Kai Parker Imagines

Imagine #5

Imagine~ You and Kai continuously killing each other in the prison world because neither of you can die. 

Word Count: 1124 

Warning: Kind of gory. 

You wake up with an immense pain in your stomach area and you feel super light-headed. 

"Kai?" you call out without even opening your eyes. "Did you gut me or something?" you say. You and Kai had a love-hate relationship, you'd kill each other, like a lot. But whenever either of you did it you both felt really bad. 

However for some reason you never stopped doing it. It was like yours and his thing. But this time he'd taken it slightly too far. 

"I didn't gut you, who do you think I am? I just cut your stomach out." he said, whilst holding a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. 

"That explains why it hurts so much." you say, doubling over on the bed in pain. 

You see, if you died a swift death you would simply wake up and feel fine. But if you died a death like this, when you woke up you'd feel your body trying to heal itself through magic. And as you can imagine, growing a stomach again was really painful.

"Kaiii! Get me a bucket or something fast." you say as you feel vomit rising through your body. Kai quickly grabs the trash can and brings it to you just as you throw up. It was mostly blood but it still didn't feel good. 

"I didn't realize it would hurt so much to grow a new stomach." he said whilst patting you on the back lightly. 

"I didn't realize you were such a dumbass." you sassed before throwing up blood once again. 

"Don't be like that. I felt bad enough doing it, don't make me feel bad after I've already done it." he whined. 

"Kai, you cut my stomach out. Whilst I was still conscious. I have a right to make you feel bad." you say miserably. 

"Why do we even do this?" he questions trying to drown out the sound of you still throwing up. 

"Do what?" you ask when you'd finally finished throwing up. 

"Kill each other. We only have each other and the way we express our gratitude is by killing each other, like how does that even make sense?" he said and continued rambling on for a while after. 

You weren't even paying attention to him anymore, your focus was on trying to block out the pain anyway you could. "Kai, just shut up. Please." you say frustrated. 

"Oh, sorry." was all he could muster but soon enough he was rambling again. "and not just for rambling and mumbling, but for cutting your stomach out. It was really out of line."

"You think?" you say as the pain slowly began to subside. He looked at you with guilt filled eyes. It was only now you realized how nice his eyes actually were, they were grey with tinges of blue that you could get lost in. 

"You have really pretty eyes." you mumbled before internally face-palming because of how stupid you sounded. 

He chuckled and smiled at you. "Your cute when you're delusional." 

"I'm not delusional, I'm just kind of low on blood right now." you say, it was true you'd thrown up most of the blood you had left and even more had been lost during the process of his cutting you open. 

"Oh yeah, sorry again about that." he said with guilt lacing his voice. "Can we just agree to not do this anymore and be normal people?"

"Sure but I'm not too sure how we're supposed to be normal when we're the only two people on earth." you chuckle. 

"Good point." he says as he lays down on the bed next you. "But at least let me make you dinner tonight, as I'm sorry thing."

"Maybe not tonight, seeing as you cut my stomach out, I might need a bit more time." you said smiling. 

"Oh yeah, sure. Do you need anything for that?" he asked. It was weird seeing him like this, all nice and caring. Usually he was cocky and was constantly teasing you. Maybe he'd realized the error of his ways. 

"I'll survive." you say smiling whilst sitting up and resting your head on his shoulder. 

"HEY! HEY! I don't want no blood on my shirt!" he said quickly whilst standing up. There's the annoying Kai that you knew. 

"And here I thought you were being nice for a change." you sighed and collapsed back onto the bed. 

"I'm trying but this is also my favorite top and you're not going to ruin it." he said. 

"Don't wear a shirt then, cause I want something to cuddle into and right now you're the only thing that's available." you said giggling. Usually you wouldn't say anything like this so you just blamed it on the fact you were delusional from blood loss. 

"You asked for it." he sighed and pulled his shirt off. You were surprised at first, you'd always expected him to be quite lanky but he had muscles and it was hot. 

"Like what you see?" he smirked when he caught you staring. 

"I-I um" you stammered not really sure what to say or do. 

All he did was laugh and crawl into the bed. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and began to trace shapes over his body. It was soothing, feeling his warm body beneath your fragile finger tips, you felt as if you were safer right there and then. Like nothing could hurt you even though you were lying next to the person who basically gutted you earlier. 

"Thank you." you whispered as you pushed your head into the crook of his neck. 

"For what?" he asked confused, I mean he'd done nothing to hurt you over the period you two were here together. But you knew he cared to some extent, and that was enough to be thankful for. 

"For caring. Even though you act like you don't every now and then you'll show it. And that's the only thing keeping me going right now." you whispered. He never hurt you when he was angry, he only returned what you did to him. Which was fair considering neither of you could die, and it was the only thing keeping both of you occupied. 

"I should be the one saying thank you. You've done nothing but be fair and kind and all I've done is be a asshole. So thank you. Thank you for not leaving me alone." he sighed and kissed your forehead. 

"It's nothing. Because I would rather spend eternity with you so I didn't have to spend it alone." 

"Ditto" he whispered before pulling you into his chest.