redlikecrimson | RL with Ken (Mission Time)

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RL with Ken (Mission Time)

They'd all determined that this mission was going to be an easy one. It wouldn't take much to finish off the target and so only Ken and Aya were assigned to it.

Take down the heads of the cooperation who created and distributed the poison they found in their last mission. Since Aya had seen the files from the last one, he would be the best one for being sent in and Ken would be there to cover his back. If poison was around then they needed someone who recognized it as well as someone to be there for that other person.

Drawing in a deep breath, Aya glanced back at Ken. It was now or never. Supposedly the number of guards would be minimal, something they would be able to handle without breaking a sweat. What neither of them realized was that the information was wrong and that the number was doubled that inside the building.

"Ready?"

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Reaching up to undo the buckles for his coat, Aya ignored the shaking in his hands just to force the thing to open. He had to see how bad this was. He could tell that most of the problem was blood loss but...had there been any other damage?

"Help me," he said softly, when he realized he couldn't get the damn thing open to expose the blood. The coat was too close to the actual color to really show him anything.

He took a moment to tug the heavy gloves off, not caring about them in the damp grass as he reached to tug the buckles open. Nerves made his own fingers tense and twitchy, but he managed to get the coat open and as soon as he was able to, his hands were sliding along Aya's torso, seeking out what he as afraid to find.

"Answer my question, Aya."

"I was stabbed."

Anything else he might have said was cut off by a sudden hiss when Ken found the wound at his stomach. Even the gentle touch still seemed to press too hard. And yet he knew that was the source of the blood all over him. Grinding his teeth together, he forced his shirt up so he could look at the injury, needing to make sure it wasn't too deep.

Grumbling, Ken swatted his hand away, but leaned in to get a good look himself. Mumbling an apology, he let his fingers slide over the wound again before letting them probe a little deeper, trying to gauge just how far it'd gone.

"I didn't even see it happen."

Huffing under his breath, he reached up to thumb on his comm again before telling the rest of the team to have medical ready for when they returned.

"... we need to get out of here. Think you can walk with help?"

"You were busy."

Grabbing Ken's arm, he bit back a little cry as he probed. For a moment he only saw white then he was panting again and trying to clear his vision. He heard Ken call the team but couldn't really pay much attention to that.

"Yes. I can walk."

Already he was trying to get to his feet, hand looking for his sword since he hadn't seen that it wasn't near him.

"I'll get it."

His bagh nahks were already draped over his free arm and it wouldn't take more than a moment to get the sword, but he made sure he had Aya at least upright before trying it. Once he had everything, he wrapped his arm around Aya's waist, careful to keep from aggravating the fresh injury, then started off towards the car they'd arrived in.

Now that he had one hand free, Aya used that to press it firmly against the injury so he could at least try to stop further bleeding. He felt weak and dizzy but told himself to keep walking somehow. Though honestly, even he had no idea how he was managing to do that. All he wanted to do was collapse.

Once they got to the car, he melted into the seat, unable to sit up straight. He had to stay conscious until they were back home. He had to.

Ken started rambling on as he drove, wanting to make sure he kept Aya conscious. He knew letting him drift off wouldn't be a good idea thanks to the obvious blood loss.

Somewhere in the middle of Ken's ramble, Aya managed to get a word in. His voice was a little slurred but he still managed to speak clearly enough to be understood. "Were you hurt?"

As much as he wanted to glance over at the sagging redhead, he kept his eyes on the road.

"I'm not worried about me right now."

"...worrying for you..."

It was what he did and it gave him something to focus on, something to keep him awake.

"I'm fine."

He tried to keep his tone light and calm, but even as he did so, he let his foot settle a little heavier on the gas.

"Keep talking to me, Ran. We should be home in ten minutes."

Keep talking? He really didn't want to do that anymore. It was so much nicer to just listen to Ken's voice.

"We need more colors for roses." It seemed so ridiculous to say that but it was already out.

The comment pulled a soft, but startled laugh from Ken. Of anything... roses? Really?

"What colors?"

"Yellow and pink. For Spring."

He had no idea why he was on this topic but it was easy enough to think about.

"...There's a hole in this coat."

"We've got yellow working. Pink... we can see about."

It was such an innocuous topic, but one that was keeping Ken semi-focused and calm.

".... I'll take care of getting it fixed."

"Thank you."

The shirt and his pants were going to have to be thrown out. There was no way that his blood was going to come out.

"I'm ruining the seat..." He was so anal about being clean.

"Which can be replaced."

It was something he'd already planned on doing even if Aya hadn't brought it up. Now that they were back, he had the car off and was out the door before it even died, already headed around to get Aya out.

"Don't worry about your damn sword. I'll come back and get it in a little while."

"It needs to be cleaned too..."

But he didn't reach for his sword and was letting Ken help him inside. He could hear voices from the others and knew that they were talking about him, wanting to know what happened. He didn't answer them though, not sure he could speak clearly enough in English. Japanese was easier to think in and it was what spilled out when he finally did say something.

"Make sure Ken is alright. Covered his back but he might be hurt..."

Ken's answers to the others were terse and clipped, but when they offered to take the injured redhead, he settled that little discussion before it could even get started.

"Shut up, Aya. I'll take care of everything."

Aya muttered something though even he wasn't sure what it was. He just wanted to stop walking, it was too hard to keep it up. He was only still moving because he had to for Ken.

He could tell that Aya was having issues, so he pushed past the lingering crowd, barking for someone to go get the discarded weapons from the car as he headed to let the medical team handle Aya.

The medical team was there and pulling him away from Ken. He wasn't sure what was going on but he didn't like that Ken wasn't there. So he muttered some complaint even as he found himself on a bed with the team stripping his clothes off him.

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