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project-ohagi · 4 years

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader {Fantasy AU}

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Crimson.

A most enchanting crimson. That was the sight awaiting your rest-deprived eyes, as they dipped in and out of the mountain springs connecting the queendom of the faeries to this mortal coil. Had you happened upon a particularly beautiful fairy, or were you perhaps still dreaming? There were so many emotions swimming amid those starry pools...anger, mystification, irritation, suspicion, even a hint of nervosity. But only a hint. It was innocent, it was vulnerable, and it certainly didn't match what he chose to display. Actually, it reminded of the children who made merry in the castle's courtyard; the ones who weaved flowers into crowns and were excited for you to read to them tales of faraway lands, of dragons and masters, of mages and knights.

Well, if this man who knelt before you belonged to the plane of reality, and wasn't a tempting illusion...might you have been transported into one such tale? You reached out a hand, almost unwittingly, to ghost your fingers across his skin. It was pale and smooth. He made no effort to cease your actions, instead watching, as if an astral projection, as your fingers wandered the entirety of his face. His nose scrunched in mock disgust, lips silently begging to be claimed.

How could a seemingly small and fragile woman incite such a fierce reaction within him? He didn't understand, but he wanted to.

And then, a seraphic voice called, to snap him from a pleasant reverie. It took a few seconds to realise that you were its origin. "Um...my apologies - I must be disturbing you! B-But...may I ask...where exactly am I?"

"...My land." He grunted, after some careful consideration.

Was your ignorance genuine, or a mere deception? No-one arrived at Bakugou's territory without the intention to usurp him, or to slaughter him alongside the countless dragons who inhabited the land. But...would a frail-looking girl be selected for such a dangerous task? It was unlikely - though the possibility couldn't be discounted, for safety's sake.

"Your land? Are you perhaps the king here? Ah, what should I call 'here'? And, please pardon the intrusion! I-I'm not certain myself how I wound up on the forest floor. Not - not in foreign land, at least. I remember talking to the elves...oh, my goodness! I must have succumbed to sleep. How foolish of me! Father always warned against sleeping in the forest! Oh...what if there is a changeling replacing me right now, in the castle? What am I to do?"

"Quit mumbling. It's annoying." Those four words immediately flustered you, but he continued. "...You don't know how you got here? And...what's that about a castle? You royalty or something?"

With a quick gesture of affirmation, you replied, "My father is King (K/n)...not an awfully nice man, but saying anything more could be considered treason. Rest assured, he is not above executing one of his own."

Bakugou's expression soured. "That's fucked up."

Yours erupted in shock and awe. "T-That word...you use it? Is it not too vulgar?"

"Hah? Do I look like a gentleman, to you? Sorry Princess, but I curse as and when I like." He puffed out his chest, secretly hoping that you might compliment his muscles.

"'Princess'?" You gazed forlornly at the dress you wore. "This is your land. I'm no princess here."

You didn't wish to offend this man, especially not when the spears and swords you anticipated weren't being pointed at your throat. Bakugou's tongue was sharp, his responses crude and unrefined. Despite this...there was a warm aura emanating from him. And, from the way he started patrolling the length of the cave (as you soon recognised it), he was focused, protective. Even as the idle conversation whiled away the hours, even though he never really abandoned your side (whether this was due to doubt or care, you remained oblivious), he made a point of checking and re-checking, for any anomaly. When the western wind targeted you quite harshly, Bakugou forfeited his fur-lined cape. He draped it over you, grumbling all the while.

Though, your keen eyes caught the faintest of shivers, and before he could protest, you wrapped the cape around your bodies, snuggling into him. Bakugou's heart fluttered. His mind was failing to comprehend this new feeling, this sense of...home, and the sudden need, no - urge to provide and cherish. The small breaths against his chest, the hair tickling his skin...

Bakugou had little experience with human women. Until your arrival, the dragons were his only companions. Well, maybe the merchants (Ashido and Kaminari) could be classified as such? Definitely not that wannabe-knight, Deku, nor the fully-fledged knight, Iida, nor the Mage, Uraraka...

