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He doesn’t think when he surges forward, for the tranq darts to embed into his hands and the missiles that target on his back.
No one hurts his baby.
He growls when Dr Onda gives the ultimatum, a chunk of himself seethes to swat the planes out the sky like flies; like he’ll ever give her away. But his baby cries, the KDF closes in, and he prioritises booking it out of there over taking vengeance.
She's a precious little thing in his hands, cooing so gently into the night. A monumental relief that overshadows the pain, the rush of adrenaline slows as their pursuers behind pull back far, far away, because his baby, his daughter is safe and that’s all that matters. Kenji locks into autopilot, steeling himself in his battered invincible form, all he can think about is that he needs to make it home. He ignores the aches, the pinpricks of exhaustion that start to lay over him; the clouds and the stars cover his way home, and the ocean opens up to where planes cannot follow.
He barely makes it to the inside of his mansion. Neither does he bother to place her in her crib. The floating sphere that is Mina confirms that the baby’s alright, juggling ushering the little kaiju into her chamber and fretting over him.
He wants nothing more than to collapse then and there.
“It’s okay, baby, we’re okay”, Kenji murmurs, even as her beady eyes follow his shrinking form in worry. The red-blue light flickers violently - whatever strength he had leaves him as transforms back, knees buckling in a heap with a slight thud. His baby’s pink, looming form chirps at him, but he can only groan; everything seems to suddenly feel heavier.
He’s barely coherent to realise the claws that lift him; Mina who yelps as his baby coos and chirps, a feeling of weightlessness overcomes his sagging like stone, a slight part of his mind registers being cradled in his girl’s hands as his eyes shut ever so slightly-
Darkness pulls him in like a lullaby.