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[theamericanpig.livejournal.com]

Who: Leon & San
Where: General parts of the city
When: After this spat
Rating: PG for some blood
Summary: San gets upset and runs away, and it's up to Leon to go find her. Because he wubs her.
the log:

San started out sitting on top of Leon's desk, her head in her hand and yelling away in exchanging girl banter over the communicator with Bulma.. She moved from the desk to her cell in the station, to outside, back into the cell and wasn't even paying attention to anyone. Then things from there happened very quickly. Very quickly. San turned her communicator off and looked around her cell.. She frowned so deeply it could have broken Heaven's heart. Without a single warning or goodbye, San grabbed her mask and made a mad dash out of her cell and out the station's door. She didn't care if it was raining. She didn't care to say good bye to a human or what she had called home for a little over a week. Because it was all so foreign to her heart it put the young woman on the edge of tears. She had never been so far from home or a forest in her entire life. She hated this. Out the door, out into the rain and directly down the street towards the woods. The closest she could get.

Leon had been worried when he’d come into the main part of the station and found that San was nowhere in sight. Not only was she nowhere in sight, but there had been absolutely no indication of where she’d gone or when—or if—she’d be coming back. San had a tendency to run off sometimes, so it was no big deal… at the time.

Then two hours passed and he’d heard no word from her. Whatever, wasn’t she supposed to help that Edgeworth guy with a bunch of herbs? Maybe that’s where she went. Leon had been preoccupied himself with Shuuhei’s interview and combat observation.

But at the third hour was when Leon had gone into something that resembled a full-blown panic. He’d sat around as the scientists took everyone from him—Zack, Aeris, Ada, Jill, Rebecca, Dr. Tam. There was no way in hell he was letting them get away with taking San from him. Not now. Not when everything else in his life was so completely turned upside down and out of his control.

He’d immediately armed himself with everything he had—both his standard pistol and his magnum, as well as his knife. And though he knew to use his belt light sparingly, at the moment he didn’t care, and left it on completely during his search for her. She had to be out in the forest—she had to, and goddamn it, Leon was going to find her.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he’d searched for her. All he knew was that he was exhausted, sore, and covered in so much blood that he couldn’t tell which of it was his own. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat and constant pouring rainfall, and his chest was heaving from the rigorous activity of searching and fighting.

But he found her. Curled up in the rain behind a building on the edge of the forest, he found her. He could’ve cried in joy and relief. She was still here, and she was safe. His expression lightened and he felt a great weight be lifted off of him. God, he couldn’t believe it.

“San…” he said. He felt like he should say more, but he was just so damn happy to see her that no words came.

That was her name. She wanted to be left alone, but there were only so many people in this stupid town that knew her true name. And the voice. Oh, it was him, and she should have known. The girl jsut wanted him gone. She wanted him to leave so it wouldn't hurt to say goodbye to someone again and she could die near the forest. But when San's vision cleared through the rain and she saw the only person she even gave a damn about in such a condition he may as well die, San faded into her own panic. Her mouth fell open as if words were going to come out, but it was just stumbling. She could have cried right then. San never wanted to care this much but now she did, because she wasn't stupid. This man, this human, was just enough of an idiot like Ashitaka to go through hell to just find her, and San hated it. "You're... You..!!" She was on the edge of tears. "You foolish human, what have you done to yourself?!!" San was over at his side and did two things. The first was gingerly reach up and cover his head with his large wolf pelt that draped about him. And the second was give him a furious pound on the chest. "Stop following me! What are you doing?! Go away!" But clearly it was San's rage, her frustration, and of course she was still ready to cry. Confusion at it's best.

Leon took a step back at San’s assault. It didn’t hurt so much physically, but it did stun him a bit emotionally. His heart skipped a beat and his mouth went momentarily dry—her words were what hurt him the most. He hadn’t seen her this upset since the first time they met. But he steeled his expression and straightened his stance. If San wanted him to leave, she was going to have to kill him.

“No,” he said firmly. “I told you I’m going to look after you, and I’m going to do it. Run away all you want, but I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you again.”

His mind spun at his own words, suddenly overwhelmed with memories of Raccoon, memories of Ada and the things he’d promised her then. But San wasn’t Ada. San was San. And this time, none of it was about him. He chased after San for her sake. He had nothing to prove by doing so; he just cared about her.

San rubbed her eyes and looked up at him surprised. She was remembering Ashitaka with this man. All men couldn't be this stubborn, and it wasn't stupidity that drove them, was it? San looked at Len in awe and then..looking up, the rain began to stop. Why? San looked at the sky in a deep sadness. She knew nature and somehow it became a sign. She had to clear herself. She had to relax. And maybe, she should have given Leon more credit. This she would learn to embrace rather than run from. There could be one more human she could learn to appreciate and love. So she settled to focus on his face and swallowing ready for an embrace. "I... I don't fit in here. I can't live here. I.." San stood still and tried hard to ready herself. "..I can't live here! I feel like I'm dying!"

“San…” Leon said, desperately fumbling for the right words. He couldn’t stand it; it was like San was wrenching his heart in his chest. What the hell had gotten her so upset…? He braved a hand on her shoulder, taking a chance at actually touching her, worry and concern written all over his face. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m going to take care of you.”

