The Blood Runs Too Thick
- MC x Soryu
- Summary: The ultimate betrayal comes with the ultimate sacrifice to escape.
(meant to be a oneshot, but could make more if you want me to!)And here I am w part 2 lol
Warnings: Gore, Dark, Angst.
a/n: OMG I wrote something lolol hop you like part two! Sorry I changed the pov of this one to third person but you know WHATEVER I DO THAT ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS
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“She’s there,” Soryu whispered, hand pressed against the glass of the Tokyo station where Khim sat. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched Mamoru question her, her small frame seeming to collapse in on herself as a way to escape. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to her face, so hallow and hurt from years on the run and then down to her left leg. Her left leg, “God dammit,” Soryu chocked, turning around, tears stinging his eyes in frustration and pure anger. He couldn’t believe he let someone do that to her. His own men at that.
He turned back around and went to slam his fist against the glass but only let it hit gently as he stared at her through the glass. Where he leg once was was now replaced with a crappy metal augmentation that someone along her travels probably hooked her up with. The flimsy metal frame that supported just under her left knee looked raw and uncomfortable as he could easily see the rash forming where skin touched raw metal. He cringed, knowing that if he found her, if he was there, maybe she’d still have a leg today. Maybe…they would have had a family by now.
Three years passed since that night and Soryu barely has had a life since that night. That night scared his life and the Dragons. Gyo and five other men turned on Soryu and in a last ditch attempt went for Khim as payback for not making a deal with another organization that they were secretly apart of. His poor choices and his overly trusting attitude with the Dragons costed Khim her leg, her life. He couldn’t live with that.
Mamoru walked out of the room and quickly lit a cig and sighed, “She wouldn’t let me smoke in there with her,” He commented, causing Soryu to give him a strange look. Usually she would have never minded, “Started to get all antsy. I think she’s been tortured before she made her escape,” He finished, eyes locking with Soryu.
Soryu struggled to swallow the lump in his throat.
“Jesus,” Baba commented, “Just what has she gone through?”
“I think this runs deeper than just the Ice Dragons,” Mamoru answered, “I think this involves all of us. She wouldn’t tell me much, kept askin’ for Soryu over here. ‘Is he okay? Is he here?’ Was all she’d say,” He said annoyingly, his eyes slowly moving to Soryu to see what he’d do. He remembered when he brought Soryu here, saying that Khim was being held in a room waiting for him, for everyone. He remembered the panic on Soryu’s face, the anxiety in his eyes as he scrambled to follow.
“Go and talk to her Sor,” Baba said, giving him a friendly pat on the back, “She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t need you.”
He didn’t need a friendly back or Mamoru’s imploring words. He was going in to see her. He took a steady breath and opened the door, breathing in the sight of her. She was still beautiful in all her fear and anger. She kept her hands folded in her lap, head casted down. Her hair was much longer now, reaching her mid back, and she’d lost weight. He mentally reminded himself to have her eat more since she was so thin before.
“Khim,” He called out to her.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide as they locked with his. He wore a kind smile on his face for her, to hide the anger and sadness inside of him. It was like the life came back to her as she tried to stand up on shaky legs to run over to him.
“S-Sor!” She gasped, only getting one step in before Soryu was already there, taking her in his arms, “Sor…Sor…Soryu oh god,” She cried in his chest as he held her close, as close as he could that wasn’t painful to her. She dropped her crutches to the ground, hands mindlessly grasping at his back to grab a fistful of his collared shirt, “You’re okay right?” She kept asking over and over, “I’m okay…you’re okay…”
He leaned over and placed a kiss to the top of her head, his hands running circles on her back. He paused and gripped her shoulder, pushing her back, “Let me look at you,” He said.
Tears streamed down Khim’s cheeks, a kind smile on her face was nothing like the cold and angry one she had when Mamoru was talking to her. He wiped them with the pads of his thumbs, cupping her cheeks, taking her all in.
He assumed Mamoru let her shower here, because she smelt faintly like normal soap, but somehow the smell just reminded him of her, of what they were years ago. His eyes carried on down, to her small frame and to her left leg. She reached a hand out and lifted his chin back up, so he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore, but he gripped it and looked down, bending down to get a better look.
“Does it hurt right now?” He asked, not really knowing how she would answer. Did it hurt her when she was tortured in front of Soryu, not saying a word. Or when she was dragged away to somewhere she didn’t know with people who didn’t care about her? Or did the torture hurt her? The pain she suffered for three years? The lack of a leg? Did it hurt? Of course it did, he knew that. But the question just tumbled off his lips.
“The augmentation a friend made for me in a pinch did the trick,” She said, reaching down and running a hand to where metal met skin, “But it hurts if I walk for too long.”
“Luke is making you replacements. He’s coming to check you out,” He said, turning to the oneway window and giving a nod, already knowing that Baba was on the phone with Luke the minute he walked in the room with Khim.
“Great,” She whispered, “I think it might be infected or something. It never healed properly,” She said, a sad smile on her face.
