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A/N: Day 4: I was lazy today people... My eyes are closing, but I promised myself I would not lose to the sleepiness! And so this chapter was born! Tan TAn TAN! (I should probably go to sleep, classes early in the morning tomorrow...)
YourLocalAlchemist: Famous last words... XD Thank you for reading.
Kensy Echo: Thank you! You don't realize how happy your words make me. I do agree with you. I am begging for a holiday even though the week has just started and I skipped most of my classes last week XD Only Shin-chan really...
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Shinichi was certain he was an idiot. Nothing else explained why he decided to go out in the middle of a blizzard. Even if the blizzard hadn't complexly formed yet, nothing changed. Stupid idiot.
Sighing as he rubbed his hands together, trying to restore the circulation, the detective looked up. The sky was covered with heavy clouds from which snow fell with no mercy. And the worst was yet to come, the news reported that wind was going to pick up during night, and next day it would be nearly impossible to leave the house.
Shinichi could imagine the panic. People running to the store in order to stock up on food and water. Most places would be closed, and only the brave would venture outside to control the natural disaster. The pessimistic part formed pictures of buried cars, houses and bodies. He had to wonder what would happen to the homeless people, those who had no safe place to hide. He knew realistically that no shelter would have the capacity to protect everyone. Lives would be lost without a doubt.
Scowling at the darkness of his thoughts, Shinichi decided it was time to return. It was getting to cold even with the layers he was wearing; his warm room awaited him.
He was so concentrated on his thoughts that as he stumbled against something solid, he immediately lost his balance and fell hard. Groaning in pain, feeling the cold grow worse, the detective regretted stepping out of the house. Perhaps he should have just given in and gone to sleep.
Blues eyes opened, only to widen to comical proportions.
He had stumbled on a body. Damn it, not even on his break was he even free from the crime, perhaps Megure had some point when he had called him a Shinigami.
The victim had been young, not more than twenty-five for sure. Lean body and handsome face, Shinichi had to wonder who would ever harm someone that innocent looking. Perhaps a jealous ex-girlfriend, there was a crescent rise on that type of murders after all.
Trying to stand up, Shinichi stumbled once again as his hand slipped on the icy road, and suddenly his face ended up much more closer to corpse's that he would ever want. He probably should have freaked out, Ran certainly would; but after once spending a day locked in a container of frozen bodies there was hardly anything that disgusted him anymore. Still, it was a pity; the young man was exactly his type.
A small movement of the eyelashes, faint mumble and wheezing noise, and suddenly Shinichi's hand was moving to the exposed neck, heart hammering. Sliding his finger down the stranger's throat, the detective located the carotid artery, not daring to move.
There! He could feel a faint pulse, and as he neared his face to the strangers, he could hear the shallow, breathless intakes of air. The stranger was still alive. Probably suffering from hypothermia, detective had no time to lose.
Not even thinking about it, Shinichi took his coat, enveloping it around the stranger. He needed to immediately warm him up. Good thing they were close to his house, or else the stranger would have no chance. Lifting him up with as much care as he could, careful not to hurt him any further, Shinichi hurried to return.