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sparks and embers - chapter 3

Characters: Poe Dameron x Original Female Character, Kylo Ren x Original Female Character

Story Tags: Explicit (18+), Canon Compliant/Divergent (Set after TLJ), First Person POV, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Porn with Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Kylo Ren hates Poe Dameron

Chapter 3 - The Return

Words: 4k

Chapter Tags/Warnings: medical descriptions and procedures, some sexual themes - mainly in the form of OC being thirsty AF

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On the way back from the East village, filled with the Gossams, humans and other alien species who had similarly escaped to a simpler life, I couldn’t help but curse at myself for giving in so easily to the pleas of a good-looking stranger.

Aiding someone merely for their physical appearance? How horribly unprofessional.

The voice in the back of my mind was loud. And curiously judgemental.

It had been over a full day cycle since I’d departed the clinic, making Poe vow to remain within the confines of his bed until I had returned. I’d left him with enough food for two days of my travelling, hygiene supplies, a drip running slowly for some pain relief and range of tools for him to attempt getting BB-8 up and running, hoping he wouldn’t have any reason to struggle getting out of bed.

The thought of his still fragile femur bone breaking and splitting the artery I’d spent all my energy on mending was beyond frightening. I worried about him every minute I was awake, imagining any number of complications that would leave me a corpse to find when I arrived back.

Bleeding, clots, stroke, infection, sepsis.

It wasn’t easy to slip those thoughts from my mind in the lone starkness of the Raxus countryside. There wasn’t really anything to look at except grass and sky, nothing to distract me from the worst case scenarios.

I’d convinced some of my old patients to join my cause, promising them better medicine and equipment if I was only able to have a comm-tower to order everything I needed. It didn’t seem like lying. The comm-tower really was my only link to the rest of the galaxy, and I would have needed it fixed anyway. Only now, time seemed to be more of the essence.

After spending the night amongst the locals I had grown to be familiar with over the last few years, I’d begun the trek back with the knowledge at least one problem had been solved. Some promised spare parts, others were going to follow my path within the next day cycle to get my comm-link back online. I hadn’t divulged all the story, at least not the part about this repair job apparently being a determining factor in the fate of the galaxy.

I hadn’t pressed Poe about what that meant exactly. I was used to the Resistance and their soldiers having somewhat of a flair for the dramatic when it came to war, after healing many of their battle wounds in years past. I knew how fervently they believed in their cause - that they were the only thing standing between galaxy wide harmony and First Order dictatorship.

I understood their hope of peace in our lifetime, but I’d lost mine a long time ago. Good, bad, they were just two sides of a coin that would flip for eternity, desperately chasing power for their own reasons.

In truth, I didn’t particularly care. I just hoped to live my life somewhat free from the burden of picking a side.

Before unlocking the clinic door, my feet aching from hiking for 6 straight hours, I drew in a long breath with a silent prayer I wouldn’t be walking in to find a dead body. With a fluid motion I turned the handle and pushed the door open, my head popping in first around the entryway to where Poe’s hospital bed stood. He immediately heard the latch clicking and shot his head up to meet with my eyes.

“You’re back,” he smiled, as I noted how much colour had returned to his face during my absence.

He looked so much better.

For the first time, I found myself studying his face, my stare tracing from his strong angular jawline to his high cheekbones, the prominence of his nose, the whiskey colour of his large cheerful eyes, his tousled deep brown hair. Then I took in his wide grin, shapely pink lips curled upwards to show perfectly set white teeth.

Stars, he’s so handsome.

In the muddle of memories I’d conceived from the night of his crash I’d not recognised, at least not during the time I was struggling to keep him alive, how attractive he was. And now with his health a far better picture than the last time I’d seen him, it was all I could notice. My heart quivered through a beat as he beamed at me, soon realising his smile was more a reflection of the prospective good news I brought with my return, making it settle back into a normal rhythm.

“Hi,” I breathed, walking closer and setting my pack down at the foot of the hospital bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he answered, “The smaller burns are almost gone, and my chest wound is closed, look!” He pulled up the grey hospital shirt I’d managed to change him into before I had to leave. This time when I saw the nakedness of his chest and abdomen I couldn’t help but stare at his softly defined muscles, all tensing during his movement. He was right, the hole below his rib now sealed, a newly-formed, pink scar in its place. The chest tube was still secured above it, now redundant.

“Gotta love bacta,” I hummed. “I can take that drain out now if you like.”

He looked at me incredulously. “You’ve just done a 30 hour round trip for me, not even sat down, and you want to dive head first into more treatment?”

“I... uh... I mean... I just wanted to help you feel better,” I stammered.

Poe shook his head, smirking. “It’s okay, I appreciate it. Really, I do. But I’m alright, the tube can wait. How about you rest for a second and tell me how the mission- I mean, trip, went?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Two days ago you were begging me to get going so I couldn’t waste any time, now you’re telling me I can take a load off?”

"Uh, yeah… Sorry about that,” he grimaced. “Having some time to think while you were gone... It made me realise everything you’d done and were doing for me - a stranger you had no reason to help." Poe took a long exhale before speaking again, his tone serious. "I was in a lot of pain, just woken up in a strange place. It’s still imperative to get a message back to the Resistance as soon as possible but... that’s not your burden to bear. I can't thank you enough for your help, but I'll try not to ask too much more of you.”

It seemed not only had his physical health improved, but logical thought and patience had returned.

I took my cue to sit on one of the opposite hospital beds, letting my feet dangle over the edge to kick my shoes off, feet pulsing with gratitude at their release. “There’s some villagers coming tomorrow,” I started. “They will hopefully have a new comm-tower up and running within the next couple of days. I told them about your droid too. There’s some spare parts in that bag.” I pointed my hand out to the satchel at Poe’s feet, glancing at the L shaped table beside his bed I’d set up. BB-8 was sitting on top of it, head and body still separated and now unbolted at separate points, wires haphazardly sticking out in different directions. Falling back into the mattress, I let out an exhausted sigh, relishing the feel of the squeaky mattress under my body.

“I really owe you. The Resistance owes you,” Poe praised after a few moments of silence, as I heard him begin to rummage through the satchel. I held back a frown, even when I knew he wouldn’t be able to catch sight of my face.

I didn’t do any of this for the Resistance.

It occurred to me then I wasn’t really sure why I’d done it at all. I had always been a sucker for those in poor predicaments, hence why I became a doctor in the first place. But the trek had nothing to do with treatment or medicine. It was purely at the behest of this pilot, who’s charming appearance in the dimmed orange light of the evening made my skin feel hot.

“So, how did a girl like you find herself in the middle of nowhere on the Outer Rim?” Poe questioned, fiddling with some of the parts.

I sat back up. “I’m not a girl. I’m 28. That’s a little too old to be called girl anymore.”

Poe chuckled, the sound of his laugh both warming and positively thrilling. “I apologise. How did a woman like you end up here?”

“I used to work on Coruscant, that’s where I started my medical training,” I explained, remembering the glittering planet I’d spent much of my young life on. “Then moved into the war relief efforts on medical frigates scattered throughout the galaxy. Treating wounded soldiers day in day out took its toll, having people constantly injured and almost dying for a war they didn’t start.” I glanced to Poe's expression, seeing a glow of understanding behind his eyes before I continued. “Plus, there were more than a few times I felt a little redundant. The medical droids they have kind of... made my treatment obsolete. I wanted to practice medicine in a place where adequate health care was rare or non-existent. I wanted to help those who were most desperate, who otherwise couldn’t afford it, those who would actually value the care of a live human doctor. So I picked a planet at random, and settled here."

The random part was an utter lie. No one had cared about Raxus since the Clone Wars, and the First Order wouldn’t make it their priority to conquer Outer Rim worlds for a while yet. It was a quiet, calm planet with countless refugees fleeing here to make peaceful new lives. They wouldn’t be concerned about old, rusty equipment, lower quality bacta or no medical droids. They would simply be happy at having a doctor within a day’s trek.

And no one would think of looking here for a Force user.

Poe studied me in quiet thought for a moment, taking in what I’d divulged. “Well, they're damn lucky, with how nicely you patched me up. You’d run circles around some of the doctors and medical droids at the Resistance base.” He grinned at me again, earnestly, another attempt to thank me for my work. I felt the pit of my stomach tense, and it wouldn’t retreat, the thought of his smile lingering in my mind even after he’d gone back to his tinkering.

It had to be because I’d been in isolation for so long, why I was reacting so strongly to the innocent smiles and compliments of a man I barely knew. I definitely wasn’t used to conversing with men so close in age to my own. Most of the local humans were older, married with children, and I rarely made conversation around any other topic than their illnesses.

“What... uh... Why were you flying over Raxus?” I asked awkwardly.

His eyebrows creased together as he looked back at me. “Raxus wasn’t my destination, but I... can’t tell you any more than that.”

“Oh…”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he urged. “It’s just, you know, highly confidential.” He seemed apologetic, like he owed me more of an explanation.

I nodded, agreeing the less I knew about the Resistance and their missions the better. “Well, you’ll be able to get back to it in a couple of days,” I insisted, breaking the awkward silence that had lingered. “Some time and a little bit more bacta and you’ll be like new again.”

“Actually, speaking of that,” he started, an uneasy expression now settling in his features. “I was wondering when you were thinking of letting me get out of this bed.”

“Depends on the reason Poe. I’d recommend starting your formal rehab tomorrow at the absolute earliest, otherwise we can get you up and walking if you need to do something… uh… specific.” There was no hiding the waver in my voice.

He laughed, louder than he had before, the sound making it difficult for me not to blush. “Aren’t you a doctor? Why are you embarrassed for me to use the bathroom?”

“Hey!” I frowned. “I was trying to save you from being embarrassed.”

He shook his head, still chuckling. “I’m alright on that front for now. I was actually hoping to use your refresher. It’s been a few days…”

“Oh of course!” I’d cleaned him up as much as I could before I’d left, getting rid of his obliterated flight suit and helping change into the bland hospital outfit I reserved for overnighters, but even to myself the idea of a shower was enticing.

A thought flashed into my mind of steaming water hitting Poe’s sun darkened skin, trickling down his toned body as he lathered himself in soap suds.

Woah.

Okay.

That was new.

It had been such a long time since I’d felt the fire of blood rushing to the lower portion of my abdomen, insides clenching at the heat so suddenly ignited.

Poe was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. I internally shook away the incriminating thoughts before they could be conveyed on my face. “How about I get that chest tube out first? Then I can help you to the ‘fresher?”

He breathed out in relief. “That would be fantastic.”

I stepped lightly off the hospital bed, walking shoe-less over to my medical trolley to drag it back to Poe’s side. And immediately, without me asking, he sat up and began a haphazard attempt to pull off his shirt, left arm bandaged and stiff, right arm enveloped in the cast I’d made and evidently still painful to move.

In a wordless reply, I helped him pull the fabric over his head, confronted with the image of a half-naked, strikingly handsome man in front of me.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognised any of his raw allure when he’d been almost stripped completely bare by my own hands on the night of his crash. It seemed bizarre I wouldn’t have noted the strong, broadness of his shoulders, his armoured chest littered deliciously with dark hair, carved abdominal muscles tensed in waiting.

I swallowed hard, hoping Poe wouldn’t register my shaking hands as I prepared the tube removal kit. Snipping the sutures around the plastic, unsteady gloved fingers pulled out the tube as smoothly as I could manage, Poe flinching slightly at the sensation. He continued to look away as I injected some bacta gel into the wound, sealing it closed with a few new sutures and placing a waterproof dressing over the site.

“All done,” I settled. “Like nothing happened at all.”

Poe looked back to me and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was obvious he remained troubled by the memories of his crash, and understandably so. I’d seen the same look in many other military personnel, the attempt to put on a brave face when images of fire, blood and terror pierced their thoughts. I desperately wanted to take his mind to a brighter place. “So, ready to try walking?”

“Absolutely! Lead the way doc.”

Ugh. Eventually I would have to correct him on that.

I stepped back from the side of the bed, arms stretched in readiness for when he inevitably stumbled. “Please take it slowly. Your muscles aren’t going to be pleased with what you’re doing after over two days of bed rest.”

“Sure thing,” Poe scoffed.

Typical male.

Initially he seemed to take my direction, moving his legs slowly from under the blanket, pain now registering on his features. He swivelled himself sluggishly to let his legs fall over the side of the mattress, breathing slightly heavier to push through the discomfort.

He was leaning more on his left side, right arm hovering over his thigh. Tentatively, he slipped his left foot onto the floor and shifted his weight onto it, pushing his hand into the mattress to help himself up.

Soon he was standing in front of me for the first time since we’d met, and even amongst all the burns, bruises, dressings and bandages, he looked impossibly strong, toned muscles wrapping his form.

He noticed the timid smile form on my lips.

“Hey don’t start laughing at me. I don’t think I could handle my ego being bruised along with the rest of me.”

“Oh... I wasn’t-,” I stumbled, quietly relieved he’d misread the reason behind my smirk.

He held his hand up in protest, grinning. “I was kidding. You’re welcome to laugh at the adult sized toddler learning to walk again.”

It was difficult not to snicker at his words. “Come on,” I encouraged. “Just think of how nice that hot water will feel.”

He sighed in agreement and moved, taking a hesitant step onto the previously fractured leg. I swiftly froze with anxiety, even when the logical side of my brain told me both the break and the artery would have stabilised exponentially by now. But the emotional side, the part that remembered the rush of blood that had exploded from the wound site, nagged incessantly at me, insisting that this was a very bad idea.