What if you were special? His pair - his mate? During your slumber, in the absence of any words, any reason for being here...he guessed either a fairy, a witch or a succubus, for your breed. But faeries were blessed with wings, and witches never ventured without their brooms. As for a succubus...you seemed too easily-flustered. The disbelief still permeated his mind. You, a creature of such ethereal beauty, were human? Like him? It was a simple mistake, to imagine you as something greater. His fixation had been instant. He knew what he wanted. Whether it would prove to be love, or some other, unfamiliar emotion...well, he wasn't renowned for patience, but...this was surely something to cultivate, something that required natural growth and progression.

Hopefully, your departure wouldn't be swift. Hopefully it would be messy, complicated, and eventually you would realise your true home: right here, by Bakugou's side. Together, you would spin a tale of love and devotion for the ages. Hopefully. If you didn't choose to leave.

If you left, if this feeling faded...what dreadful emptiness might consume him? He wondered about your interests, relatives (were you betrothed?), friends, future plans...he needed to sync your dreams and passions. You were perfect for him, so he needed to be perfect for you! This was his final, grumpy thought, before sleep lured him closer, closer, closer...

The morning brought forth a barrage of questions and quandaries, like: where the fuck were you? And: when had you abdicated his side? "Shit! Fuck! Shit! DEKUUU!"

"Hm?" Hearing the commotion, you poked your head around the corner.

"Who is 'Deku'?"

"Tch. Nobody. Where were you? When did you leave? Why didn't you wake me? You could've been hurt!" He scolded, loathing the slight wince caused by his raised voice. "...Sorry. I was just...urgh, nevermind!...Did you cut your dress?"

Sure enough, the distasteful garment (distasteful only because he wished to rip it off your body), once trailing on the ground, now settled just above your knees. "Yes! I would rather something shorter, anyway. Um...did I...does it not look..."

"It's better. If it's long, you'll just trip over stuff..." There lay a subtle blush upon his cheeks.

It went unnoticed. "Oh, thank you! I was hoping for practical and cute! And, um...I shouldn't intrude on you for too long, but perhaps I can be useful? I can cook...although that is probably all I can do."

"'Cause you'll wanna go home soon, I guess."

You laughed the most glorious melody. "That place is not my home."

Bakugou couldn't allow the silence to fester, lest this golden opportunity be wasted. "I can find work for ya. The dragons always need feeding...I can cook and clean, so don't fuss over that."

"B-But...I should repay you somehow!" Your whining flipped a switch in his heart.

I can think of a million reparations, but I can't say a single one of them...God, was I always this useless?

He groaned. "Like I said, I'll find something. You just...stay here for now. I'll go and catch breakfast, since I couldn't do that last night."

"I'm so sorry!"

While you wallowed in undeserved shame and guilt, Bakugou rejoiced at the memory of your conversation - all the monologuing, that transitioned into stumbles and stutters when you spoke for an extended time...the housewife air surrounding you (definitely a product of Bakugou's delusion), the way you smiled and laughed...It was ecstasy, Heaven, warmth! It was everything, and so, so much more! It was pure...

He started collecting little trinkets alongside the food - things he thought you might appreciate. Gifts, if you will. He imagined you smiling brighter, wider than before. He imagined receiving a kiss, whether a shy peck or a fiery lip-lock. He imagined decorating your neck with a dragon's teeth necklace, and showing off your bond to the world. If you would...accept him, accept everything about him, then...bliss would rain upon his heart forevermore.

She'll be my mate. She has to be! I won't let her be with anyone else...! I'll lay my claim soon enough, just you wait!

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alternateafterthought · 4 years

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Awake

> Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Miya Lee (OC)

> Genre: Hunter!au, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst

> Warnings:

> Word Count: 3573

> Summary: Miya Lee had such a normal life. Taking over the cafe her family owns and runs, going out with friends, gossiping with her coworkers about the cute guy that sits in the window of her cafe, and practising magic that her mother and grandmother and great grandmother passed on before them.

Kim Seokjin was an anomaly. He was born, December 4th 1392, making him, to date, 627 years old. His family was murdered, his fiance murdered, their blood running over the ruins of his past. For 600 years he looked, searched and hunted for the witch that got away. He was trained for this.

Jin hesitated. Her face was the same... she was back to haunt him. Back to love him.

Miya was in trouble... she was at risk of truly falling in love.

> A/N: Hey guys, this is another fic for BTS!! This is for Kim Seokjin!! I have had this idea for a few months now and this is my first time in creating an original character for a fic like this!! So I would really appreciate your feedback on the OC and this story!! ALSO those who wish to be added to an eventual tag list, please leave a comment or an ask or message me!! Thank you so much for your support!!

