If you don't know, I love the Kebe ship. Those blondes were meant for each other. Here's the next chapter, enjoy.
I awoke to the noise of my window opening. I opened one eye, looking at the window across my room. A hooded figure stood at my window silhouetted in the moonlight. I scooted to the edge of my bed, and silently reached down under my bed for my softball bat. I gripped it tightly as the figure shifted. I noticed a question mark symbol and realized who it was. It was the masked vigilante "mysterion", but I hadn't seen him in years. I thought he was retired. I let go of the bat as he took a step closer to my bed.
"M-Mysterion?" I whispered, sitting up slightly in my bed. He limped over to me. He was injured badly. With a shaking hand, he reached up and ripped off a blood stained mask and dropping it on the floor.
"Bebe...help me. Please." He whispered. I looked up at his face. It was bruised and bloody, but I knew those blue eyes anywhere.
"Kenny? You're Mysterion?" I asked, pulling off the covers and standing up. I stood directly in front of him, looking deep into his blue eyes, that seemed to plead for help.
"I've messed up Bebe. I was way over my head." His voice cracked, and his whole body was shaking. I directed him into my bathroom, turning on the light, and sitting him on the floor. I sat down in front of him, pulling off his cloak and t-shirt. A bullet hole was in his right arm and a large wound was left on his left side. I gasped and cupped my hand over my mouth.
"Oh my god...Kenny...what the hell were you doing?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't understand why they were, we had never been very good friends. But seeing him on my bathroom floor, bleeding and injured, my feelings welled up. He reached a shaking hand up and wiped a tear off my cheek.
"I-I can't tell you right now. I promise I will. Just...not now. But please...you're the only one who can help me." He choked out. I nodded, wiping away the remaining tears. I crawled over to sink and opened up the cabinet beneath it. Digging through the supplies underneath it, I pulled out a first aid kit. My mother, being the trophy wife she was, stocked our house with that shit all the time. With shaking hands I started the water in the bath tub with warm water.
It filled up slightly, but I didn't put Kenny in it. I sat him on the edge and dropped a sponge into the warm water. I began to lightly scrub the blood from his neck and shoulder, lightly cleaning over the bullet wound. I stared at it and gasped as I saw the bullet fragments still in it.
"K-Kenny...the bullet...it's still in your arm."
"Yeah...I saw it*cough*...I think it's only in big pieces though. Do you think you can take them out?" I blinked at him, I wasn't trained to do this.
"I...I can try..." I said, laying him down and pulling a pair of tweezers out of the box. After cleaning them, I leaned over Kenny and stared into the wound. I held my arm as steady as I could as I lowered the tweezers into the hole. I placed an arm firmly on his shoulder and my knee on his lower arm to keep him still. As I began to pull a fragment out, he flailed his legs around and clenched his teeth. He didn't scream in agony, but he made pained moans as I dropped the piece onto the floor. I continued to take out the pieces, six in total, Kenny took it pretty well. I mean, he was having a bullet being pulled out of his arm, piece by piece.
"Th-Thanks Bebe." He whispered as I dropped the tweezers on the floor and he sat up. He stared at me for a few moments. It was an awkward silence that I didn't understand.
"What?" I asked him looking into the tub.
"It's nothing..." He said, looking back down. I shook off the strange look and wrapped his arm in gauze and bandages. I wrapped it tightly and it seemed that the bleeding had slowed down.
I picked up the sponge again, ringing it out, and continuing to clean his dirt and blood covered chest. I moved up to his face, cupping his cheek in my hand. His expression was distant and his eyes seemed as I'd they weren't focussing on anything. I frowned at this, not wanting him to be so distant. I wanted him to talk to me. I couldn't explain why, but I wanted him to open up and allow me to know him.
I looked up at his hair. It was sticking out in every direction, but part of it was stuck to his face by a mixture of sweat and blood. His hair wasn't its usual golden color. It was covered in ash and blood that made it look an almost brown dirty blonde. I ran the warm water in the bath and leaned him under him, lightly stroking my fingers through his tangled hair until all of the blood and dirt came out. I cleaned off the cut that was on his forehead. It wasn't deep but it seemed to bleed as if it was.
"Mm" he moaned as I placed an ointment on his forehead before placing a bandage on it. After I had cleaned him, he weakly stood up and grabbed his clothes.
"Where are you going?" I asked, grabbing his wrist. He looked at me, before turning to me and taking a step closer. He was significantly taller than me and had to look down at me. His jaw was firm as I held his wrist tighter.
"Wh-What did you do?" I asked quietly, not sure what his reaction would be. He seemed to tense up and I immediately regretted the question. He took a deep sigh and ran a large hand through his wet hair.
"Do you really want to know?" He asked. I didn't say anything in response. I simply nodded, starring at his chest as I waited. He sighed again and loosened up and dropped his other arm to his side.
"Is there somewhere we can sit?" He asked me. "Like...other than your bathroom floor?" I drained the tub and put the supplies away before exiting into my room. I turned off the light and closed the bathroom door behind me. We sat on my bed, the faint light of my lamp just barely illuminating my room. He sat down stiffly and took a deep breath.