#captain sonic

Sonic aptly ducked what would have been a devastating blow and swept his foot out in an attempt to send his opponent to the ground, but his brown leather boot connected with nothing but air.

As he had with Sonic’s other typically game ending moves, the dark hedgehog anticipated the counter, jumping up with both feet even as his sword arm swung overhead, so perfectly in control of his movements it bordered graceful. Sonic narrowed his eyes, jumping away to gain distance and time to find a vulnerability, some sort of soft spot he could use to his advantage.

A crimson eyeridge rose before a soft baritone voice spoke. “I know what you’re doing, hedgehog. You won’t find what you’re looking for. I have no weaknesses.”

“Everyone’s got a weakness,” Sonic quipped, brushing a finger under his nose and bringing his sword back up. “Maybe yours isn’t so obvious as others, but it’s there.”

“Hmph. Says the so-called captain who favors his right side and gives away his every attack with his eyes.”

Sonic grinned, the soft leather of his glove biting into his sword’s hilt a little more. “Aw, been admiring my eyes have you?” He lurched forward, his rival only barely blocking Sonic’s forward thrust and knocking the dulled cutlass to the side.

Sonic’s crimson-striped opponent growled in answer, but it was too late. Sonic noted the faint blush spreading across tan cheeks and knew he’d found the other’s weak spot.

It was him.

He was the weak spot.

Sonic smirked. He didn’t mind that at all.

“You know, I have been told I have very pretty eyes,” Sonic taunted as he danced around Shadow’s increasingly flustered slashes and jabs. “Like emeralds some say. It’s no wonder you’re so transfixed.”

“I’m not transfixed!”

“Surreeeeee you’re not. I tootally believe you.”

“Shut up, hedgehog, or I’ll make you shut up.”

Sonic winked and made a kissy face before charging forward, sword high over head. The other captain once again anticipated, bringing his sword up with both hands to block and his foot up to kick Sonic back.

What he didn’t expect was for Sonic to use his free hand to pull the ebony hedgehog to him, sending them both to the ground with a loud thud.

Surprised crimson eyes met knowing green, their owner somehow completely frozen by the feel of the lithe blue body beneath him. “What’s your name?” Sonic asked breathlessly, his chest heaving against the white fluff somewhat concealed by his opponent’s button down.

Delicious tan lips parted, and Sonic thought for a moment about scrapping his entire plan and just kissing the other captain senseless, but then he spoke.

“Shadow,” the other answered gruffly between fascinated pants. “Captain Shadow.”

“Well, Captain Shadow. Can I buy you a conciliatory drink?”

“Conciliatory? What–?”

Sonic tipped the sword he held at Shadow’s neck a little more, the sun catching off dull metal as the crowds in the stands cheered. He smirked. “Never been someone’s weakness before.”

“You’re not–”

Sonic raised an eyebrow. “And you’re still on top of me because…?”

Shadow’s face, already pink, burned red as he scrambled up and away. Sonic struggled to maintain his unbothered facade when the truth was… he was far more flustered than he cared to admit.

Sonic held out his hand, heart in his chest for some reason, like the fight had continued and this moment determined the real victory. A long pause passed, long enough that the crowd silenced and Sonic began to sweat, but then, just before he dropped his hand in resignation, the ebony hedgehog stepped forward and gripped his hand firmly.

“Better make it a damn good drink.”

Sonic smiled widely as the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. “You know I’ve been called a tall drink of water before.”

Shadow tipped his head in confusion. “I prefer a tall drink of ale.”