drabble meme: onefight: write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yourshate: write our characters hating each otherscars: write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa ( first timeline ; likely au but possibly canon )
{ warning: violence, imagery bordering on gore, depression }
he comes out of nowhere, like the classic hero in all the stories. there she is, by herself, cornered by three monsters, whip in hand, preparing to fight– and in the back of her mind is one thought: no one is here to kill my familiar. how many people will i drag into death with me?
and she doesn’t really care about the answer. part of her wants them to hurt. she wonders what her familiar’s twisted motivation will be, and who it will chase after, but she doesn’t surrender. she takes the fury in her veins and the fire in her stomach and she lashes one monster across the face with her whip, disorienting it. another lunges at her, and she sidesteps it. when the next one attacks, she dodges once again, leaving it to careen right into a tree.
but the first one leaps onto her back, and she feels claws dig into her shoulders and grits her teeth in pain.
and then the weight is off her shoulders, and she hears the shriek of one of the monsters. she turns, kneeling on the ground, still recovering from the attack, and sees the blade of sunggyu’s scythe, cleaved straight through the creature’s eye-sockets.
her anger only continues to boil over. “what are you doing!” she yells. “i had this!” she could’ve done it. it didn’t matter. the league is dead to her, anyway. they don’t care about solo heroes. it’s her and taeyong and her cause– none of them cared about her. why now? her success or her death were both her own to bear. sunggyu has no right to interfere. he never interfered before. none of them did.
she unleashes her rage on the closest monster, slashing at it in a frenzy. everything is red– her vision, the blood. eventually the monster’s back splits open and oozes and kana still attacks, she’s so tired. she’s so infuriated. she hates them. she hates the league– the organization that stole her soul, treated them like garbage and tools, and still won’t allow her to die on her own terms.
“kana, stop!” sunggyu calls.
she turns on him. “what, you defend monsters now too? is the league president fucking a monster now? i wouldn’t be surprised! do you know that the vice president of magical girls is fucking the card that killed my parents? oh yeah, we’re sealing them away. it’s our duty. they’re dangerous to the public. but when they can benefit me, and i can find pleasure in them, who cares about all of the pain they caused, right?” she screams it, and when the last remaining monster latches its teeth onto her ankle she doesn’t even feel it, propelled by festering anger and unstoppable adrenaline.
sunggyu knocks the monster off of kana’s leg and the force of it sends her tumbling forward, into the grass. she digs her hands into it, and pulls out clumps of it, scattering the blades until her fingers reach the dirt, and she heaves breaths into her lungs, resting her forehead on the grass without a care. she feels the sting in her ankle now. it feels familiar, to be this battle-scarred and worn, and so utterly powerless and enraged and bleak. she thinks of the battle with the card that killed her parents following their deaths, and how even it didn’t kill her. she can never finish anything.
she stays there, laying on her stomach, hands balled into fists, even as she senses sunggyu’s presence by her side. maybe he’ll kill her. she wouldn’t put anything past the league at this point. there’s no loyalty or compassion. her life means nothing to them. they made that clear. they did.
she hears the unzipping of a bag and she raises her head, hair falling into her face. he pulls out bandages. “your injuries are bad,” sunggyu explains. “can you sit up?”
“don’t touch me,” kana argues, and suddenly there are tears in her eyes. her eyes glisten with them, but she grits her teeth again– refuses to let them fall, even as she endures the excruciating pain to pull herself into a sitting position and face him. she crawls backwards across the grass, away from sunggyu, and the grass brushes against the bite on her leg and she hisses in pain, wincing.
“kana, please, this doesn’t have to be this hard. i have bandages. let me put them on your new injuries so they don’t get infected, and then you can go. i’ll leave you alone. i promise.”
“why do you even have bandages anyway?”
sunggyu’s expression darkens. “there’s a general increase in monsters. more attacks, more injuries– not just difficult for solo heroes, but everyone now. you never know. it’s good to be prepared.”
as he talks, he ventures over to her– inspects the claw marks on her back carefully, and she can feel his hesitation in his hands. “i’m not taking my shirt off for you,” kana snaps.
“o-of course,” sunggyu replies, and she wonders how a grown man can still be so flustered over something like this.
he takes care of the wound as best as he can without her removing any of her clothing. “it’ll probably heal quite fast anyway, so long as you stay transformed.”
kana knows that, but the stress of the battle weighs heavy on her, so she doesn’t protest this time. she even lets sunggyu gingerly take hold of her leg, and steels herself as he removes her shoe and rolls down her sock to get a better look at the bite.
when he’s done, she’s too humiliated to feel gratitude, let alone express it.
she rises to her feet on shaky legs, but stands strong. he pulls an extra bandage out of his bag, and hands it to her for later, just in case she needs it.
“you better hope the league doesn’t find out you did this,” kana comments instead of thanking him. sunggyu simply nods neutrally before kana turns on her heel, to find taeyong and the others again.
