The next day

Shiro left a bar, happy to finally have found himself a job, after asking everywhere he could imagine to work at and that for over six hours.
So now he would be the bartender for the rather new club 'Los Lobos'.
He would start tomorrow evening.
The club's owner had given him his uniform already, black slacks, and waistcoat and a white shirt to wear under it.
Shiro could imagine how he would stand out with these clothes on his pale skin, but it wasn't that he really cared if people gawked at him.

The albino came across sports grounds, when he heard loud laughing and in between the laughter silent cries.
"Aww, has the little princess a boo-boo?"
"Hurry and run home to mummy, little baby."
Shiro clenched his hands into fists.
He may not love anyone or been loved by his family, but that didn't mean he was a heartless man that refused someone help when he needed it.
He ran over to the soccer field, spotting some punks pushing a little boy around and throwing his bag to each other, out of the little boys reach.
"Whadda ya want kiddo? Wanna have your bag back, eh?"
The boy was clearly afraid and the tears wouldn't stop falling from his face.
When he crouched down, sobbing and crying loudly, one of the punks aimed to kick into the boys side.
"Stop the whinin' already."
Before the kick hit home, Shiro yelled at them, distracting them from their bullying.

"Hey you assholes. Pick yourself a matching opponent."
The punks turned around to him, one grinning wide.
"Implying on someone special?"
Shiro dropped the bag with his uniform and stepped out of his jacket, waving the guys over to him.
"Come 'ere if ya dare."
The punks launched in unison at him.
At first the albino defended himself quite well, that was until one of the punks caught his arms and locked them into his back.
The others started to punch and kick him.
One got an iron bar, god knows where from and smashed it against Shiros legs and torso, an other got brass knuckles out of his pocket and hit him with them hard into his face.
Blood trickled into his eyes, he felt dizzy and his legs couldn't support him anymore.
He scanned the place with hazy eyes, locating the boy standing frozen where the punks had left off of him.
A wave of anger raised in Shiro, that the kid would just stand there gaping.
"What are ya still doin' here? Hurry up and get home, kid!"
He yelled, pulling the kid out of his stupor.
"Shut up, freak!"
Another punch landed in his ribs, knocking the air out of his lungs.
The last he saw before all went black, was the kid grabbing his bag and making a run for it.

The punks looked at his limp form, lying bloody and bruised in the dirt.
"Ya think he's dead?"
"Don' know an' I don' care."
"The kid got away. Ya think he'll get someone ta help?"
They looked each other in the eyes, thinking over their options.
The sound of someone running drew closer to them and than a yell flew to their ears.
"Let go of the man you three!"
"Shit! He got the cops."
"Let's get away."
Shiro heard the yells, as if they were far away from him, than someone shook his aching body and a high child's' voice called out to him.
"Mister! Hey, mister, get up. Don't sleep. You can't fall asleep!"
Shiro growled at the unnerving voice.
Why wouldn't the kid let him go back into the warm blackness?
"Go 'way. Told ya to go home, ne?"
"I came back with Ototo. He's a policeman. Mister, please stay awake."

Steps drew closer and a deep baritone spoke.
"...I want you to look for these three, they escaped in the malls and send an ambulance over. Yes the man is severely injured. Ok, thanks."
Shiro forced his eyes to open, seeing the kid and an officer stand next to him.
"Lie there until the ambulance arrives, young man."
The albino wouldn't have it and aimed to stand up.
" 'am fine. Get your son and go home."
His vision was a bit blurry, but he still could see how the older man reached his hand out to him, trying to push him back down.
"You have a head wound, don't move so much."
"I said I'm fine."
He denied, trying to get to his feet.
Just as he rested his weight on one of his feet, the leg gave in immediately and a burning pain shot through Shiro.
"Shit!"
He cursed, falling over and his vision bleaching.
The police officer caught him and laid him back down.
"Maybe, I'll need the help, officer."
He said sarcastically.
"Can't stand?"
"No."
"You could have some fractures."

Minutes later the ambulance finally arrived.
The medics diagnosed, both of Shiros legs were broken in several places, he had a fractured rib, a deep flesh wound on the temple and a sprinkled wrist, maybe from when he fell unconscious after the beating up.
They brought him to the Kurosaki clinic, where his injuries got treated immediately.
His legs got splinted in an operation, the flesh wound stitched, the rib fixed, so it could heal back together correctly and his wrist was put in bandages to restrain it from movement.

After Shiro woke once after the narcotizing wore off he looked around groggily.
"Where am I?"
He asked already slipping back to sleep again.
"That's the Kurosaki clinic. You where brought here, some hours ago."
"Ah."
That was all he could say before he was out again.
In the back of his mind his brain ran nonstop.
Kurosaki.
That sounded familiar.
He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Chapter 4
End

So I hope you liked it.
Next chapter will finally have Ichi in it, as well as some mood swings...
I hope you won't throw stones at me after the next chappy.
Well we'll see.
Until next time.

See ya
Shiro Yue