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Give to Get (Railao)

As one of Liu Kang’s higher angels, Raiden got stuck housing Johnny. He didn’t mind of course, but something about it had started to bother him more and more.

The angel was confused, conflicted in his thoughts. He tried to figure out what specifically about Johnny was bugging him. He eventually figured out what it was, and it wasn’t just Johnny’s presence.

The room Raiden shared with the brown winged angels was fairly small, but large enough to house the three that resided there, though technically four with the singular demon that began to stay more often than not. It left a lot of room for eavesdropping whether anyone wanted to or not, but no one really cared either, there was nothing of secrecy to keep from the others.

While Raiden and Kung Lao sat on the floor of their half of the room, Raiden couldn’t help but listen to Johnny and the demon’s conversations. They were nothing of interest to him, and yet he couldn’t stop listening from behind the curtain that separated the pairs. Something about the way they spoke to each other, it sparked a sensation in his chest, one he didn’t quite understand at the time.

The day after that, he continued to watch Johnny and the demon figure. As the days went on, he kept watching. It took him a bit to think it through, but the feeling he felt was envy. He envied what Johnny had that he didn’t.

A partner.

The way the two looked at eachother, touched each other, spoke to each other, all of that Raiden craved, and he wasn’t sure why.

He had no one of interest, so why was it bugging him so bad all of a sudden?

Having chosen to ignore this admiration for what the angel and demon have, Raiden thought more on why. Why he felt this way, and what possibly could be sparking these feelings.

It didn’t take long for him to come to the realization that Kung Lao’s presence became more and more of a requirement for his daily routine.

He realized the attachment he felt to Kung Lao. He always thought that’s just how friends felt towards each other. Always hiding it behind their history together, saying it’s just in his nature to be so loving towards Kung Lao, he never considered he was actually in love with the guy.

Sure he’s annoying and has an ego, but that’s what makes him interesting to Raiden. Without him around, Raiden would be bored out of his mind.

Taking this realization of his, Raiden decided to confront Kung Lao about his feelings, though he didn’t plan for the response he ended up receiving.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Rai,”

Raiden was confused. If he wasn’t mistaken, Kung Lao put the same amount of attention into him as he did Kung Lao.

“So, you’re not interested then?” Raiden approached calmly. He wanted a straight up answer, not a hesitant one.

“That’s not it,” Kung Lao put the flower he was admiring down before standing up to meet Raiden’s gaze, “I’m worried for your rank Raiden.”

“My rank?”

The white wing didn’t even consider his position compared to his friend’s. He looked towards his stomach where the number “2” adorned his skin, his hand gently grazing over it.

He thought to himself for a second, about his rank, about Kung Lao’s rank.

“I’m not worried about it, Lao.”

The look Kung Lao shot him told Raiden everything he needed to know.

The white winged angel sighed, smiled, and suggested they drop the idea. With hesitation from Kung Lao, Raiden takes his leave. Rejection was not on Raiden’s bucket list to say the least.

Weeks go by, the white wing and brown wing go back to their usual friendly banter and normal routine. It was a nice feeling knowing the awkward confession didn’t ruin anything between them. Still, Raiden couldn’t help but feel bad he even tried, but he understood Kung Lao’s hesitance. The hesitance from his friend however drove him mad, it gave him much hope for something just out of reach.

“Stop joking around Lao,” Raiden huffed a shy laugh, Kung Lao’s sudden confrontation while he was busy with higher up work threw him off.

“I’m not kidding Raiden, I’m serious,” the brown wing stood straight, his hand just slightly stuck out to reach for his friend’s, to try and get his full attention.

Kung Lao didn’t intend on interrupting Raiden’s work, but it had been weeks, maybe even a month since Raiden offered his love to him, and he so rudely made it awkward. They never fully spoke about it, so Kung Lao let it go originally, only now it was eating away at him. He had to tell Raiden he felt the same way and didn’t intend to reject him initially.

“You’re funny,” Raiden laughs, a sound that squeezes Kung Lao’s heart.

“Rai, please,” Kung Lao grabs Raiden’s arms, forcing him to look at him, “I’m serious.”

The white wing’s face drops, his stomach twisting at the strong eye contact while the words process in his mind.

“You are serious…” he mumbles, the expression on Kung Lao’s face, his eyes, telling nothing but the truth.

Kung Lao nods to confirm Raiden’s suspicions, a final “please” making itself known by his action. An awkward silence grows between the two, tension building way more than they’d like. Raiden’s mind tries to grasp onto every word Kung Lao spouted at him. How he was sorry for dismissing his feelings, that he feels the same, he wants to be together, to mark each other. How if Raiden was okay with dropping rank then he must truly feel deeply for Kung Lao and he wants to acknowledge that as best he can, by which of course being to admit the reciprocated feelings they shared.

As Raiden feels Kung Lao’s grip on his arms loosen, he sighs before laughing, shaking his head playfully.

“Alright,” he smiles softly.

Kung Lao looked at the other confused, slight hope building in his stomach.

“Right now? Here? Now?”

Raiden’s heart pounded in his ears, the puppy-like excitement from his best friend was his favorite thing at that moment.

“When else, Kung Lao. If we hold off any longer we might not accept our fate at all,” Raiden’s hand gently took Kung Lao’s, softly placing it on top of his mark.

With that, Kung Lao sports a burning smile. The excitement and relief in his body could make him cry.

As Raiden’s hand lets go of Kung Lao’s, he snakes it around Kung Lao’s back, his fingers grazing over the “4” between the brown wing’s shoulder blades. While not ones for heavy romance, the two settle on something more casual. Their foreheads pressed together as they embraced each other, a consenting hug of sorts being their method of choice.

As soon as the process began, it was over. Fortunately for the two, their rank difference wasn’t too large of a gap. It only took a minute for Raiden’s rank to drop from his natural “2” to Kung Lao’s “4”. Still, the subtle cramp in Raiden’s gut was enough to convince him to end work early that day.

The following morning, Kung Lao was clingier than usual. When Raiden tried to get up to leave for his normal morning routine, the brown wing wouldn’t let him go. It was strange, but Raiden also found it heavily endearing. Having let the other get his cuddles out, Raiden eventually pushed him off and left to speak to Liu Kang.

It was slightly nerve wracking to approach the higher ups, but Raiden knew Liu Kang, he knew it wasn’t going to be a big deal to address his new position.

While he walked the halls to find the main room, he stumbled into the demon that usually stalks their shared room. They paused to look at each other for a moment before peacefully passing by each other, the demon heading back to the room with some food in hand.

When entering the main hall, it was oddly quiet considering he stayed in bed longer than usual. The room was spotless, little to no people were there, the only one really in view being Liu Kang.

So the atmosphere of the room was a little off, but that wasn’t going to stop Raiden from having this talk. It would feel wrong to continue as normal without letting Liu Kang know of the recent changes.

Carefully, Raiden walked forward into the main hall. Liu Kang’s back was to the entry, so he quietly spoke to ask for his attention.

“Excuse me,” his voice shook slightly as he bowed towards his ruler.

With a hum, Liu Kang turned around. He smiled at Raiden’s presence, though when Raiden stood up straight Liu Kang’s eyes widened every so slightly at the obvious conversation topic.

“Are you busy, Lord Liu Kang?”

“Not at all,” he took a few steps towards the younger angel.

Raiden smiled awkwardly, his hands finding each other in front of him to keep from fidgeting.

“I know you saw me as your second in command almost, someone with power and a high rank, but things happen you know? I didn’t want to continue about my business without letting you know, seeing what you have to say.”

He paused to catch his breath, unaware of his rambling.

“If you are okay with a lower rank being of assistance to you, I’m fully capable of continuing my duty by your side. If not I-”

“Are you happy, Raiden.”

He hadn’t realized that Liu Kang took his hands in his own.

“Am I happy..?”

“Are you happy.”

His voice was calm, almost like he was saying it as a statement rather than a question, parroting it back to him.

Was Raiden happy?

The angel thought for a minute. He thought about all he could lose from dropping rank, all that could change from his usual life, and yet none of it bothered him. Though the second he thought about Kung Lao, he smiled.

“I am,” his eyes met with Liu Kang’s again, the widest smile welcoming his gaze.

“All will stay the same. As long as you’re happy and this was your choice, I’m happy for you.”

Raiden was happy at Liu Kang’s acceptance, why he feared it at all even if just a little was beyond him.

“Thank you, Lord Liu Kang.”

“No need to thank me Raiden,” the higher up squeezed the angel’s hands gently to emphasize his words.

They ended their conversation with a mutual head nod, both still smiling. Taking that as his cue to get to work for the day, Raiden turned to leave. While walking back towards his room, he started to feel a strange way. His chest felt fluttery, like something startled him. It was a faint feeling, but there nonetheless. Before being able to decipher what it was about, his eyes landed on Kung Lao as he entered the room.

“Good morning,” Raiden hummed with a pleasant smile.

“Hey.”

Odd. Usually Kung Lao greets him like a dog who missed its owner every morning.

“Something wrong?”

“Yeah, actually,” Kung Lao replied, staring at the floor as he sat on the edge of Raiden’s bed.

Taking the pause in their words, Raiden sat beside his partner, a gentle hand grazing over the brown wing’s back.

“You left this morning and I fell back asleep right, then suddenly I’m woken up by this crazy nervous feeling. So I thought, ‘okay, this is weird. Maybe I had a bad dream or something.’ But then I’m overwhelmed by this intense wave of happiness as if I wasn’t just nervous a few minutes ago.”

“That’s because you’re feeling what Raiden’s feeling, Kung Lao.”

The two angel’s looked up from the floor, their eyes landing on the figure holding the curtain in the middle of the room.

“What?”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but when you two claimed each other you bound your energies together. You now feel each other’s emotions to a degree. Usually very faint, that is unless what the other is experiencing is intense.”

“How do you know this?” Raiden questioned.

Johnny laughed, “Don’t tell him I told you this, but before getting accepted by his family, Kenshi spent several days anxious hiding from me. If I felt it the way I did, I can only imagine how he feels when I get like that.”

