To Protect and Serve [1/1]
Title: To Protect and Serve [1/1]
Author: technicallysane
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Not even a little bit. Nope.
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Hikaru Sulu/Kozuki Kallen (Star Trek XI / Code Geass)
Word Count: 1,243
Warnings: none, really.
Summary: There's a whole lot more to this "bond" thing than either one of them were prepared for.
Author's Note: Written for morninglow . Seriously, we make the crackiest pairings ever together. I'm pretty sure that at this point we'd ship just about anything. <333 Based on one of our roleplays, which in turn is based off the manga Shitsurakuen, if that helps any.
to protect and serve
Though she’d never admit it, Kallen doesn’t like the look of pain that crosses over Sulu’s face every time she draws Sage from his chest.
It’s a set face, the face of someone who’s resigned to the pain but is no less used to it than when they began. Kallen finds that she… well, she doesn’t like fighting with Sulu as her weapon now. Whereas with others it’d been a professional relationship, she hated to admit that with Sulu it was just a bit more. Every time she pulls Sage out, Sulu makes a soft noise like he’s not sure what to do with himself, his eyes pinch shut and a breath is punched out of him before he can stop himself.
Kallen doesn’t like it.
They’d been roped into this fight, though. One of the larger students with no real care for Sulu’s elder status had shoved the smaller man into the wall, demanding to know how someone with such a pathetic, useless weapon could get so far in the game. Sulu’s eyes had flashed dangerously and for a split second Kallen was sure this would be the final breaking point for him, but then the penalty had set in and both Sulu and the student had bent over, clutching at their heads. Likewise, Kallen felt a small pinprick of pain in the back of her skull, and had quickly rushed to his aid, pulling him aside.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” she’d hissed. “We’ll fight them fair. You can kick his ass in front of everyone.”
“I’d love that,” he’d muttered back. “But you’re the one that’s going to be doing the ass-kicking.”
Oh. Right.
The battle would be easy enough. Sulu had taught Kallen everything he knew about fencing and, while she wasn’t a pro at it, she was fairly decent and had won the battles they’d faced before. She would never admit it to him, but… for this, she is more grateful than she can say. More wins means Sulu at her side, with his quiet passion and soft eyes and gentle grin, the way he holds himself straight and tall, a soldier and yet still a boy all wrapped in one body.
There’s something warm and familiar in that.
With the whisper of “Utopia is here,” she grips tight and pulls the foil from his chest, tries to ignore that tiny inhale and the way his eyes squeeze shut. Their opponent has a rather large machete, and already Kallen is wincing in sympathy for the blows Sage is sure to be dealt. She tries her hardest to avoid the weapon being hit, because it means pain for Sulu and if he passes out, they lose.
All’s going well. She parries and dodges just as he taught her, his past lessons loud in her ears. They can win this.
Until her opponent grabs the tip of the foil on the cusp of her lunge and takes hold of her wrist as well. In the back of her mind she can hear Sulu’s startled shout of Kallen and in the moment before she realizes what’s about to happen, it dawns on her that his chief concern is her and her alone. But then-
“No-” she tries, desperate, oh God, no-
With a cruel smirk, he squeezes and snaps Sage right in half.
There’s an agonized cry from behind her and Kallen wrenches her wrist out of his grip and, without thinking, deals him such a punch in the face that he goes reeling back. Another one for good luck and then she’s whirling around to where Sulu has crumbled to the ground, hands grasping at his own chest like he’s trying to claw the pain out. She drops down beside him, a hand in his hair before she can even think about it. He’s whimpering quietly, eyes bright and color high in his cheeks as the soft noises are coughed out.
“Sulu.” Her voice is quieter than she expected. “Sulu, Sulu.” She repeats it like a prayer, tries to bring him back from wherever he’s going, but that wave of pain is too much for him and she watches as it overwhelms, overcomes, and drags him somewhere that, for the time being, she cannot follow. Kallen makes a quiet noise and runs her hand through his hair. “Sulu-”
When she hears, “I’m not even going to bother claiming that weapon,” all she sees is red.
-
It takes three days for Sulu to wake up, and in that time, Kallen leaves the infirmary only to eat. She sleeps in the chair next to his bed, holds his hand gently between hers. His fingers are cold, and sometimes she’ll rub them gently to get some warmth back into them.