This is the story of how he died. The only man she had ever loved.

A man who's name bought fear to the shadows. A man cursed with life.

This is the story of how he died. Her love. Her heart. Her Jin.

They found him on the streets, scared, alone, half dead and orphaned. They took him in and gave him a roof over his head, and they trained him. They trained him to be an assassin, to hunt and to kill. They honed his magic and skills until he was their ultimate weapon.

They did not ever think he would turn those skills on them... one by one... when he discovered the truth, when he found out who they really were.

"So full of fire, isn't he?" An aging man, closer to death then he would ever willingly admit, admired the young, strong man's skills. A glint in his eyes didn't go unnoticed, a wicked flared brightened his eyes, something untold in them. "It's going to be glorious to watch it burn him up."

600 years would soon blur altogether, making no sense, even with the seasons changed. As the green bleeds into red, orange and yellow, ultimately becoming old and withered, covered in the cold, Kim Seokjin would always return home. At least, if the council allows it.

What felt like the blink of an eye for him, was 12 years for a mere mortal, and he was finally home. As time changed, he was the only constant, forever remaining as he was, the man who never aged, the man who never died... the man who's heart was to beat once again.

Turning his jacket up against the harsh winds, Jin walked the familiar streets, his hands tucked safely from the cold in his pockets. The old streets almost gave him comfort, he had watch them being built, even helped with some of them if he wasn't called away on a job. They we're as much apart of him as anything he had built.

He would never be lost, not here. Not ever.

Jin easily picked up the trail, the trail that only magic could leave behind. The specks of impurity leading him as the sun still peaked over the buildings. He knew what to follow, he knew the signs, he was trained for this.

Seeing where it had lead him, Jin pulled his collar down, exposing his face. His eyes scanned, never missing anything as he moved towards the small cafe in front of him, where the trail ended... or maybe began. Bypassing the entrance of the small cafe, glancing into the windows, flashing a smile to the workers who watched him.

Before long, Jin was at the backdoor, well the entrance. 2 rather large bodyguards guarded the door almost bored. One stood, arms folded across his chest, tattoos covering his arm and what Jin could see of his neck. The smell radiating off of him told Jin he was young, if not for his eyes. A young wolf, no doubt his first day, Jin wouldn't have put it past it being his first job ever.

The other was a lot more relaxed, even opting to lean against the graffited wall. His eyes were sharp, half closed, but sharp. Anyone on the end of his glare would most likely burst spontaneously. His hair was the most eye catching to Jin, a vibrant green, not unlike anything he had seen in his many years. It didn't seem to go with the entire black he wore, or the dangerous glint to his eyes. A vampire... the only vampire who wasn't afraid to tell Jin to "Fuck off."

"Did you get lost or soemthing old man?" An unintered deep voice scoffed.

"Or something." Jin smirked, lazily shrugging his shoulders.

"You here to cause trouble then?" He asked, finally looking up from his feet, eyes meeting Jin's.

"Min Yoongi... when have I ever caused trouble?" Jin rocked slightly on his feet, hands in his jean pockets.

The unamused vampire, Yoongi, cracked a smile; "You really want me to answer that?"

"I guess not." Jin laughed, the sound echoing off the enclosed streets. "Who's the kid?"

"Jungkook." Yoongi's eyes pointed to the wolf, who stood silently and confused. "Jeon family."

"Ahh..." Jin nodded looking at Jungkook. "I knew your grandfather kid." Jin offered his hand, which Jungkook hesitantly took. "He still owes me a pig."

Jungkook's eyes widen in realisation. The dawning of who exactly this man was finally hitting him. He was Kim Seokjin, Famous Immortal Witch Hunter.

"Hyungnim." Jungkook bowed.

"Oh god please, none of that." Jin put his hands in front of him, stopping the young wolf.

"He's just one of us, kid." Yoongi pushed lightly on Jungkook's arm, causing him to stand again, his eyes lowered.

"I would like to get in though. If that's not too much trouble." Jin pointed to the rather large door, invible to those who didn't know it was there.

"Are you going to cause any trouble?" Yoongi finally stood to his full height, even if he was shorter then both Jin and Jungkook, he was still intimidating. "I just need to know if we should leave now?"