“Well that’s a new one. Wish I knew that before putting out the offer.”

“Rude,” Raiden huffed beside Kung Lao.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding. It’s definitely something to get used to, that's for sure.”

“It’ll come in handy eventually, trust me. While it can be a pain in the ass, I’m happy to have it,” Johnny spoke, his wings fluffing behind him as if he was nervous to acknowledge his feelings.

“Oh and your marks,” Johnny twisted his body to show his own, “these come in handy too. Sure they’re just random numbers on our bodies for some unknown reason, but they provide comfort. At least for Kenshi and I it does. Not sure if it goes for all pairs, but you could try it.”

Intrigued by Johnny’s words, Raiden’s hand found Kung Lao’s ‘4’ mark between his shoulder blades. Almost instantly, Kung Lao’s shoulders relaxed, his wings puffed up in response to the chill that rattled his body. It almost felt silly thinking about how it all worked. If touching each other’s marks comforted each other like this, how awkward would it be for Kung Lao to utilize Raiden’s? It was then Raiden laughed to himself thinking about it all.

“Seems like it works just the same for you guys,” Johnny smiled, “as much as I’d like to stay and chat some more, Kenshi and I have somewhere to be. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Raiden nodded and watched as Johnny walked out the door.

As Raiden turned to face Kung Lao, his head stopped halfway. A quick kiss on his cheek interrupted his action. Dazed by the sudden affection, his hand stopped moving against Kung Lao’s mark, leaving room for nerves to creep back in. Kung Lao avoided eye contact, but Raiden stared heavily at the other. He could tell Kung Lao was afraid of what he just did, it made him laugh. A soft puff escaped from his lips while he leaned towards him.

He gave Kung Lao’s mark attention again as he leaned against his shoulder. Seeing that Raiden wasn’t opposed to the choice of affection, Kung Lao placed his head on the other’s in return.

“You’re allowed to kiss me Lao,” the white wing spoke quietly.

Kung Lao stared forward, as if the sentence went in one ear and out the other.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Raiden laughed, “I don’t mind.”

To that, Kung Lao lifted his head and turned to face his partner. Without trying to seem eager, he placed his hand along Raiden’s jaw. He took a second to appreciate Raiden’s face. His eyes, nose, lips, everything about him was beautiful. His face flushed as Raiden smiled in response. The soft look in his eyes reassured Kung Lao. Having gotten distracted from his initial trail of thought, Raiden took it upon himself to initiate a kiss. Kung Lao was shocked at first, but eventually closed his eyes.

Everything about Raiden, about this moment, about them, was perfect. -- Railao marking WHO CHEERED.

An explanation of their relationship here and what kinda happened since the writing might not do it as much justice as I would have liked:

Raiden and Kung Lao grew up together and have been best friends all their lives pretty much. Raiden never caught on that he had feelings for Kung Lao until housing Johnny. Johnny and Kenshi's affection and care towards each other made Raiden envious of Johnny and he didn't know why until it was made clear to him his crush on Kung Lao. So, Raiden tries to confront Kung Lao about it, gets rejected, and goes back to acting like nothing happened. Eventually Kung Lao comes to talk to him and accepts the idea this time cause it's coming from himself. He realized Raiden wasn't worried about his own rank so if Raiden truly was okay with dropping rank for Kung Lao's love, then he must be telling the truth. Raiden's in denial thinking its sorta more a funny haha towards him trying how long prior, but then he realizes Kung Lao's not kidding. They accept each other, marking is done yadda yadda, next morning Raiden goes to speak to Liu Kang on his own. Liu Kang doesn't reprimand him or change anything about Raiden's position, because Liu Kang never cared. He just does it to keep structure. People don't realize this about him though, so they often fear his acceptance. When all is said and done Raiden goes back to the room, Johnny explains to the two how their emotions/energy is connected to one another now, and the two sit in each other's presence.

Another thing to add is that after getting with Kung Lao, Raiden gets distracted more easily from his work. Liu Kang watches it happen all the time but doesn't do anything about it. He'd rather Raiden be happy and have found someone to spend his life with than to watch him work all day alone. He's not strict with Raiden is what I'm saying.

BUT ANYWAYS Here's the art to go with it :))

Hope you guys enjoyed :)) Sorry I've been MIA for a bit,, I have three more writings planned after this one which will be back with Johnshi mostly, but these guys will play more of a part now that I have them introduced in some way.

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His Eyes (Johnshi)

Despite not officially living with the angel, Kenshi sure as hell was around enough to make it look like it. Without hesitation, the moment the demon feels something is off, he’s always there. While it could be annoying, the angel would never complain about his actions. It shows him he cares, and that their relationship wasn’t just something for “benefits”.

“I saw this thing earlier, like something I’ve never seen before,” the angel rambled while Kenshi gently removed his bracelets.

“And what was it exactly?” Kenshi hummed while replacing the gold with the angel’s original copper.

“I don’t know, but it looked insane. These guys were just jumping around, like they were fighting something. And their names? I didn’t quite catch all of them, but they sounded way too epic to be their real names,” Johnny’s feathers rustled in excitement, the once overwhelming feeling slowly leaving the angel’s energy.

The demon huffed a laugh, “Have you never seen those?”

“No,” Johnny shook his head lightly, “We don’t, or we didn’t, get that kind of excitement in the lower ranks.”

Kenshi shivered at the mention of his angel’s prior ranking, he never liked when it was brought back up.

“Right, sorry.”

“Doesn’t matter,” the angel’s hands twisted together while his partner reached around his shoulders.

“They’re acting, if you were wondering.”

“Acting?”

The gold collar unclipped, releasing the demon from Johnny’s shoulders.

“Yeah, they’re playing a character.”

Kenshi watched as Johnny’s eyes stared at the floor, a small smile showing interest in the topic at hand. As he held out the copper collar, Johnny looked back up, his eyes still shimmering despite the lack of light in their shared room. He couldn’t help but smile in return at the angel’s silent wondering.

“That sounds fun as hell,” Johnny quietly spoke while the copper was placed around his neck.

“It’s not really my thing,” the demon brushed off the angel’s shoulders, the nonexistent dirt surely making its way to the floor, “The next time you see a group you should ask to join them.”

“Join them?” Brown feathers shook free from his back in slight surprise at the idea.

“Yeah? I don’t see why not,” Kenshi tilted his head while stepping back to admire his work of replacing the gold with copper.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I mean I don’t have experience in that kind of thing. I don’t think-”

“We all start somewhere, Starlight.”

Johnny froze at the name, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“You’d enjoy it. It’ll give you something to do instead of sitting in here all day.”

Johnny felt he had to defend his case, but couldn’t think of anything. He really did just sit idly in this room other than occasional walks and joining the other angel’s for a collective dinner every once and a while. That and the few times he visited the demon’s territory. The thought of the demon’s side reminded the angel of prior to meeting his partner’s family.

While Kenshi had his back turned, Johnny watched as he cleaned the gold jewels, placing them on a shelf nearby. He hesitated, unsure if he should speak or not, but he had to know.

“Kenshi.”

The demon hummed in response, leaving Johnny with very little to go off of.

“Do you remember when you were in that cave a while back?”

“I do.”

“Before we went to meet your family?”

Kenshi hums again.

Feeling the demon didn’t like the suspense, Johnny couldn’t figure out how he wanted to ask his next question. He twisted the bracelets on his wrist, showing he was unsure if he was trespassing some unknown boundary, yet he kept “eye contact”. He waited. For what? He didn’t know. He just hoped Kenshi understood what he was wanting to know without having to say it.

“I won’t be mad at you Starlight, whatever your question will be.”

To that, Johnny sighed.

He laughed to himself, the whole idea starting to sound ridiculous in his mind. All Kenshi could do was stand and wait.

There was a moment of silence between the two, the quiet talking from the other half of the room was the only thing keeping it from being dead silent. Kenshi raised an eyebrow, wanting to know what his angel was about to bring up.

And so Johnny spoke, “Can you see?”

The question felt so abrupt, yet expected.

The demon, now looking towards the other, stood slightly stiff.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, I mean, you were in the dark. It didn’t phase you whatsoever.”

“I just have the cave memorized is all,” his tail swished awkwardly.

Johnny could tell that was partially true, yet there was something else hiding under the quick replies.

“You’re always wearing that cloth around your eyes too,” he slowly approached the other, a gentle hand reaching for the demon’s face.

Kenshi stepped back against the wall, instinct telling him to remove himself from the situation.

Johnny immediately noticed his action was mis-read, quickly retracting his hand.

“Can you see through it?”

While Johnny felt awkward asking these questions, he meant no harm to his other half. He didn’t feel any intense discomfort in the other’s energy, so he felt it was okay to keep asking.

Kenshi on the other hand, wondered why the sudden interest in his eyes. He knew it was going to happen eventually, but never prepared for the day. It had occurred to him how strange it must’ve been for Johnny, having accepted a bond with someone you’ve never seen the eyes of. ‘The eyes are the window to the soul’ and all. The amount of trust the angel put in him was evident as he clocked that fact. The idea of his angel accepting him despite being unable to see the emotion in his eyes, that was a huge deal. It only felt right to return the favor, whether he hated his eyes or not.

And so he spoke, “I can see.”

He expected a reply from his angel, but it was silent. So, he added more.

“I just don't like them. My eyes, I mean. That’s why I wear this cloth.”

The demon swallowed nervously, the angel immediately rubbing his back in response to the nerves.

“I’m not exactly sure how different my sight is from yours, but I know it’s not the same.”

That sparked the angel’s interest.

“It’s not the same?”

Kenshi nodded, “I wasn’t born with sight.”

Johnny looked at him confused. What did that have to do with the current sight he possessed?

“I’m told seeing the world in a monochromatic way isn't normal.”

There’s the difference.

“You see the world in one color? How do you know the difference between things then? I’m sorry for making you change out my jewelry, I hope that wasn’t-”

“Stop,” the angel shut his mouth in response to the sudden command, “You didn’t make me do anything. Changing your gold was my choice.”

