A newborn left behind to the warmth of a beast.
A wail fills the air, repetition of the past three weeks. The cries loud, sharp and breathing ragged between hiccups and shrieks. A blond curls in his sheets, tangles his hands in his hair- desperation and eyes flickering widely. He's tired- not exactly angry but weary. His teeth clamp into his cheek, iron and liquid red spilling onto his tongue. Swallows thickly several times and finds himself sitting upwards, sweeping the sheets of his form.
Bare feet touch cool floors, sluggish and dragging as he nears the sobbing. He leaves his bedroom, and Shizuo shoves open a another door. He can't sleep, not when there's a pair of small arms waving and fleshy cheeks flushed pink and streaked in tears. Shizuo breathes in, slowly. Moving closer to the sound, the infant's eyes squeezed shut and pacifier lolled to the side.
His eyes barely keep open, fingers pinched the end of his forehead to still the thoughts and frustrations that bud forward. "Shhh." A soft voice, Shizuo reaches into the small crib, lifting the infant from the small caged home. Gentle in his touch, the same that could rip apart a city, the blond presses his mouth against a heated forehead. One hand grasping a small back, another against the back of a head- shudders and gasps escaping the poor three week old. He rocks the child, offers more shushes and gentle kisses.
The baby still wails, until Shizuo strides to the kitchen, rubbing the back and makes a bottle of warm milk. He's blinking to keep himself up, voice nothing more than a mumble as he waits a moment for the bottle to cool. He can't feel the intense heat, but knows from a mistake prior- that he should wait at least a minute before attempting to bottle feed the child. As he waits, checks the diaper and notes to change it.
Even so, the baby is still sobbing. A clean diaper doesn't help; but when the bottle's teat presses against a mouth, the baby silences, hiccups as it drinks and wraps one hand around a finger that holds the bottle. Shizuo sighs, moves back to his bedroom. Sits on his bed and presses his back against the headboard, keeping the baby wrapped in his arms. " 'Stis better...?" He asks, as if the infant could answer. Instead, bright eyes peer back at him and Shizuo smiles tiredly. "Yeah..."
As the bottle is half drained, a back patted to ease the gas building up- Shizuo closes his eyes, exhausted. Sleep dragging him down, but he holds it off until the small human in his arms drifts back into sleep.
"Night.." Murmured gentle, as sleep is finally welcomed.