"Nah I'm here for business." Jin smiled easily. "Only to ask a few questions."

"I'm going to regret this." Yoongi moved Jungkook out of the way of the door, opening it and allowing Jin access.

"Have a little faith, Yoongi." Jin moved into the door.

"I do have faith..." Yoongi called after Jin as he moved into the dark room. "I have faith you'll cause trouble."

Yoongi could hear the dying ends of Jin's laugh as he moved further into the dark space. He hadn't seen his Jin-hyung in 12 years, there could only be one reason he was back. Min Yoongi hoped to every god that it wasn't the reason, but he never had that kind of luck before.

The almost pitch black corridor Jin walked soon lit up, small witch lights surrounded him, guiding him. The music soon followed, obvious protection spells placed around the building to keep the music in, and it was getting louder now.

The music followed the chatter, and as Jin finally made it to the open floor, pushing the beads covering the entrance, he could see tonight was a busy night. All manners and natures of people... creatures moved around the place. All looking for a good night. All looking to be someone else for the night.

Opening his jacket, Jin relaxed into the mix of people, moving towards the bar. Women, more specifically, the Fae threw smiles, soft caresses of their hands, legs, bodies onto Jin as he walked passed. Jin flashing his own smile as he made his way through the mass of bodies.

He was here on business... he could play when his job was over. It was the only thought that got him to the bar, slipping his body into a small open space. One look behind him and he could see a few people had recongised him, causing Jin to duck his head, trying to not draw attention to himself.

"Hyungnim..." Jin heard a familiar voice in front of him, looking up from under his lashes, an even more familiar smile caught his attention. "It's good to see you again Hyungnim."

"It's good to see you too, Taehyungie." Jin smiled, lifting his head slightly to make eye contact. "You're working the bar now?"

If anyone didn't know, they would have thought Jin looked almost concerned. In fact... Jin was concerned. Anyone willing to put Kim Taehyung behind a bar had a strong stomach... and maybe an unbreakable bank account.

"Yep." Taehyung nodded enthusiastically, pride shining in his eyes. "They put me behind the bar since Jungkookie got here. Said he looked more intimidating or something."

"The kid?" Jin pointed his thumb over his shoulder, back towards where he had just walked in.

"Yeah the kid." Taehyung smiled fondly. "And he does. Look more intimidating then me."

"But you're a lot more dangerous aren't you?" Jin smiled, almost proud at his friend.

"It's part of my charm." Taehyung's eyes wander over Jin's shoulder, sending a wink to, undoubably, a blushing woman.

"You get more tips here don't you? That's why you like it." Jin laughed, shaking his head at Taehyung as he focused back on him.

"Of course I do!" Taehyung smiled wider. "But I seem to be competing with the happiest pup alive," Taehyung pointed to another wolf behind the bar, who's smile radiated sunshine, hearing Taehyung mentioned him and throwing a smile towards them both. "And a man who's lucky to have magic on his side." Taehyung pointed to the other end of the bar where a tall witch stood, his dimpled smile looked a little embarrassed as a vampire woman slide her number across the bar towards him.

"You're pretty lucky then aren't you?" Jin chuckled as he looked back towards the simpled witch who almost tripped over his own foot, catching himself quickly. "Being a fae prince and all."

"Well... the royal part gets me bigger tips." Taehyung laughed. "I need to survive as much as anyone else."

Jin couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as Taehyung handed him a drink. Already knowing what he needed, perks of Taehyung's bloodline.

"I'll see you around Hyungnim. I've got to get back to work." Taehyung gave an extravant bow before moving to the next one.

Jin shook his head sipping his cold drink, a vibrant purple drink that seemed to smoke. Something new... or old. Either way it wouldn't have an effect on him, nothing ever would again.

"He enhanced it." A deeper voice moved in front of him.

"What?" Jin looked back towards the bar, one of his oldest friends eyed his drink.

"You're drink. He enhanced it." Namjoon gestured his head towards Taehyung who flirted with a group of pixies.

"He's still trying to see if he can get me drunk?" Jin asked, noticing the strong smell radiating off the drink now.

"Aren't we all?" Namjoon smiled wide. "So you're back?"

"Mmh." Jin hummed, taking another sip.

"For?" He pressed.

"I tracked them back here. I have a few questions for some people." Jin shrugged, noticing Namjoon's eyes widening.

