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Okie dokie, it’s crack fic time!

KiriBaku in the world of Red Dead Redemption 2. Two of my biggest obsessions, I had to try my hand to smash them together.

Writing snippet of some of the story below! Let me know if it’s worth continuing to share!

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The Bakugo’s were rich.

Like filthy rich. Like, the kind of rich that their only son, Katsuki, would never have to truly work a hard day in his life.

His fathers family owned a good chunk of the railroad system but it was his mother, who came from the cutthroat fashion industry, that was the real ruthless brains behind the operation. Through cold calculation, (and minor bribing or blackmail), she had steered her husband to buy up nearly all of the competition, making them the sole transportation conglomerate in the lower half of the known states. No one moved product or rode a train without them getting a cut.

They lived in a huge house in Saint Denis, enjoying servants, fresh foods, rich clothing, fine horse breeds, and the latest in technological advancements, the luxuries only an option to the few that could afford them. Everyone in town and the surrounding counties knew who they were; they were respected, envied, feared, loved, and hated.

In hindsight, a privilege he definitely took advantage of, and probably something he should have taken a little more seriously.

Out drinking with acquaintances (because he didn’t have friends) at an upscale bar, having drank too much, Bakugo got in an argument over accusations of cheating at cards with one of the other boys. With his known hair trigger temper only enhanced with liquor, it quickly escalated to a full scale fist fight and both were kicked from the establishment for the rest of the night.

Bruised and seething, he stomped through the darkened nighttime streets towards another bar down the way when the heavy bitter scent of horse, sweat, and cigarettes flooded his nose a moment before a crack across the back of his head and everything went dark.

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The first thing Katsuki realized as he came around was that with every footfall of his horse, his head throbbed in pain. Groaning he gripped with his thighs to not flop directly off the beast as he blinked owlishly at the bright sunlight filtering through the trees. The mix of that and chipper birdsong assaulted his pounding head and watery eyes, further muddling his broken thoughts.

Instinctively he went to bring his hands up to his face to wipe the sweat matted hair from his eyes, but his hands were yanked to a stop. Frowning he glanced down and realized he was tied tightly at the wrists and around his waist then secured to the saddle horn. The familiar weight of his pistol was gone from his hip as well. Actually, upon a quick inventory inspection, he was stripped bare save his thin undershirt and pants. Even his feet were naked, boots and socks gone.

What the fuck?

Blinking some of the fuzz from his brain, both a mixture of a nasty hangover and being clocked in the head, he glanced around at the two scruffy men riding alongside him then at the back of the one leading his horse. He didn’t recognize any of them.

Shit.

Had… had he been kidnapped?!

“Ah, good t’see yer awake sleeping beauty,” the man to his right chuckled, weathered face pulled back into a nasty grin. “Here we were afraid that Tenshaw here whacked ya too hard and scrambled your brains fer good and lost us our ransom.”

“Fuck off,” came Katsuki’s automatic groan, wincing at the throbbing of his brain that speaking racked up. “And tell Tenshaw he hits like a bitch.”

A cigarette raspy laugh wheezed from the kidnapper. “Ha ha! A feisty little spitfuck ain’t cha. Hear that Tenshaw? You hit like a bitch!”

The man leading his horse just turned in his saddle to spit out a wad of tobacco in Katsuki’s direction. “And you whine like one. Shut your whore mouth.”

As if.

“Ha, like a whore, you have to pay extra for that. You all are gonna hang and I’ll make sure to piss on your corpses. Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? My parents have connections beyond–”

“Of course we know who fuckin’ spawned you; you’re the Bakugo brat, the only one they bothered popping out. Which means your parents will pay handsomely to get their one and only heir back. Unscathed and unaltered,” was added with a pointed look, a dark glint in Tenshaw’s gaze.

Katsuki just snorted and rolled his eyes, not intimidated in the least. “Tch, you’re seriously threatening to cut my balls off? How fucking original. All it’s gonna do is prove they’re bigger than yours.”

That sent the talkative one into a cackling fit, and earned another death glare from Tenshaw. “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, spitfuck, or it’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“And you can go fuck yourself raw on that fence post back there–”

The butt of a gun cracked across his jaw so hard that as he careened sideways in the bindings securing him to the saddle, he felt his horse stumble to keep its balance. Spots danced in his vision as he gasped, the metallic tang of copper filling his mouth. The inside of his cheek had been sliced open on his teeth and a bruise was already blooming from the force of the blow.

Defiantly he spat a huck of blood back at the cowboy on his left and instantly received a harsh first to the side of his already aching jaw as punishment. His head swam as he was once again rocked in his saddle. Reflexively, he sucked in air from the absolute throbbing of his skull but managed to hold in the whimper of pain.

“Biki, you kill him, I’ll kill you,” Tenshaw snapped over his shoulder but didn’t make any other move to intervene.

“Tenshaw said to be quiet, so quiet you’ll be,” Biki, the one on Katsuki’s left who had been silent up until this moment, reiterated as he tucked the shotgun back against his shoulder with his knuckle split hand.

“You hit better than Tenshaw at least,” Katsuki grumbled back, unable to tamper down the need to have the last word, but begrudgingly took the hint to shut the fuck up after that.

