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log; complete.
When; January 6th, early morning.
Rating; PG
Characters; Lenalee Lee (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skycrossing) & Kanda Yuu (to_sublimate)
Summary; After this; her rescue. Later, the Chinese girl's confession.
Log;
Breaking away from the little group of Contractors, Kanda was on his own again, which suited him just fine, because he was more than used to doing things on his own. Rounding the corner, towards the place that July had earlier pointed out through the Network, Kanda's footsteps were quiet and swift. His shoulders were tense, his expression driven. He had a mission of his own to accomplish, and damn if he was going to let something as stupid as the City and its feuds claim an Exorcist's life.
Finally reaching the area, he entered, the door sliding open silently. Kanda strode in, surprised at the sheer technology that hummed in this place. Komui would be fascinated, Kanda was sure, but there were more important things to think about.
Lenalee. Where was Lenalee?
"Lenalee!"
She was on one of their makeshift "mattresses" of hard and cold metal, bound to it by her wrists, torso, and ankles with thick thick chalcedony bands that flickered in neon colors, mirroring the wired helmet hovering around her head. Although the room was drowning in machinery din, Lenalee lay quietly unaware, awake only in the dream she was dreaming: of home, of the future her "present" self didn't live. Like a ghost she was floating above the moving images; no matter how much she shouted, she remain unheard and unfelt by her friends, by her comrades, by her brother who missed her so gravely--
"He...e.. I'm h...re..." her pallid lips quivered inaudibly. Then tears began to spill out of the corners of her fluttering eyes, wetting the black hair that pooled messily over her shoulders.
Sharp ears picking up the soft call, Kanda immediately headed towards the source, a surge of anger rising within him at the way the female Exorcist was plugged in, as if she was nothing more than a power source, or a guinea pig for some twisted experiment. Lenalee looked like a complete mess, and Kanda narrowed slate gray eyes, advancing towards the machine that bound her. In less than an instant, Mugen was unsheathed, impossibly sharp blade glinting in the dull light. He had to get her out of here before anything else happened.
A sharp, swift movement, and the swordsman brought his blade hard down on the cords, cutting through each and every one of them.
When the cords were severed, the exorcist screamed, her body jerked up violently, and her white-knuckled fingers clawed the steel bed in agony until she fainted. A shock; left her breathing unstable, but there was no time to tend to it here. The electromagnetism no longer locking them, the bands popped open.
Sheathing Mugen, the sword strapped to his back, Kanda was more than able to pick her up in his arms. He would fix her later - or at least get someone to do it - but now, they had more pressing matters to attend to. She was light, slender, and it was an easy task to exit the room and to return the way he came.
~ ~ ~ ~
"I saw it. I saw it all."
Lenalee hadn't awoken since she was extracted from the Steward's possession. Kanda had naturally brought her to the firehouse, immediately calling a medic to her attention. The apothecary had done all he could to normalize her condition, but only the exorcist could open her eyes; forcing her awake would've caused her more harm than good. That much, Kanda understood. Therefore all that could be done and had been done in the meanwhile was tuck her into a warm bed, give her regular IV shots, and wait. Wait. Probably the worst thing at this point; Kanda could be patient from time to time, but even this sort of waiting grated on his nerves.
Although it had been decided to have people watch the girl, everyone had other victims to treat, leaving her alone at intervals. Kanda had other matters to tend to as well, and despite vehement protests to the contrary, he had to look out now and then for the other Exorcists as well.
So, as fate had it, when Lenalee had finally woken up, she was alone.
Dazed and disoriented, a pained panic had pushed her to her feet, against the wall, and out the room where she, as fate had it again, collapsed right in time for a stern-eyed swordsman to catch her.