The demon found himself resting his head into the other’s neck, embracing him while he explained his situation.

“Yes, I see the world in one color. That doesn’t necessarily mean it makes anything difficult for me. Of course there are some things I get mixed up with, but knowing the names of certain things and being able to tell the difference in shades makes it manageable.”

Johnny returned the affection, his wings moving forward slightly to shelter the two, something he liked to do to make them feel less vulnerable when giving attention to each other.

“So you don’t know what colors actually look like..?”

Kenshi cringed at the undertones of sadness in his angel’s voice.

“Unfortunately,” he sighed.

Johnny’s arms tightened around him, a silent wish that one day he would be able to see true color, of which would most likely be impossible.

With this new open wound of information, the two sulked in each other’s arms. Johnny couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly upset at the fact that Kenshi couldn’t actually see him in color. It felt selfish to feel beaten up about it, but he couldn’t help wanting to be seen, color and all. One of his favorite things about another being are their eyes, he couldn’t imagine not being able to tell the color of a person’s eyes. Which raised the question, why did he hate his eyes so much?

Sure, not being able to see color, Johnny too would hate his own eyes, but what does that have to do with the physical being of them?

Johnny spoke quietly, trying to convey his tone correctly, “What’s wrong with your eyes then..? Like, why do you cover them?”

He wanted so desperately to know, to see them. He didn’t care if they were considered ‘ugly’ or not. He was convinced they were beautiful, and needed to prove that fact. To whom? Himself. As well as Kenshi, if possible.

“I just don’t like the way they look. Am I not allowed to feel insecure about them?”

The fact that the demon asked the question so casually summoned a sour feeling in the angel’s chest.

“I’m not saying that at all,” Johnny loosened the embrace to look at his lover’s face, the demon leaning back with him, “I ‘m just curious is all.”

His hand caressed the side of his face, the tips of his fingers teasing to venture under the red cloth across his eyes. Seeing Kenshi didn’t pull away that time, he felt he could ask.

“Can I take it off?”

The question made Kenshi feel sick to his stomach.

He wanted to say yes, wanted to give his trust to his angel, show he didn’t care what he thought about him, but he hesitated a little too long for Johnny’s liking.

The angel backed away, his hand falling to his side, fully releasing the other.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t force it out of you. We can find something to do instead of me chewing your ear off about something you’re not comfortable with if you’d like.”

Kenshi’s hand reached out for the other, his words silently melting from his lips. He wanted to pull him back, show him his insecurity, allow him to see the ‘ugly’, but he couldn’t find the words at that moment. All he could do was comply with his angel.

He nodded hesitantly, following the angel across their half of the room.

As it got later, the two resorted to listening to the two angel’s they shared a room with. They had been bickering back and forth with each other for at least twenty minutes. It was entertaining sharing a room with two other angel’s, but sometimes it felt like there was too much room for eavesdropping. At that moment, the mixed pair didn’t really care about giving them their privacy. It was their fault for shouting so loud during the late hours. Or at least one of them was being loud.

When they had enough of listening to the other pair, Kenshi stood from the floor where he sat. Johnny stayed seated for a little longer, until he noticed Kenshi was growing nervous again.

He watched the other, confused on what the issue was. There were no upcoming events to be worried about, no family to meet, nothing big, and yet something was building a wall of nerves in the man’s body. It led the angel to believe that maybe his partner just had anxiety and it was normal for him. Maybe he just accidentally worked himself up about something he was thinking about?

“Hey, it’s okay,” he spoke quietly so as to not disturb the other more.

He watched the demon’s hands reach for his head, “Do you have a headache? Should I go find us drinks?”

The angel opened his mouth to ask another question, but stopped.

He was untying the cloth.

Johnny himself started to feel nervous, as if he forced this out of Kenshi. The mixed nerves made the demon hesitate temporarily.

“You don’t have to if you really don’t want Kenshi, I said it’s alright.”

Before Johnny could convince him to stop, the blindfold was already off.

Kenshi kept his eyes shut, the cloth resting in his palms.

“Kenshi,” Johnny moved in front of him, his hand grabbing hold of his shoulder, “Genuinely, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”

The want to know what his eyes looked like was overshadowed by the fear of making his lover uncomfortable. He tried to convince him it was fine, that he really didn’t need to know. Of course he wanted to, more than anything, but he clearly wasn't comfortable at the current moment, so why was he taking it off?

Kenshi, in his own world, slowly blinked. His eyes fluttered open, as if he was exposing his eyes for the first time.

A ghostly ‘woah’ left the angel’s mouth.

He was right.

His eyes were gorgeous.

The demon blinked a few more times, adjusting to the darkness of the room. It was slightly brighter than what he could see from under the cloth, but still dark nonetheless. His eyes moved at a snail’s pace, as if he wasn’t used to using them. The angel felt his face flush in amazement as his eyes found his.

He stared in awe. Brown against glowing blue. It was strange, but in the best way possible. He’d never seen a pair of eyes like his. Johnny’s hand left Kenshi’s shoulder, his fingers lightly dancing against the demon’s skin.

Without thinking, the demon found himself planting kisses across his angel’s face. Johnny smiled at the attention, but he wanted to look at his eyes a little longer. Sensing the eagerness of the angel, Kenshi pushed him back as he stalked forward. He could feel Johnny growing confused, yet pleased at the same time. Continuing his barrage of kisses, finally able to see his angel in proper shades and tones, Kenshi pushed him towards the bed. He figured it would be more comfortable for them both if they cuddled, that way Johnny could stare as long as he wanted. Johnny eventually picked up on the insisting actions and followed.

It was a tiny bit awkward trying to keep hold of the demon’s face, but Johnny did so anyway. While Kenshi laid on top of him, arm snaking behind, he relaxed. The weight of the other on him while being able to stare into his eyes, he was content. He felt safe.

The longer he stared into the demon’s eyes, the warmer he felt. Nothing else mattered in the moment. If the other two angels in the room were to be staring at them, he wouldn’t care. Kenshi’s eyes and presence was all Johnny cared about. He tried to figure out why they were such an insecurity for Kenshi. Given, the idea of having piercing baby blue eyes that glow ever so slightly probably isn’t very reassuring for anyone. It was understandable, but for Johnny it was difficult, considering he was in love with these eyes.

The entire time Johnny stared, Kenshi stared back. It was uncomfortable. Or at least it was until he realized Johnny relaxed. Johnny didn’t feel threatened by his stare. The comfort that settled in his core made him sleepy. Both of them began to lose grip of the eye contact, their eyes struggling to stay open. While Johnny fell asleep, Kenshi smiled.

His eyes comforted the angel.

They comforted him enough to send both of them right to sleep.

The next morning, Kenshi woke up first. It wasn’t unusual for the demon to rise earlier than the angel, but he didn’t hesitate getting out of bed to find his blindfold and tie it back around his face. The room was too bright for him, yet he wasn’t awake enough to tie the cloth properly. Ignoring the shitty tie job, Kenshi did as he usually would. He left the room as quietly as possible in an attempt to bring Johnny something to wake up to.

The demon liked to search for breakfast for his other half. Sometimes he came back empty handed, most times he came back with a small portion of something. Whether it was something Johnny liked or not was a hit or miss. This morning however, he came back with nothing.

He found himself dozing off on the floor. He sat beside the bed to not disturb the angel. As he dozed off for another hour or two, Johnny eventually woke up.

The angel smiled thinking about Kenshi’s trip to find him something. He always knew about the demon’s adventures in the morning, and loved when he came back regardless if he brought him anything or not, just seeing him in a new spot lets him know he tried.

What he also noticed was the terrible tie job of his blindfold. The angel huffed a laugh while freeing his arms from under him. He tried to avoid disturbing the demon’s dozing, but failed. As he finished tying the blindfold properly and probably making it more comfortable for his partner, Kenshi moved slowly to turn and look at him.

“Good morning,” Johnny smiled, his heart full of nothing but love for the man in front of him.

“Morning,” Kenshi mumbled while crawling back onto the bed now that Johnny was awake.

Johnny laughed as Kenshi got comfortable, his head burying into his neck as best as it could. It was clear the demon wasn’t ready to take on the day, so Johnny stayed put.

He could never turn down more cuddles, not when his lover was the one asking for it.

Some things to think about after reading:

Johnny likes to swap out his gold jewelry for his original copper ones when he's overwhelmed/uncomfortable. It's a source of comfort for him (weirdly enough) because it makes him feel like he doesn't stand out as much as the gold makes him.

Kenshi was born blind. He only has sight because of something his family did for him at a young age. (Spoilers for future ideas I have mhm mhm.)

If it wasn't clear already, Johnny shares a room with Kung Lao and Raiden. (I don't remember I mentioned that previously or not.)

I'm happy with the way this writing came out compared to the other ones :)) Hopefully you guys think so too. Anyways, here's some art for you guys !! A visual for the moment :))

Hopefully you enjoyed :))

Next writing I have planned is RaiLao focused, so if you enjoy those two then watch out for that one !

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sugamehhq · 3 months

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Worried For No Reason (Johnshi)

More Au writing :))

Having been left to himself to get situated in his new home, Johnny felt lost. His other half had decided to leave him with the angels instead of taking him to his family like he said he would. Kenshi had stayed with Johnny for a night before taking off back home the next morning. It was strange. Johnny barely had time to process his sudden fleeing. The demon woke up, planted a kiss on his forehead, then bolted for the door.

The two angels he shared his room with looked from the door, back to him, then to each other, as if to question if something was wrong. Johnny, barely knowing these two angels, gave them a glance. He hoped they understood nothing was wrong, at least not between them.

The angel was left alone that day.

When he woke up alone another morning, he began to consider heading to the other side. Sure, he was fine without the demon, but where did he storm off to, and why with such hurry in his steps?

As considered, Johnny took the day to venture off towards the demon’s territory.

He’d been in the area at least once or twice as a low rank, trying to find somewhere that didn’t give him the ick. Unfortunately, seeing certain types of demons at the time didn’t help his search for comfort.