My eyes were glued to Poe’s figure as he shifted his weight deliberately, muscles tensing at the trigger of pain he was likely feeling, before he made a delicate hop to move back onto his left leg.

Even that one haggard step appeared to take a lot out of him, but he seemed determined, eyebrows already wrinkled in concentration. He continued the process a few times over, my arms still poised in waiting for the foreseeable stumble as I walked backwards. I couldn’t help but hold my breath as he limped, following me out of the clinic room into the hallway that lead to my office, the ‘fresher, and my living quarters all the way at the end.

His steps became faster, more confident, when all of a sudden, his balance wavered.

Reacting quickly, I stepped forward to catch him, arms circling under his own and around his torso, hands now gripping the muscles on his back as he crashed into me. I would have stayed there for a moment, my fingertips registering the warmth radiating off his skin, until I became fully aware where his face had fallen into.

I felt Poe’s heated exhale through the cotton of my white shirt after his face had collided into my chest, directly between my breasts. The twinge in my lower abdomen occurred again, breath hitching in my throat.

He scrambled to push himself back into a standing position, my arms releasing from around him, his hands clamping around my biceps as he fought to reclaim his steadiness again.

“I am so sorry!” he blurted, his face dangerously close to mine, only a small touch of redness visible under his caramel skinned cheeks. I knew my blushing would be much more pronounced.

“It’s okay,” I breathed. “I was waiting for that to happen.”

His eyes widened.

“Not that!” I yelped. “I meant you falling! I was waiting for you to fall!”

Poe’s face illuminated into a beaming grin. “Sure you did.”

I frowned in protest, but couldn’t stop the chuckle escaping. I shifted to face the same way as him, an arm curling around his torso, angling my body under his own. “How about I help you the rest of the way?”

His hand gripped onto my shoulder, the hardened squeeze making the tensing inside me ripple even faster.

Focus Alex.

Poe let me support him as he limped down the hallway, and I desperately tried to distance myself from the thoughts that swirled in my mind at being connected so closely.

Eventually we made it into the ‘fresher, a white and grey tiled room with the large, frameless shower enclosure taking up most of the space, the only privacy a plastic curtain that could be pulled across the entire spans of the room. I’d designed it with the idea there would be enough space to assist overnighter patient’s in washing themselves, since I didn’t have a nurse to do it for me. Yet, it still gave me the ability to provide some discretion by stepping out past the other side of the curtain, ready to swoop in if I was needed.

And that’s what I’d planned for Poe, knowing he was hardly the type of patient that was going to let me do anything for him if he could help it. Guiding him to the backless shower chair, I released him to his own devices and quickly pulled the curtain across. It was more for my own concealment at this point, needing to take a moment to settle myself down, the memory of his hold still lingering on my skin.

“I’ll be right here if you need any help okay? Everything you need will be on the shelf under the shower start button.”

“Thanks Alex,” he answered, his voice huffing out as I could hear he’d already started to shimmy down his pants.

Stop imagining it Alex. Stop thinking about him naked, a metre away, behind that thin curtain.

The sound of water rushing into the tile floor pulled me back into some impression of reality. I busied myself with organising my own hygienic supplies in the mirrored cupboard, desperately trying to think of anything other than the man hidden from my view, steam swirling around his figure, water dribbling down his bare skin. From behind the screen I heard a pleasant moan leave him, obviously enjoying the hot water battering into his aching muscles for the first time in days.

And with that sound I felt a twinge between my legs, heat swelling and rippling outwards through my body.

Stars, that was... hot.

It felt so unprofessional, to be tantalized by the thought of a man, a patient, in the middle of such a basic act of human hygiene. But I couldn’t deny he was more attractive than any patient I’d ever had in my life, and the thought of ripping open the curtain so I could join him was suddenly the most tempting thing in the galaxy.

I locked my hands onto the basin that stood in front of me, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sound of Poe lathering soap between his hands, then sliding over an unseen portion of his body.

It was then I started to pace, hoping the repetitive movement would stop me ruminating over the indecent notions my mind was conjuring. Minutes ticked by too slowly as I waited for him to finish his routine, begging for the irresistible pull of craving to be released from me.

“Hey Alex?” Poe suddenly called.

“What's wrong?” I squeaked, cursing at myself for sounding so startled.

“I actually need some help.”

Oh maker, why do you do this to me?

I swallowed hard. “Y-yeah. Sure. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he began, voice sounding a little forced. “It’s just... with my left arm still bandaged, and my right arm still in the cast, I can’t wash my hair. I know it’s a little strange, but could you help me out?”

My heart ricocheted inside my rib cage, frolicking at the thought of seeing him soaked in water, fingers raking through his dampened hair.

Come on Alex, try to keep at least one shred of professionalism.

“Sure,” I agreed, a more competent tone saturating my voice as I withheld my internal fluttering. “Make yourself… uh… decent, and I’ll open the curtain.”

I heard Poe’s movement as he reached for one of the towels hanging on the rail nearby and wrapped it around his lower body. The flowing water soon came to a stop, the sudden silence making me feel uneasy.

“Ready.”

I placed myself in front of the curtain between us, his stature only barely visible through the clouded screen. My jaw was locked as I took a deep breath through my nose, meditating in thought, frantically clawing at a sense of calm.

Then I reached towards the plastic, clenched my hand around it, and pulled.

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The Jinchuuriki (Minato x Reader)

Summary: Canon divergent AU. Danzo steals the two Uzumaki sisters from their village and seals the Kyuubi inside one of them. He separates them and keeps the Jinchuuriki captive in the Root headquarters. When she grows up alone, until the Hokage orders Danzo to have her trained to fight. Her new tutor arrives, and he’s nothing like she expected. He’s kind and he cares for her. His name is Minato.

Characters: Y/N (Female Reader as the Jinchuuriki), Minato, Danzo, and Kushina

A/N: To the lovely @itsao-mine for requesting and waiting so long, I apologize, you’re my most loyal reader. I hope you really do enjoy this, because it took me so long to write. I think it’s a warm story that you’ll like. To everyone else, I hope you love this story too. I apologize in advance for my incompetence in writing fight scenes. Remember requests are open. Enjoy and be kind <3

Word Count: 4,624

The Jinchuuriki

“From now on, you’re not sisters anymore” you didn’t understand what the man was saying. His face instilled a deep fear in you, as you imagined farfetched stories about how he got that ugly scar on his chin. His uncovered eye made you uneasy, and the covered one, even more.

You clutched Kushina’s hand tighter with your own small one, and looked at her in search of the reassurance that this man was lying.

You and your sister had been plucked from your home, your village, and everything you knew by this man and brought to the Leaf Village without any explanation about it. The only thing you knew was that something in your Uzumaki lineage made you the perfect vessel for a weapon that the Leaf Elders were desperate to keep and control. Your 8 year old brain didn’t fully grasp what this meant, but Kushina and you’d overheard that in a conversation two of the ANBU ninjas had on your way to your new village.

You noticed a streak of sadness cross your sister’s face and your stomach twisted inside you. The man, Danzo they called him, harshly grabbed both yours and your sister’s wrists and tore your hands apart. He handed each of you to a masked ninja, a rabbit and a bear, and you never saw each other again.

They put you through the worst nightmare you couldn’t even have imagined. They locked you up in a dark room, and when they finally let you see light, it was only to painfully seal a demon in you, using the techniques stolen from your family.

You felt the beast stir inside you at night. Now, alone, you cried yourself to sleep and imagined Kushina’s arms wrapped around you, her soft voice singing slightly off-key the lullaby your aunt had taught you, while the personification of hate growled from within your gut.

The first months were pure hell to you, you’d go on rampages and destroy everything in sight, using the beast’s chakra and your own rage. This earned you being put in a cell and chained with chakra suppressing metals. Then, it was just you and him. The Kyuubi became your only company, aside from the guard who slipped your food through the slot once a day who’d never even glanced at you.

The Kyuubi hated you and you hated him, however you soon discovered that you both hated Danzo and Root, the people who’d turned him into a weapon and you into a vessel, even more. The realization brought you two closer. Eventually, he saw himself in your pain and told you that as you were missing a sister, he was missing siblings too.

They’d also been turned into weapons, and you assumed, that wherever Kushina was, she was probably being used to meet this organization’s needs. Though a part of you still liked to imagine that while you were here, she was back home. Her skin soaking up the rays of the sun, her beautiful red hair flowing with the wind, as she ran across the village, to the place where you’d both built a tree house and told stories about other worlds you’d one day go to.

“Listen to me, child” the beast, no, Kurama, told you “I’m willing to lend you my power if you’ll use it carefully and wisely. Only if you promise me, swear to me, that you’ll use it to destroy those who wronged us” and with that, you sealed your fate.

After that day, you became the docile Jinchuuriki Danzo wanted you to be, and earned his trust.

One day, we are going to bite back and he won’t notice until it’s too late.

That was 13 years ago.

Danzo had brought someone who trained you as a medical ninja. You didn’t know their name, not even what their face looked like, it was always fully covered, and you knew they were holding back in their teachings. You helped your teacher heal the injured Root members who came back from missions, serving only as a minor assistant. They had only taught you how to do basic things like heal cuts faster or mend a broken bone, but they never let you learn any just that required a large amount of chakra usage. Still, you obeyed silently.

You were almost sure Danzo no longer saw you as a threat, and the many years that had passed since you last had a rampage, put him in a comfortable spot. However you were still surprised when he appeared in your room just before you were going to sleep and announced

“The Hokage and the elders are pressuring me by saying that it’s about time you learned to defend yourself, after all, you just turned 21 and you don’t know much about fighting. Tomorrow a ninja sent by them will be coming to start training you here on grounds. He’ll be staying here as long as it takes for you to be at least competent in deflecting a few attacks. However, this won’t be free for you. If you want to train, you’d better get information about Sarutobi from him, and pass it on to me. I can’t refuse their orders, but I can’t help it if you have some sort of accident that puts you in a temporary physical (idk the word for this)”

Your blood runs cold in your veins. You know he wasn’t joking, when he made a threat he went through with it. You just nodded and assured him that you’d try to get any information for him. He left as fast as he came, and spent the rest of the night imagining what your new tutor would be like.

Would they be as impersonal as your medical tutor? Without an identity? A name? Or would it be someone as scary as Danzo? That would make it hard for you to get the information you had to pass on to him. You couldn’t lose this chance to train. It was the moment you and Kurama had been waiting for.

When you enter the training room you expect so many things, except what you see. A cheerful smile meets your sight, bright yellow hair with the ability to light the whole room up, and a silky warm voice.

“You must be Y/N” he says “so pleased to meet you. I’m Minato and I’ll be tutoring you under the Hokage’s orders.”

You’re shocked to be met with such kindness. It’s been so long since someone spoke to you like you were an actual person, that you don’t really know what to say.

“Do you have any previous knowledge on controlling chakra or doing any sort of jutsu? I just want to know where to start so you feel comfortable.”

Again, you stay silent. Nobody has thought about your wellbeing in so long, and this stranger is worried about you feeling uncomfortable. He’s perceptive, so he notices your stiff posture and your nerves.

“Hey it’s okay, we don’t have to do much today. You can just walk around the room and play a bit with the equipment so you get used to it. I’ll just stay in a corner until you feel more comfortable in my presence.”

“No—“ you quickly say “walk around with me. Please. Show me how to be a Kunoichi.”

“Alright” he chuckles a bit. “Let me show you the ninja packs first.”

He reaches for one of them and proceeds to pull out a few weapons. He names all of them to you and lets you hold them.

Then he explains a few basic concepts on fighting and has you do some simple exercises to control chakra. Since you know medical ninjutsu, it’s easy for you, but at the end of the practice, you’re still tired.

The first training session gave you a feeling of intrigue, and you start looking forward to the rest. Each day, you start enjoying it more and you get better.

Minato is a patient and determined teacher, and he starts becoming the only friend you’ve had.

You two start joking around during the sessions, and time flies by while you’re with him.

He has you practice different concepts, and also train your body so you have more physical endurance.

When he sees you getting better, he starts challenging you to different competitions. Some test strength, others speed, and your favorite, strategical thinking, Minato almost always wins, but you’re satisfied to notice you’re getting better each time.

Once he challenges you to a race, and he takes you outside for it, but the middle of the way, you step on a rock and twist your ankle.

“Damn! Next time I’ll get ya! Yaknow??” You shout after him.

He comes back to scoop you up from the ground. You thought it was such a gentlemanly action, until you hear him let out a loud laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” You ask, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Nothing bad I swear” he chuckles again “It’s just, the way you talk. It reminds me of a good friend of mine. Actually you remind me a lot of her. She’s as feisty as you, and also very talented.”

He says as he carries you back.

“Kushina” you whisper. “She’s alive”

“What? You know her?” A single tear rolls down your cheek.

“I once knew her.” You say simply “Can you tell me more about her?”

His heart softens when he sees your pleading eyes.

“Sure, if you want me to. I don’t really know what to say though” he starts.

You arrive at your room and he settles you down on the bed.

“Is she happy?”

“I guess so. She’s a fighter. She used to get bullied, for her red hair” You remember how her soft strands felt in your fingers. All your childhood you’d envied her beautiful hair, now you longed to run your hands through it once more. You couldn’t believe people would make fun of her for such a beautiful trait. “She kicked all their asses though, and she made friends. True ones.”

“Like you?”