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They rode hard, pushing the horses at a steady lope as they worked to put distance between them and Saint Denis. Katsuki knew the area enough to be aware that they were nearing Rhodes (how long had he been out?!) and sticking close to the shoreline to avoid main roads and attention. If he was taken out of Lemoyne county, his chances of being rescued drastically slimmed. He had to act, somehow.

“I need to piss,” he suddenly spoke up.

“Then piss,” Tenshaw responded uncaringly.

“And then have to sit in it? Hell no, I’m not an animal,” Katsuki griped with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose.

“Ain’t my saddle, deal with it bitching beauty.”

Katsuki inhaled in a breath to interrupt the scathing retort that sprang to his tongue as a default and instead tried to be tactful. “Alright, look asshole, I’ve honestly been an upstanding kidnapee so far. I haven’t been sobbing my eyes out uncontrollably or constantly begging for freedom, or generally making a lot of fuss. Just a little back talk, which honestly, I feel is deserved considering the circumstances. So. To keep me in this fucking chipper and compliant mood, I don’t think stopping for five minutes so I can piss in peace is a lot to ask for.”

“Hmm, he does have a point Ten,” the chatty one hummed.

Tenshaw just grunted.

But mercifully, a while later they came to a heavily wooded dip in the earth and Tenshaw led the group down into the thicket before flicking a hand towards the blonde. “Skeet, untie the spitfuck and let him piss. You have three minutes,” he added with a scowl towards Katsuki.

The chatty one, Skeet, leaned over to untie the rope knotted at the back of the saddle that held him secure then grabbed under Katsuki’s knee and yanked up hard, flipping him from the saddle with a startled yelp. His still horn attached wrists were the only thing that jerked him upright, keeping him from straight up eating dirt face first.

Growling at Skeet’s snigger of amusement, Katsuki found his feet to right himself then glared at the other male over the back of the animal. “Gonna get the hands too or you gonna drop my pants and hold my dick for me, you perv?”

“Skeet quit fuckin’ around, I wanna get back on the road,” Tenshaw snapped as Biki simply lit up a cigarette to watch the exchange boredly.

Skeet rolled his eyes but whipped out a knife to slice the bonds to the saddle horn. Still tied together but free from the horse at last.

“Try anything funny and you’ll get a bullet,” Biki deadpanned as the cha-chuck of a shell loading into a shotgun chamber sounded menacingly behind him.

“Yeah yeah, Jesus, just let me fucking pee,” Katsuki groused as he stumbled saddle sore legs towards a tree to turn his back and gratefully relieve his bladder, his mind running a mile a minute as he felt Biki’s gaze weigh heavy between his shoulder blades.

All of the horses were secured so that wasn’t an option. Though barefoot, his best chance was to run for it and hope Biki’s aim wasn’t the best in this heavily forested area and that gun fire would draw attention. Once he got to Rhodes and the sheriff office there, he’d be golden. Nevermind the fact that he actually had no idea how far he was from Rhodes, but he had to try.

Rough plan of action in mind, he finished up and turned to head back towards his horse. He stepped his foot into the stirrup and made to reach towards the horn to swing on, before suddenly twisting to instead smack his horse hard on the rump and pushing off of the startled beast to book it into the trees.

A chain of events rapidly played out. With a squeal his horse lashed out with its hind legs at Skeet’s mount at the sudden smack, which instinctively shied sideways to bodycheck into Biki’s horse just as he shot. The firearm roared as a bullet zinged into tree bark a few inches above Katsuki’s shoulder as swearing and chaos erupted from the three kidnappers.

“Don’t kill him you fucking moron! Get him, just leave him alive!”

Heart pounding, adrenaline lent speed to his bare feet as he crashed through the dense underbrush. Brambles and branches scratched and grabbed at skin and tore clothing as he bolted towards what he prayed was the direction of a main road. He heard the stuttering pounding of hoofbeats behind him, but thankfully in this thick of wood they weren’t able to rush after him as quickly as they’d like.

He dove over a fallen log just as another bullet whizzed off the bark at knee level. With his shoulder ducked as he hit the earth, he rolled smoothly back to his feet to continue to run. Who would have thought that parkouring all over the back alleyways and housetops of Saint Denis with some of the common street brats would actually be a useful pastime?

Suddenly, amidst the anxiety fueled fleeing, he noticed a spot where the trees thinned and an obvious pair of parallel dirt tracks tore into the earth from carts and wagons and horse hooves alike. Thank fuck, the road!

As he bolted towards it however, Katsuki was quickly realizing he couldn’t outrun them for long on open ground. His only chance was to maybe find a tree to climb and hope they drew enough attention to warrant investigation. If he could just somehow manage to do so with his wrists tied–

“Hyck!” tore from his lips as something snapped around his neck, yanking him off his feet and heavily onto his back, knocking his breath from his chest. Dragged through dirt and grass, he clawed desperately at the braided rawhide cruelly cinching around his throat, convulsing, choking, at the crushing of his windpipe and lack of oxygen.

“Thought you’d be slick, huh little spitfuck,” Tenshaw snarled as he backed his horse up to reel in his catch towards a waiting Biki, who was gleefully watching Katsuki’s face redden as he panic thrashed for air. “Nice try you slippery little shit.”

Another blow to his already abused head had Katsuki blacking out once more.

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