[backstory] I was provoked, I swear
Date: Shortly after Kira enters SOLDIER, a year before the present time
Summary: The oft-mentioned wall punch incident, and the first appearance of San
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed to IC comments.
It was sometime after one in the morning on a Saturday when Kira finally slipped out of her room, bath things in hand, and padded down the hall to the showers.
There were a lot of changes happening with her entering SOLDIER. For one, she had her own room (small, but better than being stuffed in a room with three other Thirds). But for some reason, no one had given thought to just how she would manage showering when they had communal showers. Ever since her first mako treatment, when she'd stumbled into the showers, fully clothed, and driven all the SOLDIERs out with...well, she couldn't remember exactly what she'd said or done, but they had shied away from her for a while. Then she'd spent the next hour desperately trying to scrub the feel of the mako from her skin, to no avail.
But now it was Saturday, and most of her unit was out, taking advantage of the break they had been given. So the showers were empty as she opened the door slowly, slipped inside, and closed it silently.
The hot water felt wonderful running down her body, and she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall. Flinching away from the cold tile for a brief second, she sank to the floor slowly, relaxing muscles that had been tight for Gaia knew how long, and sighing as the barely perceptible shaking of her body slowed.
She had gone through the week without emotion. Fighting her pre-SOLDIER data in the training room and stabbing 'herself' through the heart was like a usual training exercise. Ignoring the jibes and catcalls of people unused to seeing a woman in a SOLDIER uniform was pathetically easy. It was wonderful being SOLDIER, not having to think about...
She shuddered once more with a gasp, for a moment shaking so hard that her head hit the wall behind her, and was finally still.
When she came out the showers half an hour later, pajama clad and running fingers through her still wet hair, she found the one SOLDIER she absolutely did not want to run into waiting just outside. San Shinmari was lounging against the wall, a familiar smirk on his face.
“Why, hello there, Miss Ashikira,” he said silkily, mock-bowing. “We missed you at the bar tonight, but it seems you took the time to pamper yourself instead.”
“What do you want, San?” she asked shortly, shaking her head so what little water was left in her hair was flung across the corridor and into the other SOLDIER's face. He didn't react, but then, she hadn't expected him to.
A look she thought was supposed to convey innocence came up on San's face. “You sound so suspicious... I was only wondering if you wanted to join in sometime.” The look she gave him made him only made him laugh. “What, I can't be nice sometime? Not all of us are out to keep you down, you know.”
A little surprised, she couldn't come up with anything to say, and remained silent, trying to insinuate a huff without actually doing it.
“And besides...” He reached out to play with a bit of hair. Not wanting to have to work out stiff muscles again, she remained standing like before, but kept an eye on his hand. “I thought we could have some fun of our own while everyone else is away.”
She could feel the shaking coming on again. His hand trailed down the side of her face to her neck and onto her arm, while the other rested on her hip. He had to notice the tremors running through her... Her suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in closer (she moved her head away) and said. “Don't be scared...I know you can't be immune to the effects the mako has on us, and I've seen the way you look at me...” His head was tilting closer to hers, his mako eyes half-lidded and strangely hypnotic. “Come on. It'll be nice, I promise...” He seemed to be guiding her backwards, and she was vaguely aware that there was an open door behind her.
“Get the fuck away from me, you son of a bitch!”
Before he had time to react to her scream, she had shoved him backwards into the wall. Not a moment later, her right hand was clenched in a fist, flying straight at his face. He managed to duck at the last moment, and what would have been a face-shattering punch instead hit the wall - and went straight through, stopping halfway into the plaster.
San had fallen to the floor and was staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. Along the hallway, doors were opening, and SOLDIERs stuck their heads out, all watching the scene in bewilderment. She wrenched her hand out the wall as she spoke again, shaking off bits of drywall as she advanced on San. There was a slight tingling sensation in her hand, but nothing except red knuckles to indicate she had just done anything out of the ordinary.
“I'm not going to miss next time,” she spat. Then, with a little smirk of her own, she turned and walked down the hall to her own room, meeting the incredulous stares of each and every SOLDIER looking at her.
