Safe
Romance. Main: MadoHomu. Peepee
Kyoko was late. Damn. Darn. Freaking. Late.
The chime of the tower clock resounded throughout the plaza as Homura sighed heavily. She had been waiting for a certain redhead for an hour now. She would have gone home after waiting for more than ten minutes, but Homura didn't have a choice. Kyoko accidentally took her documents the other day she dropped by her house and Homura needed it by this evening for a job interview.
She tapped her feet impatiently and took out her phone, despite having all her past calls redirected into Kyoko's voicemail, Homura decided to try calling again. Half expecting herself to start hearing Kyoko's obnoxious voicemail message again, Homura was surprised when the sound of the phone connecting reached her ears.
Her surprise quickly changed into anger though. "Sakura Kyoko, where the hell are yo-"
"Is this someone who is related to Kyoko?" Homura blinked, she pulled the phone away from her ears before staring at the screen. She raised an eyebrow before answering calmly.
"Yea. I'm a friend of hers."
"Sakura Kyoko have just met with an accident and her family are unreachable, would you mind dropping down to Neko's hospital?"
That sentence was enough to make Homura dash straight to the taxi stand without any second to waste.
~boobs~
It was a horrible accident.
The news continued broadcasting the recent incident on a small T.V in the hospital. There was a huge blast near a petrol station due to some carelessness and everything went downhill from there. There were 32 casualties, 1 death and 3 unharmed apparently.
Homura glanced around. Doctors and nurses were running in and out of wards and the front counter were crowded with worried families and friends of the people who were involved in the accident.
1 death.
Homura bit her lips and approached the front counter like everyone else. She tried to look at the tiny list, to see how Kyoko was but everyone were squeezing and demanding answers that the nurses couldn't reply to.
"Anyone here is blood type A? Anyone here?" Homura turned and watch a doctor yelling and looking around desperately, but no one approached him to give him an answer.
"Blood type A? We need it to save a life!"
"I'm blood type A."
The doctor turned to stare at Homura who finally managed to push through the crowd and raised her arm. He gave a smile and gestured Homura to another counter. "Please fill in your particulars here. Don't you worry, we'll keep the information confidential. I would like to thank you on behalf of the girl who needed your blood more than anything else." Homura signed it quickly and passed the paper back to the doctor.
"But may I know who's the person who passed away in the accident?"
"His name is Kyosuke." The doctor then passed the particulars to a nurse before he signalled Homura to follow him again. She heaved a sigh of relief.
~yoyo balls~
"Aw? You're worried for me?" Kyoko lay on her hospital bed with a smug smirk.
Homura closed her eyes and swallowed hard, trying to refrain herself from getting too agitated. Homura was not just weak but almost dying. She didn't have lunch because she was waiting for Kyoko and it didn't help much that the doctor took so much blood from her.
"But I'm surprised you actually volunteered. To donate blood." Kyoko, with much difficulty, scratched her chin on her shoulder since both of her arms were bandaged. She didn't break a bone or whatsoever, both her arms were just grazed and it was considered a minor injury compared to others who had broken bones and severe burns.
"It's to save a life. What else matters?" Homura peeled open one of her eyes tiredly and sighed. "Guess I can't make it to the interview. You lost my documents anyway."
"Sorry bro. What goes around, comes around. Heaven will reward you for saving a life." Kyoko leaned over to Homura with a cheeky smile. "Of course Heaven will also bring you even more luck if you're willing to take care of me till I recover."
Homura sighed, again.
A/N: OKAY ERM. THIS ISN'T WHAT IN ORIGINALLY THOUGHT IT EWOULD BE. LET'S JUST IMAGINE THEY HAVE THE SAME BLOOD TYPE, YOU CANT;'T STOP ME FROM WO DE WEI LAI DE ZI JI ANOTHER AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
CASHBANKY, CAN YOU PLEASE CONTINUE THET PRINCESS KNIGHT STORY IF NOT I'M DISCONTINUING THIS UNLESS YOU H8 THIS STORY AW. OHKAY SAYONAR PPL AND I WONT UPDATE UNTIL MY LOVABLE OTPS IS CANON WHICH IS LIKE NEVER
