On Your Doorstep

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On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[takirider]

[That. Was not a response he was hoping for. But he goes very still and draws one hand back toward himself before reaching it back toward Hayato, entirely the visage of uncertainty. You're basically asking him to shove his hand in your chest and either move or extract an offending object. WHY CAN THINGS NEVER BE EASY WITH YOU.]

[But, better to get gross and shove your hand in a friend's already torn open chest than watch him wheeze to death on your couch, Taki figures, so here goes.]

Um. Where-- Is this gonna hurt? Where am I going. This is insane.

[expertonshutters]

[THIS IS THE HARD LIFE YOU CHOSE WHEN YOU DECIDED TO BE FRIENDS WITH CYBORGS.]

[Hayato shifts just a little and tries to arch his back up so Taki can actually get into his chest better. It's a bunch of dark colored blood and torn bits of wire and metal. Though, if he looked he could make out what would be his lungs and with each breath he takes, the left one is definitely getting caught on something.]

It's going to hurt- but get it out. I'll be fine. Sorry.

[Like. He's really sorry about this.

[takirider]

[Okay he chose to be friends with Hongo, who got turned into a cyborg. And then the rest of y'all just kind of fell in line.]

What-- the hell are you apologizing for, apart from showing up almost dead. I'd rather-- [Frowns.]

You're distracting me, shut up.

[He sees that... what the hell is that, a talon? An entire disembodied monster talon arm hand thing?? Hayato are you for fucking real he is going to beat you in the face with that thing once he gets it out of your chest. He takes a moment to... stare, in something caught between fascination and horror, at the internal workings of his friend. He knew, he always knew, that they were mostly metal inside, but he'd obviously never really seen it, and really looked at it.]

[More to the point, that monster talon. He hesitates, making several attempts and stopping before he finally eases his hand into Hayato's torn apart chest cavity, making an... actually pretty comical sound as he does so, because oh my God his hand is in your chest and there is blood and cyborg guts and aaaauughghhggh.]

[Once his fingers close around the offending talon thing, his first instinct is just to yank it out, which he starts to do before he thinks better of it and tugs gently to ease it back out the same way he eased his hand in, because the last thing he wants is to find out that Hayato's weird magical metal cyborg lungs can be punctured and kill him after all this.]

[For the record, he's gone white as a sheet and has held his breath the entire way since his hand got around that talon, now that it's out and in his hand in front of his face.]

[Big Damn Hero complex and vague invincibility aside, nobody ever said he was any good at sticking his hands in his friends and getting covered in their blood.]

[expertonshutters]

[He shuts up, because he'd rather not argue with him when there's a monster claw jammed in his lung. He braces his hands on the couch and takes a deep breath, holding it. Luckily his lungs were pretty tough and he could hold his breath for a few hours if he really needed to.]

[It isn't a very pleasant feeling having Taki shove his arm into his chest, but the sensation is mostly dulled at this point. Just when he gets his hand on the talon and jostles the thing loose does Hayato wince.]

[Once it's gone, he breathes. He's very clearly breathing better now, thanks.]

Thanks.

[takirider]

[Hayato's voice startles him and he jolts, exhaling abruptly and making a face at him.]

[He smacks him in the shoulder, with the talon, and then frowns at it.]

The hell you want me to do with the thing?

[expertonshutters]

[Oof. Don't hit the injured person!]

Throw it out, I guess.

[takirider]

[THEN DON'T COME TO HIS APARTMENT AT 2AM INJURED, DUMBASS.]

[Huff.]

What do we do about...

[Gestures. To the gaping hole in his chest.]

[expertonshutters]

[Sighs a little.]

Hongo should be here pretty soon. He probably already knows I'm injured. We could try wrapping me up so I don't make such a mess until then.

[takirider]

[He sags, sitting on his coffee table and closing his eyes over.]

'Kay.

[He reaches over to get into the first aid kit, opening it up.]

Can you get the rest of your shirt off or do you need help?

[expertonshutters]

[He's already taking care of it. It takes a little finagling but he pulls off the shredded bloody mess that used to be his shirt. He sits up a lot easier now.]

[It's a lot easier to see the rest of his injuries now. His arms are pretty scraped up and there's a few deep claw marks in his back. He's a huge mess.]

[takirider]

[This is the worst part about being friends with them. Not that they're metal, not that they're different. That they fight, and they get hurt like this. That they do it willingly, expecting no thanks or reward. Just because they're the only ones that can fight Shocker well enough to really help.]

