"That's quite the family tree," Kuai commented, looking at the long paper before him. Hanzo had been able to track every part of his family history. He had at least 8 generations of ancestors recorded.
"Bloodline was important to the Shirai Ryu, records were kept meticulously." Hanzo tilted his head. "The original was partially destroyed, but I managed to recover most of it, and actually add to it as well."
"I have to admit, I'm a little envious."
"Did the Lin Kuei not take records like this?" Hanzo questioned, rolling the paper up.
"Only those within the Lin Kuei," Kuai explained. "And that is mostly because of the Sub Zero title." Kuai watched Hanzo for his reaction, he barely did, aside from his brows drawing together ever so slightly.
"What about your father? He wasn't Lin Kuei was he? Have you tried looking into his family?"
"I have, but he was an orphan, and the orphanage he grew up in didn't have record of where he'd come from," Kuai sighed. It had taken so long to find the place his father grew up, only to be told that he had been abandoned on the doorstep. "I did find out my mother had also grown up there as well, they were childhood sweethearts."
"And she is your Grandfather's daughter?" Hanzo asked, clearly trying to put everything together in his head.
"Yes, and from there I know my Lin Kuei ancestors," Kuai explained. It wasn't hard to trace that aspect of his family, everyone who'd held the title Sub Zero was related to him in some way. "But it seems when my Grandmother left her at the orphanage, she did not leave any information either."
"Did you ever ask your brother? Or even your Grandfather?" Hanzo had his hand on his chin, gaze intense clearly deep in thought.
"I did once. Bi-Han knew about as much as me, and my Grandfather..." His Grandfather was a stern man most of the time. He had somewhat of a soft spot for Kuai, but his reaction to being asked about Kuai's Grandmother had been unusually violent. He had been too scared to ever ask again.
The silence stretched between them, before Hanzo cleared his throat and said "this really upset's you, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Kuai whispered, voice cracking slightly. "My culture has heavy emphasis on respecting your ancestors and making them proud. How am I supposed to do that if I do not know who they are?"
Hanzo hummed, placing his hand on Kuai's cheek, planting a kiss on his temple. "I can help you look. I won't stop until you know everyone who walked before you."
Kuai choked back a sob, though now one of happiness and relief. "I would appreciate that. Thank you." He gave Hanzo a short chaste kiss. "I'm lucky to have a man like you. I love you."
"And I love you, my snowflake."
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