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Potato and Tomato

He stood there looking the horizon as the proud sun rose in the sky illuminating what was dark. It was a new beginning. A beginning always brings an end to another. This was going to be the day they ended this fight. They will fight even if it lead to they're death.

He had faced a lot of things in his lifetime. From death to life, all of it. He had seen the rough terrains of the world he lived in. The sword he held in his hand was made of the cries and corpses of a thousand brussel sprouts from the land of green. His body was covered with burns and scratches from walking through the land of the torched tongue where he fought the nasty hot and flaming(all of which must be taken metaphorically) beast, the California Reaper. He talked his way through the most bitter at heart like the bitter gourd and the weird kingdom whose name he never wanted to say but involved a lot of hanging veggies. But he will never forget his home. The land of the roots, where he grew up with his kind, the potatoes and many more friendly species like the orange carrots.

But this was not the time he could think about rest at his place, under the soil where the sun didn't shine where the rats and mice danced together. No, none of that. Today was the day this was going to end. Today was the day of justice.

"Seems like you're here potato." his mortal enemy stood at the foot of the hill smirking. "Seems like you haven't forgotten."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Are you ready to lose?" his voice was strong and taunting. He didn't change one bit. Just that this time they were much well prepared. Unlike before they had signs that they had grown up. They aren't kids anymore. They were ripe ready to be plucked and to be used in action.

Tomato was red not green anymore unlike before. Seems like puberty hit him hard. He seemed to have had battle scars himself. On his belt across his waist was a cutlass sheathed but his hand remained on the hilt. Surely they have grown.

"Let's get this over with and say I'm the best." Tomato unsheathed his cutlass made of... was that a carrot! He would pay the consequences for his heinous actions! "No way will I allow that."

They charged at each other. Brussel sprouts to a carrot. An odd combination but each one delivering powerful blows, due to which both of them stumbled back yet they had the determination to win surging through them. It was an intense cycle of Lunging, parrying and dodging and bring down a bunch of broccoli and celery trees as they did so.

They're swords met again; a fight for domination. "Tired, Tomato?" he asked. "Not even one bit." he said, surprisingly not breathlessly like he imagined. Potato moved his sword back, allowing Tomato attack. Luckily enough Potato had just enough time to backflip his way out from death.

Potato swung his sword, nearly missing Tomato's neck when he chuckled, "I'm surprised you haven't been plucked by the giants."

"You know how this world is. The ones who looked good always get chosen first even if an supposed ugly one who worked hard deserved it." Tomato swung his sword in an attempt to finish him off. "Point. I guess that's why we're the only ones in our generation left." Potato grunted as he barely dodged it once again.

The fight went on. None of them were ready to surrender. Suddenly a a large shadow was casted upon their arena making them look up to the sky, shocked. "Is that..." Potato couldn't help but be speechless. Was that the crane? That very crane that took his friends, his lover and everyone he cared about. "It is..."

He couldn't move. He had never been so terrified of anything till now. Even the thought of it unlike many others didn't scare him, but now he could understand how it felt when you were right under its shadow. He dropped his sword, accepting his fate as the crane was only a few feet apart. As the crab scoped him up along with Tomato the world turned black.

He woke up feeling disoriented. His head spun. He groaned as he tried to look around with his heavy eyes. Where was he? He was clearly in the realm of the giants. He turned to his side and saw something shocking.

It was a layout ready to torture them. A weird blade that seemed to go up and down chopping his fellow unconscious potatoes and tomatoes, his friends up then the potatoes being dropped into a weird bubbling liquid that seemed to make them crispy and golden brown while the tomatoes into something that had sharp blades made them into a liquid. All of these were then dropped into a flat white disc which were then given to a giant to... eat.

He was going to die and right beside him was his mortal enemy who seemed to be waking up himself. "Where are we?"

"Going to die."

"Oh...I didn't expect to die this way."

"Neither did I."

A moment of silence lingered as they tried to understand their situation. "We never finished our fight." Tomato chuckled. "We didn't."

"You know I think Master Peas would be pleased. At least we're doing something without fighting after how many years now?"

"I have no clue." They laughed heartily. At that moment it didn't seem like they were going straight to their death bed, into a giant's mouth. "I've always wanted to know how it was like to be like you."

"What do you mean?"

"You were a veggie. Everyone liked you at Master Peas dojo but me..." Tomato sighed sadly. Potato remembered his childhood days as he left for the dojo of Peas. He grew up till he was a trained to protect those he loved so much. Tomato had joined that very year as well but their peers weren't very nice to him. Potato was the only one who was his friend till they fought after their great Master Pea died in the great Battle of the Creepers, much later, probably when they were in their late teens. They had different ideologies and ways of perceiving things. They left their separate ways to save the world with of course the promise that joined them together right now in the first place.

"I was different, I am a fruit not a vegetable. Everyone said a fruit can't save the world like a veggie. I thought maybe I could change it, maybe be a role model but look at me." He laughed disappointed in himself, "I was shunned. Maybe I thought if I defeated you maybe people will come to accept me but look at me I'm some kind of demon according to most of you. I-"

Potato had enough. He stopped Tomato's depressing monologue by giving him a cold stare, sending chills down Tomatoes spine. Tomato had a frightened look. It was unlike a hero who had seen many things. Somethings just don't change. "What's wrong with you? In my travels I found young kids that looked up to you and what about your family and other tomatoes they all looked up to you and so did the fruits. You made a difference. Don't think so low of yourself."

"I don't think so. I can't after what I did after all these years. I can't forgive myself. All I hope is that fruits get a chance at becoming what they want along with veggies."

"Then don't worry. Take this pain away and throw it aside. We're almost near our end." Potato looked over his shoulder and saw how close they were to the blade. "We might as well stay together at least right now, in peace." Tomato hummed in response as they held hands inching towards the reaper's blade.

And so the two became the first ever known French Fries and Ketchup or so the giants called it and the tomato wasn't just a fruit it was a vegetable.