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It Takes Two [closed]
As Leng wrapped arms around her, and settled in himself, Nisha made a content sound. It was exactly what she wanted. What she needed. Like a pleased, affectionate kitten, she nuzzled beneath his chin.
At his answer to her question, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. This man was calming, comforting, protective. He understood her, respected her, and valued her abilities. No belittling, no lecturing. Acceptance. Kai Leng was exactly what she needed. A kindred spirit, and a good friend. It hadn’t really crossed her mind that she was the only person he’d allow to see this side of him; she hadn’t seen him interact with many others. But she did know his reputation, and he seemed to treat her with a warmth not often extended. It pleased her in a way that prodded her possessive nature.
“…. Thank you.” Her reply was quiet, but sincere. And a moment later she slid out from under his chin, nosed gently at his jaw, then placed a soft kiss to his cheek. Her forehead briefly touched his temple before she ducked her head to nuzzle back beneath his chin.
Had Nisha been anyone else, Leng wouldn’t have allowed such close company, such intimate contact. But something about Nisha had him letting his walls down. She saw, felt, sensed what other people didn’t, and never judged for it, only considered and moved on. Her naivety was a boon in that regard- she didn’t have the same bars with which to judge people against that other people did. It was a relief, and an odd comfort he hadn’t felt in decades.
Even the kiss she placed against his cheek, the brief nuzzle against his temple, it was acceptable- even comforting- coming from her. Arms tightened around his small companion, and he made a soft content sound.
“How do you feel about poisoning?” He asked, a small grin curling his mouth.
It Takes Two [closed]
So there would be dancing. She made a soft sound of agreement. Dancing was a rare treat. Really, the entire affair would be a treat. Dressing up, complete with hair and makeup. Pretending to be happy, playing at a relationship. Things she’d never had, and likely never would. But she could act like she did, indulge, for a little while. And be useful in the process.
When Leng tugged her into his lap, her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she squirmed slightly as she got comfortable. “N-no…” she began softly, clearly embarrassed. Then she gave a short little huff, chin tilting up. She could tease, too. “But this seat is much better.”
She shifted again, more sure this time, melding to the curve of him, and letting her head rest on his shoulder. Then she spoke in a quiet, but more serious tone. “You are…warm. And I feel safe. And comfortable. And…not lonely.” She paused, a small frown on her face, but her voice sounded hopeful. “Does it bother you?” She assumed it didn’t, since this was not the first time he’d tugged her into his lap himself, but she’d feel better hearing him grant explicit permission. Then she wouldn’t have to wait again.
This time he did grin as she turned pink, clearly flustered. He was about to ask her if she did want to sit in the copilot’s seat, if she was uncomfortable where she was, but her following declaration had him dismissing the question- and focusing on her inquiry.
Safe? Him? He almost laughed at the notion, but thinking back on what they’d gotten into together, he had protected her - and she had protected him. He could go with that. But only from her.
He slid arms around her waist and settled her more comfortably, resting his chin on the top of her head. Again. Only for her.
“Not in the slightest,” came his quiet reply.
It Takes Two [closed]
She let him take the bag, as he usually did. It wasn’t particularly weighing her down - it only included a couple changes of clothes, something to sleep in, a combat knife, and a toothbrush. What else would she need? Anything else she was sure Leng would provide or let her borrow. But she was well aware Leng found her perfectly capable, so she didn’t protest, and hurried along without the light bag flapping against her leg.
When he confirmed her suspicions - they were intending to kill their target - she let out a sound of delight. Almost an excited squeal. This was going to be very exciting. Much better than idly handing off a data stick. As he explained their mission, she nodded along in understanding. She didn’t care for the prosthetics, but she liked dressing up, and she rather liked dancing. She hummed softly as they climbed on board the ship. “It sounds fun. I liked playing that. Mm, and the dancing, too. …. You made it easy.”
Once in the cockpit, she didn’t take her regular seat. Instead, she milled about the small space, fidgeting, as if not knowing what to do. She was excited, clearly. And she didn’t miss his addendum. It made her stomach flip in an odd way, and though she couldn’t identify the feeling, she was happy. Happy to see him again, happy to work with him again, and happy that he seemed to feel the same. This was friendship. And she didn’t want to sit alone in the co-pilot’s chair that swallowed her small frame up; she wanted to be close to Leng. Initially she was waiting for him to plot their course and get the ship moving, so she’d be out of his way, but even after the ship surged forward, she still lingered in the space between their seats, unsure.