The angel set foot in the warm area. The plain he entered was bare, nothing to be seen for miles. Not a single demon was marching. In a way it was worrying. Was he going to get ambushed? Did something happen to the demons? Should he fear for himself, or his lover’s kind?

Regardless, the angel moved forward.

He repeated this for a few days, one of these days going slightly different than the last.

“Hey pipsqueak,” a voice rang in the angel’s ears.

“Pipsqueak?” he questioned, looking around.

“Long time no see loverboy,” the voice laughed.

“Where are you?”

His question was answered when a blonde came crashing down beside him.

Sonya.

The angel’s feathers ruffled, startled.

“Relax, I’m not going to do anything to you,” Sonya dusted herself off before standing with her hand on her hip.

“You,” Johnny replied, almost in awe.

“Don’t stare too hard, Kenshi wouldn’t be too pleased.”

Johnny blinked a few times, his face flushing embarrassed.

“What’re you doing here anyways? I thought Kenshi was with you,” Sonya leaned forward.

The angel’s wings slightly covered his face, intimidated by her presence.

“He left a few days ago with no warning. I’ve been looking for him since.”

The demon raised a brow, “And you just can’t live without him huh.”

Johnny fully covered his face at this point. First he’s slapped in the face with the existence of Sonya, now he’s being teased by her about his partner.

“Can we go back to step one here, how are you not uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable? Why would I be uncomfortable?” Sonya stepped back, confused.

“You don’t remember-”

“If you’re about to bring up our past, yes I remember. However I think only YOU find this uncomfortable,” the blonde laughed, “I thought we had ended as good friends.”

“Right, yeah, friends,” Johnny internally face palmed.

His mind was short circuiting, suddenly being struck with casual conversation with his ex from years prior was not what he intended on doing this day. He just wanted to find his partner and get out.

“So I’m assuming you don’t know where he is then,” he sighed, revealing his burning face.

“Even if I did, I respect his wishes to be alone,” she crossed her arms, studying his face.

The confused expression he gave her was amusing.

“Yes I know where he is dumbass.”

The angel’s wings stretched while he awkwardly stood there, waiting for the demon to show him the way.

She hesitated, taking in his figure.

“Love the gold by the way,” she smiled.

To that, Johnny returned the smile.

He could tell she genuinely meant it, she was happy for him, and he loved it.

“He figured you’d come looking for him, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me leading the way,” she turned her back to the angel before taking off in a random direction.

“If he figured I’d come looking for him, then why didn’t he come back?”

Johnny was confused.

He could tell Kenshi was nervous about something despite their distance, but he couldn’t figure out what or why. The only assumption was about meeting his family, but even that he initially showed confidence. So what was the issue, and why didn’t he stick around for them to fix it together?

After a long walk down the plains of the higher up demon territory, Sonya paused outside of a small opening.

“He should be in here. He’s a little weird, so don’t mind the setting. I suggest you enter quietly as well, assuming he’s probably meditating or something weird like that. He does that sometimes.”

Meditation huh. In a strange cave-like area off the side of the higher up’s territory.

He really is an interesting guy.

The angel thanked the demon before slowly entering the cave. He wondered how it was comfortable in the area, seeing as he had to hunch slightly to walk in. To his surprise, the entrance opened up into a dimly lit room. His hand ran along the wall, feeling his way towards the center. He wasn’t sure where the light was coming from, but he followed it anyway. The angel paused briefly, attempting to map out in his mind how to approach the other if he was lost in thought. Before he could figure it out, his foot tripped over a loose rock on the floor.

A light blue glow snapped in his direction before quickly dissipating. He could hear shuffling a short distance ahead of him. Staying still, Johnny waited until it stopped. The angel started to consider turning to leave, but a voice, one he’s fond of, spoke out to him.

“Starlight,” the demon spoke quietly.

“That’s me,” Johnny replied, still unsure where to look.

“Come forward.”

He rubbed his eyes confused, as if he was to be seeing where to step, but he did as told.

To his surprise, he felt a hand around his calf.

“Sit.”

Johnny sat.

The two stayed quiet for longer than Johnny would’ve liked. He wanted answers, wanted to know what was wrong and how to fix it.

“Relax.”

“Is there something wrong?”

His response wasn’t intentional, he was just itching to get to the point.

Kenshi sighed, “Nothing serious. I just worked myself up thinking too hard. That’s all.”

“For several days straight?”

The demon stayed silent, looking for a way to respond.

“You’ve been anxious for days Kenshi,” Johnny mumbled slightly, his hand finding the other’s back.

Almost immediately, Kenshi’s shoulders relaxed at the touch of his mark. Johnny himself could feel the release of stress from the affection as well.

“You can talk to me, you know. There’s no reason for you to run and hide like this.”

“Habit, I guess,” the demon whispered, loud enough for the other to hear.

Johnny frowned at the statement, but understood. Getting used to having a genuine partner was truly strange.

He waited for Kenshi to tell him what the problem was, to see if it was something he could take into his own hands. When no response came, he leaned forward in an attempt to bring them closer.

Kenshi accepted the extra affection, enjoying what he should’ve had days prior. He began to regret running.

Several minutes felt like hours to Johnny. His urge to know was making him impatient, and Kenshi could tell. Feeling Johnny’s impatience was not mixing well with his nerves, he tried to express his thoughts.

“I’m worried you’ll have to prove yourself to my family,” his voice shook gently.

Johnny paused his messaging over the demon’s mark, allowing the nerves to creep back in.

“That’s what you’ve been anxious about?”

Kenshi nodded before realizing the angel couldn’t fully see him, “Yeah.”

To that, the angel laughed.

Kenshi was now the confused one. Why was that funny to him?

Johnny eventually resumed messaging the demon’s mark.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting them believe it or not.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Kenshi sat dumbfounded, but still nervous nonetheless. Without speaking, Johnny could tell the amount of concerns floating around his mind just by the silence that filled the small cave.

“If anything goes wrong, I will be right beside you. I doubt they’d throw you out-”

“It’s not about me getting released, it’s you.”

“Me?”

“I don’t want to be forced into burning-”

He choked on his words.

“I’m sure they’re not that harsh, are they?” Johnny tried to keep a positive view on the idea.

“You’d be surprised. I’ve seen it happen once or twice.”

Having expressed the main concern, Kenshi no longer wanted to speak on the matter. Johnny understood when his next few questions remained unanswered.

With some convincing, Johnny got Kenshi out of the small space. Kenshi followed the angel out of the demon’s territory and to the angel’s. He was led to Johnny’s shared room with the other angels.

“Looks like someone found his hellhound,” the other brown wing angel joked.

“Not funny Kung Lao,” the white wing pinched the other, earning a yelp.

Johnny smiled at the two before leading Kenshi to his side of the room.

It was decided the two would spend the rest of the day calming the demon’s nerves the best they could. The following morning they were to visit his family.

While Kenshi struggled to sleep throughout the night, Johnny slept comfortably having Kenshi by his side. The two got up and headed out the door, down to the demon’s territory.

“Lead the way doll,” the angel pulled Kenshi forward, urging him to walk.

Kenshi complied, but the nerves told Johnny how he didn’t want to.

What Kenshi wasn’t expecting when entering his family’s home, was the immediate praise Johnny received. Everyone was welcoming to him, no one gave him any dirty looks. In a way, it was only more off putting.

“Stay beside me,” his protective instincts kicked in finally.

“You don't have to tell me that,” Johnny laughed.

While walking the halls, Kenshi avoided contact with anyone he knew. His angel didn’t mind, but couldn’t help feeling a bit rude sprinting by the friendly faces of his partner’s family.

As they arrived, Kenshi threw open the door to the main room. Inside stood what Johnny could only assume was his mother and younger sister. Anyone else around was assumed to be aunts, uncles or some other distant relative.

“Forgive me for interrupting,” Kenshi began to speak, his voice a little too loud.

Johnny’s hand found its way to the demon’s mark again, an attempt to lower his voice.

The demon resumed his words, properly introducing his angel to his family.

Unexpectedly, everyone was okay with it.

Johnny smiled when Kenshi slouched forward, the stress in his energy fading away.

“I told you it would be fine,” his angel softly spoke over his shoulder.

“I suppose I should listen to you from now on huh,” the demon huffed.

“Damn right, it took you long enough to learn.”

Kenshi rolled his eyes. Sighing, he threw himself to his angel, brown feathers fighting against the weight of his figure.

“Sorry,” he whispered into his shoulder before releasing his grip and walking towards his mother.

Johnny regained his balance, and smiled watching the demon mingle with his loved ones.

Only then did it hit him that he was now a part of this family, and he would do anything to protect them.

Some things I didn't really get to in the writing:

Kenshi's used to being alone when he feels certain ways, so him running was to be alone with his thoughts. He expected Johnny to come look for him, so he wasn't completely guilty about sprinting to go home.

Johnny was accepted by Kenshi's family very quickly due to the fact of being seen/having spoken to parts of the family on his few days in and out of the demon's territory (unknowingly).

Sonya and Johnny had a relationship years prior to Johnshi becoming a thing. Johnny thought they ended on a weird note, so seeing Sonya for the first time in a while was off putting for him when she doesn't feel awkward talking to him at all. (They loved each other yes, but Sonya realized it wasn't what she truly wanted at the time. Having seen how he's been treated however, she brought him up to Kenshi in hopes it would pique his interest since she knows Johnny is a genuine and sweet guy deserving of someone who would love him to the ends of the earth.)

The light blue glow will be addressed in the next writing I'm to post :))

Sorry, these are kind of rushed sounding. I for some reason only work at ungodly hours of the night and I'm tired. Hopefully the next one will be a little better than these last few :))

I'm also sorry for if I accidentally write any characters out of character. I've only recently got into writing MK fics so my bad-

Anyway here's a Sonya design !! Drawn by my beloved @s-icarus-hofmann of course. All love goes to them for the art.

I hope you enjoyed :))

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Acknowledgement (Johnshi)

More writing for my Demons and Angels AU !

If you haven't read the first post about this AU, I suggest you do as this is a continuation of the first one :))

It hadn’t occurred to Kenshi how long it would take for the angel to recover from marking.