[His jaw sets in a frown and he's silent the entire time he wraps Hayato up, to keep him from bleeding all over the couch. He'll probably have to get the thing reupholstered anyway, but he does that pretty regularly anyway given how often he comes home bloodied up himself.]

Would painkillers help?

[Not "do they work", not "would you feel the difference". He'll never treat them like they're different.]

[cyborghands]

[It's right about now that there's a sharp rap at the door; it's no mystery who it is, as he calls in right after.]

Taki, is Ichimonji with you?

[takirider]

[It startles him, and he jolts, but manages a chuckle as he gets up. Right on time, ten minutes late, Hongo.]

[He opens the door rather than responding, and tosses his head to the side to indicate the mess of an idiot on the couch.]

Shows up at 2am with a goddamn monster claw in his chest. In his chest. Like, inside. Y'all are gonna send me to an early grave.

[expertonshutters]

[Ayep. He looks up as he hears the knock. Right on time.]

I'm making trouble for everyone it looks like.

[cyborghands]

In his chest?

[He steps inside and- ah, yes, it all makes sense now. Good thing he brought a more cyborg-oriented 'first aid' kit with him, which he sets aside momentarily to take a closer look at the damage.]

. . . You overdid it again, I see.

[takirider]

Yes, in. It's on the coffee table now. I, for one, am gonna go wash my hands and smoke on the balcony while you fix him up so I don't just punch him.

[A beat.]

Are you all right, Hongo?

[expertonshutters]

[All he can really offer is a lopsided, somewhat abashed smile as Hongo comes over to inspect him. He's kind of wrapped up but yes, there is a gaping hole in his chest. He shifts so he's sitting up.]

It caught me off guard. I made sure to take it down with me.

[He glances over at Taki.]

I guess it would be pretty hypocritical of me to tell you those things are going to kill you, huh?

[cyborghands]

I'm fine. Ichimonji will be too, but it may take some time.

[Even if he can't see all the damage, the fact that the claw was in his chest gives him an idea of what he'll be working with.]

[He nods at Ichimonji's explanation. He defeated it, that's the important part.]

Before you go, Taki, is there a spare bed we could use?

[takirider]

[He stops mid-step and waves a hand.]

Just use mine, I hardly do anyway. You need any help carrying nimrod?

[He's going to be somewhat cross with you for a while here, Hayato. Which is precisely why he thwaps him (gently) upside the head for his comment about the cigarettes.] You're doing a fine enough job of that on your own.

[expertonshutters]

[He makes such a face at being called nimrod.]

[The thwap obviously didn't hurt, but it startles him slightly and he gives him ANOTHER look, before having the grace to look scolded.]

Yeah.

[He already feels kind of like garbage for dragging Taki into so much of their bullshit.]

[cyborghands]

[Sorry if he smiles a bit at your guys' antics. Clearly he'll be just fine. He stands up straight.]

That depends. [and to Hayato] Can you stand?

[takirider]

[He sees that smile, Hongo. You moe little fuck.]

[One hand goes to one hip and he shifts his weight, making a face at Hayato. Yeah, can you stand, butthead?]

[expertonshutters]

[He's ignoring you both in favor of seeing if he can stand. He sort of stood earlier, to get this far. Maybe. Moving is actually really difficult. He can feel how the gaping hole in his chest is starting to affect the performance of the rest of his body. He's sluggish and kind of jerky but he rolls to his side so he can put his feet on the ground.]

[After testing his footing he hauls himself up to his feet.]



[Only to crash through the coffee table and hit the ground again. Oops. Sorry, Taki. He'll get you a new one.]

[takirider]

[GOD DAMNIT WHY ARE YOU A CONSTANT TERROR TO THE LIVELIHOOD OF POOR UNSUSPECTING TABLES.]

[Taki shouts, making a diligent grab toward Hayato as he falls, but having been a few steps too far from him to catch him. So he just... watches him hit the table, watches it crack under his weight, and watches with a dull, if frazzled expression as the fucking claw that was previously lodged in his chest rolls harmlessly to bump into his own socked toe.]

...Gonna take that as a no.

[cyborghands]

[And he was so ready to have faith in your standing abilities. He'll make sure not to ask next time.]

[He hurriedly helps him up, please stop destroying Taki's house and also yourself.]

I was hoping you could tell me without giving a demonstration.