Summary: The oft-mentioned wall punch incident, and the first appearance of San
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed to IC comments.
It was sometime after one in the morning on a Saturday when Kira finally slipped out of her room, bath things in hand, and padded down the hall to the showers.
There were a lot of changes happening with her entering SOLDIER. For one, she had her own room (small, but better than being stuffed in a room with three other Thirds). But for some reason, no one had given thought to just how she would manage showering when they had communal showers. Ever since her first mako treatment, when she'd stumbled into the showers, fully clothed, and driven all the SOLDIERs out with...well, she couldn't remember exactly what she'd said or done, but they had shied away from her for a while. Then she'd spent the next hour desperately trying to scrub the feel of the mako from her skin, to no avail.
But now it was Saturday, and most of her unit was out, taking advantage of the break they had been given. So the showers were empty as she opened the door slowly, slipped inside, and closed it silently.
The hot water felt wonderful running down her body, and she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall. Flinching away from the cold tile for a brief second, she sank to the floor slowly, relaxing muscles that had been tight for Gaia knew how long, and sighing as the barely perceptible shaking of her body slowed.
She had gone through the week without emotion. Fighting her pre-SOLDIER data in the training room and stabbing 'herself' through the heart was like a usual training exercise. Ignoring the jibes and catcalls of people unused to seeing a woman in a SOLDIER uniform was pathetically easy. It was wonderful being SOLDIER, not having to think about...
She shuddered once more with a gasp, for a moment shaking so hard that her head hit the wall behind her, and was finally still.
When she came out the showers half an hour later, pajama clad and running fingers through her still wet hair, she found the one SOLDIER she absolutely did not want to run into waiting just outside. San Shinmari was lounging against the wall, a familiar smirk on his face.
“Why, hello there, Miss Ashikira,” he said silkily, mock-bowing. “We missed you at the bar tonight, but it seems you took the time to pamper yourself instead.”
“What do you want, San?” she asked shortly, shaking her head so what little water was left in her hair was flung across the corridor and into the other SOLDIER's face. He didn't react, but then, she hadn't expected him to.
A look she thought was supposed to convey innocence came up on San's face. “You sound so suspicious... I was only wondering if you wanted to join in sometime.” The look she gave him made him only made him laugh. “What, I can't be nice sometime? Not all of us are out to keep you down, you know.”
A little surprised, she couldn't come up with anything to say, and remained silent, trying to insinuate a huff without actually doing it.
“And besides...” He reached out to play with a bit of hair. Not wanting to have to work out stiff muscles again, she remained standing like before, but kept an eye on his hand. “I thought we could have some fun of our own while everyone else is away.”
She could feel the shaking coming on again. His hand trailed down the side of her face to her neck and onto her arm, while the other rested on her hip. He had to notice the tremors running through her... Her suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in closer (she moved her head away) and said. “Don't be scared...I know you can't be immune to the effects the mako has on us, and I've seen the way you look at me...” His head was tilting closer to hers, his mako eyes half-lidded and strangely hypnotic. “Come on. It'll be nice, I promise...” He seemed to be guiding her backwards, and she was vaguely aware that there was an open door behind her.
“Get the fuck away from me, you son of a bitch!”
Before he had time to react to her scream, she had shoved him backwards into the wall. Not a moment later, her right hand was clenched in a fist, flying straight at his face. He managed to duck at the last moment, and what would have been a face-shattering punch instead hit the wall - and went straight through, stopping halfway into the plaster.
San had fallen to the floor and was staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. Along the hallway, doors were opening, and SOLDIERs stuck their heads out, all watching the scene in bewilderment. She wrenched her hand out the wall as she spoke again, shaking off bits of drywall as she advanced on San. There was a slight tingling sensation in her hand, but nothing except red knuckles to indicate she had just done anything out of the ordinary.
“I'm not going to miss next time,” she spat. Then, with a little smirk of her own, she turned and walked down the hall to her own room, meeting the incredulous stares of each and every SOLDIER looking at her.