He’d been in the angel’s territory way longer than he should’ve been, but his newly claimed partner was first priority. A couple days had passed, Johnny’s leg relaxed enough for him to stand, but Kenshi insisted he take another day of rest. While the angel continued to rest, the demon provided food, water, and comfort. He never once left his side.

However, when the angel awoke, Kenshi sprung the idea of getting him acknowledged.

Johnny became visibly disturbed, “Can’t we just live here? We can find somewhere secluded, we don’t have to-”

“Johnny,” Kenshi sat in front of the angel, “I need you to be acknowledged.”

Johnny stared at Kenshi, once again wondering what laid behind that blindfold he always wore. His hand squeezed the other’s, making his fear known.

“Please..?”

The desperate tone of the demon’s voice was convincing, but it wasn’t convincing enough to get him off the ground.

“Can it wait a few days,” Johnny sighed, “I don’t think I could face anyone if I wanted to.”

Kenshi’s eyebrow raised in confusion.

“How come?”

Johnny hesitated. Has it not occurred to Kenshi that meeting the higher-ups meant potentially seeing faces he never wanted to see again? Does he not realize Johnny’s never set foot in that area of his territory?

“I feel disgusting,” was how his mind chose to reply.

Kenshi’s hand pulled away slightly causing Johnny to speak up.

“Not because of you, or us, just because,” his voice trailed off.

He wanted to say it to his partner’s face, but he couldn’t form the words to.

With their bond, Kenshi could sense the disturbance in Johnny’s mind. His hand found its way to the angel’s mark, gently massaging it to provide comfort.

“I get it,” he smiled, “just let me know when you’re ready.”

Johnny considered himself lucky. Having landed a partner so understanding and patient was more than he could’ve ever asked for.

While Johnny prepared himself to meet his higher-ups, Kenshi took the time to head back to his territory. When he arrived, he was interrogated immediately.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Where do you think I’ve been Sonya,” Kenshi growled, not bothered to talk to anyone of his kind.

“Someone’s moody,” she pressed further, “did something happen?”

Kenshi silently nodded while collecting some items. He was avoiding conversation as best as he could. As much as he loved Sonya as a friend, he didn’t want to trust anyone with the information of him claiming a low rank, brown winged, angel.

“I’m only here to finish a few things,” he turned to face the blonde, “I didn’t miss anything important did I?”

“No sir,” Sonya saluted playfully before laughing to herself.

Kenshi smiled in response to her energy. She always had a positive light to her. If it wasn’t for her very obvious demon features he would have mistaken her for an angel.

Having been left alone to tend to his duties, Kenshi thought about his situation. On one hand, it was relieving to know the angel was his, that he was able to secure him to a safe rank. On the other, he worried the angel would have to prove himself to his family, as well as the top demon, Sindel. He didn’t wish to put any unnecessary pressure on him, this leading him to consider Johnny’s words.

“Can’t we just live here?”

While it sounded nice to run away and not worry about anything else but each other, Kenshi was a family oriented man. If he never got the chance to bring Johnny to his family, to receive approval of his actions, he’d feel off. Johnny is a part of him now, which meant he needed to meet his family, at least in Kenshi’s mind, that’s how it’s supposed to be.

He soon realized he was jumping the gun a bit. First, they had to get Johnny acknowledged by the top angel, Liu Kang.

The day Johnny decided he was ready for his acknowledgement, Kenshi could tell.

The angel’s energy, of which is tied to Kenshi’s, was sour. Kenshi could tell he wanted to avoid it longer, but knew he had to get it over with. The second Kenshi set foot in angel territory, Johnny attached himself to him.

“It’ll be fine.”

“I know.”

Kenshi brushed his bangs out of his face before planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. He could feel the angel’s hand creeping up his back to rub at his mark, a silent attempt to comfort himself by easing Kenshi’s nerves. Noticing Johnny was trying his hardest to stall, Kenshi took his hand and started walking.

When the higher-ups area of land came into view, Kenshi could feel Johnny pulling back ever so slightly. The demon was determined to get this done, so he pulled him forward. The angel’s eyes quickly darted back and forth across the area, unsure of his surroundings. Feeling Johnny growing more uncomfortable with each step, the demon brought him to his side.

“Calm down,” he spoke quietly, “you’re worrying too much.”

“And you’re not?” Johnny bit back more aggressively than he would’ve liked.

“Of course I am,” the demon looked around, “I’m the one who’s not from here.”

The two must’ve looked suspicious as eyes started taking notice of their strange pace. Johnny could feel the burning eyes of angels trying to figure out who he was. While they didn’t recognize him, Johnny recognized a few faces, ones he would’ve preferred to never see again, just like he thought.

Kenshi must’ve realized, his hand holding Johnny’s a little tighter than before.

For Johnny, walking the halls of such a pure and beautiful structure felt wrong. He felt as if his footsteps dirtied the place, that his overall presence tainted its beauty. It felt wrong to be in a place such as this.

Having reached the main stage, Kenshi halted their steps.

His hand fidgeted with Johnny’s, discomfort becoming known.

Johnny looked at him confused.

“Shit,” the demon sighed.

The angel opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when an angel with their hair tied back entered the hall.

“Hello,” their voice was soft and comforting, “may I ask what you’re here for?”

It was strange, for Johnny at least. Hearing another angel speak with such proper tone and respect was off putting. His hand pulled at Kenshi’s, silently asking to leave.

“We’d like to speak with Lord Liu Kang, if that’s alright?”

The other angel smiled before gesturing forward.

The look of determination on Kenshi’s face was strong, as if he had something to prove. As the two approached the main room, their presence became known to Liu Kang. The white winged angel didn’t speak, he just observed. His face carried a polite smile as he watched Johnny kneel and Kenshi bow slightly.

“Excuse us for interrupting,” Kenshi started before looking back up at the higher-up, “is it alright to ask you a favor.”

If it wasn’t for the proper setting, Kenshi would’ve slapped himself. He sounded ridiculous at that moment.

Liu Kang nodded, still not saying a word.

Kenshi stared dumbfounded, but responded.

“My name is Kenshi Takahashi,” he grabbed Johnny’s arm and pulled him up to stand beside him.

The demon hesitated, his gaze falling to his partner beside him. He offered a soft squeeze to his arm in apology before finishing his statement.

“This is Johnathan Carlton.”

Johnny noticeably cringed at the use of his full name.

Liu Kang noticed his discomfort, but remained silent waiting for the demon’s request.

“I’ve spent plenty of time in your territory getting to know him. He’s sweet, caring, and a wonderful individual to be around. He is, was, a rank 12. I brought us here to request your acknowledgement of Johnny’s new position in rank.”

Kenshi was on autopilot. Normally he was fine with facing higher-ups, but this was different.

Beside Liu Kang stood his other half, whom Kenshi knew.

Kitana. The top demon’s daughter.

Having her there to listen to his proposal stirred his brain. He felt the need to prove his choice, prove his actions to be right.

What he wasn’t expecting to see was her smile in reply.

Only then did Liu Kang speak.

“Good for you, Johnny.”

And that was that.

Just as soon as things began, they ended.

Neither Kenshi or Johnny had time to process the approval of their bond. Liu Kang had his follower angels tend to Johnny, replacing his copper jewels with his newly earned gold ones. While they were occupied, Kenshi was left confused.

“So this is where you’ve been this whole time?”

Kitana’s voice rang throughout the room.

Kenshi quickly snapped out of his daze to nod.

“Mother was looking for you the other day,” the demoness laughed.

“She was?” Kenshi’s proper presentation began to slip.

“Yes, though I don’t believe it was of any importance.”

The demon sighed, so Sonya telling him he didn’t miss anything wasn’t completely a lie.

“I suggest when you head back you take the angel with you.”

“I planned to,” Kenshi bowed slightly.

“Good.”

With that, the demoness left to rest at her partner’s side once more.

When Johnny was released he looked uncomfortable. It was a strange change, but who was he to complain? Instead of his usual bronze jewels, his figure was adorned with a newly supplied gold set. He was told his original bronze was to be cleaned and stored in his room, of which he would learn about later.

“Well look at you,” Kenshi teased to lighten the mood, “all prettied up in gold.”

The angel huffed a laugh, unsure how to feel.

The demon reached towards him, silently asking for contact, of which Johnny complied.

“I’m not sure gold suits me,” he spoke into Kenshi’s shoulder.

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t.”

“It doesn’t do me justice.”

“Bullshit,” Kenshi ruffled his hair while tightening his embrace on the other.

Johnny rolled his eyes before melting into his partner.

“So what’s next?” the angel unintentionally asked, his nerves still blazing.

“Well,” Kenshi sighed, “next would be getting my family’s approval."

Right… His family’s approval.

Some information to consider:

Sonya and Kenshi are best friends in this AU.

Liu Kang and Kitana are seen as very intimidating individuals. Most people don't know they're probably the sweetest people to ask approval of.

Acknowledgement is basically just bringing attention to the fact someone's rank has changed. It's not required, but for Johnny's sake and Kenshi's peace of mind, Kenshi required it of him.

Lower ranks and higher ranks barely know one another. Liu kang might be the ruler of the angels, but he doesn't know who Johnny is, hence why Kenshi introduced him the way he did.

Johnny is uncomfortable of the use of his full name. Due to his background, his full name gives him an ick, so he prefers to be called Johnny. It's similar to his given name since he does like his name, but it's different enough to be different from his given name.

Idk if I said it or made it clear enough in my writings, but marking another person results in your energies being tied together. Whatever you feel your partner feels. If you're both feeling nervous then the feeling is amplified since there is two of you. Kenshi and Johnny, when walking through the halls of the higher-up's residence, looked suspicious for the fact they shared intense nerves in the moment. Kenshi is just better at masking it and tried his best to keep himself calm to not overwhelm Johnny more than he already was.

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Anyway, that's all for now :))

As usual I've written this at ungodly hours of the night, so forgive me if anything sounds wacky.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed :))

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His Angel (Johnshi)

Quick things before you indulge;

This is an au I've started working on where these characters are placed in a world of demons and angels. For this specific story part, a process known as "marking" or "claiming" is done.