San stood still, cold as a stone and gave up leaning her head against his chest. Why did they bring me here...?" she said allowed to no one in particular. "Why..I-I...I want to go back to the woods." It was only a few seconds she felt of that despair before pulling back, wiping her eyes and snapping back into reality. She touched his sweaty shirt with the blood and sniffed it. This was very much his own. "You have to-- ah, you need to go back to your station!" she said up to him quickly. "You're hurt!!"

“I’m not leaving unless you come with me,” Leon said, shaking his head slightly. He honestly didn’t care that he was bleeding, and couldn’t feel whatever wound was causing it. All that mattered was getting San someplace safe.

San was scared of that. This guy was so stubborn and she pounded his chest again. "You...!!" She choked back her tears and said next, pushing him to start walking. "...let’s go." To her that meant they were going to go together. She suddenly felt like a small scared dog.

Leon smiled. He couldn’t help it. He was just so incredibly happy that she was at his side again and that she was safe.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he said lightly.

"...Same to you," she said. But San couldn't lift her head up, she felt so heavy hearted and confused. San walked Leon back to the police station, and when hey go inside, she stood before him and tugged the wolf pelt off from his head. "..Go...lay down, I'mm be right with you."

"Promise?" Leon asked, a tiny smile touching at his lips.

San bit her lip and tried hard to not let her cheeks go red. "Y-Yes, already! Okay... Just.. go lay down, I'm going to get the herbs.." Which meant 'I’ll attend to your wounds, DUMBY'..

Leon nodded once and then did as he was told. He headed into his cell and untied his boots before kicking them off, claiming his place on his bed. It was strangely more comfortable than he’d ever remembered it being; maybe he had overexerted himself in his search for San. He cleared his throat and placed a hand behind his head, waiting patiently for her return.

San came back with some basket she had started to weave out of stripped tree bark that was full of herbs and other bottles of medications she had been taught how to use from the first aid kit. She didn't look entirely well, but she was there at his side, scooting up the sit next to his bed, and let out a deep sigh. "..You push yourself too much. I wish you would stop. You're going to get yourself killed before me..."

“Yeah,” he said gruffly. He cleared his throat again before continuing, “But I don’t care. If it means keeping you safe.”

"S-stop that..." San said very weakly, fiddling with opening the bottle of 'the stuff that cleans out wounds'. It smelled. fake. And sharp. She didn't like it one bit, but it worked. However San's method of getting clean with wounds was in fact better than 'humans' since it worked the good old fashioned way. She was so flustered, though, that she didn't have time to reply to Leon. She put her working hands to the bottom of his shirt and pushed it up, trying to tug it off of him. "Get this thing off, your blocking my work." And gasped. Well it looked like something had ripped into him in one place, bit him in another, all tough and scratched up. And all San sad was. "..they really got you."

Leon grunted before shimmying his shirt up his body and pulling it up off his head. Now that they were talking about it, he could really start to feel the throb of the various cuts and scrapes, open wounds where pieces of flesh had been violently ripped from his body. He let out a heavy breath, not wanting to say too much. Maybe he had been a little careless.

"You're too careless." San said it for him. She used the 'cleaning stuff' around his wounds, and tried getting the blood away before she did either the funniest or smartest thing ever. The point was, it was a smart method and one that worked. San put her lips on Leon's wound and sucked the blood out with whatever poison and dirt the monster had left in there and spit it out in a pan she had left on the floor. She repeated the method a few times then wiped his blood from her face. There had definitely been something foul left in there. Truth be told, it would had left him very infected if so. This place was so dirty as it was. San stood up and leaned over to the other open wound on his side, doing the same thing, and if Leon had protested she sure didn't hear it till she was done.

Leon had yelped suddenly with surprise, then once he realized that there was someone’s mouth on the bare skin of his chest, he bit his own lip and exhaled deeply through his nose, feeling so incredibly guilty and terrible over the fact that it was San. He clenched his eyes shut and suddenly and inexplicably dearly missed Gren. Oh god, that was the last thing he should’ve been thinking about at that moment in time.

When it was over, he stared at San wide-eyed and breathless, completely frozen by what had just happened. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was just so forward and sudden that he had trouble believing it.

“What’d you just do?” he asked.

San was oblivious about anything sexual about it. To her, it was normal. And this could just make things even harder. If there had been anything sexual running in Leon's veins that caused blood to go somewhere she was going to not notice it at all. "Humans don't do that, hm? It gets the blood mixed with any poison, or infecting dirt out of you before it takes a toll on your body. By the taste, there was something that was inside of you." She used a little towel to wipe the blood off her face and sit back down on the chair. "It's gone now." She spit out into the pan again, and went back to cleaning out his wounds. "It sounded like it hurt you.. I"m sorry."

“No, no,” he said, breathing deep. “It’s fine. I—“ He was shocked. “Thanks.”

San put a gentle hand on his chest till she felt Leon calm down and that heavy breathing stop. Odd, she never imagined it would have such an impact. Then she started to leave cracked various leaves in his wounds and began to bind him up. Her hands were quick and surprisingly gentle on him, very efficient in her work. "We'll have to wash them out again tomorrow morning, okay?"

“Don’t waste too much water on me,” Leon said. “We were lucky with the rain, but we still need to conserve it.” The herbs stung a little bit in his open wounds, but it wasn’t enough to pull away or squirm much.

"I won't...." San gave him her best smile and then, pulled the cover over Leon. "Now, rest. Okay?"

Leon nodded once, already falling asleep.