“What happened?” He finally asked, moving to sit down on a chair and taking her in his arms so she sat on his lap, “Where did Gyo take you?”
Her expression clouded over and now the cold and sad look on her face came back. She leaned in, arms circling around his neck, her lips next to his ear as she whispered to him, “Have you heard anything?”
He kept a calm expression on his face, his hands moving to rest on her back, moving in small circles like he was consoling her. He knew the angle they were at, and the CCTV wouldn’t catch what she was saying from this angle as she was talking into his ear. He became alert, eyes quickly darting around the room to see if they’d be caught.
“Gyo’s men have died, the five of them,” He whispered into her shoulder and felt her nod beside him, “And Gyo left Japan.”
“Exactly,” She whispered in his ear, “But theres more to that story than you know,” She said, her slim fingers working their way into his hair, “ They’re lying to you.” She finished. She felt Soryu tense in her arms, not sure of who she was talking about.
“Who?” He asked, lifting his face a bit from her shoulder so he eyes stared at the one-way mirror in front of him.
“Mamoru isn’t telling the truth,” She said, “He tipped Gyo off that you were getting suspicious about him,” She said, “One of his men told me that….Don’t trust them.”
Soryu waited outside Luke’s office on Khim’s request. He heard her whimper here and there from the procedure Luke was preforming on her with her new leg. He was getting impatient as the seconds passed, leaning agains the wall with his gun clearly in his hand. Eisuke stared back at him, eyes squinting, trying to find any trace of information on his face.
“What did she tell you?” He asked, “Don’t lie to me.”
He knew that Eisuke probably watched the CCTV footage and knew they were talking, but what they said he would never know.
“When you looked up at the window,” Eisuke said, getting Soryu’s attention, “I knew she told you something that pissed you off,”
Soryu casted a glance to his sides, making sure the hallway was clear before looking back at Eisuke. He pulled out his phone and looked up, wordlessly hanging up in seconds, “Talk,” He demanded, arms folding.
“She…” Soryu began, but stopped. If he already was questioning Mamoru in his mind could he trust Eisuke? Baba? Could he trust Luke?
Before he could continue he barged in Luke’s office out of fear, “Khim…!” He called, seeing her standing in front of him about to open the door herself.
“Ah..!” She yelped, about to stumble backwards, but Soryu reached out and hooked a arm around her waist first, steadying her.
“You’re walking?” He asked, looking down to see a treated wound and a fresh, sleek new left leg.
“Yeah, it’s a lot easier with this one since I had to practice on the toughest leg for three years.” She commented, making Soryu wince at her blunt honesty. It hurt him knowing she went through that so long and he couldn’t help her.
“Khim,” Eisuke called out, walking into the office.
She didn’t say anything, only reached out and gripped Soryu’s hand, which caused him to cock his gun knowingly in front of Eisuke and Luke, “This can wait until tomorrow,” Soryu said, reaching to link his arm with Khim’s to give her support, “We’re going to go home for the night. She needs rest.”
Eisuke scowled at him, “Tomorrow.” He reminded Soryu.
Tomorrow they’d talk, but for now he wanted to take Khim home.
He presses her against the wall the second they are in their old apartment. It reminds Khim of home, of safety, as she grips Soryu’s shirt and drags him down to her level, hungry for a kiss she hasn’t felt in three years. His hands go to cup her face, her once soft cheeks now being hallow, reminding him of what she has gone through. Her hot breath lingers on his lips every second they separate to only try and go deeper. Her name is hot on his tongue, every spare breath he has is left to saying her name, almost as a reminder that she is here and in his arms.
Her hands ghost down to his sides, unbuttoning his shirt and letting her hands skim over his toned muscles, his skin. She savors the warmth as her arms encircle his waist, pulling herself closer to him.
They both stop and stare at each other, drinking in the sight. Three years they’ve both been without, suffering in their own way. Soryu couldn’t believe she was alive and in his arms right now.
He wouldn’t pity her, and until she told him to stop he wouldn’t.
He lifted her in his arms bridal style and wordlessly carried her to the bedroom. He felt her fidget in his arms in her usual embarrassment until she spoke, “S-Soryu…”
He gently sets her down on the bed, hovering over her, “What’s wrong?” He asks, afraid of what she is about to tell him.
“I’m not the same,” She admits, “My body, it’s––”
“It’s what?” He asked, annoyed, “It’s the same to me. You’re here, you’re still beautiful” He adds, a kind smile on his face.
She offers him a small smile, “It’s not just my leg,” She says, and moves to remove her shirt, revealing small scars on her torso and chest. Scars from cigarette burns and other deep cuts that were once on her body. He squints at her body in anger for the men who did this to her, “Luke said they can be treated but––” Before she could finish Soryu is already kissing each scar.
“They show how strong you are,” He whispered, slowly moving along her body to kiss each one, “They show how much you struggled, fought. You wanted to come home and knew I was waiting, looking too,” He finished, looking up to see tears in her eyes.
“I love you,” She sobbed, chocking on her tears, “God, Soryu…!” Her sobs turned into wails as she clung to him.
And he swore he would never let her go.