In the realm of demons and angels there are rankings. The higher your rank, the more privileged you are. Anyone who falls in the 7-12 range are not lucky people. The only way to climb in the ranks is either by someone above you dies, or by a higher up claiming you as their own (with consent). The marking/claiming process can never be done without consent. An action of consent is required to begin the process.

In Johnny's case, he was born a rank 12. Being a rank 12 means he's been treated poorly most of his life. Of which leads me to say CW/TW for mentions of Sexual Harassment/Sexual Assault. Please stay safe!

(Art is included at the end for visuals :] )

“Remind me why you’re here again,” Johnny stated, avoiding Kenshi’s gaze.

The demon was a little confused by the sudden request, but complied, “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Right,” the angel fidgeted with his fingers, “and why is that?”

Kenshi sighed, “I’ve told you already. I enjoy your company, you’re comforting to be around.”

He paused before asking a question, “Do you not enjoy our time together?”

The angel’s brows furrowed as he searched for an answer.

“Would you prefer I leave?”

“No,” Johnny replied quickly, “I’m just confused is all.”

Kenshi raised an eyebrow before placing himself by the angel’s side. His hand gently took Johnny’s, the other’s small wings moving to cover his face.

“If I may ask,” the demon spoke softly, “what’s confusing you?”

Johnny hesitated, his hand accepting the demon’s touch while he thought how to word his concern.

“Who told you about me?”

His voice was gentle, but rough enough to get the point across. He felt this wasn’t genuine. That Kenshi was sent to keep watch over him for something worse, that there were no real feelings. The fear in his mind was making it hard to see the truth. Johnny was aware there was some connection. The demon had spent months visiting, doing everything he could to protect his lower rank self, showing him respect, bringing him gifts, and yet there was still the strong feeling of it being too good to be true.

“I’m not sure I’m following.”

“If you’re just here to use my body for satisfaction, then use me. There’s no need to butter me up for months if that’s all you want.”

Kenshi’s heart hurt knowing that thought has been stuck in the other’s mind for months, yet all he could do was repeat the same thing over and over, hoping one of these days it would get through that horrid road block in the angel’s mind. He found himself standing in front of Johnny, gently pulling his feathers from his face, revealing an expression of fear yet acceptance.

“Starlight, look at me,” the demon placed his hand against the other’s cheek, “there’s no need to be afraid of me.”

Johnny’s lower lip twitched as he fought back tears.

“You know that, and I know you’ve been through a lot, but please don’t be afraid of me,” Kenshi wiped the singular tear that fell, “I’d rather die than ever think of hurting you in such ways.”

The angel’s hand shakily met the demon’s wrist. His eyes closed, allowing the tears to fall.

So Kenshi continued, “A close friend of mine told me about you, how you’re a good person, that you don’t deserve what you’ve been through, so I came to see for myself. I started spending more time here than in my own territory. It occurred to me that you really are something special.”

The demon hesitated, his words feeling way too corny for himself, but he chose to keep speaking his mind.

“I grew fond of you. I’ve wanted nothing more than to bring you up from this hellhole, not only because it’s the right thing to do, but because I truly fell in love with you, and I want you to see that. So, over the last few months, I’ve tried my best to prove myself to you. I’ve brought you things I thought you’d enjoy. I respect your wishes. I avoided anything you disliked. I wanted to make you feel safe and give you a safe space. I’ve grown territorial of you. I want to protect you. I-”

The demon’s mind went blank. He had so much more to say, but couldn’t figure out how to word it. It sunk in that he admitted to the fact of wanting to claim the angel, take him as his lover. His mouth hung open, slight nerves settling in his gut as he waited for a slap in the face, assuming the angel would think he was crazy.

How many people have told him the same thing, only to turn around and hurt him for no reason at all? What he did just now, he was probably no better than the other disgusting demons that tried to get a taste of Johnny.

A laugh entered the air, a song the demon would kill for just to hear again.

“You’re so blunt,” Johnny laughed.

Kenshi’s face relaxed, assuming he didn’t mess up his words.

“Not blunt, honest.”

Johnny pulled Kenshi’s hand away from his face, squeezing it in his other hand. He admired the claws of the demon, the color of his skin, how rough yet soft his touch felt, the jewelry that adorned his arm. His eyes trailed up to his shoulder, chest, opposite arm, back to his chest, to his feet, and finally up to his blindfolded eyes. Kenshi stood still, his posture stiff in fear he was presenting himself wrong, which earned another laugh out of the angel.

“You’re trying too hard for someone like me,” Johnny smiled, wondering what his eyes looked like under the cloth.

“I beg to differ,” Kenshi sighed while relaxing his shoulders.

Johnny continued to laugh at the demon. Even if it was to make fun of him, Kenshi enjoyed the sound.

“So, run that by me again,” Johnny spoke, “what’s this about love?”

The demon’s tail twitched nervously, but he obeyed, “I said I fell in love with you.”

“Right,” the angel leaned closer to the other, his voice softening, “and what did you say you wanted to do?”

“Bring you up from this hellhole,” Kenshi replied automatically.

Johnny smiled, taking in Kenshi’s features once more.

He really did love this demon. So why should he feel guilty about this? Kenshi himself just stated he loves him, but that word doesn’t mean anything when you’ve been told all your life how loved and beautiful you are, only to be used and thrown around like a damn toy.

Even still, Johnny followed his heart. The angel planted a soft kiss on the demon’s cheek. A silent way of inviting the demon into his heart.

Kenshi was hesitant, his heart grew louder, his tail swishing slowly behind him. Was he really allowing him into his life? Was all his hard work finally paying off?

“Johnny,” Kenshi whispered in awe.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure?”

The angel froze. Did he mess something up?

“I-I mean are you okay with me. Are you sure you’re okay with it being me?”

“Kenshi,” the angel placed another kiss on his face, “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

The demon’s lips broke into a smile, his heart pounded in his ears. He could only imagine how stupid he looked at that moment. His head fell against Johnny’s shoulder, his arms embracing him.

“You do know it’ll hurt like hell, right?”

Johnny sighed, “I’m sure I’ve felt worse.”

Kenshi cringed at the statement. Both for what it implied as well as the idea Johnny might be overlooking how painful a marking for them would be. Regardless, if Johnny was okay with it then he’d gladly deliver.

The demon lifted his head, taking the angel’s face in his palms. His lips found the other’s, testing the waters. He gave Johnny the opportunity to back out, but the angel returned the kiss.

His left hand gently trailed its way down to Johnny’s right hip, where his initial “12” mark was exposed. As if staged, Johnny’s left hand found its way to Kenshi’s exposed back, his finger tips grazing over the demon’s “3” mark. With a consenting kiss and connected marks, their palms began to glow, signaling the start of the marking process.

The two stood together, hands grasping at each other’s marks. It took about a minute for the pain to creep into the angel’s muscles. A burning sensation ran down his thigh to his knee. While Kenshi remained unphased, Johnny’s leg started to shake lightly.

Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his head against Kenshi’s shoulder, a hesitant growl resonated from his throat in response to the pain. As another agonizing minute passed, his knee started to give out, the only thing keeping him from falling over being Kenshi’s hold on his hip.

“Use your other hand,” Kenshi spoke, his voice ever so slightly shaking, “you can hold my arm.”

Without thinking, Johnny did as told, his right hand finding Kenshi’s upper arm. His fingers dug into the underside of his arm. The pain from his hip spread to his side creating a combined feeling of a horrific side stitch alongside a massive leg cramp.

In an attempt to mask the pain for the other, Kenshi returned to his prior position in providing a kiss. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Johnny to pull away again. He tried to speak, but the pain took his breath away, though Kenshi could tell what he was trying to say.

“You’re alright,” Kenshi sighed in an attempt to combat his own aches, “I’ve got you.”

The angel rested his forehead against the demon’s in an attempt for comfort. Having been in immense pain for about three minutes, all he could do was stand there and listen to the other’s calming words until the pain subsided.

After an agonizing four and a half minutes, the pain started to dissipate. Johnny’s body collapsed on itself, all his energy had been used connecting his energy to Kenshi’s. The demon’s hands immediately moved to embrace the other, guiding him to the ground safely. While the process was draining for both of them, it wasn’t nearly as bad for Kenshi as it was for Johnny.

The angel struggled to keep his eyes open, fatigue catching up with him almost instantly. As his eyes closed, Kenshi laid him on the ground comfortably so he could rest.

As much as Kenshi would’ve loved to take a nap as well, he dedicated himself to staying by his partner’s side, keeping watch for any suspicious higher ups. Fatigue wouldn’t stop him from protecting the angel at all costs.

As the angel opened his eyes, he felt disoriented, like his world was on a tilt. He blinked a few times trying to take in his surroundings, to understand where he was and what happened. He felt a sense of fear being unsure of where he was or who was around him, but that slowly ceased as his mind registered the gentle messaging of his hip.

Kenshi had found himself instinctively brushing over the mark on Johnny’s hip, a way of comforting the other. He wasn’t sure how much it actually helped, but he did it anyway. The demon waited for a bit to eventually speak.

“How do you feel?”

Johnny hummed in response, still tired.

“Is this helping?”

The angel nodded, the comfort he felt from the other’s touch kept him from seeing the world upside down. Kenshi huffed in response, acknowledging the silent request to keep at it.

As Johnny slipped in and out of sleep, Kenshi grew tired. He too wanted to rest from prior events. The next time Johnny opened his eyes, Kenshi asked if he could move them to somewhere more secluded.

“Can you stand?” Kenshi asked while helping the other sit up.

“Mm, doubt it,” Johnny shook his head, barely able to lift himself up from the ground originally.

It was a little worrying the effect marking the angel had, but Kenshi pushed his concern aside in favor of picking the other up. He lifted Johnny into his arms, noticing his leg was still stiff, he quickly moved to somewhere more hidden, somewhere that he wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to his angel.