The smile that had been tugging at his lips finally broke out, and he made a small sound of amusement. Her eagerness, her excitement to carry out work that he did on a normal basis, as though it were a novel thing, pleased him.
He liked working alone. For the most part, he did his best work when alone. Nothing held him back, and he didn’t have to try to tone down his methods for those with weak stomachs or delicate morals.
Nisha was none of those. She had an odd set of morals that he had yet to truly figure out, but they worked in his favour. She certainly didn’t have a delicate stomach, only a skittishness that reared its head around Krogan- something they didn’t deal with often enough that it wasn’t an issue.
It was an odd, but enjoyable difference, working with Nisha as compared to working alone.
“There will be more dancing,” he told her as he sat in his chair, entering their course.
He saw her lingering, not sitting. Unsure. He made a soft sound so she’d know where he was, a warning, before he slid a hand over the small of her back and gently tugged her closer, pulling her into his lap.
"Are the seats in my ship that uncomfortable?” He teased.
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It Takes Two [closed]
She shifted her bag on her shoulder and followed closely, knowing Leng would pace himself so she could easily match him. And, knowing he wouldn’t let her path stray, walked with a bit of a careless spring in her step. She trusted that he would stop or otherwise redirect her if necessary. The eager excitement that filled her made it hard to concentrate on anything other than him.
“Take him out?” Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she processed the words, and she scurried in closer, long fingers reaching for and wrapping around his arm as she spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. “You mean, we get to kill him?”
She squeezed his arm tightly, then the litany of curious questions came tumbling out, in as few breaths as she could manage. “What kind of party? Are we going to act again? Like the married people last time? Or someone else? Do I get to wear a fancy dress again? Will that woman do my makeup again? Will there be music? Can we dance? What do I get to do?”
Leng plucked her bag from her hand. He knew she was more than capable of carrying it herself, but as always, he was impatient to go, and he didn’t want to have her pace hindered.
“Indeed,” he replied, a smile tingeing his voice with amusement.
His stride didn’t falter as her questions assailed him. He made soft sounds of affirmation to the simple yes or no questions, waiting until she was done to give more complete answers.
“Yes. I have arranged for Rahna to do your hair, makeup and prosthetics again, and an ensemble has been purchased for you. This is actually an engagement party for our target’s nice, so there will be dancing and music. And yes, we will be taking the same roles as last time,” he explained, helping her onto his ship as they reached the hatch, and putting her bag away, knowing she could find her way to the co-pilot’s seat on her own.
“We’re heading to Benkenstein again, so you should be familiar with the area. I know you will do well, Nisha- I am looking forward to this mission.”
He left it unsaid that had had missed her company- but he didn’t doubt she would hear the unspoken words in his tone.
It Takes Two [closed]
She wanted to run off the shuttle, and had she been normal - a normal girl with normal sight - she might have, and right into Leng’s arms. Well, maybe not. She knew better than to do that sort of thing where others could see. He had an image to uphold, this was work, and anyway, she didn’t want to share her friendship with him with strangers. So she disembarked with her regular care, a small duffle bag hanging at her side.
The excitement couldn’t be entirely hidden, however. As soon as she heard him call her name, she brightened - shoulders straightened, eyes big and round behind her glasses, head turning toward the sound of approaching footsteps. And it wasn’t just seeing him again. There was the mission he’d called her back for. A chance to work alongside him, to learn, and to be of use.
“Kai.” His name was sweetly spoken, a greeting from a friend. “Of course. I, ah…I am excited. To work with you again. What will we be doing?”
She almost reached for him, a hand or sleeve, longing for contact, but she kept both hands at her sides. His unique footfalls were sufficient for her to follow along.
The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. No one else would have dared calling him by his first name alone, nor did he allow it, save from his employer, who saw no need to call him by first name. Nisha was an exception in that regard- in many regards.
He could sense the excitement practically vibrating through her small frame, and mentally, he smiled. Her eagerness to work with him, to learn, to adapt and grow was one of the things he liked most about her- something he liked indulging her in.
“We have a very important target to go after. He has resources that Cerberus can make use of, but he refuses to cooperate. So we are going to take him out at his dinner party.”
A small smile finally curled his mouth.
“Ready to get dressed up again?”
