Human: Shades of Grey

by Draven Eclipse


Interlude 0: Powerthirst

It had been hours since the massacre at the stage, and Hayato found himself wandering the remnants of the Spider Legions camp. Once armed, several soldiers tried to chase down the fleeing spiders, but they had already gotten too far of a head start.

Shining Armor had been rather smug about the entire ordeal, finally having irrefutable proof that Hayato possessed powers. Unfortunately he couldn’t do anything about it. Especially since it was thanks to Hayato that they were all freed.

Night had fallen relatively fast after the failed execution, and since nobody was sure where they were in the desert, it seemed safest for all the former slaves to relax at the camp, and discover a way back to civilization the next day.

Luckily for all who remained at the camp, the spiders had been too busy fleeing to take anything from the actual camp itself, and they were perfectly fine on supplies to survive for at least several months in the desert.

Hayato found himself relatively alone among his wanderings. Even if he was the one to free everyone, they were all still afraid of what he was. The only one who really spent any time with him had been Remus, before being pulled back to his pack by Fido. Even the Doctor had disappeared to parts unknown probably back in his Tardis, on wild adventures.

After getting bored of sitting atop random sand dunes, he finally decided to head back to the tent he would be staying in for the night. It turns out, nobody was brave enough to suggest that they should get the Centurions instead of him. He didn’t even ask for it, they all just seemed too afraid to attempt to take it.

Noticing that all the tents that had been near his had been moved, he simply rolled his eyes and went inside. It was fine by him if they wanted to stay far away, associating with ponies hadn’t had favorable results anyways. As soon as he was out of here, he was going to focus on finding a way to get home.

Hayato threw himself on the rather large and plush bed, and breathed a sigh of relaxation. While he hated the Centurion for working him to the bone and trying to kill him, he had to appreciate that the spider had good taste in furnishings. He sat up however, when he felt something poking him in the side.

Looking down, saw an unopened bottle of what looked to be high quality whiskey.

Now this is what I’m talking about. Finally this world has something in it that I can appreciate.

As he began to unscrew the cap from the bottle, Hayato heard a knocking on the post, just outside of his tent. Setting the bottle back down he walked over to the tent flap and opened it up. What he saw standing there, made his jaw drop.

It was another human. But this wasn’t just any other human, it was the First.

“You...you! How the hell are you here?” Hayato asked, as eloquently as he could at the moment.

“Do you mind if I come in?” Anthony asked, before pushing his way into the tent anyways.

Hayato followed in after him, stunned that he was facing another human, one that was supposed to be dead.

“Nice place you got here. It’s very....spacious?” stated Anthony, not really sure how to describe it.

Finally snapping out of his stupor, Hayato was back on edge, and edged closer to the sword that was in there.

“I’m going to ask again, how are you here? You are meant to be dead.”

“Technically I am dead. I can make myself corporeal in this world for a little bit. It’s draining on me, but I think it is worth it. As for why I’m here, it is because of you”

“What do you mean because of me?” he asked, both confused and suspicious.

“In the afterlife, I saw what you did down here, and I was very impressed. I have been watching you ever since your arrival in Equestria. And before you ask, no I do not know how you got here, sorry.” he said sadly.

Hayato moved back over towards his bed and picked up the bottle of whiskey. This was a lot to take in and some whiskey could certainly go a long way towards helping things make a little more sense. Once the drink was poured, he immediately down it, coughing once or twice from the unexpected intensity of the burn.
“Wait a minute, you haven’t been watching me the WHOLE time, have you?” he asked, growing a tad bit nervous at the thought.

“Um...kind of” Anthony replied, face tinged with red.

“Yeah, I’m going to need another drink” Hayato said, deciding to forgo the glass, and drink straight from the bottle.

Anthony moved over and pulled Hayatos hand away, looking him right in the eyes.

“It’s okay, I didn’t really mind, I actually liked watching” he admitted.

Hayato gazed back into the fellow humans eyes, and found that they were glowing a faint pink. He would have grown more suspicious, had he not suddenly found himself growing more and more appreciative of the mans touch.

“Y-you did?” he asked, his breath catching, and breathing growing a bit heavier.

“Yeah...I did” responded Anthony, his eyes glowing with more intensity.

Hayato was too busy staring into the glow to notice Anthony slipping the bottle from his hand and taking a drink, himself. His eyes widened however, when he found that same mouth pressed against his own.

He resisted at first, but his body decided his mind was no longer in charge, and opened his lips to accept it’s new guest. Hayato felt the burn as the alcohol passed from the Firsts mouth, to his own, although that wasn’t the only burn that he was now feeling.

After a moment, he pulled his head back and tried to shake it to clear the fog from his mind.
“W-wait just a minute. What are you doing? I don’t even like guys” he argued, not very convincingly.

“Really?” Anthony smirked, “That isn’t what little Hayato saying”

Hayato went to retort, but was distracted by his body shivering as Anthonys hand ran across his thigh. That same hand then pressed against his chest, lying Hayato flat on his back.

“Shhh don’t worry. Nobody is awake right now. This will be our little secret” he said with a wink.

Hayato said nothing for a long time and then simply gave a nod, and laid back. His breathing picked up as the button of his jeans popped loose, followed by the zipper. The breathing grew heavier and heavier until finally....

Hayto sat straight up in his bed and looked around in a bit of a panic. He took a few deep breaths and looked around making sure he was completely alone in the tent. Once he was, he tossed aside the empty bottle of liquor that he was next to his pillow.

“That’s it. I’m never drinking before bed again.”

The End.