Hyperactive Muse time omg.

[Kanna]

It hadn't hurt when the bullet had ripped through her wrist. Perhaps the severed nerves had spared her that immediate pain. Or was it the shock? She'd had bullets in her before, yes, but this one was the first to leave her needing a hand. Quite literally.

Even with a cocktail of medication, she still felt pain, one more mental than physical. Assassins usually lost the occasional finger or foot, but those who lost anything larger or more important than that usually didn't return once they were healed. Two hands were important. You can't scale a building with only one hand. You can't fight back with only one hand.
You were dead.

That she understood. Her job was in jeopardy unless she could do something. She had done minor work with prosthetics before, yes, but only for fingers and toes. Even those weren't done so well, and she doubted she'd be able to recreate a hand like the one that used to be attached to her body. She could create a finger, a toe, a foot...But a hand? She couldn't even do it properly with one hand.

Robotics she had dabbled in, yes. But that was connected to a central unit. She had attempted to understand how to create a human-like body, but that was far too advanced for her. Robotics used a system of circuts, much like how blood vessels, nerves, muscle, and bone worked....together.

...

Perhaps she'd looked at it all wrong.

She didn't need to mimic a human body.

She needed to make one.

But first, she needed to retrieve her hand from the freezer to see exactly how it was constructed.

[ღMax]

Ooooh, I like this.

[Kanna]

Eeee~ Thanks Max! I've been dealing with this muse for awhile. Sequel to come soon?

[ღMax]

Yes, please~

[Kanna]

I will do my best then! Probably sometime within this next week.
I get bored while the Japanese kids are learning how to say 'the' and 'firetruck'.

[ღMax]

Woot.

[Kanna]

There were many things she had planned to do that day. Finish filing some paperwork, visit her recruits who were ill or injured, put on something a little nicer than usual, do her makeup, and visit that certain scientist.... But the stars weren't in position.

Pain.
Can't do it.
Not today.

It wasn't just the normal occasional throb or jolt. It was full on pain. The type that felt like all of your nerves were on fire, and just wanted to make you scream, but even that wouldn't make it any less painful. She had tried all of her usual methods from her classes. She had tried to move it into a less painful position. It wasn't in one. She couldn't figure it out.

Thus, the usually focused assassin was reduced to a whimpering pile of blankets and pillows in the corner. Wine and pain medication hadn't helped. She didn't give a damn if taking them together made her ill later. Anything just to make it stop would be enough. She couldn't focus enough to tell anyone she needed something heavy to knock her out, because she was sure if she even tried to call them, she would just scream.

And screaming in the phone to Dino usually ended up with a team of master assassins at her front door wondering where her attacker was.

And that usually ended up with paying the poor souls he had rounded up.

Come to think of it, she could just text him. But doing so one-handed would be an issue. The prosthetic only made these things worse, so she had managed to throw it across the room, shattering at least one of her picture frames. If it broke, she could always fix it. She just didn't care at the moment. She just needed a nice, deep dose of morphine to get her out of her head for the moment and let the doctors take a look at her again.

But.....There was always the little stash she kept locked up just for this occasion....

There was a pause in her thoughts the moment she eyed the lockbox under the couch. Should she? It was needed. Very much so. Okay fine, lockbox it was.

With much fumbling with the key (Goddamn thing kept on getting dropped at the worst moments) she finally opened her safe haven. Three needles, perfectly laid out in their case.

And all it took was one before she cuddled down into her pillow fort, finally feeling the pain fade and sleep come.

[ღMax]

Ooh, I like this one too!!!

-can't resist-

STARS. CAN'T DO IT...NOT TODAY.
-snerk-

[Kanna]

This one is also on Tumblr but I'll post it here too. ;A;

It was getting to the point where it was distracting her from work. It didn’t even take visiting him, or glancing at the building that hid him away that did it. It was just a mere thought. Dino teased her about how her aim would get sloppy on occasion, and often asked if she had found someone who made her heart skip a beat, all the while playing with her hair. Of course he got slapped, she wasn’t afraid to do that, but it was the furious crimson that covered her face that gave it all away.

He said he was glad for her, glad that he didn’t have to be the last relationship, and glad that she had someone she could talk to besides him.

He had no clue that wasn’t the case.

She hadn’t told him. She didn’t dare to tell him. They lived in two very different worlds, and were most certainly not even the same race, and even telling him could get her in a lot of danger.

And yet every visit she made, no matter how long or short, or for what purpose, she had to restrain herself. She wanted to pull him aside and confess her feelings desperately. She wanted to just stand on the tips of her toes and steal perhaps just one kiss.

An assassin, at the top of her rank, reduced to this. She couldn’t believe it herself. All past relationships doomed to fail from the start, and yet she feared that end every second with this one. If she told him, if she dared make a move, then perhaps it would end at that. The very thought scared her more than thoughts of failing a mission, more than that of being captured and tortured, more than that of death.

[Kanna]

'I rather like you, and I wouldn't consider it beyond my feelings to even say I wouldn't mind spending more time with you....One could say that perhaps it's...' The pen stopped. Another pause, another thought, and then the paper was crumpled and tossed with the others. Love. What the hell was she doing? An assassin reduced to a lovesick puddle.

Before, she really didn't have any reason to be afraid of death. Death was something that came to many in her occupation. But now...Now she was scared she'd never get to tell him. Many assassins who had ones they held dear wrote a letter, just in case something happened to them. Now, she was trying to get those words out, though this wouldn't be for her notice of death.

This would be prior to that. Hopefully.

Aaah, now she wasn't as spiteful of the young couples in the guilds. She understood that fear, and wanted those long embraces before missions. Before, much before, Dino had given her a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the back. It was more professional than she wanted now. She had watched many of her younger recruits even tear up at the start of a longer mission, and hold on until they had to board the train. Of course, that scene wouldn't happen. She doubted he even knew what the word 'sun' meant.

But love. Love was a different matter. And the pen could never quite translate it right. She sighed, leaning back in her chair. Perhaps she was over thinking it? Maybe all she needed were three words, instead of beating around the bush. And so they made it to paper, and she finally felt satisfied, though extremely nervous. With a final sigh, she folded it, placing it in the envelope. Maybe another week before she'd deliver it, or rather slip it in the door for the boy to pick up. With a tiny smile, she set it aside, and finally felt at ease.

((HELP I CAN'T STOP THE FLUFF))