"Lenalee--" He had just returned from another sweep of the area, to secure it so that none of the Stewards could sneak inside. If they were stronger than the deities themselves, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't be able to barge in here. Lenalee looked very much the worse for wear, and the swordsman caught her easily, supporting her. It was perhaps a rare sight, that Kanda would hold back that venomous tongue for someone, but this was Lenalee. This was a person he'd known almost all his life. Steadying her, but not moving away, he continued. "The hell are you doing out h--"
"I saw everything," she whimpered, holding onto him tightly. "Miss Anita and Mahoja, Edo, the Ark, the Noah--how you all disappeared one after the other--how useless I was! And my brother! My poor brother, he's--...I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry!" Her words choked as she began to sob, her mind a mess of things she shouldn't have seen and her heart heavy with feelings that tore her apart. She dug her face deeper into Kanda's coat collar, dusty as it always was after battle, and the familiarity was all too brutal for her to take. Fatigue drew her into a dark sleep, but still she gripped unto the one who had to save her again.
So she remembered, then. When her body sagged against his own, leaning impossibly close, the swordsman shook his head. Lenalee was an incurably naive one, and yet Kanda had never once taken her to task for it as much as he'd done for Allen. It was a girl thing, he figured. They were more prone to emotional displays and attachments, and if it was something he'd learned long ago, it was never to deliberately cross a woman. That would almost always spell trouble, and even Kanda was smart enough not to even try.
He heard her broken sob; he knew how much her comrades meant to her. and now really wasn't the time to berate her for it. Looking down at her, realizing that she was fast asleep, Kanda leaned down and swept her up in his arms, a soft grunt to adjust the weight properly, even as he headed back to where he'd placed her in earlier.
"Tch. You get some rest," he muttered, even though there was a chance that she could not hear it. "It's over, there's no use dwelling on it."
Laying her back down on the bed, he took the time to pull the sheets over her; it was a cold night, and the battles were still raging outside. But at least...at least Lenalee, one of their own, was safe. (And Komui wouldn't have his damn hide for failing to protect his sister) A pause, and he looked down at her. If she had been awake, she would have seen the sternness slip away, replaced by something that was perhaps contemplative, just for a brief moment.
They all had to go home; there were battles to be fought, Lenalee had her own to fight. And ultimately, they would pull through. He would expect nothing less from himself, from her, from all of them. A pat on her shoulder, lingering, the only way he knew how to comfort a distraught Lenalee, and he pulled away, slipping through the doorway. She would be asleep for awhile longer, and meanwhile, he had aliens to kill the shit out of.
Rating; PG
Characters; Lenalee Lee (
skycrossing) & Kanda Yuu (to_sublimate)Summary; After this; her rescue. Later, the Chinese girl's confession.
Log;
Breaking away from the little group of Contractors, Kanda was on his own again, which suited him just fine, because he was more than used to doing things on his own. Rounding the corner, towards the place that July had earlier pointed out through the Network, Kanda's footsteps were quiet and swift. His shoulders were tense, his expression driven. He had a mission of his own to accomplish, and damn if he was going to let something as stupid as the City and its feuds claim an Exorcist's life.
Finally reaching the area, he entered, the door sliding open silently. Kanda strode in, surprised at the sheer technology that hummed in this place. Komui would be fascinated, Kanda was sure, but there were more important things to think about.
Lenalee. Where was Lenalee?
"Lenalee!"
She was on one of their makeshift "mattresses" of hard and cold metal, bound to it by her wrists, torso, and ankles with thick thick chalcedony bands that flickered in neon colors, mirroring the wired helmet hovering around her head. Although the room was drowning in machinery din, Lenalee lay quietly unaware, awake only in the dream she was dreaming: of home, of the future her "present" self didn't live. Like a ghost she was floating above the moving images; no matter how much she shouted, she remain unheard and unfelt by her friends, by her comrades, by her brother who missed her so gravely--
"He...e.. I'm h...re..." her pallid lips quivered inaudibly. Then tears began to spill out of the corners of her fluttering eyes, wetting the black hair that pooled messily over her shoulders.
Sharp ears picking up the soft call, Kanda immediately headed towards the source, a surge of anger rising within him at the way the female Exorcist was plugged in, as if she was nothing more than a power source, or a guinea pig for some twisted experiment. Lenalee looked like a complete mess, and Kanda narrowed slate gray eyes, advancing towards the machine that bound her. In less than an instant, Mugen was unsheathed, impossibly sharp blade glinting in the dull light. He had to get her out of here before anything else happened.
A sharp, swift movement, and the swordsman brought his blade hard down on the cords, cutting through each and every one of them.