"You need any help?" He asked, leaning over the bar towards Jin as their voices became hushed, downed out by the noise around them. "I have a few sniffer dogs if you need them?"

Jin laughed as Namjoon gestured to Hoseok who made his way towards them both. No doubt he would be the best to sniff a scent out if he needed. But there was no point, Jin had already found them.

"Nah, I don't need your sniffer dog this time." Jin spoke a little loud for Hoseok to hear.

"And here I was, about to offer my services." Hoseok pouted, jutting his bottom lip out. "Why don't you need my help this time?"

"I already found her." Jin finished off his drink.

"Her?" Namjoon asked surprised. "It's a her this time?"

"Yeah... I found the bloodline, everyone is dead, except her." Jin looked at his friends, seeing their minds already working. "No one had found her because she changed her name. But I recognised the magic...."

Namjoon and Hoseok shared a look, noticing Jin hesitate. That was the thing that worried them, almost scared them. Kim Seokjin never hesitates.

"What else?"

Hoseok finally asked as the music around them stopped, the lights going out except one single spotlight on a loan spot on the stage behind them. Jin turned around on his chair, Namjoon and Hosoek still listened, even as the crowds of people moved to get a good seat, to be able to see the stage, to witness the show.

"Only I would recognise the name."

Both Namjoon and Hoseok knew that was the end of the conversation, even if they wanted to press the issue. But they both know, if he needed help, if he needed their help, he would always ask. And they would never turn him down.

An excited hush had fallen over the room, wide eyes stare at the only light in the room, like months to a flame. The only thing that could be heard is the heart beat. The heartbeat played through the room, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

Then it started, over the heartbeat, rain started to fall, a crack of lightening, a snap of thunder. The room lit up with the flashes of light, as the rain fell, never quiet masking the beartbeat.

Out of the darkness came a shadowy figure, the rain quickly soaking them. The once oversized shirt that covered their small frame now stuck to their skin, hair stuck to their face, a strip of material covered their eyes. They walked, more stumbled out of the darkness and landed in the middle of the light.

She was in control. The stage was hers. And yet you would have thought she was in a panic as she struggled, reaching out, looking for something, something to hold onto. Her hands shooks, her lips trembled, the rain didn't stop.

A particularly harsh snap of thunder caught the audience by surprise, casing even Jin to jump a little as the music finally began. As the first few seconds of the beat started, the girl hit the stage, causing droplets of water to fly around her.

Then a very confident presence walked out behind her, even without seeing his face, anyone in the room could feel the smirk as he stalked his prey. Everyone could see he was not about to lose. Not now. Not ever.

"Do you understand what's going on?" Hoseok whispered to Jin from behind him.

"Huh? Jin's eyes wavered for a fraction of a second from the girl who was now wrapped in the arms of the man.

The two bodies rolled once, twice around the stage before she was op top of him. Jin could see the power struggle, in this moment it seemed like she was in control. But from the mans arms supporting her, maybe he was wrong.

"He's caught her. Even without her realising. Hence the blindfold." Hosoek's never left the stage, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Caught her?" Jin asked, watching the pair seperate, the girl falling back onto the stage alone, wet and confused, still trying to reach out for something, anything, to hold onto.

"Watch as he stalks her." Hoseok offered to Jin, who's eyes moved to the man who walked behind her, watching her. "He's the spider. And he just caught his prey."

The man slid on his knee, causing water to hit the girl, who tried to move back, but the man caught her wrist. Pulling her easily flush against him, his hands slowly moving the blindfold off her a little to see her eyes. Helping the girl to stand, the man stood behind her, first lovingly and thenhis hands push the blindfold back over her eyes, pushing her to the ground and walking away from her.

This time the girl reached up and towards the roof, where something had been lowered. Her trembling hands as she gripped it, tangling her hands in it before it lifted her off the ground. The audience's took a collective breath as she now hung in the air by her right hand, the man below her.

"She's in his web now. He caught her." Hoseok continued as they watched the girl finally move into the silks. "His movements are the same as hers..." Both the man and woman moved, one suspended in the air, the other on the ground, on the water. "He's waiting for her to tire before he strikes. Making sure she doesn't fight back. Almost making her trust him."

