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Note: I own Musume Nihon.
Ride the Wind
~ Chapter Two ~
Sunlight poured through the window and onto Musume Nihon's face. She peeked up at the ceiling through barely open eyes. "Hm? It's morning already?" The memories of that night flashed through her mind as she stretched and rolled over with a yawn and the rub of her eyes. Suddenly, she found herself to fall off the edge of a bed. Huh? "Ah!" Crash landed on her face, she laid there with a sigh and a groan. "Ouch. Well, now, that really hurt."
Izaya gently slid the bedroom door open. "Oi! Nihon-sama. Shizuo asked me if I could come and get you." When he noticed her on the floor beside the bed, he couldn't help but to laugh. "Aw, come now, Nihon-sama. What's the matter?"
She sighed and her lips made a strange noise as the air produced caused the pale blonde hair that hung messy in her face to bow heavenward.
A half-smile spread along his lips. "Okay, okay, I get it, Missy Horse." I cannot believe she just gave me a horse noise. He approached her, dropped to his knees beside her and began to gently lift her from the floor. She's light as a feather. "I heard a scream. Are you all right?"
Her eyes met his as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm fine!" Baka!
He noticed her petite, slim figure and grinned from ear-to-ear. She looks like a doll. She'd look good as a model for a fashionable clothes line of real life doll clothes. She could wear high heels and a cute bonnet, or a headdress. "You're actually pretty cute, you know. You should model for a fashionable clothes line of real life doll clothes."
That's what everyone tells me. Self-conscious about her body, her eyes shaded over. "Yeah." With the nod of her head, that's all she could say to him. Her hands flew up to gently cup her throat. My words are locked here. Why? I don't understand this tension deep inside of me.
Izaya picked up on the gesture and deep concern entered his eyes. Okay, so maybe he wasn't such a cold-hearted playboy all the time. Either that, or this could be one of the ways he picked up chicks. "Ahem! Hello? Are you still with me?"
Musume Nihon shook her head. "Mm-yeah. Gomennasai."
Shizuo entered the bedroom. "Eto…Izaya's not up to his insane antics, is he? You tell me if he bothers you, Nihon-sama."
Izaya raised his eyebrows at him. Why is he so upset? "Honest, I wasn't!"
Musume Nihon glanced from Izaya to Shizuo. "Oh! Ano…Guys. Do you have some time I can sit down and talk with you? It's important." I want to do this for them as a thank-you for everything.
Shizuo smiled at her. "How about after breakfast?"
Her heart pounded and her stomach twisted painfully. "A-Ano…" With she shake of her head, she couldn't bear to look either of them in the eye. "Mm-mm!" I-I don't know how to tell them! "I'll pass on breakfast." She didn't want two men she'd just met to discover her secret and she hoped with all her heart they didn't already know. I don't know how long I can keep this a secret from them. Maybe I can sneak away in the middle of the night. No. That won't work. They'll only track me down and fuss me for my attempted escape. Maybe I can tell them that I'm a young lady and that I need privacy. Hopefully they'll allow me to have a place of my own.
Izaya waved a hand in front her face. "You're a spacy one."
She smacked his hand away. "Knock it off!"
Shizuo gave Izaya a serious look. "Please, leave, Izaya. Don't you dare even consider eavesdropping, either!"
Izaya stood. "Fine, fine!" He closed the door on his way out.
Musume Nihon opened her mouth to speak, but Shizuo lifted his right index finger in a motion to stop her. With that, she closed her mouth and he started to speak.
Shizuo's eyes shone genuine concern and gentleness. "Would you feel more comfortable if Anri and Celty came to visit you? Would you and Anri like to tutor each other? You and Celty could chit-chat. You could invite them to sleep over." He figured she felt ill at ease with two guys constantly in the house. I don't want her to feel like we're here to hold her hostage.
Musume Nihon stood from the bed and tried to walk towards him, but the room spun and her knees buckled as her legs trembled, her feet no longer able to keep her stabilized. Down she went.
Shizuo rushed to her aid, an expression of shock. What happened? Is she all right? It made him nervous, the way she barely breathed, the way it looked as if she struggled to breathe. To him, she appeared so porcelain and he feared the slightest touch would shatter her entire being.
The sudden echo of gunshots in the area alerted Izaya and he slammed open the bedroom door. "Shizuo!"
KAK-KAK! Blood splattered from her mouth and dripped from her chin. Musume Nihon stared at Izaya with wide eyes and gasped. "Run and don't look back!"
Shizuo gaped. It didn't matter that his nose pressed between her huge breasts. He couldn't believe she just protected him. He knew she'd need medical treatment right away, or she could die.
With all her strength, she shoved him into Izaya. "MOVE IT!" Are we deaf, or what?
Shizuo protested. "Are you insane? You'll die!" He lifted her into his arms and carried her from the room.
"Never remove an injured person."
He gently scolded her. "Ha-ha, nice try. You haven't broken your neck, or hit your head, numbskull." Oh, but she sure is bleeding heavily! He darted towards Shinra's. "Shinra, Shinra! I need your help right away!"
Immediately, Shinra appeared. He noted the frantic tone in his friend's voice. When he appeared before Shizuo, Izaya and the young woman in Shizuo's arms, he dared not question for the moment even though he had loads of questions.
Musume Nihon eventually passed out from the loss of blood and intense pain.
Shizuo handed the young woman over to Shinra. He stared at her with intense concern. So feeble she looked in his arms. Oh, Nihon-sama. It was difficult to believe that just the night before, she could've possibly beaten up Izaya.
Musume Nihon's black high heels dangled lifelessly.
Shinra entered a private room, Musume Nihon in his arms. He laid her down on the examination table. He noticed the bones that slightly poked out from under her skin. She's too thin. The black circles under her eyes looked dark and her skin had an all-too pale look to it. Her skin flaked and her hair had so little sheen to it. Her skin and hair are dehydrated. He decided that she must take an orange Centrum vitamin every morn and that she must eat something when she wakes." He stripped her of her clothes, dressed her wounds and put on a hospital sheet.
Later on, Shizuo was the first to notice Shinra emerge from the room with a worried look. "Is she all right?"
Shinra sighed. "I did what I could. The rest depends on her. It looks like she was hit with a 32. The bullet hit her spine in two places and barely missed her internal organs. If she lives through this, she'll never walk again."
For the first time in his life, Shizuo felt extreme waves of shock burst through him. Eyes wide, he trembled all over as he dropped to his knees. "Oh. My. Gosh! N-No way." He couldn't believe what she'd sacrificed in the place of his life.
This bit of information may very well traumatize those two. "Oh, and another thing, guys. This is a real miracle. The bullet also missed the baby. If she survives this, she'll give birth to a healthy baby girl."
Shizuo and Izaya gawked at each other. How on earth did…? When was she going to…?