It didn’t take long for the demon to join the other on the ground. Without any sort of bed, the floor was just barely tolerable, but for a fatigued pair such as them, it was the comfiest thing in the world.

Having been newly bonded, Johnny joining Kenshi in being a rank 3, the two settled for cuddling each other for a while. They’ll save rank discussion and their future for a later date.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was the fact that Kenshi’s goal was met. He had saved him.

His angel.

Some extra details to think about:

Markings hurt for every pair that consents to one. For Johnshi their marking is the most painful one of the list of character's I have.

Pain of markings is basically like a cramp in your muscle.

Receivers' markings can be found in three places: Their hip, cheeks, or their necks.

Givers markings can be found in three places: Their back, chest, or stomach.

Markings are extremely draining, specifically if the rank distance is large like Johnshi's was. (Johnny had to sit through four and a half minutes of burning pain as his mark switched through the nine stages of ranks before ending at Kenshi's rank 3.)

When bonded with another being, your energies are tied to one another. You can feel what the other feels, comfort them by touching their mark, and overall, just feel closer to your other half.

Angels and Demons all have three types: Angels can have white wings, brown wings, or black wings. Demons can have spiked wings, pinched wings, or rounded wings. (There's more to this, but I don't want to make this too long.) Johnny is a lower-ranking brown wing while Kenshi is a higher-ranking spiked wing.

Ranks also determines the kind of jewelry a person would own. Kenshi's on the higher end, so he possesses golds. Johnny originally being the lowest rank of 12, he possessed bronze.

Kenshi's whole goal in this au was to bring Johnny up from a rank 12 to a rank 3 to keep him safe, of which clearly, he won.

Here's some art to give you an idea of what this looks like :))

@s-icarus-hofmann designed their outfits ! Everyone thank them for the help :))

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

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sugamehhq · 5 months

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His Smile

[Johnny's POV]

Waking up this morning felt like a dream. Having opened my eyes to my future laying beside me, nothing felt real.

Of course I've been through the process of a wedding, so I knew how to go about planning. The outfits, the theme, the place, everything was in my hands, and I wanted it to be perfect.

The morning started smoothly. Cuddles, kisses, and good mornings were shared. We had a few hours before our friends were to arrive. They were to help us get ready, you know, to 'not see each other's outfits' and all.

The closer it got to the time, the more nervous we both felt. I knew it would be fine, everything was planned out the way it should be. My fiance on the other hand had no reassurance to his worries.

He worried as if the whole thing was a performance. Hell, I'd say he was more worried than I usually get before a big shoot. Having paused his own preparations, I took the chance to tell him it was all taken care of. How there was nothing to worry about, our friends and I would make sure of it.

That all he needed to do was be himself.

A comforting hug, gentle kisses, some joking around, and he was able to get himself back in the groove.

Watching him was one of my favorite things.

Knowing this is what I'll have for the rest of my life made it even better.

Admittedly, when it came down to the dressing and being separated from each other, I began to worry a bit myself. Embarrassing if you ask me, but my best man understood my reasons. He was always one to turn down comforting someone with an apathetic joke, but I guess he had some heart for 'my special day'.

I worried about the strength of our relationship, if this would really last, or if I was just setting myself up to lose it all again.

It didn't take long for me to understand that he was different. He is the source of my comfort, the one that keeps me grounded. He doesn't know it, but he does a lot for this obnoxious movie star.

How he ended up choosing me, I had no idea, but who am I to complain. I wouldn't trade him for the world.

The entire ceremony as it stands is a complete blur to me. The only thing I remember was his face. How he smiled. He looked content, like he was proud of his choice.

It reassured me that he felt the same way I did.

We stood in the middle of a grand room. Everyone else had cleared the floor, allowing only us to occupy it. Some people watched, some turned away. I took his hand and pulled him close to me, leaving little to no space between us.

I guess it just took a while to hit me, but halfway through our 'dance' I suppose you'd call it, I started to cry. There was no reason to, but I did anyway.

Fortunately, my face was hidden against his shoulder. I hoped he wouldn't ask, knowing him he'd laugh at whatever I had to say, but I love his laugh, so maybe it was okay.

It took some time for him to say anything. He only spoke when I shook under his arms, my tears staining his expensive outfit.

His hand planted itself against my head, gently combing through my hair. He made sure to speak quietly to not draw attention, which I appreciated, though it’s not like you could hear through the loud music anyway.

"Why the tears..?"

I hesitated to respond. My mind searched for any cohesive thought, something to give him an answer.

"I don't deserve you," was the first thing I could think of.

As expected, a soft laugh escaped his lips.

God I love that sound.

I felt his grip tighten slightly around my waist, our bodies swaying together gently.

"You deserve more than you think," he sighed over my shoulder.

It probably looked stupid the way I held him, but I couldn't help it. I latched onto him, as if he would drift away from me if I dared to let go. I didn't care.

Despite being someone who appears clueless, he really does know what to say.

My voice melted into a river of things I love about him, everything that I felt was too extravagant for someone like me. He hummed in response to every ridiculous compliment I threw at him.

Except they weren't ridiculous, because they were true.

His smile is everything to me, the way his voice sounds, every little thing I could think of about him had left my mouth.

And he just hummed in response.

As the song ended, my tears continued.

He pulled us apart to join our foreheads together. His hands holding my face, they began working to wipe the tears away.

"There's no need to cry..."

But there is.

I need him to know how I feel.

I need him to know I'm happy.

I want him to know he means the world to me, and always will.

It took some time for the tears to subside. When they did I was greeted with a clear view of his perfect smile. It was one of those smiles that looked sad, but was reassuring.

We made our way back to the main table, one that consisted of only us and a few friends. They congratulated us for the millionth time that day, of which we happily thanked them.

When it came down to the party subsiding and people heading home, we made sure to thank every person individually for coming. Traveling from one realm to another just for us? It really shows a lot about these people. It shows they really care.

Soon enough, we were left alone. My now husband tugged at my sleeve, my attention falling to him. Something about the way he latched onto me hurt. I could tell he was waiting all day for everyone to leave just so he could appear vulnerable.

I know it's a bit dramatic, but the adrenaline of the night had started to wear off, so we found our way to the floor.

It was off putting to hear him begin to tell me everything he loved about me, his voice shaking.

I froze in that moment, his arms locking me in place. Everything he said went in one ear and out the other, but I heard it, even if it was for only a split second.

I wrapped my arms around him in return, my eyes filling with tears again as he shared his thoughts with me. Even if it was annoying to cry more that night, I happily accepted his tears. I love it when he shows me how he really feels.

We didn't stay there long, given it was getting pretty late. It was strange to head home after all that happened. Strange to know that the man in front of me was now mine, forever. He's my future, my everything, and again I wouldn't change it for the world.

I let him in the house first, as a gentleman would, and followed right behind him. He stood and waited for me to grab his hand, despite being able to see with Sento in the other.

The way he stared when I locked our fingers together.

That perfect smile.

I smiled back before dragging him to the kitchen, some late-night wine never hurt anybody.

He let go of my hand while telling me he wanted to go change into something comfier, which was understandable, having been wearing a more complex suit than he's used to all day. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before bolting off to the bedroom.

A wine glass was placed on the island in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for him to come back. I stood against the counter swirling the scarlet liquid in my own glass.

I wanted to reflect on the day, run it by myself again, to make sure everything was 100% perfect. Though I guess it had to wait seeing as he had returned from the bedroom.

He came back empty handed, Sento left on its stand in the other room. He had the place memorized, so being completely in the dark didn't phase him.

We stayed silent for a while, occasionally sipping our glasses. He sat at the island, head hanging low, but a gentle smile remained. I hadn't realized I was staring until he asked me if there was a problem.

There were no problems. In fact, everything was as it should be, though I hadn’t said it outloud, leaving him to wonder what the ‘problem’ was.

Before his smile could dissipate, I spoke up,

“I’m admiring.”

He froze, his smile forming into a laugh,

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I not allowed to appreciate what’s mine forever and always?”

“You are,” he swirled his glass gently, “but, don’t you think you might get tired of doing it so frequently?”

“Not at all.”

Having downed the rest of my drink, I placed the glass in the sink behind me. The dishes could wait until tomorrow.

I watched his smile widen as he listened to my footsteps, my hands finding their way around his waist. While I placed a few kisses along his neck, a gentle shiver rattled his body. His hand found its way to my face pulling us into a soft, and much needed kiss.

He always made sure his touch was gentle.

I always found it ironic how much he’s softened up since the first time we met. Being bumped up to husband status wasn’t so bad.

Kiss out of the way, I offered the idea of heading to bed, of which he happily agreed. He held my hand as I led the way, my thumb instinctually caressing his fingers.

While he got comfortable under the covers, I changed out of formal attire and into some comfy clothes. He laid there with his arms open, waiting for me to take my place. Usually I’d have to fight my way into his arms, but I guess he was in an affectionate mood after today’s events.

My point was proven as his arms wrapped around me, a light kiss pressed to my forehead.

“You’re oddly affectionate tonight,”

“Am I not supposed to be?”

He sounded confused, as if I meant it as a bad thing.

“No, no, it’s just- You should do it more often,”

He huffed a quiet laugh, his arms tightening around me,

“Maybe I will.”

And that’s all I needed to hear.

The next morning I woke up to a cold bed. The body that was once beside me was no longer present. I started to consider the whole wedding as a dream.

“Good morning,”

Or not.

A noise of protest left my mouth as I rolled over onto my stomach. Never will I ever be a morning person.

My husband made his way to the side of the bed, Sento in one hand, the other coming to comb through my messy hair. His touch was comforting, my eyes threatening to drift back into slumber.

“Breakfast is waiting for you out in the kitchen,”

I mumbled in response, not entirely making words, but a good enough response to let him know I heard him.

Having thought he would’ve gotten tired of staring at me, I stayed still. A few minutes pass and he’s still combing through my hair. At that point, I didn’t even need to comb it myself.

My eyes adjusted to the morning sun pouring through the window. Blinking a few more times, I looked up at the silhouette in front of me.