Jin watched as the woman climbed the silks, rolling and weaving her body in and out, always blindfolded. Then she pushed her blindfold off, as she spun upside down, her piercing eyes could finally be seen. They roamed the area, Jin felt like his heart speed up, his breathing stopped, his palm instantly getting sweaty.

"She can see now. Where she is and what she's doing." Hoseok and Jin watched as she climbed to the top of the silks. "She's accepting her fate. The spider is waiting..." They looked back to the man who waited now, open arms for his prey. "All that's left to do is fall."

At that moment, Jin watched as the women unravelled herself from the silks, going faster and faster, nearer to her ultimate death. At the ends of the silks the woman's hand reached the man.

And that was it. The end. She chose her fate, she allowed the spider to have her. The man triumph, holding his trophy with pride.

"She's now his." Hoseok finished as the stage went dark, the rain came to a slow stop and one last rumble of thunder, lightening filling the room before the two disappeared from the stage. "So... what did you think Hyung?"

"I can't say I'm much of a dancer myself..." Jin smiled as he turned back to face Hoseok. "But it was captivating."

"Their my favourite dancers to ever set foot in 'Moon'. Some of the best chemistry I've seen around here since I started working here." Hoseok proudly looked to the stage.

"You did that?" Jin motioned his head over his shoulder.

"Mmh." Hoseok hummed, his smile never faltering. "Noona needed a new choerogher, I volunteered."

"Noona?" Jin raised his eyebrows surprised. "What happened to Mister Lee?"

"No one told you?" Hoseok looked confused, his eyes getting sad when he realized Jin didn't know. "Mister Lee died 3 years ago. His granddaughter took over."

Jin was used to death, being a creature who constantly misses death, he saw a lot of it. Although he may be hundrends of years older, Jin had such respect for a man like Mister Lee, who lived his life to help every, including Kim Seokjin.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Jin bowed his head a little. "Mister Lee was a great man. I remember watching him grow up."

"It was a huge blow to the witch community." Hoseok remembered what his friends were like, espeically Noona when her grandfather died. "If it wasn't for his granddaughter, this place would never have kept open."

"I don't think I ever meet this granddaughter of Mister Lee. Is she here tonight?" Jin asked.

"As a matter of fact-"

Hoseok cut himself off. The air around them too tense, too quiet after such a performance. Looking up, Hoseok saw why, everyone in the room had gone silent, staring at the entrance.

A group, of at least 6, all stood, in customary hunter gear and weaponary. No one moved, even less they tried not to breathe, to not drawn attention to themselves. To not cause trouble.

"Jin-Hyung..." Hoseok whispered. "I think it's time for you to leave."

Jin looked over his shoulder, easily recognising the 6. They were known to the hunters as his "Handlers", making sure he's in the right place at the right time. They were probably here to collect him, Jin having give them the slip eariler to make his way to 'Moon'.

"So you found me?" Jin asked loudly, to no one in particular. "Sir..." An aged voice spoke up.

"I was kinda enjoying this game of cat and mouse." Jin laughed loudly, looking up to where Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung had all gathered in front of him, scared.

"It's time to go, Sir." The aged man tried again, moving towards the bar.

"I'm just a man enjoying a drink." Jin gestured to the bar. "I'd ask you to join me, but..." Jin laughed again. "Well I don't like you."

Jin's laugh was the only thing heard in the room besides the almost deafening click of heels. Even Jin could hear them, espcially with his advanced hearing, but he hadn't turned around yet.

"Sir I think it's really time to go." The voice was almost panicked, causing Jin to spin around, the man too close now.

"I really don't think it's in your best interest to be threatening me right now, kid." Jin never raised his voice, nor moved from his seat, and yet he was the most threatening in this situation. "Sir..."

But it was too late. Like an angel in the the depths of hell, she moved out of the shadows and into the light. Jin's world stopped.

Quickly, he stood from his seat, knocking it over. He couldn't believe his eyes. There she was. Back from the dead.

"Jia?" Jin whispered, and yet it carried to the other end of the room.

"Sir..."

But Jin wasn't listening anymore. Here she was. His Jia. Back from the dead. Standing there, looking back at him with the same eyes.

Jin made to step away from the other hunters, towards her, but they wouldn't let him. Quickly reaching out, the closest hunter caught Jin's wrist. Without missing a beat, Jin shook him off, but they kept coming and coming.

Soon enough Jin was fighting for his way to her, but one minute she was there, and like so many years before, she was gone.

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