"I've really got myself into a mess this time," Kida laughed half-heartedly as he clung to the wall of the alleyway. He soon fell down on his already bruised and bleeding knees.
"S-soon I'll pass out…"the blonde looked to his shaking hand,that he couldn't feel anymore."Is this how the great Kida Masaomi will go out?..By getting jumped by a few measly squares.."His eyes darkened,"Like hell I'd let that happen"Grabbing to each brick he slowly pulled himself to his feet, He glared at the world as his panting and blood filled it. What he didn't know was that there was one other person out at the one person. Who was now watching Kida struggle, A person that no one should ever mess with .Shizuo Heiwajima.
As he watched Kida rise up only to fall again he thought,"What's with this kid? Hasn't he realised that he'd only rise up to fail again?...Why is he still trying to get up..?"..Although Shizuo said this he envied the kid... In a way he kept trying when Shizuo fell he didn't try to stand up again.
"Oi kid! Do you need some help?"
Kida looked over although it pained him,"...Heiwajima-San..?..." The look of curious confusion soon gave way into pain as one of Kida's multiple wounds opened. He winced and tried to hide it- But the sound didn't go unnoticed by Shizuo, "This kid just doesn't give up,does he?" He thought as he walked over to Kida's now shaking body.
"I'm going to pick you up alright? I'll try not to make anything worse." The older blonde said this as he leaned down to lift Kida's body from the pavement.
"No." Kida pushed Shizuo's hand away- the fire of determination never leaving the glint of his eyes."I'm my own hero. I don't need you."
Shizuo could only blink in a mix of amazement of confusion, As the young blonde lifted himself up and inched his way along the alleyway.
"Damn…"...Was the only thought Kida could process as his vision started to blur, and he slowly began to fall. Eyes widening, Shizuo ran over and saved Kida just in time from hitting the concrete.
"Oh fuck..he's losing too much blood.."Shizuo's mind began to whirl and he started to act upon instinct. ..Kida felt so light in his arms, but so cold. It felt like he was holding delicate ice. The only color on Kida's face was his blood and still forming bruises.
"He looks horrible...and Shinra's is all the way across town- I don't think he could make it there…..My apartment is the closest… I guess that will have to do."With that thought Shizuo ran as fast as he could to his apartment, but the whole way he couldn't stop glancing down at Kida. That was what he remembered, not how the buildings flew by or anything they passed. When he got to his apartment that was all he remembered-Kida's face, everything else was a blur.
Shizuo quickly ran into his humble apartment and put Kida down gently onto the couch. Then once that was done he rushed to the bathroom and grabbed his first aid kit. He began to take off Kida's hoodie so that he could see the extent of the wounds inflicted upon him. The sight that greeted him was not a pretty one. There were a few large gaping cuts lining his chest, as well as huge angry bruises. Shizuo's eyes widened at the damage. He pulled the large bottle of peroxide out of his kit and drenched a cotton ball in the substance. He then started to dab at the wounds on Kida's chest. Even in the young blonde's unconscious state he still whimpered slightly as the peroxide stung each and every one of his wounds.
Shizuo tried his best to remember everything Shinra had taught him about basic medical treatment,due to his extensive amount of fighting.
"The kid's going to need stitches.."...He pitied the kid as he brought out the needle and thread, "Let's just hope you don't wake up in the middle of this and give me hell."He took the needle and slowly pushed it through the skin of the first cut and pulled, stitch by stitch, he slowly closed up the nasty wounds. There was now blood covering his hands. The blood went unnoticed however, as he took the ace bandages out of the container and began to wrap them slowly around Kida's torso, almost completely covering it with the bandages. He worked like that until every wound was treated for on Kida's body.
Blood covered Kida's newly ripped and torn clothes, these Shizuo threw into a forgotten pile next to the couch. He grabbed one of his old t-shirts and dressed Kida with it.. He threw an old blanket over Kida and left a glass of water on the table next to him. His eyes started to become heavy at this point, and so without a second thought he threw himself onto his bed, and slowly fell to sleep.