My husband, an incredible person full of nothing but love, staring down at me, the warm light outlining his figure. I studied the visual before me, taking in all that I could before it could leave.

But it never left.

It stayed until I was ready to get up.

He never moved.

He sat content along the side of the bed, watching me with the limited sight he was given.

No words were exchanged, just a gentle intertwining of our fingers.

I looked from our hands to his face.

And there it was.

His perfect smile.

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Apologies if it sounds a bit rushed towards the end. I had a lot more planned for this writing, but nothing came out as I had hoped. HOWEVER, I like it enough to share with you all. Hopefully you enjoyed :))

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sugamehhq · 5 months

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I haven’t been sleeping properly so I am literally insane in the head right now but hear me out ok

Not only does Kenshi step in to save Johnny’s life, he does it at the expense of his… everything. Without any hesitation. His goal is incomplete; he’s still got no credibility to his family because he doesn’t have Sento, his clan is still back in Japan leading lives he doesn’t want them to lead

But it’s worth it. Kenshi would die for this man. He wants his boyfriend to be okay, breathing, alive, and uninjured

When it turns out that whoever winds up being Mileena’s victim would have their eyes gouged out? Johnny Cage won’t have to explain a grievous injury to Hollywood, and he won’t have to worry about getting dropped from studios because of his blindness. Kenshi Takahashi will have the difficulty of his mission of freeing the Taira turned up to 1000%

And even though this has happened!!!! Kenshi doesn’t direct any resentment toward saving Johnny and having this plan ruined (partially because with Sento, he can still see a bit but SHHHH). In those moments after Shang Tsung’s lab you just see him walking with his hand on Johnny’s shoulder and trying to adjust to his new predicament. He only tells them that he’d be a burden, and when he’s dragged out he’s willing to do all he can to be helpful. Nothing about regretting the choice he made and I just [Tumblr user clamityganon is heard sobbing into his pillow]

What is my point with this? Not much. Only that Kenshi, who seems like his sole goal was to bring himself and his family back to the light, found a new light in his relationships in the canon MK1 story, not once making a comment about how being blinded sucks total ass. He continuously kinda silently pushes on with the fact that whatever happened was all worth it. Guys. Do you see this. The real Mortal Kombat was the friends they ma— [I am sedated]

#he drives me insane #johnshi #kenshi takahashi #mk1

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sugamehhq · 5 months

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"I'm Sorry. / For what?"

[Johnny’s POV]

When he asked me to talk to him while he showered, I was slightly confused. Given, he hadn't said it verbally, I still followed like a dog on a leash. I've learned when it's hard for him to speak his mind, he lets me in, tells me without letting it out for anyone else to hear. Him not being surprised I followed gave me the reassurance I wasn't just hearing things. It was strange, today, that is. I've been watching him closely the past few days, all of which progressively got more and more worrying. He seemed dissociated, like nothing he did was registering in his mind. Of course, I've tried to talk to him about it, but he dismissed my concern. He's a closed guy when it comes to himself, I don't mind that, but I itch to know what's on his mind. The times he lets me in, tells me things he wouldn't say out loud, it's quiet. Way too quiet. For someone who appears confused and detached from reality, his mind is silent. It scares me.

It took him ten minutes to even get the shower going. I sat silently, waiting for him to ask for help, but he didn't. Not even mentally. His hands gripped the marble counter, his head hung low, he looked tired and lost. I wanted to help, I really did, but he never let me. I mean sure, he's been vulnerable around me, but he's never actually searched for my comfort, my aid. He feels it's just pity, something he can't rely on, he's afraid to try. I get it, really. I respect his way of doing things. That's why I sat there, only moving when he asked for my help, which never came.

Behind the curtain I sat, silent, trying to think of something to say. What made it hard was my want to confront him about his empty mind. It bothered me. A soft and confused call of my name took my attention before I could accidentally speak my mind.

I talked about the last movie I watched. A few hours prior to him entering my humble abode, I had watched a movie, nothing special, but interesting enough for me to pick apart and describe, to give him something to think about in that desolate mind of his.

Usually his showers are short and to the point. I hadn't realized how long we'd been sitting there until I finished summarizing every scene of the movie I could remember.

At some point, he stopped responding. I was unaware, having been caught up in overanalyzing each scene, explaining every detail I could. I gently spoke, his name leaving my lips like a question I didn't know the answer to. It felt like time stopped, like I was unable to proceed, to know if he's even alive in there. My hand reached for the curtain slowly, to offer my hand.

There was no response to any of my actions. The splattering of the water raining from the shower head spoke back, not him. There was a change in how it landed on the floor. I called for him one more time, begging for a response.

Every time he gets in my head, it catches me off guard. What I heard wasn't exactly clear, but I heard enough to respond. I had asked him through my thoughts if he needed my help. For the first time in days, he said yes. Nothing more was said, and frankly nothing more needed to be said. I stood from my spot behind the curtain and stepped to the other side.

I'm not fond of wet clothing sticking to my skin, but for him, I'm willing to put my comfort aside.

The shower was a lot smaller than I'd like, given I had just moved into this new place, had to find something new after losing it all right? I started saving up to get this bathroom redone, maybe get a fancier shower, but that's besides the point.

The water had turned cold, and he just stood there, hugging himself. Admittedly, it was strange, but who am I to judge.

I asked him what he needed help with, what I could do for him, but he didn't respond. His face said enough.

I wasn't exactly sure what to do or what to say to him. My hand moved on its own in a poor attempt to shield him from the cold of the shower, hovering just barely over his shoulder. He didn't move. It felt awkward, I won't lie.

The moment his face contorted, pain making itself known, I brought him towards me. He was tense against my shoulder, his hands clinging to his arms. I still never had my answer to what this was about, he never told me. I know he's in some sort of pain, but how am I supposed to help when I don't even know what's bothering him? Was it his eyes? Does he just have a horrible headache? Is it-

My thoughts stopped the second he entered my mind. Everything I was thinking was shoved out, his thoughts pouring in. I felt my body tense as I heard everything. There was no clear answer. For once his mind was louder than mine.

In my own way, I would call it a headache, but maybe that's because my head began to pound trying to understand what was wrong.

I tried to break through the mess with my own loud thoughts, fortunately they were louder than his. The battle in our shared mind continued, but his arms relaxed enough to wrap around my shoulders.

At some point I'd lost control of what to do, my body just kind of planted there for him to seek comfort in. This part began to blur together for me. The only part that made it through was the fact that I had started crying. My body didn't move, and yet my eyes cried. I didn't get it, I wish I didn't get it.

My eyes cried the tears he couldn't.

He shared his thoughts with me, how he felt, so I could cry for him.

What a horrible thing to be aware of.

I remember his body shaking against mine, how he sounded like he was the one crying, but he wasn't.

It was a strange connection, yet disconnection. His tears, my eyes. It was wild, to say the least.

Having touched my face in response to these tears, I leaned forward just enough to turn the shower off. It gave way to the sound of his shallow breaths. My hand returned to him, to provide warmth after being pelted with the cold for way too long.

I wanted to get him out of there, to give him clothes to dress himself, but he didn't move when I tried. Pulling him slightly in any direction blurred my eyes with more tears. I took that as his way of telling me to just stay there with him, to not leave him by himself. Losing contact with me was the last thing he needed at that point in time.

If you asked me how long we stood there, I wouldn't be able to give you a time. My legs were numb from not moving, and his skin was relatively dry. The shaking against my chest had stopped, but the pain of racing thoughts was still in the back of my mind. The first word he said out loud after entering this room was a raspy, "sorry," before he cleared his throat.

It hurt to hear him say that. There was no reason for it, yet he still felt the need to say it. I hated that.

He hesitantly let go of me, hands going to find their way back to his own arms. Before he could hug himself, I took his hands, his fingers ever so slightly shaking as if he was trying to hide it.

He kept his face angled down, avoiding my eyes. He hated it when I stared at him, especially in times like this. It always felt like pity to him. Even if he couldn't see my face, he could always feel it, my gaze.

My thumbs brushed over his tattooed knuckles. I tried to tell him there was no need for apologies, no reason to hide anything, he was allowed to be vulnerable here, as much as he hates it.

I watched his lip twitch before my sight was clouded again with his tears. I had assumed he kept doing this to show he appreciated my words without actually telling me. To let me know how he felt since it's so hard to tell me himself. Yet at the same time, that's exactly what he was apologizing for. For telling me, showing me, how he felt.

It became clear when he pulled away from my grasp, uttering a quiet "sorry," once more.

He stepped out of the shower and into the main area of the bathroom, quickly finding the clothes he left on the counter. Once dressed, he held his hand out for me to take. I took it, of course, and allowed him to lead me to my bedroom.

I don't know why he did it, but with little time in between actions, he grabbed Sento and began searching for clothes in my closet. I completely forgot about my clothes being damp until he placed the newly found clothes on the bed and told me to strip. Instinctively I wanted to make a joke out of it, but reading the room made me aware that wasn't the right response.

He turned his back to me, gently placing Sento on the stand I had for it on the dresser. I wanted to question him, to ask if he was alright, but instead I kept it to myself and followed his orders.

Now newly dressed, I found myself behind him, my arms snaking around his waist. He flinched slightly at the sudden contact, but found himself melting into it as always.

What bothered me about it was the fact he didn't smile.

He always smiled when I did that.

My own smile faded as quick as it had appeared.

His hand pinched the bridge of his nose, almost in frustration it seemed. I opened my mouth to question, but he spoke first.

"I'm sorry," was all he said.

Again with this horrid word.

I wished he'd stop saying it.

There was no need for such a phrase.

"For what," is all I replied.

I wanted to let him talk on his own, to not bombard him with my concerns, of which he knew I had.

It took him a few minutes before finally telling me the truth.

Finally I had an answer.

And finally, I knew how to help him.

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There is no full context, it's up for interpretation :)) Just wanted to write something between these two and this happened.

Avoiding the use of their names was a style choice!

Hopefully you enjoyed :))

#mk1 #johnshi #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnny x kenshi #kencage #sugameh's fic archive #short story #they drive me insane

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