“Yeah”

He spent the whole evening telling you stories about your sister, making you laugh like you hadn’t done in so long. He brought you sweets he stole from the kitchen, as he went to pick up more ice for your ankle, and he stayed with you, to help you heal.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you got injured today, so we can still see each other tomorrow”

You smile and nod. If Danzo knew you couldn’t train, he’d bar you from your time with Minato. He already tried to reduce your training time too much, only because Minato insisted you needed more practice, arguing that it was harder for you to learn these things as an adult.

You rest for three days. Minato is more than happy to share more stories about your sister, and also some about his three young students he’s very attached to.

“Kakashi is full of sadness, but he has a huge heart. Obito is a bit clumsy, but he’s the full spirit of the team, he’ll do great things someday. Finally, Rin is the glue holding them together, she’s reliable and kind. You’d love them.” All this kept you wondering what life was like outside these quarters. Minato’s stories were full of magic, and they made you so happy. He tends to you perfectly and then in a flash, your ankle is as good as new. He starts training you again, and it becomes your favorite time of the day. You can feel your body get stronger each time. He lets you practice different types of jutsu and you’re happy to discover that while they’re challenging, it’s very rewarding to master them. The confidence between you and your tutor grows, as well as your own self confidence. Maybe your goal of fighting your captor is closer than you think.

“Why do they keep you here?” He asks puzzled after you finish taking down one of his shadow clones with the shuriken jutsu he taught you “Why didn’t you go to the academy, and instead waited until this age to learn how to fight? You’re clearly a natural, it would’ve helped so much if we could have gotten you on a shinobi team.”

“Minato, there’s something I need to tell you.” The words scrape your throat, but you gather the courage to spit them out anyway “I’m being kept here as a prisoner, ever since I was chosen as the nine tails jinchuuriki”

He furrows his brow, clearly not understanding what you just said. Fear crawls through your veins and you instantly regret saying that. He’ll stop seeing me the same way now.

“Kushina is the Jinchuuriki”

“No, that’s not possible, there’s only one Kurama, and it’s sealed inside me”

“Everyone in the village knows she’s the Jinchuuriki, Y/N, even the Hokage has acknowledged it” he says it with such certainty that you almost believe it for a minute. Maybe the beast inside you was imaginary all along, but then he goes pale. Pale as if he’d seen a ghost, no, worse, as if he’d just found an answer to this confusion.

“No, the Hokage is the one who ordered Danzo to keep me here.”

Minato pauses for a second

“Y/N, I need you to do something for me,” there’s not much you feel you can do but you nod once, waiting for his instruction “can you call the Kyuubi forth and let him speak to me?” “His name is Kurama, he doesn’t like being called Kyuubi” you snap, and then clasp a hand over your mouth as you realize how rude you’re being to the only person that you know who truly cares about you.

“It’s okay, I know it’s hard. Don’t worry about me” he smiles and warmth spreads in your chest “I’ll be kind to him”

You believe him, and Kurama does too, so you switch.

“Kid” he says simply

“So it’s true”

“It depends”

“On what?”

“On what you think is the truth”

“The truth is that Y/N is the real Jinchuuriki, and that Danzo lied to the Hokage and the whole village by telling them Kushina was your vessel. The fact here is that the Jinchuuriki out there is a lie, and he’s keeping the real one hidden”

“You’re a smart one, and yes, there’s truth among your words. The question is, are you going to stop Danzo before he turns us into a weapon with no self control? I can lend Y/N my power, but I can’t fight for her if she doesn’t make her body strong first. If she doesn’t learn how to properly control chakra, it’ll be for nothing”

Kurama switches with you again, and the worried expression in Minato’s face triggers something in you.

He explains everything to you. Root has been telling everyone including the Hokage your sister is the Jinchuuriki, while keeping you hidden here. Most likely Danzo has a plan to use you later to gain more power. The realization makes your stomach drop to your knees.

“I’m scared” you say.

“Shh as long as I’m with you, you’ll be okay. I’ll protect you. We’ll stop Danzo together, the only thing we need to do is make your body stronger, but it’ll be easy since you’re already naturally talented.”

You feel so confident because of him, that without thinking you press your lips against his. He’s startled for a second, but then he moves, responding to your body. With that kiss, you give yourself to him. His hands travel to your waist, holding you tight, telling you, you’re something he’s not willing to lose.

You tangle your hands in his hair, and he utters a soft groan in response. Encouraged, you deepen the kiss and press your warm body closer to his. Your tongues dance hot around one another, coordinating perfectly between longing and pleasure. You stroke his neck, then grasp the collar of his shirt. His hands start to travel under your shirt, sending an ecstatic feeling through your body. You moan, thrusting your hips forward, needing to feel his touch everywhere. But when he realizes what he’s doing, he breaks the kiss, leaving your mouth cold with his own mouth’s absence.

He presses his forehead against yours, and stares deeply into your eyes, seeing right through to your very soul. His eyes transport you to a place where nothing can touch you, where you feel safe.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

“Minato, I want you. I want this. Please.”

You see a golden spark in his eyes, and he smiles relieved, it’s clear he wants this as much as you.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything”

You always thought being touched by someone would be scary, but now, standing with him here, desire overcomes you. Love, overcomes you. He is the person you want to spend every single moment of the day with, and give it all to. Something in you knows

“Promise me that if you feel unsafe, or it hurts, or you simply don’t want to do it anymore, you’ll tell me.”

How much he cares for you makes your heart melt, you nod, giving him the confirmation he needs, and this time it’s him who initiates the kiss. Just like that, in a small corner of the training room where nobody can see you and nobody can hear you, where it’s just you two, Minato makes your inexperienced, touch starved body, feel loved for the first time.

The month passes in a breeze. You keep training together, and gaining more control over your own body. Minato says that you’re learning at an extraordinary speed, but part of it, you owe it to Kurama. He’s been lending you chakra and helping you every step, and you feel the bond between you get stronger.

Aside from that, Minato has been feeling uneasy by the discovery on Danzo’s deception, however he couldn’t report anything until he knew more.

Spying on Danzo proved less difficult than he initially thought it would be. He knew Danzo felt confident here in his territory, and though he’d mistrusted him since he arrived on the Hokage’s orders, Danzo thought he was being smarter than Minato. That’s why he’d grown careless, and now as Minato was walking back to his quarters, he heard a subordinate address the man.

“Lord Danzo, I have disturbing news for you”

Minato walked closer to the room to hear better, effectively disguising himself against the wall.

“What is it this time? Can we deal with it?” Danzo replied.

“It’s the Jinchuuriki”

Minato’s heart stopped for a second at the mention of you.

“What in the world has that cursed girl done now?” he says with an annoyed sigh “She’s been more trouble than she’s worth”

His subordinate kept quiet, unsure if he should go on with the report.

“Well? Out with it” Danzo ordered, exasperated.

“She’s…” the subordinate trembles, in response to the rage he already feels coming “pregnant”

Minato’s brain goes blank, all that he can think of now is getting you and his unborn child out of here.

Danzo’s visible eye rages, but his demeanor remains calm.

“We just found out, during her routine check up.” The ninja explains.

“But how?” Danzo asks, more to himself than to the other person, after a few seconds it dawns on him “That damned Minato. It seems he’s not only training our weapon.”

The old man thinks for a bit, then says

“Bring the other girl. It’s about time we got rid of this one. After all she’s been nothing but a disappointment.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get everything ready to extract and seal the beast into the new vessel tonight. Oh and don’t tell Sarutobi anything. After all, he thinks the girl we have here is the back up. We’ll just say she died under mysterious circumstances, and turn the one he thinks is the Jinchuuriki into the actual Jinchuuriki. Nobody needs to know I’ve had the Kyuubi hidden here all along.”

Minato has no more time. He has to do something before they hurt you.

Stay calm, he tells himself. He takes a deep breath, and when his hands stop shaking, he teleports to your room, where you are already getting into bed.

“Minato?” You say at the sight of him “What are you doing here? If Danzo knows you’re here he’ll punish us both”

“Y/N, we don’t have much time, you’re in danger”

“What? What do you mean? Why?”

“Do you feel different somehow? Physically I mean”

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I’ve been more tired than usual, and I’ve had a bit of nausea, but it’s because of the strain my body’s been through with the training, right? It happens to everybody. Plus I just had my regular check up with the other medical ninjas and they said I was fine.”

“Y/N, I really hate to tell you the news this way, because it should be something happy, but, I just overheard Danzo and another shinobi talking. You’re pregnant.”

Your body feels numb, and the whole world starts spinning around you.

“I’m what?” You whisper. Tears have started flowing and you place your hands on your belly. The only thing you can feel now is fear, for the little life growing inside of you, product of the deep love Minato and you feel for each other.

“Hey beautiful, be happy.” He reaches out and wipes the tears from your cheeks “We’re going to raise this child together, I promise, we’ll get married and Kushina can be your bridesmaid. You’ll be together again. I’m going to get you both out of here now, but we need to act fast.”

You don’t spare another moment, you trust him completely, so you’re willing to do anything he tells you. You look at him determined.

“I trust you. Let’s do it, but let me fight too, I know I’m strong enough now.”

“But the baby”

This time it’s Kurama who answers

“Will be fine. I’ll make a shield of chakra and he’ll be protected. Both Y/N and him.” Minato thanks him, and you also feel grateful towards the creature who’s been living inside you for so long. You can’t believe how close you’ve grown to him, he’s not a weapon and you won’t let Danzo turn him into one.

You take Minato’s hand and he teleports the two of you to the entrance of the Root Headquarters.

Danzo and a dozen of his Root subordinates are already there waiting for you.

“I knew you’d try to steal my tailed beast once you found out I had it here. I just didn’t know you’d put a brat in his vessel. You’re a quick one, Yellow Flash” Danzo mocks Minato. “However, you can’t teleport your way out of here. You know my barrier blocks all of your markers outside of it.”

Minato’s grip on your hand tightens, but you see he’s still calm, not playing into Danzo’s game.

“I’m sorry, but you won’t be taking my best weapon tonight. The new vessel is already on her way, and by the time she arrives, this one and your unborn kid will be dead. Seize them and start the extraction of the beast.” He orders his fighters.

A dozen of the most skilled, battle seasoned ninja charge towards you and though you thought you’d be ready for this, you find yourself frozen.

A glance from Minato, however, gives you all the courage you need.

“I know you can do it. Just remember what we did during training. I’ve got your back.”

So, the fighting starts.

Minato moves gracefully, only aiming to injure, not to kill. Preserving his rage only for Danzo. In just a few minutes, he manages to disable 4 enemies, giving you two the advantage.

You’re less agile than him, which is understandable, due to your inexperience, but Kurama’s strength makes up for it. You only manage to fight off one enemy, using the jutsu Minato taught you, realizing just how effective it is and feeling proud of yourself for being able to defend the attacks.

While you’re fighting his ninja, Danzo is only watching from afar. It seems his confidence diminishes with each shinobi that is taken down by you, but it’s not enough to wipe the smug smile from his face.

With trouble, you take on two more enemies, barely getting by. You wipe a little blood from your face, and reach instinctively towards your stomach, as if the gesture could reassure the baby everything would be alright.

Minato, already finished with the other Root agents, charges towards Danzo and engages in a fight with him.

The old man is more skilled than you’d imagined. Their bodies move at a fast speed, and you can barely keep up with what’s happening. The fight is too confusing for you to follow, but at some point you’re able to notice that Minato has a slight advantage. Younger, faster, and more skilled, the man you love is giving everything to protect his family against the man who would kill you.

Suddenly there’s a flash of red, and you can’t tell whose blood it is.

Your heart stops.

Minato is on the ground, pale and bleeding from a large cut on his back.

“Y/N stay away!” He shouts

You don’t understand how Danzo managed to hurt him this way, but you don’t care.

You call Kurama, and feel his power rushing through you.

Your mind goes blank with anger, and hot chakra seeps out of you, transforming you into a small version of the Kyuubi.

Then you attack Danzo with all your might.

It’s over in a few seconds. His body is barely recognizable after you’re finished with him.

You go back to being yourself, kurama’s power retreating into you.

Your body feels heavy and then you lose consciousness.

When you open your eyes again, there’s a bright light in your face. You rub your eyes and try to adjust.

“Minato?”

“He’s alive, Y/N” a familiar voice says “Thankfully you three are alive. Nobody can hurt you anymore”

“Kushina” you say as her soft hand reaches rub your belly “I’ve missed you so much”

“And I’ve missed you, little sister” she replies “There’s so much I have to tell you and so much you have to tell me, but all in due time. The good thing is you’re awake now and in good hands. We’re in the Konoha hospital, there’s only kind people here”

You can see her face now. She’s grown to become so beautiful, and you experience a type of peace you haven’t felt in so long.

“Minato is already in rehabilitation, he’s very strong, yaknow? That’s why the baby you’re carrying survived, must be his Namikaze genes combined with your Uzumaki ones”

“Kushina, I’d like you to be the baby’s godmother. I want us to be a family again”

She grips your hand tighter in response and nods happily

“Of course we will be”

Days later, when you’re finally out of the hospital, Minato and you get married in a small ceremony. Only his closest friends, his three students –Kakashi, Obito and Rin– and your sister are present, but that is all you need. You wear a simple dress that Kushina helped you embroider with a beautiful flowery pattern. You let your hair loose, and put a single white orchid close to your left ear. It’s the happiest day of your life. Minato looks dashing as ever, and he receives you with that wonderful smile of his, ready to join his life to yours forever.

8 months later, you both welcome your son. You decide to name him Naruto.