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It Takes Two [closed]
[Msg: -redacted-] Nisha. I am back.
As the familiar voice played over her omni-tool, Nisha’s face lit up. Kai Leng had finished whatever mission he’d been on, and returned to Cronos. That he’d contacted her meant she might have a few days with him before he had to run off again. It wasn’t much, but at least she wouldn’t be lonely. And she’d sleep better next to him, warm and safe. She replied quickly.
[Msg: Nisha] Can I come?
[Mgs: -redacted-] Yes. I have a job for us. I have made the usual arrangements.
[Mgs: Nisha] OK!
She couldn’t help sounding excited, and she blushed slightly, imagining a rare, low chuckle briefly rumbling in his throat. The ‘usual arrangements’ meant transportation, and she knew exactly what to do. She was off the sofa in an instant, half sipped tea left forgotten on the coffee table. The faster she packed the few things she’d need, the sooner she could be down at the docks and meeting the contact that would take her to Leng. She barely stopped long enough to make sure the android that came with her apartment was alert and ready to take care of her cat while she was away, and she only remembered because the creature had nearly caused her to trip and fall twice as she hurried about.
She didn’t even bother to let anyone know she was leaving. How could she be bothered, when she was going to meet Kai, and he had an important mission for them to do together? The last one had been fun, pretending to be someone else, and going to a fancy party. Maybe it would be something like that again. Or maybe they’d get to kill something. She was out the door and on a shuttle within an hour.
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He was early- he always was- waiting silently, not moving from his spot. Eyes tracked the shuttle as it arrived, and his entire demeanour softened imperceptibly as Nisha disembarked shortly after.
They had an ambitious plan to carry out, and after how well Nisha had handled their last round of espionage, it was time for something a bit more challenging, and Leng had faith in her abilities in this matter.
“Nisha,” he greeted her, striding forward as she came closer. He didn’t take her hand, or seek to help her away from the shuttle- he knew she was more than capable of handling herself. He might have been more delicate with her before, but he knew better now.
“We have an interesting little project to work on. Are you ready?”
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“The only exception, Leng.” She answered, rolling her eyes.
“Always ever so pleased to hear it.”
She couldn’t help but snort, shaking her head enough for her hair to fall in front of her eyes, partially obscuring her face and the scars that lined it. Eyes closed for a moment before she pushed her hair out of her line of sight with one hand.
“You seem so eager to have things in common with me for someone who hates the few similarities we have. Well, you’re welcome to go back in time and make it to where I wasn’t made into a human weapon when I was barely hitting puberty. Take away that then we’d be a lot closer to match up with your own thoughts.” Her hand fell away from her head and she flexed her fingers. Nothing felt entirely right since being packed full of cybernetics and having her brain operated on to give her a better port.
“We have our similarities, ja, but there is also that point in the road where you veered off left and I went right. And that is why I’m alone on the mountaintop. We are not on equal footing and we never have been. At least not when it comes to what I am. You haven’t had the same shit done to you as has been done to me and amazingly enough I wouldn’t wish it on even you. But I’ll be damned if that’s erased because you want to drag me down so you can feel better about all the changes you’ve had done to keep up with me and the galaxy as a whole.”
There was a pause then before shifting her weight. She could feel the beginning of a migraine coming on, but she also refused to show any weakness at all.
“If you want us on the same level with the implication no one else is on it, too, then getting rid of me would get rid of any kind of equal or near-equal like you seem to need.” The one thing she generally needed was a reason to keep herself in prime shape, to keep improving. But their encounters had only told her one thing– it was never on entirely neutral ground with only themselves. Which was about the only reason she had avoided any killshots. She needed to know she could take him down on her own, without either having a crutch or a team to back them up. Wolves were better in packs, but sometimes she had to do things the awfully human way. The almost conceited way.
Eyes flashed then, a slight curl of the lip. “It is nice to know though that the Illusive Man has gotten you as convinced about his plan as he is. Sad, but nice to know. If I’m a monster, at least I’m still mostly human. What does that make you? I can’t answer that. But it seems to me you’re now striving to be beyond human, whereas I only want to be human and I’m always on the almost there level. I didn’t ask to be in the metahuman category, as I said. In fact, if I could I’d remove all the cybernetics and everything else but unfortunately for me I kind of need them now to live, to fight. Put the visor back on, you look better with it. Ironically red is generally for the bad guys, huh? Least it’s what all the shows said. Red and black was for the bad guys. But eventually I’ll use your own damn tech to destroy everything Cerberus has worked towards. I will die human. What will you die as? That’s up to you and your leash holder.”
