Pain Redefined

[demonicgene]

Who: Kazuya Mishima, and OPEN
When: Just after the Gundam fight of evil twin week
Where: Close to where the evil!Seravee fell
Summary: Unable to call for help, the severely injured Kazuya is clinging to life by sheer force of will.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood. Lots of it. Will update as needed.

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[dualityinblood]

Jin wasn't sore, surprisingly. Just...tired. His clothes were torn and bloody from both fights and his subsequent transformations into Devil form, blood matted his hair, and he had multiple lacerations on his entire body, although they were now taped up. All in all, he looked like he was in rough shape.

But maybe it was adrenaline that was driving him on, it would explain why he didn't seem to feel much of anything, despite his injuries. Actually...

There was a strange feeling pricking the back of his head, and it was irritating him. Frowning, he kept moving, his eyes widening as he saw the wreckage of one of the Gundams in the distance. Thankfully he had heard the commotion over the faciliberries and went to hide. He really didn't feel like dodging something that large.

His eyes widened even more as he got closer, noting the mangled body of his father crawling away from the wreckage. Didn't he hear the broadcast?

His eyes narrowed now. His own fault for not listening, the idiot. But still...those injuries...

[demonicgene]

Kazuya simply glared as his son came into view. Of all the people to find him, Jin wasn't high on his list. He simply kept pulling himself with the one arm, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

[dualityinblood]

Jin let out a sigh. Hey, he wouldn't have went near the area if he knew that Kazuya was there, especially after the earlier incident, but it seemed that Fate liked fucking with the both of them.

And without so much as a word, he walked over to the other man, getting ready to pick him up and sling his good arm over Jin's shoulders. "...idiot."

[demonicgene]

Indeed, fate did seem to think it amusing to throw the two together. Kazuya just glared at his son, but offered no opposition. Not that he really could do anything to keep his son from doing anything. But at least Jin wasn't the type to hold this sort of thing over his head.

"Stow it..." he managed, blood flecks occasionally blowing from his lips.

[red_sand_stings]

Sasori was never interested in getting in the way of epic battles; he left that toward the more reckless members of Akatsuki, and the Facility had only honed that tendency in him. Even here, with his full collection available to him, he avoided any combat he didn't feel confident of winning.

But he still watched, wanting to know the capabilities of his enemies, and when he saw the powerful fighter struggling to get away... well, his instincts came to the fore. This man would be an excellent addition to his collection.

He slipped toward Kazuya, keeping a wary eye on the battle's aftermath, until he stood over him, just out of arm's reach.

"What would you give for aid?" His voice was smooth and calm.

[demonicgene]

Kazuya glanced up at Sasori. However, even in such a state, his pride would not allow him to bargain for assistance. He would find his own, and do so on his own strength.

"I'm... will find... my own... I do not... require aid... from... the likes of... you..." he managed, coughing up blood in the next breath, attempting to pull himself past Sasori.

[red_sand_stings]

"The likes of me?" It made Sasori laugh, a low, smooth, airless sound. "And what likes are those?" He regarded Kazuya's determination with interest. "I have some skill in the treatment of the body. I can help you."

[demonicgene]

Kazuya grunts a bit as he continues to pull himself forward.

"I... know your... type..." he sputtered, spitting blood onto the pavement. "Offering... help to those... injured... in exchange... for some... outlandish favor..." He spat another mouth-full to the side.

"I... may be injured... but... I am... not weak... and I... refuse... to be... indebted... to anyone..."