Never Afraid

Relm reached out to grab his paw and Kichi’s brow furrowed in mild confusion.  It wasn’t that he minded her doing so but it just wasn’t a thing he would have expected of Relm.  For that matter, she was one of the few wolves he didn’t mind doing it.

Relm’s desire to be hurt was almost a surprise but then not.  Kichi could understand a desire to feel something even if it was in feeling physical pain.  He remembered wandering around feeling numb and with no damn point to life and so whether or not that was exactly how Relm felt didn’t matter, he still got the concept of where pain could be good.
Kichi’s lip twitched in a part smile on one end, holding himself back from taking her up on the offer just yet.  Kichi had fought Al that one time all out and once he had started Kichi hadn’t worried about it being his friend or how much damage he had done.  It become very little only because of how much better Alastor was in fighting than Kichi.  Ah, then she added on she’d fight too.  That made it better.

“Happy to,” Kichi stretched out to loosen a few muscles first, “but, just to be sure, whatever happens, is what it is, right?  I don’t play gently in a fight.  I assume that’s how you want it?” Kichi’s body was relaxed still but there was a brightness in those eyes.  He wanted her to agree to a no-holding-back fight.  Kichi had been aiming to be good lately.  If not trying to make friends he was at least attempting to be civil.  The kids were the easiest to deal with.  Still, letting loose, tapping that rage, and finding a point to focus it on?  That would feel wonderful.

Kichi grinned, “so long as you agree, make it mutual.  Do your best to hurt me.  Every inner pain you hold inside?  Focus it on me.  It’ll be fun.”  So long as neither ended up dead or damage that would permanently weaken them in future fights then all the damage done would be well worth the elation of battle.

"Kichi"