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At a high security mafian prison there was a recent break out. Mukuro Rukudo, Ken Joshima, and Chikusa Kakimoto had just broken out. They were all wounded. Mukuro was severely injured. A jagged piece of glass had imbeded itself in his arm. Unfortunately the arm that had the glass in it was broken.
The pain was excruciating, but he had to keep running. A long time passed until they couldn't hear the security guards. And to their relief they found an abandoned house. Or atleast what seemed like a house. They ran in just before it started raining. Mukuro leaned against a wall clutching his arm.
Ken and Chikusa were gasping for air. Moments of silence passed. Nothing but the rain pattering on the ground made a sound. Ken looked over at Mukuro who was obviously in pain.
"Mukuro-sama are you alright?"
Urgh... What a stupid question of course he's not alright.
"I'm... fine."
"You should lie down."
Ken and Chikusa helped Mukuro over to a nearby couch. He took off his jacket and Chikusa examined his wound.
"If we leave the glass in it'll get infected, but if we take it out chances are you would bleed to death... So what do you think?"
Mukuro thought. He didn't like either choices. But he figured he'd prefer having an infection than bleeding to death. Little did he know he was wrong. A few days had passed now. Mukuro was lying on the couch with a high fever. By now he wished he would've just bled to death, but that wasn't an option now.
Ken and Chikusa were out looking for a nearby town. Sweat dripped down his face. He slowly got off the couch and walked along the wall. When he reached the doorway he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He leaned against the rails.
The wind felt cool against his skin. His head ached, his arm wasn't getting any better, but atleast he wasn't in prison. A few more moments of peace passed. Unfortunately because of his high fever standing for a long period of time made him feel sick and dizzy.
His eyes grew dim. Shortly after he collapsed onto the ground. When he awoke he was back on the couch. His entire body was in pain. Ken and Chikusa were sitting nxt to him.
"Mukuro-sama we need to get you into town and in the hospital."
"How far... is it?"
"About thirty minutes. Will you be able to make it?"
"I've been through hell and back again... I can make it."
Chikusa's eyes looked worried, but he showed no emotion.
"Uhm... Chikusa... Could you help me up?"
Chikusa helped Mukuro stand up. They started their journey to a nearby town. Fifteen minutes passed.
"C-Chikusa... I can't... walk any longer..."
Mukuro's fever had greatly risen. His breathing grew heavier and his legs wouldn't support him any longer. He wondered for a minute if he was going to die. It would be a change of pace. His vision blurred and he blacked out.
And there ends the first chapter... Pore Mukuro... I feel bad for him. Please review, 'cause they are important!