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Kai and 07: Flu Season

I return. The semester is over, my schedule is clear and I’m ready to fucking WRITE baby. This the next piece in Kai and 07′s story. I hope you all enjoy it.

CW: Hospitals, drugging in a medical context, dehumanization, slavery, institutionalized slavery, vomiting. (If I’ve missed anything let me know)

07 knelt on the bathroom floor, hands gripping the rim on the toilet bowl and sweat pouring down their face. They had spent the past few minutes vomiting out the contents of their stomach, bile burning their throat and mouth. They breathed heavily, eyes locked on the closed bathroom door. They had tried to keep quiet, but there was only so much they could do and a possibility that they may have woken master made them want to be sick again.

A minute passed and there was no sound of footsteps, no slamming open of the bathroom door and grabbing of hair as master dragged them into the living room to punish them for daring to make enough noise to wake him. Daring to be sick enough to be an annoyance.

They let out a sigh of relief, this was the second night in a row they had managed to not wake master, and they hoped that they wouldn’t need to press their luck for a third. Luck had never been on their side before.

With a low groan they dragged themselves off of the bathroom. Their legs felt like jelly and their head swam as they limped back to their room. A shiver ran down their spine and they hugged their stomach, wanting to rush back towards the warmth of their blankets while also wanting to avoid moving too fast and making any noise.

07 reached their room, walking in and closing the door softly behind them. They flopped onto the floor of the closet, their little safe haven, and wrapped the blankets around themselves. A quick glance at a digital clock that master had installed showed that it was close to 3 am. They groaned softly, another bad night of sleep. Maybe they could push their luck and change the alarm from 6 to 7. Master usually did not wake up until a few hours after them.

They reached for the clock, fingers hovering over the alarm setting button before pulling their hand back. It wasn’t worth the risk. Master had given them many gifts lately, if they were caught being lazy the consequences would be withering. They could tough it out, they had been through worse.

Another shiver hit them and they pulled the blankets tighter around themselves. All of their body hurt, and their stomach was churning again. They hadn’t felt this bad in a long time. But they would be ok, when they woke up they would be ok. They desperately, fervently hoped that they would be ok.

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The alarm on the digital clock beeped noisily as 07 was ripped from their sleep. They were not ok. They were as far from ok as one could be while still being alive. Their head was pounding, their throat was dry and scratchy, and the mere thought of moving made their limbs ache.

The possibility that they were dying came across their mind. It didn’t seem unlikely at this point. A part of them were scared by the prospect, another felt like dying and letting this be over with wouldn’t be so bad. Another, smaller, almost utterly silent part wondered if maybe they could beg Master to take a day to recover.

No, no, no never no. Master may have been understanding and kind, but his generosity wasn’t limitless, it couldn't be. Asking for anything after being given so much would be nothing short of an insult. They couldn’t afford to do that, they wouldn’t be able to take a punishment. They just wouldn’t.

The alarm sounded again, the loud noise making 07’s head pound. They limply turned the clock off. A warm silence fell and 07’s eyes grew heavy. It would be so nice, so easy to just fall back asleep.

NO! They forced their eyes open and dragged themselves upright, legs shaking and vision swimming as they did. They...they had to get up. Had to work. Had to stay on Master’s good side. They could do this, they could do this.

Their steps towards the door were slow and shaky, each one feeling harder than the last. They pushed the door open slowly, stumbling forward slightly into the hallway. A draft blew through the house, sending another wave of shivers down 07’s spine. They warped their arms tightly around their body and made their way into the kitchen.

The kitchen sink still had dishes in it, remnants from last night. 07 looked at them hopelessly. They had left them there because they had wanted to go to bed a bit early, telling themselves they would clean them when they felt better the next day. Now the small stack of plates and cutlery looked like a mountain to climb.

07 stood in the kitchen, trying to psych themselves up. It wouldn’t be too much work. Breakfast could be quick, some toast and eggs. Master Kai had been busy the past few days, a big order for an important client as he had put it. A smaller breakfast wouldn’t be something he would mind. Then they could do all the dishes in one batch. That was manageable. Alright, time to g-

The sound of the refrigerator opening snapped 07 out of their thoughts. Their eyes went wide as they saw Master Kai rummaging through the contents of the fridge. They quickly looked to the wall clock. 8:15?! Had they really just stood there like a useless piece of shit for more than an hour? Their gaze snapped back to Master, who was pulling out an old box of Chinese take-out.

He glanced at them over his shoulder. “Morning, 07.” The greeting was quick, and Master was already leaving after grabbing a fork from the drawer. “Lotta work to do, I’ll be at the forge if you need me”.

07 watched gormlessly as Master turned the corner and disappeared. Their brain took a few seconds to process what was happening. They blinked once, then twice, and then felt their knees buckle as a wave of panic hit them.

They had just STOOD there! And did NOTHING! In front of their MASTER! They didn’t have breakfast ready and there were dishes in the sink and they had just stood around while their master was right there they didn’t even bow or respond to him an-

A fit of coughing knocked them out of their spiraling. The rough sound echoed through the empty house and 07 suddenly felt very cold and very alone. They took a moment to recover and pull themselves together. Well, Master was out at the forge and breakfast seemed to be...taken care of? That meant they could clean the dishes at least. And when they were done with that they could maybe take it slow, there wasn’t much to do and what housework was left was pretty light.

07 took a deep breath and walked to the sink. Their arms ached and their vision was spotty, but they had done harder work under worse conditions. All they had to do was wash the dishes and maybe vacuum or clean the windows. Nothing they couldn’t handle. They could do this, they would be fine.

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Kai brought his hammer down onto the hot blade in front of him, sending up a spray of sparks and finally molding it into the shape he wanted. He grabbed the blade with a pair of tongs and dunked into a nearby bucket of water, waving away the cloud of smoke that emanated from the cooling metal.

Last one for the day, not bad progress he mused as he set about shutting the forge off and putting his tools back into place. It would be close but he’d probably finish up by the deadline. Hopefully he would at least. Even if he didn’t he was on good terms with the client, he could probably get away with a slight delay.

It was getting dark. Winter days were short and forging in the cold of night wasn’t something Kai was interested in. He checked his watch...6:30 pm. It was a bit early for dinner, but he had skipped lunch. Oh well, 07 probably wouldn’t mind cooking a bit earlier than usual.

Even if they did mind they probably wouldn’t say anything. The thought bothered Kai. He was still getting used to the whole...having a slave thing. All that power over someone else, it made him feel...weird. He didn’t like it. He was an idiot who shouldn’t be given responsibility over a cactus, much less a whole entire person. Still, it seemed like 07 was doing alright so maybe he wasn’t doing too badly.

Cold air rushed in after him as he entered his house. A loud noise was coming from the living room, sounded like 07 was vacuuming. Kai shot a quick glance towards the floor. Hm, it seemed like 07 vacuumed the whole house. Much as he still felt weird about having them around, Kai couldn’t deny they were a godsend. His place hadn’t been this well kept since, well since he moved in fifteen years ago.

He should find a way to thank them for all their work. Maybe a gift of some sort? Some trinket to put in their room to add a bit of decoration. He didn’t know what their aesthetic tastes were though. They liked animals...maybe something zoo themed?

Maybe they wouldn’t mind hanging a sword on their wall. Everyone likes swords right?

Kai mused to himself as took off his jacket, hanging it over his arm and making his way into the living room. Sure enough 07 was busy vacuuming the floor, their movements slow and deliberate and their focus squarely on the task at hand. Kai stood back and watched them for a bit. They looked so intense, they always did. Like every small chore was the most important thing they would ever do in their life. It was endearing, at least it would be if Kai didn’t have…less than pleasant theories regarding where that attitude came from.

As Kai watched them he noticed something was off. At a closer glance their movements were less deliberate and more…sluggish. They were hunched over, their legs were shaky, and their face was scrunched up like they were in pain.

“Hey 07, you alright?” Kai asked, walking towards them. They didn’t respond, their gaze still on the vacuum like they were in a trance. “Hey! 07!”

07’s eyes shot open and they turned abruptly towards Kai. Their sudden movement caused them to drop the vacuum handle, and it hit the ground with a dull thud. They turned to look at the vacuum, then back to Kai, then back to the vacuum before their eyes rolled into their head and they crumpled to the floor.

“SHIT!” Kai rushed to them, kneeling down next to their body and placing a hand on their forehead. Jesus fucking shit they were burning up. His mind raced, what should he do. Fuck, what should he do. Maybe...fuck it, he wasn’t taking any chances. He wrapped them in his jacket and picked them up. They were light...really fucking light. Whatever, more pressing matters at hand.

He dashed to the front door, grabbing his keys off the hook on the wall. The driveway was clear, thankfully. He gently placed 07 down in the backseat of the car, strapping them down with the seat belts so they wouldn’t roll onto the floor. Kai jammed the key into the ignition, swearing heavily as the engine stalled due to the cold. Once the vehicle started up Kai all but barreled out of the driveway and began making a beeline for the local hospital.

The roads were empty and Kai drove as fast as wasn’t suicidal. Couldn’t get 07 the help they needed if he wrapped his car around a fucking tree right? Hahahahahahahaha.

Fuck.

Kai glanced at them in the rearview mirror. They were still unconscious, but it didn’t look like they had gotten any worse. Not to Kai at least. But then again what the fuck did he know? It was perfectly fucking possible that they were dying back there and he just couldn’t tell.

“Oh fucking...DAMN IT.”

He pressed harder on the gas, he could afford to go a bit faster. It was only a few more miles to the hospital anyways. The silence in the car was starting to feel suffocating, and Kai turned on the radio just to have some noise fill the air. The rest of the drive was uneventful, and Kai found himself pulling into the hospital parking lot sooner than he expected. Well, at least something was going well.

He unbuckled the still unconscious 07 and scooped them into his arms. The parking lot was almost empty, which meant the ER wouldn’t be too busy. Another lucky break. He entered the reception area, it was empty aside from the receptionist and one other person waiting. He walked up to the desk, clearing his throat to get the receptionists attention.

“Excuse me, I need help.”

The receptionist looked up from the file she was reading, startling slightly at the sight of 07 in Kai’s arms. “Oh, um, yes, how can I help.”

“They fell unconscious in my house. They have a fever. I think they’re sick.”

Brilliant observation genius.

The receptionist nodded. “Ok, one moment”. She made a call on the intercom and two nurses showed up with a stretcher. Kai gently put 07 onto it and they were taken away. He wanted to follow but was told to wait for a doctor to get him. He didn’t argue, best leave this to the professionals.

“Excuse me sir, if you wouldn;t mind there is some information I need to get down.”

Kai turned. “Oh, yes of course.” He sat at the chair in front of the reception desk.

The talk with the receptionist was a welcome distraction. It was all basic stuff, names, insurance, nothing that Kai couldn’t provide off the top of his head. He did get a strange look when he mentioned 07’s name, but the explanation of them being a slave seemed to clear that up.

Now all he could do was wait. He sat in the reception area, mindlessly looking through his emails and social media. The almost incomprehensible stream of advertisements, news, and shitty memes proved an effective distraction until he was approached by a doctor.

“Excuse me, Mr. Kai is it?”

Kai looked up, pocketing his phone and standing. “Yes, that's me.”

“Hello. My name is Doctor Graves. I have good news, your slave, 07 right?” Kai nodded. “Well all that's wrong is a case of the flu. It seems they passed out from exhaustion. They’re still unconscious but they’re stable. We have them on some medication and they should hopefully wake up soon.”

Kai let out a breath of relief. It was just the flou, they were fine. “Thanks doc. That's good to hear”.

The doctor nodded. “You know, generally speaking it's better to let slaves rest when they are sick instead of working them too hard. Even the common cold can be dangerous if left untreated.”

Kai raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms and frowning. “Hey! I didn’t do this to them”.

“I’m sure you didn't but…”

“Listen, I didn’t know they were sick. I’ve been busy and wasn’t paying too much attention. If I had known I would have told them to take it easy.”

The doctor didn’t seem convinced. “Be that as it may, I would recommend you pay more attention to them in the future. Negligence is the number one cause of death in slaves.”

Kai sighed, dropping his arms and slumping slightly. “Yeah doc, thanks for the advice. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The doctor nodded again. “I’ll have someone let you know when they wake up.”

Kai sat back down, placing his head in his hands. The doctor was right, he had really fucked up. How could he have just...not fucking notice? 07 had been suffering for what, three days? Forcing themselves to work while they were sick and he apparently didn’t care enough to even fucking notice.

God damn it. He knew he wasn’t cut out for this shit, he knew it. 07 would be better off with anyone else, someone fucking competent. Not his dumb ass. He let out another sigh, sliding his hands down his face and letting them rest in his lap.

Well, regardless of his lack of ability 07 would be with him for at least four more months. He was sure after all this shit they’d be counting down the days they could leave for someone even slightly qualified to care for another human being. He didn’t blame them. He wouldn't want to be stuck with him either.

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07 woke slowly, consciousness having to fight through a thick haze to reach them. The first thing they noticed was a strange beeping noise, followed by the stark whiteness of the walls. This...this wasn’t their room. Where were they, where was Master? What was going on?

Piece by piece their mind began to remember what had happened. They had finished the dishes and decided to...vacuum around the house. It took longer than they expected, the noise from the vacuum made their head pound and they had to take a few breaks to gather themselves. Then Master had come in from outside and then...then.