Kallen can’t help but think that Sulu is almost a representation of what she has desperately craved in her world. A young Japanese man-even if he was born somewhere in California-with a life of promise, of potential, without fear of prejudice and humiliation. A Lieutenant at twenty-one years old…
She wonders what he had to go through to get there.
His chest rises and falls, eyes flickering under closed lids, and Kallen runs a thumb up and down the mark on his hand. The mark of female ownership, of a bond that cannot be broken without defeat or death.
They were defeated, but they aren’t dead yet.
-
When Sulu finally opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Kallen. She’s asleep, chin against her chest and breathing quietly, and his hand is resting in between both of hers. He silently and gently pulls it away, pausing when he sees a flash of black against his skin. He holds it up, spreads his fingers wide, and stares at the mark on his hand that labels him as Kallen’s and Kallen’s alone.
“I promise, Hikaru Sulu, to protect and serve you…”
A pact can’t be made without those words.
He thinks of how the bond was broken the moment Sage was. He wonders quietly at what point Kallen recited them, when she took him back even as he was useless, broken, and utterly helpless. Sulu brings his hand down to rest his arm across his eyes. And if a few tears slide down his cheeks, well.
It’s nothing she needs to see.
Here, in his moment of weakness, Hikaru bears it alone.
And yet he can’t help but laugh when he thinks, Kallen'd be so pissed if she knew.
-
She is. But it’s far outweighed by her relief that he’s awake and breathing and utterly alive.
“You took me back,” Sulu mutters, wincing when she presses a hand to his head to feel for a temperature. It’s been spiking on and off and his head is killing him. Kallen pauses in the middle of her pseudo check-up and gives him what can only be described as a glare.
“Of course I did.”
“I don’t exactly have a weapon anymore, you know.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She takes his hand and holds it up, makes him see the mark of ownership. “I promised to protect you. And I failed.” Kallen looks him right in the eye. “I made you a promise and I intend to keep it, Sulu.”
There’s a slight pause, and then for the first time in what feels like ages, he gives her his kind, gentle, brilliant smile.
“Hikaru.”
-
He smiles when he kisses, too.
-
fin
Author: technicallysane
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Not even a little bit. Nope.
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Hikaru Sulu/Kozuki Kallen (Star Trek XI / Code Geass)
Word Count: 1,243
Warnings: none, really.
Summary: There's a whole lot more to this "bond" thing than either one of them were prepared for.
Author's Note: Written for morninglow . Seriously, we make the crackiest pairings ever together. I'm pretty sure that at this point we'd ship just about anything. <333 Based on one of our roleplays, which in turn is based off the manga Shitsurakuen, if that helps any.
to protect and serve
Though she’d never admit it, Kallen doesn’t like the look of pain that crosses over Sulu’s face every time she draws Sage from his chest.
It’s a set face, the face of someone who’s resigned to the pain but is no less used to it than when they began. Kallen finds that she… well, she doesn’t like fighting with Sulu as her weapon now. Whereas with others it’d been a professional relationship, she hated to admit that with Sulu it was just a bit more. Every time she pulls Sage out, Sulu makes a soft noise like he’s not sure what to do with himself, his eyes pinch shut and a breath is punched out of him before he can stop himself.
Kallen doesn’t like it.
They’d been roped into this fight, though. One of the larger students with no real care for Sulu’s elder status had shoved the smaller man into the wall, demanding to know how someone with such a pathetic, useless weapon could get so far in the game. Sulu’s eyes had flashed dangerously and for a split second Kallen was sure this would be the final breaking point for him, but then the penalty had set in and both Sulu and the student had bent over, clutching at their heads. Likewise, Kallen felt a small pinprick of pain in the back of her skull, and had quickly rushed to his aid, pulling him aside.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” she’d hissed. “We’ll fight them fair. You can kick his ass in front of everyone.”
“I’d love that,” he’d muttered back. “But you’re the one that’s going to be doing the ass-kicking.”
Oh. Right.
The battle would be easy enough. Sulu had taught Kallen everything he knew about fencing and, while she wasn’t a pro at it, she was fairly decent and had won the battles they’d faced before. She would never admit it to him, but… for this, she is more grateful than she can say. More wins means Sulu at her side, with his quiet passion and soft eyes and gentle grin, the way he holds himself straight and tall, a soldier and yet still a boy all wrapped in one body.
