(Journal of Hanzo Hasashi - Entry Five)
He's starting to appear in my dreams now. I don't really recall much about it, only that we are both in the washroom, steam clinging to the flower-scented air. I would be on the stone floor, sweat on my skin from the steam. Then he would smile and kiss me on the lips.
After that, I woke up with a splitting headache, the sweet moment ripped away like petals in the wind.
I saw kindness in his eyes, and he repeated that same phrase before the kiss; stay with me, and then I wake up in pain.
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"Not feeling too well?" I ask, seeing the doctor replace his IV bag with more painkillers. Hanzo shakes his head weakly, looking tired.
"Keep waking up with headaches," he admits after the doctor leaves us alone. "It hurts to think. All I want to do is sleep."
"Then sleep," I say, holding his hand and squeezing gently. He smiles slightly, closing his eyes.
"I...keep seeing you in my dreams, Bi-Han," he admits softly. "In your dreams?" I echo, heart racing.
"Mhm. It's all a blur to me but...I just know that you kiss me. Then I wake up with a headache," he rasps, opening his eyes a little.
"Would you want me to kiss you now?" I ask, wanting to lean in and comfort the man. "No...not yet. Not now. Maybe after I wake up..." he trails off, falling asleep, his grip on my hand loosening.
He wakes up about two hours later, looking better now that the medication is kicking in. "Bi-Han," he had called out, waking me up. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep in my chair.
"Mmm...?" Groggy, I open my eyes to see Hanzo visibly relax.
"Did you fall asleep, too?" He asks.
"Looks like it," I yawn. He motions me to come over, which I do.
"Thank you for everything," he whispers, squeezing my hand again and kissing my cheek. Stunned, I freeze up, not expecting him to bend to my will so easily.
"Of course," I nearly stammer.
He smiles, laughing softly. "Go get some real sleep, in your bed. You look more tired than me, and I'm the one sick here."
I nod, my brain still processing everything that just happened. After walking to my room, I crawl into bed and sob into my pillow. No one has ever shown me affection like that before. He dreams about me, I realize. Will I dream about him as well?
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(Journal of Hanzo Hasashi - Entry Six)
His outline is blurry at first, from what I can remember in my fever-induced dream. His eyes are bright blue, like sapphires, and his touch is slightly cold. I don't recall much after that, only the vague feeling of his lips on mine. I don't wake up with headaches anymore, at least. But I keep seeing other blurry figures in the mist, a woman and child.
I don't know who they are. When I had looked at the woman and boy, Bi-Han's touch lured me back to him.
"Focus on me," I remember him whispering, then kissing me again.
After that, I woke up, sweating and panting from fever, or...something else.
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Mortal Kombat: Icy Chains
FanfictionHanzo Hasashi has always had a bitter rivalry wIth the Lin Kuei, specifically with Bi-Han. He always assumed they would fight to the death, and that would be the end of it. But Bi-Han has different plans. Bi-Han wants Hanzo all to himself, and will...