Panic hit them like a bullet, they had passed out in front of Master. Was he angry at them? Is that why they were alone in some strange room? What...what was going to happen to them. Their breathing grew rapid and shallow. The strange beeping noise began to grow faster and more erratic. What was that? Was it bad?

They heard voices and saw people that they didn’t recognize entered the room. 07 tried to shrink away, they didn’t want to be with these people. They...they wanted Master. The strangers got closer, crowding around them. They wanted to get away, but they couldn’t. They were trapped. They were…

They were on a bed.

A bed with walls that trapped them in and people were hovering over them, grabbing at their arms and chest. Panic gave way to desperation, and they began to struggle. They tried to flail, to get their arms away from the strangers’ grip. Despite their best efforts they couldn’t get away.

“N-no…” they began to beg. “Please...no. Please...don’t.”

The strangers wouldn’t let them go. They heard voices, words coming from their mouths but they couldn’t tell what they were. The fog of fear muddled everything around them.

“Please...please. Let me go. Please”.

They screwed their eyes shut, not wanting to see what the strangers might do. A sickening sense of familiarity hit them. It was going to happen again. It was going to happen again and they didn’t want it to happen again. They didn’t want to...to…

Their arms were let go and they felt a hand rest gently on their shoulder. They tensed, waiting for the grip to turn harsh or for it to start tearing at their shirt. Instead nothing happened. 07 opened their eyes slowly and turned to see...Master Kai?

Master Kai!

He gave a small smile. “Hey there 07, how are you holding up?”

They didn’t know what to say. Their mind was still hazy and the sudden shift from panic to relief had given them whiplash. But still, their master was talking to them and they needed to say something.

“I...I...good?”

They berated themselves internally. What a clumsy and stupid response. But Master Kai didn’t seem to mind. He never seemed to mind when they were stupid.

“That's good, that's good.” He let out a small chuckle. “You gave me quite a scare you know?”

“Excuse me Mr. Kai? I would like to speak to you about a few things before we discharge your slave.”

“Oh. Alright.”

The two men began to talk and 07 laid back, closing their eyes and drowning out what was being said. It was not the place of a slave to eavesdrop or insert themselves into their master’s business. Now that the panic had worn off they found themselves feeling rather tired. They still didn’t feel great, and getting to rest a bit longer would be nice. But they had to wait, they...needed Master’s permission first.

“Mmm...may...mmmm…”

Their attempt at a question limply railed off into soft mumbling. Before they could try again they felt Master squeeze their shoulder.

“Just rest 07. I’ll wake you up when we need to head home.”

07 was asleep before he finished his sentence.

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Kai pulled into the driveway with a relieved sigh. It was nice to be back home, Kai had never liked hospitals. He shut off his car and stepped out, walking to the backseat and pulling the still asleep 07 into his arms. He didn’t have the heart to wake them up when they had been discharged.

He entered his house and walked into the living room, only to be met by the lord wiring of the vacuum cleaner. Damn, that thing had been running for...shit 7 hours? Well there goes the electricity bill. The loud noise also had the unwelcome side effect of waking 07. They stirred in his arms, blinking blearily and looking around the room.

“Aw, piss.” Kai walked over to the vacuum, shifting 07 around slightly so he could turn the damn thing off. “Shut it will ya?”

“M...Master Kai?” Their voice was rough.

“Oh, hey 07.” Kai looked down to see 07 looking at him, seemingly still disoriented. “We’re back home, hold on, I'll get you to b-your room.”

07 simply nodded, closing their eyes again and starting to nod off. God they really were tired weren’t they. That or whatever the hospital had given them was hitting them hard. Either way they’d probably be out for another day. Maybe longer. Oh well, they had earned the rest.

Kai set 07 down in their closet...room...thing. This whole situation was still weird to him. He wanted to talk to them about maybe moving to an air mattress or futon at some point but that would have to come later. One thing at a time and all that.

He tucked 07 beneath the blankets, making sure they were wrapped up tightly. The blankets were thick, but it was still a cold night and that damn draft was still going on. Fuck! He needed to get that fixed. Ugh, tomorrow he was tracking down whatever hole in the wall was causing that draft and patching it with extreme prejudice.

He shook his head slightly and left the room, walking to a storage closet and pulling out an old space heater. He put the heater down in 07’s room, plugging it in and turning it to a warm but not sweltering temperature. There, now 07 should be comfortable.

Kai stood in the room and watched 07 for a few minutes, watching for anything that might be cause for concern. Aside from a few sniffles 07 stayed sound asleep and Kai decided he was just being paranoid now. It wasn’t anything serious, just a case of the flu. Bed rest and fluids, nothing more complicated. The doctor recommended they be given at least two days to recover, and he intended to make sure they took that time to rest.

Guilt hit him again. He shouldn’t have ever let it get this bad. He needed to be more attentive, be more aware. He needed to be better. For their sake. He wasn’t going to fail someone else again.

At least, no more than he already had.

Tags: @haro-whumps @cupcakes-and-pain

#kai #07 #whump #slave whump #medical whump #sorta #i can't wait until I figure out Kai's characterization #its gonna be great #Ill be able to give him a persoanlity and everything

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the-little-crime-writer · 6 years

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Randy Kraft

Randy Stephen Kraft was born on March 19, 1945 in Long Beach, California. Apart from being particularly accident prone, Kraft seems to have had a relatively normal and conventional childhood. His family having moved to Westminster, Orange County, in 1948, Kraft developed into an active and intelligent adolescent, known for holding the conservative views typical of the area in which he was living. He graduated from Westminster High School in 1963, his academic performance putting him in the top 10 of his class, and he went on to study economics at the prestigious Claremont Men’s college.

So far, so good. It was between the ages of 18 and 20, however, that Kraft’s personality seemed to enter a confusing stage. At first he appeared resolutely conservative in his political and social outlook, joining the Reserve Officers’ Training Corps (ROTC), and throwing himself into the presidential campaign of right-wing candidate Barry Goldwater.

He was also vocal in his support for U.S. military involvement in Vietnam. Yet in 1964 he changed sides, becoming left wing in political orientation, backed by growing long hair. Furthermore, it was around this time that his sexuality went through significant transformation. By the time he was 18 he had realized that he was homosexual, and there were many campus rumours about his predilection for bondage. He began frequenting gay bars, and in 1966 he was also arrested for having offered himself sex to an undercover vice officer, he was released with a caution.

In 1968 Kraft joined the U.S. Air Force. He was only in service for a year before he was discharged on “medical grounds” in 1969, incidentally the same year that he told his family he was gay. His revelation alienated him from his conservative parents, and from now on Randy Kraft seemed to go off the rails.

Timeline of a Murder

1: December 31, 1975. Twenty-Two-year-old Mark Hall is enjoying a New Year’s Eve party in San Juan Capistrano. At some point during the evening, he meets Randy Kraft, and leaves the party with him. Hall had been drinking alcohol and his body was later found to contain traces of Diazepam and Valium.

2: Kraft and Hall travel out to the Cleveland National Forest, heading to the east end of Santiago Canyon in the Saddleback mountains. This location is about 30 miles (48km) south of San Juan Capistrano.

3: What occurred is largely based upon forensic evidence derived from Hall’s body. It appeared that Hall had been stripped and tied to a tree sapling. He was then sodomized and tortured horribly. Parts of his body were burnt with a cigarette lighter or cut with a sharp knife. His genitals were removed, and stuffed into his rectum. It is also likely that Kraft was forcibly administered more alcohol, and pushed earth and leaves into both Hall’s mouth and anus. He died at the scene of his wounds and strangulation.

4: Hall’s body was discovered on January 3, 1976. A bottle was found at the scene which had Kraft’s fingerprints on it. This was later used by prosecutors to connect Kraft with the murder.

First Victims

From the early 1970s, Kraft’s lifestyle was focused on a combination of frequent sex with various highways and beaches of southern California. Moreover, it was apparent that the manner of killing was becoming increasingly depraved. The first body, of an unknown male, was discovered on February 6, 1973 beside a freeway in Wilmington, Los Angeles, again with one of his socks pushed up his anus. The next body (another unknown male), however, had it’s genitals removed, leading to the possibility that the man simply bled to death from the mutilation, although there were also signs of strangulation. Another victim found shortly afterward had his head thrown on to Long Beach, while his torso, one leg and both arms were found in the next county on Sunset Beach. Clearly California’s gay men were being hunted by someone with monstrous appetites.

Catching a Monster

It is ironic that even as Randy Kraft was slaughtering men on a regular basis throughout California, he was actually in a semi steady with one Jeff Seelig. In 1982 he even went for counselling to try and help their relationship improve. He also had a serious relationship with Jeff Graves, a former classmate. Furthermore, Kraft found steady, respectable employment in 1975, he began working as a computer programer for Pacific Computing Systems. Balanced against this normality, however, were crimes of almost unbelievable brutality. Some serial killers focus on delivering an efficient killing without using consciously designed tortures. Randy Kraft was not one of them. Typical injuries inflicted upon his victims include castration, a variety of objects inserted into the penis or anus (of the latter, some were large as substantial tree branches several feet long), decapitations, burns from a cigarette lighter and bites to genitals and nipples.

In January 1975, a multi county police task force was formed to pursue the serial killer. Because of the nature of the crimes, police and FBI psychologists were brought in to create profiles of the potential killer. Bodies were turning up every few weeks or months, and the pressure was on to find the man responsible. Kraft did in fact briefly pass through police hands in June 1975, after he was arrested for lewd behaviour in Cherry Park. He spent five days in jail before being released, after which he resumed killing where he left off.

Despite the number of bodies, the police were still struggling to get close to the killer. Kraft was not, in fact the only serial killer operating in California during these years. In 1977, for example, Patrick Kearney was arrested and confessed to the murder of 28 young men. Such killers made investigating Kraft’s murders that much more complicated, and his killing spree would continue for another five years. In fact, it could be argued that the sheer volume of his murders made the job of the police that much harder, by producing a vast multiplicity of false leads investigating dead ends.

The ultimate break came on May 14, 1983, when officers of the California Highway Patrol pulled over someone driving erratically on the San Diego freeway. The driver was Randy Kraft and having stepped out of the car and performed badly during a sobriety test, he was arrested for drunk driving. Yet a far more serious offence related to the dead man, 25-year-old Marine Terry Gambrel, who lay in the passenger seat of the car. He had been strangled, but also had near-lethal amounts of drink and drugs in his system. Now treating the suspect with utmost caution, the police searched his car and further found a pack of polaroid photos showing dozens of apparently lifeless men, and also a sheet of paper containing what appeared to be a coded list of men murdered by Kraft. A later search of Kraft’s home produced mass of further forensic evidence, including more photographs of murder victims plus personal effects of many of the dead.

After a lengthy trial, Randy Kraft was convicted of 16 counts of murder on November 29, 1989, and he was sentenced to death. In a curious act of futile bravado, in 1922 Kraft attempted to launch a massive lawsuit against an author who painted his character in a less than favourable light. Not surprisingly, the lawsuit was rejected, and in August 2000 his death sentence was again confirmed by the Supreme Court.

Timeline of a Murderer-Known Victims of Randy Kraft

Date Victim Age Details

September 24, 1971 Wayne Joseph Dukette 30 Possibly Kraft’s oldest victim

December 24, 1972 Edward Daniel Moore 20 U.S Marine serving at Camp Pendleton; body found dumped near the 7th street exit of the 605 freeway; one sock was inserted into his anus.

February 1973 Unidentified male 18-20 Found on the Terminal Island Freeway on February 6, 1973; strangled to death.

April 1973 Unidentified male ? Found in Huntington Beach

April 1973 Unidentified male ? Body was refrigerated prior to being dumped

c. July 30, Ronnie Gene Wiebe ? Last seen at the Sportsman Bar in Los Alamitos.

December 23, 1973 Vicente Cruz Mestas 23 Discovered by hikers in the San Bernardino foothills.

June 2,1974 Malcolm Eugene Little 20 Truck driver from selma, Alabama, visiting his brother in Long Beach; murdered after being picked up while hitchhiking.

June 22, 1974 Roger E. Dickerson 20 U.S Marine; disappeared after accepting a lift to Los Angeles.

c. August 2, 1974 Thomas Paxton Lee 25 Waiter in San Pedro; body dumped in a Long Beach oil field.

August 12, 1974 Gary Wayne Cordova 23 Body found on highway in Orange County.

Late November 1974 James Reeves 19 Last seen alive leaving a gay church in Costa Mesa after Thanksgiving.

c. January 3, 1975 John W. Leras 17 Body found on Sunset Beach on January 3, 1975.

January 17, 1975 Craig Victor Jonaitis 21 Body found at Long Beach Motel on Pacific Coast Highway.

c. March 26, 1975 Keith Daven Crotwell 19 Victims head discovered on May 8 off Long Beach and other remains found the following october.

January 3, 1976 Mark H. Hall. 22 (see “Timeline of a Murder)

c. April 1978 Scott Michael Hughes 18 Murdered in Orange County.

June 10/11 1978 Roland Gerald Young 23 Thrown from a moving vehicle when dead; genitals severed and stabbed to death.

June 19, 1978 Richard Allen Keith 20 Body found in Laguna Hills in June 1978; strangled to death.

July 6, 1978 Keith Arthur Klingbeil 23 Body found on the northbound lanes of Interstate 5, near Mission Viejo, in Orange County.

November 18, 1978 Michael Joseph Inderbieten 21 Burned with a cigarette lighter and his genitals severed.