When the cords were severed, the exorcist screamed, her body jerked up violently, and her white-knuckled fingers clawed the steel bed in agony until she fainted. A shock; left her breathing unstable, but there was no time to tend to it here. The electromagnetism no longer locking them, the bands popped open.
Sheathing Mugen, the sword strapped to his back, Kanda was more than able to pick her up in his arms. He would fix her later - or at least get someone to do it - but now, they had more pressing matters to attend to. She was light, slender, and it was an easy task to exit the room and to return the way he came.
~ ~ ~ ~
"I saw it. I saw it all."
Lenalee hadn't awoken since she was extracted from the Steward's possession. Kanda had naturally brought her to the firehouse, immediately calling a medic to her attention. The apothecary had done all he could to normalize her condition, but only the exorcist could open her eyes; forcing her awake would've caused her more harm than good. That much, Kanda understood. Therefore all that could be done and had been done in the meanwhile was tuck her into a warm bed, give her regular IV shots, and wait. Wait. Probably the worst thing at this point; Kanda could be patient from time to time, but even this sort of waiting grated on his nerves.
Although it had been decided to have people watch the girl, everyone had other victims to treat, leaving her alone at intervals. Kanda had other matters to tend to as well, and despite vehement protests to the contrary, he had to look out now and then for the other Exorcists as well.
So, as fate had it, when Lenalee had finally woken up, she was alone.
Dazed and disoriented, a pained panic had pushed her to her feet, against the wall, and out the room where she, as fate had it again, collapsed right in time for a stern-eyed swordsman to catch her.
"Lenalee--" He had just returned from another sweep of the area, to secure it so that none of the Stewards could sneak inside. If they were stronger than the deities themselves, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't be able to barge in here. Lenalee looked very much the worse for wear, and the swordsman caught her easily, supporting her. It was perhaps a rare sight, that Kanda would hold back that venomous tongue for someone, but this was Lenalee. This was a person he'd known almost all his life. Steadying her, but not moving away, he continued. "The hell are you doing out h--"
"I saw everything," she whimpered, holding onto him tightly. "Miss Anita and Mahoja, Edo, the Ark, the Noah--how you all disappeared one after the other--how useless I was! And my brother! My poor brother, he's--...I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry!" Her words choked as she began to sob, her mind a mess of things she shouldn't have seen and her heart heavy with feelings that tore her apart. She dug her face deeper into Kanda's coat collar, dusty as it always was after battle, and the familiarity was all too brutal for her to take. Fatigue drew her into a dark sleep, but still she gripped unto the one who had to save her again.
So she remembered, then. When her body sagged against his own, leaning impossibly close, the swordsman shook his head. Lenalee was an incurably naive one, and yet Kanda had never once taken her to task for it as much as he'd done for Allen. It was a girl thing, he figured. They were more prone to emotional displays and attachments, and if it was something he'd learned long ago, it was never to deliberately cross a woman. That would almost always spell trouble, and even Kanda was smart enough not to even try.
He heard her broken sob; he knew how much her comrades meant to her. and now really wasn't the time to berate her for it. Looking down at her, realizing that she was fast asleep, Kanda leaned down and swept her up in his arms, a soft grunt to adjust the weight properly, even as he headed back to where he'd placed her in earlier.
"Tch. You get some rest," he muttered, even though there was a chance that she could not hear it. "It's over, there's no use dwelling on it."
Laying her back down on the bed, he took the time to pull the sheets over her; it was a cold night, and the battles were still raging outside. But at least...at least Lenalee, one of their own, was safe. (And Komui wouldn't have his damn hide for failing to protect his sister) A pause, and he looked down at her. If she had been awake, she would have seen the sternness slip away, replaced by something that was perhaps contemplative, just for a brief moment.
They all had to go home; there were battles to be fought, Lenalee had her own to fight. And ultimately, they would pull through. He would expect nothing less from himself, from her, from all of them. A pat on her shoulder, lingering, the only way he knew how to comfort a distraught Lenalee, and he pulled away, slipping through the doorway. She would be asleep for awhile longer, and meanwhile, he had aliens to kill the shit out of.