After her shower, Mika dressed and combed through her hair, taking in her appearance. The fluids they had given her had helped her keep her weight. Her muscle was somewhat lacking, but that was to be expected. The stark white streaks framing her face made her hair appear almost black, making her eyes pop. She couldn't stand the bruises and forming scars. They made her feel weak, as if she wasn't fighting hard enough. She grabbed the pill Bakugo had given her and popped it into her mouth before leaning down, sipping the water from the running sink.
"Almost," she reassured herself as she turned and made her way back into her room.
Sting opened Mika's door and looked her over, "Well?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Well?"
He rolled his eyes, "You comin or not?"
"Actually yeah," she stood.
He blinked, "Fuck, really?"
Mika shrugged, acting unbothered, "What the hell does it matter now?" She moved past him and into the hallway of the large country home. The sun was set, a wind moving through the trees, bringing spring in its wake.
Sting closed her door and held out his hand, "Then let's go."
She hesitated for a moment before taking it. She had to fully commit to her part in this, or they would know. While Sting was still the enemy, he had grown more and more passive towards Mika. They held actual conversation at times, and occasionally shared a meal. Sometimes Mika caught him looking at her the same way he did Lena, with soft, hazel eyes. In another life, they could have possibly been friends, but not this one. He had to fall into the flames of this hellfire too.
He led her down the stairs, ignoring the confused looks of the other members of their group. Walking her down a small hallway and opening a door, he led her into the basement. Mika took a deep breath and made her way down the stone steps.
A soft light led her down a winding pathway, into a large room. A fireplace was lit, making the room comfortably warm. Mika's eyes looked over the antique vanity, and furniture.
"Strange isn't it," his voice was close behind her, "her tastes in things."
"Yeah," her eyes continued to scan the room. Sting carefully took her hand, pulling out the IV needles. Mika winced and sucked in a breath.
"Sorry," he mumbled and placed a bandage on her hand before doing the same to the other, "Ms. Lena asked that I remove them."
"How did you meet her," Mika decided to pry.
"I was an addict, on deaths door after an OD," his eyes met hers, "Ms. Lena came out of nowhere and picked me up."
"How nice of her," Mika softly rubbed her hands, not used to the feeling of them being free.
"I think so," he reached and lifted Mika's chin, "So I've devoted my life to her." He softly traced her bottom lip, "You will see who she truly is in time."
"Sting," Lena walked into the room, "don't bore her."
He smiled and let her go, "Yes ma'am."
"Mika," she looked at her as she removed her suit jacket, "Would you like something more comfortable?"
"Um, yes," Mika softly said.
"Grab us some wine," she looked at Sting who nodded and exited her room, "I've asked him to join us, I hope you don't mind." She walked to a large closet and turned on the light, "I promise he will behave."
She swallowed quietly, darting her eyes around the room. Lena handed her a black, soft silk nightie, "It's not too short, it will be softer than that sweater."
She nodded and took it, Lena nodded to a door, "You can change in there if you wish."
Mika closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
Sting handed Lena the bottle, her eyes raked over him, "I expect you to be nice tonight...she's nervous."
"Yes ma'am," his eyes met hers, "I promise." His hazel eyes watched as she unbuttoned her shirt, "Why spend so much energy on her?"
"She has given us so much, Sting," Lena sighed and slid her shirt off of her shoulders, "She feels helpless and broken. She's too strong for that."
"I see..." he licked his lips and looked away.
Lena smiled softly at him, "You're such a good boy." Her hand ran into his hair, making his eyes close, "I'll share her." She chuckled at his blush, "I see the way you look at her."
Mika opened the bathroom door shyly and closed it behind herself. Her grey eyes looked anywhere but at the two infront of her. Lena slowly walked over to her, "Want some liquid courage?"
"Please," her eyes met Lena's briefly.
Sting handed her a glass, "Here."
"Thank you," she placed it on her lips.
He chuckled, "She's cute when she's nervous."
Mika took a long sip of the wine. Lena lightly nudged him, "Don't tease her." She pet Mikas hair gently, "I'm going to shower, please, make yourself comfortable."
Lena closed the bathroom door. Sting smirked and held the bottle to her, "We both know that glass ain't enough."
Mika smiled slightly and took the bottle, chugging it, "Thank you."
"Who hurt you," he looked at her while he set down her glass. "I've seen this look before."
Mika took another long sip, "I was raped by a sidekick when I was training." She looked at him for a moment, while she was telling part of the truth, her plan needed to be kept to herself, "These situations make me...uncomfortable."
He sat his own glass down, "Fuck that piece of shit...I can't stand heroes." He walked up to her as she took another long drink, "I'm going to make you forget he ever existed."
"Those are tall words," she handed him the bottle.
Sting took a swig and set the bottle down, "I enjoy a challenge." His lips met hers in a soft kiss, "I'm not here to make you uncomfortable," he kissed her again, "I'm here to make sure you're comfortable."
The wine was buzzing through her when he kissed her again. Mika felt his hands move softly against her skin, goosebumps shooting up her spine. His lips were annoyingly soft as he kissed her deeper, pressing her against the wall. Her hands rested on his shoulders, incase she needed to make distance.
"Sting," Lena's voice was in his ear, "Pace yourself."
He placed a soft kiss on Mika's cheek, "yes ma'am."
"Come," she took Mika's hand, leading her to the large bed. Mika took note of the sheer white robe she wore, her damp hair spilled around her shoulders. She ran a soft hand through Mika's hair, "You are so beautiful, don't you agree?"
"She is," Sting answered from where they left him.
Mika blushed, making Lena smile, "We can be vulnerable here, Mikasa. " she leaned and placed a deep kiss on her lips. It took a moment before Mika returned the kiss. This was...different. But, necessary, she reminded herself. They needed to ingest her blood for this to work. She jumped slightly when she felt lips on her shoulder. Stings hands softly rested at her waist, while his lips traveled.
Mika whimpered against Stings lips as she felt the blade against her neck. "Shhhh," he softly said as he met her lips again. She felt the warm liquid running down her neck, Lena's tongue licked up Mika's sweat glistened skin, taking the crimson gold into her mouth.
Her wrist still stung from their first slice, the skin around it was bruised slightly from Stings mouth.
She had no idea how long they had been rolling in the sheets together, it felt like a strange blur. Lena placed a kiss on his lips, "I'm finished." She stood and wiped the blood from her lips, satisfied, "I have some things to do." She bit her lip, taking her eyes from the other two in her bed, "Sting, be nice."
He nuzzled into Mika's neck, "Yes ma'am."
Lena pulled the robe on her form, "Make sure she is taken care of." She turned and walked through what Mika assumed was an office door.
He carefully wrapped the sheets around her before removing himself. Mika wanted to wash her body with bleach. She felt gross. Sting had been gentle, as instructed, Mika appreciated that. Lena had of course gotten her fill first with soft words and gentle touches. But still, she hated them. They were horrid and twisted. This entire situation was fucked up, something she couldn't wait to bury.
Soon Mika could feel her eyes fighting to stay open. The mix of wine, her already weakened state, and the nights activities began to weigh on her. The warmth of the nearby fire began to lull her to sleep.