June 16, 1979 Donnie Harold Crisel 20

September 3, 1980 Robert Wyatt Loggins 19 Photos of Loggins body matched Kraft’s blood type.

January 27, 1983 Eric Herbert Church 21 Semen found on body matched Kraft’s blood type.

February 12, 1983 Geoffrey Alan Nelson 18 Body discovered in Garden Grove.

May 14, 1983 Terry Lee Gambrel 25 Body discovered in Kraft’s car when he was pulled over for driving while intoxicated.

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Basic Bio

Name: Justin Michael Zakat

Birth Date: January 16th, 2251

Age: 26 during Fallout 3, 36ish during Fallout 4

Species: Human

Gender: Cis Male

Height: 5′5″

Build: Skinny, somewhat frial

Physical traits: Astigmatism, heterochromia caused by trauma, severe plasma burns up right forearm, prosthetic right hand, small frame and stature, bad back, vague tribal tattoo on right upper arm.

SPECIAL: Strength 7 - Perception 7 (8 with four eyes trait) - Endurance 5 - Charisma 4 - Intelligence 8 - Agility 10 (12 with small frame trait) - Luck 1

Hair: Generally keeps hair shaven or in styles involving mostly shaven head. Body is slightly speckled with body hair. Generally doesn’t grow facial hair.

Ethnicity: Primary ancestry from the United States Province of Canada.

Personality: Has two general modes of interaction. Generally he is cold, dismissive, will only give you one word responses or as little as possible. He wont be rude, but he just doesn’t work well with people. Justin, however, is addicted to mentats. When he’s high on Mentats to any degree, he is much more congenial. Not happy, but certainly looks it at times.

Allegiance: Enclave (Formerly)

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Place of Birth: Somewhere in California

Spoken Languages: English, some Chinese

Eye Color: Right blue, left brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

Weight: 145

Weapons of Choice: Besides the fists of a power armor suit, Justin enjoys using his 45 auto pistol and a power fist when on foot.

Skills: Tinkering, working on power armor, operating power armor, being an asshole

Strengths: Very agile and flexible, trained in kickboxing and MMA to a lesser degree, fully trained soldier for the Enclave.

Weaknesses: Weak back from starting power armor training at too young of an age, cannot carry as much as most others his size and weight. Suffers from PTSD, his triggers are generally plasma explosive related, but is instantly distraught from the sight of a T-45 helmet. Smoll boi.

((IC part))

I was a soldier since I was a child for the Enclave, it was my life, and my parent's life. I was born into it, and I expected my kids to be born into it too. Fate had other ideas. When the Enclave rose in the Captital Wasteland I was proud to serve. By the age of 22, I was made a squadron leader, and by 25 I made a batallion commander. When I turned 26 was when the Enclave came forward in DC. That's when everything changed. I lost everything in the blink of an eye. The older members of Raven Rock said how this was fitting. For the Enclave and the Brotherhood to meet yet again. We lost. We lost majorly. When Raven Rock was destroyed, I nearly died defending the entrance from that damn robot of theirs. I survived because I was in a medical tent at the time of the explosion, a sniper clipped my gun and caused it to explode. When the shock wore off I got to see the last bit of my hand dissolving in a puddle of plasma. I survived though, and I kept working. I was made Colonel due to the Enclave having no leadership left and commanded many operations out of a basement somewhere south of DC while the real Enclave fought out of some giant tank thing at But just like Raven Rock, the only home I knew, the crawler too met an end. With the true leadership and Squad Sigma gone, just like that, we had no choice. The Brotherhood took everything from me, and left me to run with what little I could carry. I ran. With the last loyal soldiers I could muster. We ditched our uniforms, our flags, and took up waster outfits. We were still loyal to this country and the Enclave, but the time of proud soldiers was gone. It was now the time for cults, and the Brotherhood. That lasted until about two years ago. A Brotherhood agent ran into me on the marketplace of Rivet City. It was a normal encounter, until he saw my missing hand and scars. Of all the people it had to be? It was the sniper that took my hand. He attempted to arrest me, which turned into a firefight in the marketplace between my soldiers and Rivet City security. Only me and Christine Kang made it out. Kang was a good soldier, but more importantly she was smart. She ran when she realized the fight was lost. She and I knew that the Enclave wouldn't have a chance to come back if we all died there. We didn't get far. Made it to the metro station before a vertibird's spotlights zero'd us, then a pair of power armored boyscouts marched up to us. We'd lost that day. Well I lost. When I turned to look for Kang, she was gone. I never did find out where she went.

Life in the Brotherhood jail cell was as you'd expect. Getting spit on, saying how they wished both of my hands were melted, hearing them ridicule John Henry Eden for being a robot. Maybe he was an AI. I never did see our president's face. But you know what? Who gives a shit. He led his people like a true leader. It was that ass hat Augustus Autumn that fucked things up. I got spit on a lot for him too, despite never liking the guy. I spent a long time in that cell. I hear it was a little under a year but it honestly felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of having my head forcefully shaved at random points, getting beaten and left unconscious on the floor, being stripped during cold nights. Compared to losing my hand, this was nothing.

One day, about twelve ago I guess, one of their robe wearing dickheads came in to talk to me. She asked what I wanted for my last meal. I was surprised at first. All this time, and now they suddenly wanted to execute me? It was strange. I told her to fuck off, and she did. But then someone else came in. Someone I didn't think to see. They were invisible as they opened the door. When they came into sight, it was a ghoul in some kind of stealth armor. He bowed to me, and introduced himself. Well he sort of introduced himself. He said he represented someone who needed to hire me. I would have asked who, but honestly? An invisible ghoul fucking walked into my cell and said he wanted to hire me. I was a little bit dumbfounded. He explained that the Brotherhood are preparing some kind of aerial exodus, and that they were going to execute me so they didn't have to bother making a cell for me. At that point... I said yes. He hadn't even told me what it was, but fuck it. If he wanted to get me out of death, to help me see the world again, I didn't care what I was doing. In hind sight. I should have actually heard his offer. As he explained things, I started to realize who he was. He wasn't an American. He was a ghoul from China. He explained that he was tasked by his employers to destroy some target, an extremely advanced pseudo society of scientists and other dickheads with tech who are conducting operations far up the coast and they simply didn't have the kind of people to do it. He seemed to hint that this target was unreachable. I kinda think he meant it was extremely defended or something, that a full front attack was suicide. He wanted me to go to this place and find a way to help his mission. I had already agreed, and I kept the good, American standard of keeping to my word, so I told him I was ready. He laughed since... I only had my underwear on me, but knew what I meant. After a year of being mostly naked you kinda forget about modesty and shit like that.

As I stood, the ghoul agent turned and spoke some foreign words over his radio I assume. And with one swift, loud slam, the wall in front of me, the wall that led to freedom, fell over. The agent pushed me through and told me to run, and god did I. The thing that toppled the wall was an old, pre-war car. A working one, which is extremely amazing in itself. I jumped onto the trunk and the car drove off. I never did find out what happened to that Chinese Ghoul. The Enclave in me told me to hate them, but honestly? I don't think China survived either. I think these guys are just like what the Enclave was at it's core. A group of people, banding together to help fix America. Maybe they didn't chose it willingly, maybe they got trapped here before the war. It didn't matter to me. When I meet our next President, I am going to make sure they get a pardon, and maybe even citizenship. They just helped keep the American Dream alive.

Eventually, they stopped when we were safe and let me get into the car's inside area as we drove. The trip took almost an entire day, since what used to be Philadelphia kinda got fucked up by Raiders. When we finally arrived, the Chinese ghouls opened the trunk, put two large crates on the floor, then bowed to me. I don't think they spoke English honestly. They said a few words, probably in Chinese, then got in their car and left. I've not seen them since, but I know they will come back when I do the job. And do the job I will. No Enclave soldier simply backs down from a fight.

#Fallout OC #Enclave OC #Fallout 4 #falloutoclgbt

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csadler58-blog · 6 years

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Ups and Downs

I have always been one to react to traumatic situations differently. I have a tendency to act fine in the beginning and then all the sudden days, weeks, even months later, I break down and it’s never pretty. For the first 6 months-1 year of having diabetes, I did AWESOME! Always checked my sugars, (4 times a day) ate breakfast, lunch, dinner and all my snacks at the same time every day, and always counted and measured EVERYTHING. My mom was more than I could have ever asked for in a parent. She got up early every morning before work and school and made me breakfast. Measured my cereal, milk, juice, fruit, all of it. She packed my lunches, and always cooked my dinners in the same manner. I learned from the beginning to do my own shots. (My mom was terrified of needles, she even took a class for new diabetic parents where they had to check their sugars and take saline shots for I think it was a week, and she would start sweating and shaking every time. 😂) So not only was I taking on the responsibility of the disease in itself, but I was always in charge of giving my own meds. In retrospect, it was a lot to take on at such a young age, and I should have let more people help me, but I was super stubborn lol. It’s a blessing and a curse! So anyway, about a year passes and I officially got into middle school. (I was in 6th grade when I was diagnosed and turned 12 the next January after the hospital stay.) With the stresses of middle school, sports, hormones, and also the fact that I was getting a new sibling, (yay!!!) I lost it. I started getting very angry and depressed, although at the time I didn’t know what was going on. One day at school, I just completely lost my marbles and drew a line on my wrist with red marker and said when I got home, that was what I was going to do. That was the beginning of my mental illness. I spent about a week in OSU Harding Hospital, which to most would be called the looney bin. 😂 I was diagnosed with major depression, ADD, and borderline personality disorder, which was later just dropped to major depressive disorder over the years. I later developed a hair pulling anxiety disorder called trichotellamania and it caused me a lot of problems in high school because at a certain time I had no hair on the top of my head and I had also pulled out all my eyelashes on the top and bottom and my eyebrows as well. I wore scarves to cover my head and even had to get special permission from the principal because student weren’t aloud to wear anything on their heads unless it was for religious purposes. (This mostly pertained to Muslim and Arab girls who wore the scarves around their faces and heads to cover their hair.) It was a really hard time in my life and I was put on a lot of different medications. Depokote for mood swings, Prozac for the depression, Anafranil for anxiety and Concerta for concentration. After a year I was taken off Prozac and was put on Zoloft, which is the only one of these meds I still take now.

That was the first of 3 different hospitalizations at Harding Hospital. It was around that first hospitalization that I really started to neglect my sugars. I also ended up being diagnosed with hypertension at age 14 and was put on Lisinopril. It was like pulling teeth getting me to check my sugars, to take my insulin and also to take my pills. One thing I remember vividly from my childhood was my moms voice screaming, “TAKE YOUR PILLS!!!” 😂 I would even make up sugars and just write them down in my log book right before my appts with Doctor Sotos so I wouldn’t get yelled at. 😳🙄 When my a1c blood work would come back, they would know I was lying. This would eventually cause Doctor Sotos to drop me as his patient when I was 18 for noncompliance. It would later be one of the biggest regrets of my life losing him as an endocrinologist, as I never again found one I liked as well as him. The more I was asked to take care of myself, the more I wouldn’t. This behavior put me in the regular hospital, OFTEN. In middle and high school, it wasn’t so bad up until 11-12th grade. But all throughout school, I used my diabetes as an excuse to get away with EVERYTHING. Always getting out of class, used it to borrow money from people all the time to get snacks I didn’t need to have, to get out of marching when I was in band.. you name it, I did it. I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. My mom was very strict with me but her and I had a very tumultuous relationship when I was teenager. Whatever she asked or told me to do, I did the exact opposite just to spite her. We fought constantly and every single day I regret all the things I’ve put her through. I was very mean, and hateful to EVERYONE except the people that didn’t matter. It was an awful time for me. When I was 18 I quit school and also quit my meds including my insulin on most days. I do believe that was the year I was hospitalized every single month of the year with diabetic ketoacidosis. Ketoacidosis is something that people with diabetes get when they have long term bouts of high blood sugars. It causes flu like symptoms which include fevers, dehydration, nausea, vomiting and diarrhea. (TMI I KNOW, but necessary and important in the story. Deal with it 😂) When I was 19, that’s when I started drinking pretty heavily. I also ended up pregnant with my son Aden that year. I was a high risk pregnancy both because of my diabetes and because of my hypertension, so I should have been going to a specialized doctor every two weeks. I NEVER went to the doctor. I had a lot of complications, including bleeding, I also caught pneumonia and my sugars continued to be all over the place. Everyone in my family was getting fed up.