There’s something warm and familiar in that.
With the whisper of “Utopia is here,” she grips tight and pulls the foil from his chest, tries to ignore that tiny inhale and the way his eyes squeeze shut. Their opponent has a rather large machete, and already Kallen is wincing in sympathy for the blows Sage is sure to be dealt. She tries her hardest to avoid the weapon being hit, because it means pain for Sulu and if he passes out, they lose.
All’s going well. She parries and dodges just as he taught her, his past lessons loud in her ears. They can win this.
Until her opponent grabs the tip of the foil on the cusp of her lunge and takes hold of her wrist as well. In the back of her mind she can hear Sulu’s startled shout of Kallen and in the moment before she realizes what’s about to happen, it dawns on her that his chief concern is her and her alone. But then-
“No-” she tries, desperate, oh God, no-
With a cruel smirk, he squeezes and snaps Sage right in half.
There’s an agonized cry from behind her and Kallen wrenches her wrist out of his grip and, without thinking, deals him such a punch in the face that he goes reeling back. Another one for good luck and then she’s whirling around to where Sulu has crumbled to the ground, hands grasping at his own chest like he’s trying to claw the pain out. She drops down beside him, a hand in his hair before she can even think about it. He’s whimpering quietly, eyes bright and color high in his cheeks as the soft noises are coughed out.
“Sulu.” Her voice is quieter than she expected. “Sulu, Sulu.” She repeats it like a prayer, tries to bring him back from wherever he’s going, but that wave of pain is too much for him and she watches as it overwhelms, overcomes, and drags him somewhere that, for the time being, she cannot follow. Kallen makes a quiet noise and runs her hand through his hair. “Sulu-”
When she hears, “I’m not even going to bother claiming that weapon,” all she sees is red.
-
It takes three days for Sulu to wake up, and in that time, Kallen leaves the infirmary only to eat. She sleeps in the chair next to his bed, holds his hand gently between hers. His fingers are cold, and sometimes she’ll rub them gently to get some warmth back into them.
Kallen can’t help but think that Sulu is almost a representation of what she has desperately craved in her world. A young Japanese man-even if he was born somewhere in California-with a life of promise, of potential, without fear of prejudice and humiliation. A Lieutenant at twenty-one years old…
She wonders what he had to go through to get there.
His chest rises and falls, eyes flickering under closed lids, and Kallen runs a thumb up and down the mark on his hand. The mark of female ownership, of a bond that cannot be broken without defeat or death.
They were defeated, but they aren’t dead yet.
-
When Sulu finally opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Kallen. She’s asleep, chin against her chest and breathing quietly, and his hand is resting in between both of hers. He silently and gently pulls it away, pausing when he sees a flash of black against his skin. He holds it up, spreads his fingers wide, and stares at the mark on his hand that labels him as Kallen’s and Kallen’s alone.
“I promise, Hikaru Sulu, to protect and serve you…”
A pact can’t be made without those words.
He thinks of how the bond was broken the moment Sage was. He wonders quietly at what point Kallen recited them, when she took him back even as he was useless, broken, and utterly helpless. Sulu brings his hand down to rest his arm across his eyes. And if a few tears slide down his cheeks, well.
It’s nothing she needs to see.
Here, in his moment of weakness, Hikaru bears it alone.
And yet he can’t help but laugh when he thinks, Kallen'd be so pissed if she knew.
-
She is. But it’s far outweighed by her relief that he’s awake and breathing and utterly alive.
“You took me back,” Sulu mutters, wincing when she presses a hand to his head to feel for a temperature. It’s been spiking on and off and his head is killing him. Kallen pauses in the middle of her pseudo check-up and gives him what can only be described as a glare.
“Of course I did.”
“I don’t exactly have a weapon anymore, you know.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She takes his hand and holds it up, makes him see the mark of ownership. “I promised to protect you. And I failed.” Kallen looks him right in the eye. “I made you a promise and I intend to keep it, Sulu.”
There’s a slight pause, and then for the first time in what feels like ages, he gives her his kind, gentle, brilliant smile.
“Hikaru.”
-
He smiles when he kisses, too.
-
fin