“Only if you take back my own honing into a weapon before I was an adult,” Leng countered. “Biotics are not the only thing that can make someone dangerous.”
He tilted his head, letting her prattle, his expression placid. He knew to let the wolf howl and paw the ground, raise her hackles and posture. He knew just how long to taunt her before she finally lunged with parted jowls.
“Are you done, yet?” He asked after she trailed off.
“I will fully admit the galaxy would be equal parts less frustrating and far more boring without you in it. If you were not interfering with Cerberus’s plans, I would be more than happy to continue pitting myself against you. No point in sharpening a blade if you are not going to use it.”
He flicked his visor between his fingers.
“You and many others have called the visor stupid. Do make up your mind on it.”
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A snort escaped her. Her mind was already locked and hidden away in the little vault that it had been kept in most of her adolescence. It had been the only way to survive. The only way to keep some shred of herself intact while her humanity was being stripped away. Layer by layer by layer. Turned into something that wasn’t meant to be human.
That was the whole problem. She was not viewed as human. Her life had been a constant rehash of test project, of guard dog, of go here and do this we own you, you do what WE say no one else.
"I’m not the one constantly poking the damn bear," she retorted. She did quite well just keeping herself too busy to think about what comes after the war. What comes after she is no longer needed much less wanted. What was she to do? Sit on ice, sit on the shelf, wait until a soldier is needed. All she knew was fighting. By design.
"There’s a huge difference between seeing the future and having some foresight. You can’t just go ‘oh we’re going to kill 49 of this person’s friends but then less than a decade later we’ll try to get them to join us and when that doesn’t work we’ll bring them back from the dead oh wait why doesn’t this person want to be around us? Oh, right, those experiments way back when’," she said, her voice dripping with derision and sarcasm but little other emotion.
There was a distinct change in posture and voice. She wasn’t cowering like when she was a kid, but neither was she putting everything into things. She had long found that there was little point in doing so. And she needed to ground herself. She couldn’t sink into an episode. Not now. It was the last thing she needed, to be left vulnerable because of a disorder she had thanks to the very people who brought her back.
"Nobody ever asked my opinion. I wasn’t given a choice. I can fault anyone for not giving me a choice, even the Illusive Man. If I had had my choice, I would’ve stayed dead. It might’ve been a good idea to just allow that, at any rate. I don’t fault him for not seeing the future. I fault him for knowing what my choice would be and brushing it aside, deciding the bridge would be crossed when we all got to it. I fault him for apparently somehow thinking that bringing me back would make me grateful.”
There’s a long pause then, and the change to her entire way of holding herself is almost shocking, knowing the type of person she was. She looked empty. Not defeated but not confident either. Just… empty. back to being the dog she had been a good portion of her life.
"I’m not human. I’m Frankenstein’s monster." Her voice was astoundingly strong, steady, and perhaps heart-breakingly full of certainty that she was speaking the absolute truth. "And The Illusive Man will never be one of my own. There is no one like me. There is only me. People like the Illusive Man made damn sure of that. Or haven’t you heard? They don’t say it very loudly, but they do say it. I’m post-human. Transhuman. Metahuman. A different breed.” Malati had used the word Übermensch once… she still hated that. It put a bad taste in her mouth. Fucking Nietzsche.
Leng tilted his head, listening, not really caring- it was hardly the nature of a snake to care about the plaintive howling of a wolf that never looked down to see what coiled beneath its paws in the grass. Not until there was an exposed belly to strike at.
Her last words had a sneer curling his mouth.
“Wrong.”
He leaned back in his chair as he eyed her countenance in the holo, and held out his hands again.
“You and I both hate it. I loathe it to the point where it makes my blood burn under my skin and it fuels my drive to be rid of you, Shepard, but you are not a singular breed of your own. You’re daft if you think that.”
Plated fingers reached up and removed the visor that hid his gaze, and electric blue eyes bore into hers.
“If you’re a monster, that makes me so much worse. How does that make you feel, knowing how similar we really are?”
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"Wonderful. Just the very person I want for a life long commitment to bugging the shit out of."
A flash of teeth, a shit eating grin.
“And here I thought I was far from your type, Shepard. I’m flattered.”