At 20 years old, I was 5 months pregnant and still completely in denial that I needed to grow up. My mom and I had a huge fight (I don’t remember what it was over) and she gave me an ultimatum. She said I needed to either get a job and start taking care of myself for me and my child, or I needed to leave. I was so hard headed, that I told her I would rather live in a shelter than listen to anything she said to me- so that’s exactly what I did. I only ended up there for about a week, maybe 10 days, and then I got a bus pass and road to my moms work, and BEGGED her to take me back in. I swore I would change and that I would do the right thing. Little did I know, the damage had been done. I never got a job, although I filled an application or two out on occasion to keep my family off my back. On May 7, 2008 I went into labor with my son, and it was the worst experience of my life, even worse than being on dialysis or having to get a transplant. I have expressed my sorrow before to others and on social media, and I know for a long time people didn’t believe I was truly pregnant or had a child because of how secretive I was about the whole thing. There were reasons for that in which I will not elaborate on, but it was real, and the pain I felt, the tears I shed and the loss I experienced were not imagined or made up. I was in ketoacidosis when I got to the hospital, and so when I went into ICU and I had been stabilized, and taken to the maternity floor, they couldn’t find a heartbeat for the baby. When I saw the still, silent screen and they told me the reality I never imagined I’d have to face, I had never and probably will never feel that type of emptiness again. My heart sank to my feet, and I just sat there with tears streaming down my still, emotionless face. The image of that screen will forever be burned into my brain. On May 8, I delivered my stillborn son, Aden Bryce Sadler. I held him in my arms for quite some time after all was said and done. I have never talked about the things I said to my son that day or what I am going to describe next TO ANYONE, but I feel it’s time. Part of the reason I’m doing this blog is because I need to get everything out and forgive myself for the mistakes I’ve made. Everything I’ve done, wrong and right has brought me to where I am and no matter which angle you look from, I’m blessed to be alive and considering my situation, things could be a lot worse. DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU ARE EASILY EMOTIONAL, AS I CRIED WRITING THIS.. They wrapped him in a little blue and white stripped blanket, with a blue hat. I remember the color of his poor lifeless face and the hat were almost the same. He had my lips and the shape of my eyes, with long eyelashes just like mine. Dark hair that poked out of the sides of his hat, but only wavy, not ringlets like I had when I was born. He had his fathers nose, and big ol’ head, haha. I had never seen a creature so beautiful and I’d never felt so much love and so much sadness at the same time. I couldn’t tell you how many times I kissed him and rocked him close to my body, as I knew it would be the first and last time I ever would. All I could say in that moment where time stood still was this, “I’m so sorry, I love you so much. I’m so so sorry.” I just kept repeating it over and over again. The nurse came in and told me it was time. It felt like it had only been a moment and she practically had to pry him from me. I cried until I had no more tears, so long and hard that I dry heaved a few times. The worst part about it, was that I was completely alone. I was completely alone and the reason was because I pushed everyone away and locked them all out. For the first time I realized how wrong I had been, but I had too much pride to admit it. I went on for the next two months like nothing was wrong, until I got sick, and this time a simple hospital stay wouldn’t cut it. This was the first time I hit rock bottom.

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Chapter 3

“I am here, dattebayo” Naruto kneeled down and his blue eyes widened the moment they met the familiar onyx ones; those beautiful doll-like eyes. The porcelain skin that was now covered in soot and the night sky dark hair. That could be no one else but Uchiha Sasuke. His old lab partner back in high school.

“Are you alright?” Naruto shook his head to wake himself up. There was no time to get all nostalgic.

He approached the raven. Sasuke seemed to have gotten smaller and thinner, or maybe it was just Naruto who had gotten taller and well..More muscular.

“My leg” Sasuke said, Naruto looked at the wood stuck in the thigh. It looked painful it probably was. Naruto crawled under the metal table. The raven coughed loudly, covering his mouth and nose with his arm. Naruto looked at the lab coat. He grabbed the white sleeve of the right arm and ripped it out,wrapping it around the leg to stop it from bleeding out.

“Hold on to me, can you do that?” Naruto put an arm under Sasuke’s knees and another one on his back. Sasuke nodded weakly.

“Let’s get you out of here, dattebayo” Naruto pulled Sasuke towards him and titled him up.The grip of the raven was weak and his head was buried in the blond’s neck.

“Kiba, I got him!” He could see his team clear the way.

“Good job, Naruto!” Kiba said as they cleared the way. They walked out of the building and jogged towards the grassfield, away from the dangers of the fire.

“Sempai!!” The red haired woman looked relieved, tears were appearing in his eyes. “Thanks goodness!”

“Uhm thank Uzumaki over here” Kiba joked.

“Stop playing the hero and get your asses here to help control the fire!”

Naruto chuckled hearing Tenten scolding them. “Owh owh Sasuke, what kind of a mess did you make” Naruto looked down at the man in his arms. It had been eight years. Eight years since they had seen one another, talked even. The raven hair had gotten longer, he had small eye bags now, maybe he didn’t get enough sleep or he had gotten older. It didn’t matter, he was as beautiful as ever. He coughed when Naruto set him down by the medics. The raven looked at the grass,he was probably still in shock.

“Hey” Naruto cupped Sasuke’s chin and forced the raven to look at him, “Shit happens. It is alright..I will fix it” he said taking his helmet off. “I became a firefighter after all” he put the helmet on top of Sasuke and couldn’t believe his eyes seeing the familiar arrogant eye roll. “You haven’t changed a bit” Naruto smiled and jogged to aid the others.

It took several hours for the firefighters to get control over the fire, but they managed it. Once the fire was gone it was clear that everything on the second floor, and that entire side of the university for that matter was burned. But the good thing was that nobody died and only one got injured.

“Hey” Naruto walked towards Sasuke. They had cut off his pants to get to the wound. Bandage was wrapped around it. “New fashion sense?” He scratched the back of his head. He felt nervous around the raven and yet ..Sort of happy.

“Seems yours haven’t changed. Hideous orange jacket. Isn’t it supposed to be yellow like the others?” Sasuke looked at the other firefighters.

“It is a...It is a inside joke” Naruto stated.

“The inside joke being you?” Sasuke raised an arrogant eyebrow.

“Yeah, you are right I should probably take it off”

Naruto took the top off and also his shirt

“Yup totally an inside joke, dattebayo” Naruto grinned, seeing the raven turn his head away from his abbs was worth every minute he spent working out.

“So, I heard there was an explosion” Naruto squatted in front of Sasuke, putting one hand on Sasuke’s exposed knee. The Uchiha chuckled.

“Fire or an explosion. Well, it was an explosion and then a fire” He scoffed.

“You seem pale. When was the last time you ate something?” Naruto asked, looking worried.

“I listened. I lost weight, remember” Sasuke joked

“Seriously” Naruto’s narrowed his eyes when it locked with Sasuke’s.

“I had crackers around..Noon. I don’t feel hungry”

“That is because your mind is too occupied with what happened. You have to eat something before you faint” Naruto stood up and stretched himself.“ Is there anyone you can call to pick you up? Your parents? Uhm..Your brother? ...A spouse?”

“No” Sasuke shook his head slightly.

“Wait, is that a no to the call or to you being in a relationship”

Sasuke frowned slightly by Naruto’s words and looked up.

“Are you asking me if I am single?” It seemed he caught on to the firefighters smooth attempt of asking.

‘No” Naruto immediately said, but the Uchiha didn’t seem convinced at all,”maybe...Yes…” The blond scratched his scarred cheek.

“Naruto” Sasuke said his name seriously, “It is not usual of me to ask..So..” he looked up and swallowed loudly, “can you stay with me...For a few hours?”

The blue eyes widened. It was indeed unusual, the Uchiha was always too proud to ask for anything from anyone. He could only imagine how much the raven needed this. He leaned in and cupped Sasuke’s cheek in his hand, stroking his cheek bone with his thumb.

“Of course” he said, nodding slightly. He suddenly felt a forehead bump into his, forcing him to back off and rub his head, “what the fuck, bastard!”

“Stop pretending I am a kitten you saved from a tree! Shorty-” Sasuke stopped talking seeing an immediate smug smile on Naruto’s face.

“What? What? I can’t hear you over my glorious height” He put his hand behind his ear.

“Dumbass!” Sasuke pointed an accusing finger towards Naruto, his eyes suddenly sparkled like he had an epiphany, “Dummy”

“You didn’t change one bit, dattebayo” Naruto said those words in a negative tone. “Where do you live?” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not far from here” Sasuke got up.

“Can you walk with that leg?” Naruto seemed concerned.

“It is not that deep, the medic said as long as I don’t overdo it. It should heal fast”

“I can carry you-”

“You have made that clear already, but I don’t need to be carried around” Sasuke interrupted him.

“Always playing tough” Naruto smiled, “typical bastard”

“Oi Uzumaki! Ready for pasta!” Kiba put his arm on Naruto’s shoulder before looking at Sasuke. “Oh, how are you doing?”

“I am fine” Sasuke immediately said.

“You know each other?” Kiba looked from Naruto to Sasuke and then back at Naruto. “Yes, he was my high school lab partner” Naruto smiled slightly.

“Oh the one with-” the firefighter immediately wrapped his hand around Kiba’s mouth, preventing him from saying another word.

“No pasta night for me! I am going to take him home! Tell everyone I said bye!” Naruto pushed Kiba towards the fire truck.

“Oi, Naruto ain’t coming he is getting laid tonight!” Kiba shouted before turning his head to his friend and giving him the middle finger. The blond turned his head to Sasuke, running his hand through his hair.

“Uhm..He is always like that….Trying to badmouth me” Naruto said.

“Hmm..Sounds to me you do have a thing for ‘god thanks I am alive sex’. You fuck the people you save?” Naruto was confused, it almost seemed Sasuke was serious not sarcastic.

“No..No, I don’t do that!” he put his hands up like he was showing his innocence.

“I can’t believe you were that same short, skinny dummy from high school”

“Hey, I didn’t cause a lab to explode” Naruto regretted his words immediately, seeing Sasuke’s expression darkened. “I am sorry, dattebayo”

“It wasn’t my fault. Try and error, bitch!”

“I recall you said the exact same thing in high school” Naruto laughed and wrapped his arm around Sasuke’s waist, “let me help you get home, dattebayo”

“Can you wear a shirt? I get cold just by looking at you” Sasuke looked away once again. Naruto sniggered.

“I thought you were getting hot-”

“Don’t even!” Sasuke warned immediately, though the red shade on his cheeks were undeniable.

Oxoxoxoxox

Sasuke grabbed the keys to his apartment from his lab coat, opening the door.

“Welcome to my tiny apartment, it is a bit messy” Sasuke warned ahead. Naruto supported Sasuke all the way to the couch. Once the raven was seated the blond looked around him and only saw a bunch of books on the counter...Where was this mess Sasuke was talking about?

“Bit messy? What do you call clean?” Naruto asked, sitting down next to Sasuke. “You want something to drink..Or eat?” Sasuke asked.

“Speaking of food, you should eat” Naruto got up, “It is alright if I look around?” he was already on it without waiting for an answer.

“Go ahead,I guess” Sasuke shook his head thanks to the idiot.

“Eeey~ bastard, I thought you hated beer!” Naruto said, seeing a six pack in the fridge. That was all together with a bowl of salad.

“No wonder you got so skinny, if this is how you live” Naruto grabbed a beer before closing the fridge.

“I am average in weight, Dummy” Sasuke hissed.

“I can order a pizza. I have remembered Domino’s telephone number, dattebayo”

“Not something to be proud of” Sasuke said. Naruto rolled his eyes grabbing his phone and ordering the pizza.

“Can I get you something to drink from your own empty kitchen”

“Listen,I wanted to go grocery shopping today, but...Things got heated” Sasuke had a small smile on his face, “let that sink in, you will get it”

“It took me 8 years to get the ‘fired’ pun” the blond grabbed another bottle of beer from the fridge before sitting next to Sasuke and handing him to bottle.

“Eight years...It felt like yesterday when we graduated” Sasuke sighed, opening the bottle, using the corner of the coffee table.

“Time flies...Or maybe we get better at remembering” Naruto put his arm over the couch.

“It is funny...You have changed so much...And yet when I looked at you. I recognised you right away” Sasuke said.

“And you thought, who brought his fucker here?”Naruto chuckled.

“It is weird...I felt immediately saved”

Naruto felt his heart skip a beat. Did Sasuke just acknowledged him.

“I am actually very proud of you. You became what you wanted to be” Sasuke raised his bottle, “cheers on that”.

“Cheers…” Naruto said.

“And if you ever tell anyone I said that. Nobody is ever going to believe you, Dummy”

“Hey, Sasuke...Speaking of graduation...Do you remember uhm...The last time we talked. After the ceremony”

The raven conformingly nodded.

“I remember you looked beautiful and you told me you never thought I would get this far. You said mockingly before you just...You just shut up and looked at me...And I always thought, I should have kissed you...But I was afraid-”

“Your point being?” Sasuke asked directly.

“Did you...Or didn’t you...Wanted me to kiss you back then?” Naruto couldn’t believe he felt actually nervous. The raven had this grin on his face before taking a sip of his drink.

“I…” He was obviously teasing, answering this slow, “I wanted you to kiss me, but you didn’t”

“Damn it! I knew it” Naruto cursed slightly.

“I was really hinting all throughout senior year that I liked you” Sasuke couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly, “I went as far as to draw little heart in your notebook so you knew”

“I thought you were doodling to annoy me, dattebayo!” Naruto shook his head.

“I just figured you weren’t into guys after you were so oblivious” Sasuke shook his head, “I am getting nostalgic”

“Me too...I wonder how things would have been if I had kissed you that day”

“I can’t travel back in time or jump in an alternative universe” Sasuke slightly leaned in,”However, I can show you what you missed out on because...I am not in a relationship”

Naruto scoffed, the Uchiha always managed to make him feel or get reminded of how stupid his can be.

“I can live with that” Naruto whispered feeling Sasuke’s lips on his. The blond closed in, wrapping one arm around the Uchiha’s waist, pulling him closer. His hand was on the other man’s cheek. He deepened the kiss, feeling Sasuke’s hand moving from the blond’s chest to his shoulder.

The doorbell rung and the blond broke the kiss, smiling like the idiot he was.

“I can’t believe it, so you are bad at something, dattebayo” he got up to open the door, leaving Sasuke on the couch who glared at Naruto.

“Pizza is here”

“What do you mean I am bad at kissing?” Sasuke asked it seriously and yet….Competitively.

“I guess I just became a better kisser than you, dattebayo” Naruto sat down.

“No, no..I am not a bad kisser, I am going to proof that to you”

The blond laughed when his back was pressed against the couch while the raven was sitting on top of him.

“Ha, you can be so predictable, dattebayo!” Naruto looked at the the dark eyes.

“....I feel doubly betrayed now” Sasuke frowned, he seemed confused.

“Don’t...I think it is kinda cute” Naruto moved his torso up.

“I don’t mean to be cute, I am trying to be fucking sexy here” The current expression on Sasuke’s face was the closest Naruto would ever see him get to a pouting face.

“You are fucking sexy too” Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s middle,“Hey, do you remember our deal?”

“What deal?” Sasuke asked.

“The one we made back in highschool” Naruto reminded the raven. Sasuke seemed to be thinking deeply, but the moment his eyes widened Naruto knew he had remembered.

“You know I wasn’t serious. We were honry teenagers...Aren’t things different now?”

“..Well...I am also a honry adult” Naruto admitted,”Nah, I was just joking. Forget that deal, it is expired”

“Such a pity” Sasuke had smirk on his face,” because I was really in a thank-god-I-am-Alive-Sex mood”

“Well, in that case” Naruto tried to kiss Sasuke, but the Uchiha blocked him with his hand.

“The Pizza’s getting cold”

“I know something else that is getting blue...Dattebayo” Naruto muttered.

“I heard that” Sasuke said.

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How A $50 Meth Deal And A Botched SWAT Raid Left A Baby Maimed

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How A $50 Meth Deal And A Botched SWAT Raid Left A Baby Maimed

When police raided a suburban Georgia home, looking for drugs and weapons, a stun grenade would leave a 19-month-old fighting for his life and his family facing more than $1 million in medical debt. The story of Baby Bou Bou and the commando cops. [Warning: Graphic Images]

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At 2:30 a.m., Habersham County SWAT busted in the door at 182 Lakeview Heights Circle in Cornelia, Georgia. Seconds later, a flash and a bang rang out inside the house.

The cops and the family of five adults and three kids converged on each other in the front room. The only family member that didn’t run toward the commotion was 19-month-old Bou Bou Phonesavanh, sleeping in a playpen six feet from the front door. The stun grenade that an officer had thrown detonated inside baby Bou Bou’s crib.

Bou Bou’s father, Bounkham Phonesavanh, entered the room and saw the blood on his son’s crib.

He saw blood on an officer standing over his son.

Then Bounkham was tackled to the ground, put in a chokehold, and handcuffed.

The mother, Alecia Phonesavanh, tried to get to her 19-month-old who was crying out.

“Please! He’s scared! He needs me,” Alecia pleaded with police.

A SWAT officer swooped Bou Bou up before Alecia could get to him and brought him outside into the driveway.

Bou Bou’s mother and father were told over and over by SWAT to “shut up and sit down! Shut up and sit down!”

It was early on the morning of May 28, 2014, and the Phonesavanh family was supposed to leave Georgia for good the very next day. They would end up staying another month and a half.

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Why did cops kick in the door of a house in a quiet Georgia suburb occupied by a family that included four children under the age of 8?

According to Habersham County police intelligence, 182 Lakeview Heights Circle was also the home of Wanis Thonetheva, a low-level drug dealer and Bounkham Phonesavanh’s nephew.

The day before the raid, Thonetheva sold $50 of methamphetamine to an informant in the driveway of 182 Lakeview Heights Circle. Following the successful drug buy, special agent Deputy Nikki Fautry drew up an affidavit for a warrant to raid the house at that address and arrest Thonetheva.

Because of a prior assault weapons charge against Thonetheva — and what would turn out to be bad police intelligence that there were multiple armed men guarding the home — a Habersham County judge signed off on a “no knock warrant” — giving the cops clearance to descend on the house, kick the door in, and use diversionary tactics like a flash-bang grenade without warning. According to the incident report obtained by BuzzFeed News, the police intelligence also said that there were no children at the residence.

Police would find no armed men, no drugs, no guns, and no Thonetheva at 182 Lakeview Heights Circle.

Ten minutes after the raid, the ambulance still hadn’t arrived on the scene to help her son, Alecia Phonesavanh told BuzzFeed News.

She and her husband and their three daughters had been taken out of the house and told to sit at the end of the driveway. Officers shielded Baby Bou Bou from their view.

“I was devastated as a mother because I couldn’t get to him. I couldn’t do anything for him,” Alecia said.

Her husband Bounkham, helpless and handcuffed, begged the officers to tell him what was going on.

“The officer walked toward my husband like he was going to kick him, telling him to shut up and be quiet or he would go to jail,” Alecia said.

Finally, the paramedics arrived to take Bou Bou. His parents were not allowed to go to the hospital with him. As the ambulance drove away, Bounkham and Alecia were taken to the back of the house to be interrogated by the Mountain Judicial Circuit Narcotics Criminal Investigation and Suppression team, the narcotics officers who were looking for Thonetheva.

Alecia was questioned first. The officer asked her if she knew why they were there and started asking her about Thonetheva.

“I told him, no, I don’t understand what’s going on. We didn’t do anything wrong,” Alecia said. “I told him, I don’t know anything about my husband’s nephew. He was never there.”

The NCIS officer brought in her husband. The officer said they had a warrant for his nephew’s arrest. Bounkham told the interrogator that Thonetheva didn’t even live here.

Hours later, Thonetheva was arrested a few doors down the street at the house where he actually stayed. The cops knocked on the front door and arrested Thonetheva peacefully when he came out. There was no kicking in the door, there were no flash-bang grenades. Thonetheva was later charged with distribution of narcotics for the $50 in meth he sold to the confidential informant.

Alecia and Bounkham were held at the scene for almost three hours after Bou Bou was hurt. At around 5:30 a.m., they were given a piece of paper with an address for an Atlanta hospital and told they could go pick up their 19-month-old son. They weren’t given any other information about Bou Bou other than he was “taken for observation.” The parents and their three daughters drove two hours from Cornelia to Atlanta.

They didn’t know if Bou Bou was alive or dead.

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How did this family end up living in a home that became the target of a middle-of-the-night drug raid with cops believing they might be armed and dangerous?

Prior to coming to coming to Georgia, the Phonesavanh family called Janesville, Wisconsin, home.

Earlier this year, Alecia, who is white, and Bounkham, who is Laotian, celebrated their 10-year wedding anniversary.

In Wisconsin, Alecia worked as a full-time nurse caring for elderly and disabled people. She worked 16-hour days, sometimes seven days a week to support the family.

Bounkham stayed at home and cared for the couple’s three daughters — ages 3, 5, and 7 — baby Bou Bou, and Alecia’s mentally disabled brother.

In March, a fire broke out and their Janesville house accidentally burned to ground, leaving them homeless.

For the past couple of years, Bounkham’s sister in Georgia had been asking the couple to come down and help her refinance her mortgage. She didn’t speak English well and could benefit from their help in negotiating the deal. With nowhere to go after the fire, Bounkham and Alecia decided it would be a good idea — they would have a free place to stay with his sister while they helped her, while also getting themselves back on their feet.

Six weeks went by in Cornelia, Georgia, and then Thonetheva started to come around. He was Bounkham’s sister’s son, but hadn’t lived at her home for over a year according to the family. Bounkham got a bad feeling about Thonetheva right away. And his sister told him that Thonetheva had recently stolen from her.

Bounkham decided that if Thonetheva was going to be hanging around the house, then it was time for his family to go back to Wisconsin.

The day before the raid, Bounkham was at the house at 182 Lakeview Heights Circle when he witnessed Thonetheva hanging out in the driveway. He noticed a bunch of people coming and going. He was nervous — he sensed drug-related activity was going on but says he never saw any drugs.

Luckily, he thought at the time, Bounkham had booked a U-Haul and the family was set to pack up and leave for Wisconsin.

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Hours after the raid, Alecia and her family finally arrived at the hospital in Atlanta. She was the only one allowed to go in and see Bou Bou.

The 19-month-old was in a medically induced coma and had been intubated. His face was covered because his nose had been blown off by the flash-bang grenade that landed in his playpen. His chest was also blown open. His left nipple was gone. He had burns on most of his body.

“No mother should have to ever see her child that way,” Alecia said.

Bou Bou spent the next month and half in two different hospitals. He spent ample time in and out of the burn unit and underwent multiple reconstructive surgeries on his face and chest.

Initially, no charges were brought against any of the officers involved in the raid. It would not be until the family’s lawyers petitioned the Habersham County district attorney that a grand jury investigation would be opened to investigate what happened during the raid on May 28.

A 23-person grand jury spent six days hearing testimony from the responding officers and Habersham County Sheriff Joey Terrill. They reviewed photo and audio evidence from the scene. They received a statement from Alecia Phonesavanh. Multiple attorneys were assigned to the case, with prosecutor Brian Rickham leading the presentation to grand jury.

Meanwhile, the deputy who secured the warrant for the raid on 182 Lakeview Heights Circle, Nikki Autry, resigned in June.

Then, a week before the grand jury’s decision, the Mountain NCIS team responsible for the bad intelligence on the house was disbanded and the investigation was reassigned to another drug task force. Prior to the Baby Bou Bou tragedy, the now-defunct NCIS team was facing a history of sloppy investigation that caused innocent casualties. The unit was also involved in at least one other botched drug raid that caused the accidental death of a young pastor in 2009.

The 15-page report presented on Monday, Oct. 6, 2014, by the grand jury called the investigation and raid “hurried, sloppy and unfortunately not in accordance with the best practices and procedures.”

At the same time, the report commended the officers (calling them “well intentioned”) and pointed out that the police, along with the family, are ailing from the incident. On the police, the grand jury wrote, “Rather than seeing un-feeling or un-caring robots, what has not been seen before by others and talked or written about, is that these individuals are suffering as well.”

On the Phonesavanh family, the grand jury wrote, “the evidence shows that the children were in danger from the moment they moved into the residence and the parents and extended family had some degree of knowledge concerning family members involved in criminal activity.”

“There is evidence that [the Phonesavanh family] were aware of criminal activity and drug sales on the part of persons at the residence, and specifically Wanis Thonetheva.”

Ultimately, the grand jury decided no criminal charges should be made against any of the cops that raided the house. The grand jury also said that the “no knock warrant” — which prompted the use of the flash-bang grenade that maimed Bou Bou — was justified given Thonetheva’s criminal past.

The Phonesavanh’s lawyer, Mawuli Davis, received the grand jury’s report the night before it was made public — he didn’t know how to explain the contents of it to Bou Bou’s parents, Bounkham and Alecia. “I could not explain to them why the law didn’t apply to them,” Davis told BuzzFeed News.

The next day at a press conference, Davis excoriated the actions of the grand jury, stating that they were protecting the officers who lived in the tight-knit Georgia community. “They’ve decided to stand on the side of their neighbor, their friend, the people they know.”

Representatives for Bounkham and Alecia read statements at the press conference that called the grand jury’s decision “devastating,” “unbelievable.”

For the Phonesavanh family, what is as discouraging as the contents in the grand jury’s report is what was omitted. For one, it makes no mention of the fact that Thonetheva was arrested without incident a few hours later at a different house — begging the question of why the mistakes in police intelligence and the officers’ actions at 182 Lakeview Heights Circle were not considered reckless in the eyes of the grand jury.

“The subject of the warrant was apprehended at his original place of residence. He was apprehended by a knock on the door,” family spokesman Marcus Coleman said at the press conference. “Why wasn’t he considered armed and dangerous at location B?”

The U.S. attorney for Northern Georgia told BuzzFeed News last week that she is taking up the case. Davis said that he will continue to seek charges brought against the deputy who obtained the “no knock warrant” and the officer who threw the flash-bang grenade.

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The Phonesavanh family Bounkham and Alecia Phonesavanh

A month and half after the raid, Bou Bou was released from the hospital and the Phonesavanh family left Georgia.

Their fight is far from over.

In August, the family suffered an additional blow when Habersham County informed the Phonesavanhs that it would be illegal for the county to assist the family in paying Bou Bou’s medical bills — which are in excess of $1 million and climbing.

Habersham County’s attorney said in a statement, “The question before the board was whether it is legally permitted to pay these expenses. After consideration of this question following advice of counsel, the board of commissioners has concluded that it would be in violation of the law for it to do so.”

The family has set up JusticeAndPrayersForBouBou.org to try to offset the cost. Also, last week Alecia was finally able to return to work so that the family has income again.

Alecia says she won’t have enough to throw Bou Bou a birthday party when he turns 2 on Oct. 14.

Baby Bou Bou’s fight for recovery may never be over. After the raid, he was diagnosed with brain shearing. Doctors told the family that it will be a couple years before they know the full extent of his brain damage.

This month, he is going in for another surgery that will scrape gun powder out from under the skin on his chest and arms.

Bou Bou suffered permanent nerve damage from the blast and his skin on his face and chest won’t grow back on it own. He is facing two plastic surgeries every two years until the age of 20.

At night, Bou Bou wakes up screaming and holding his face, Alecia says.

“It’s very tormenting to my husband and I,” Alecia said. “Nobody wants to go to sleep.”

“Every day is a battle for him. We’re trying to make things feel as normal for him as possible,” Alecia said.

Alecia says that when Bou Bou sees himself in the mirror, he stops and looks at himself, touching his face, trying to understand the scars on his face that he will likely have for the rest of his life.

“I know he’s going to ask what happened,” Alecia said. “He’s going to ask why does he have these scars?”

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