He felt bad. No, beyond bad. He felt like utter shit. He had let himself getting carried away, and now he was here, carrying the girl bridal style. She looked kinda familiar, but he brushed it off as just coincidence. She didn't weigh much, which shocked him slightly, but she was thin, and tiny in size. He could probably use her as an arm rest, with him leaning down slightly.
Her shoulder had been wrapped, poorly, but he was taking her to Shinra, and he knew she'd be taken real good care of there. He was hoping that damned flea didn't decide to show up, and fuck up everything even more.
The girl stirred slightly, as he quickened his pace. He at once slowed it down, and she calmed. She was definitely Japanese, but had something else in there that changed up her look. Gave it a strange, exotic look. Shizuo had to admit, it wasn't bad the way she looked, just different. He thought about that while he took her.
It hit him outside Shinra's door. She had Russian in her! He could see it now perfectly. What an odd mix. He shrugged slightly, and knocked on the door. He heard a whispering voice, and then his old friend opened the door, finally.
"Oh! Shizuo, w... What happened?" The greeting had started cheery and relieved, but grew quiet, and a bit grave. That irritated him for some reason. Did Shinra think he had done this? Well, he had, but still, it was wrong to assume.
"An accident. Can you help her?" He sighed, frowning at the slightly shorter male. The brunette paused, and then smiled.
"Sure, bring her in quickly. Set her on the coach. We need to wake her, and see what's wrong." He nodded, as if to prove his words would be the best of choices.
Shizuo did as told, resting her gently. Celty stood near by, quickly typing out, "She's cut pretty badly."
Shizuo nodded, sighing a bit, as he backed up, watching Shinra work. He nudged her gently, and she let out a moan of protest, and pain. Her eyes fluttered open after another gently nudged. Shizuo had to catch his breath. They were an unrealistic shade of icy-blue, near white, but for those deep arctic carverns around her pupil.
He scoffed quietly, berating himself. She was obviously quite young.
"Hi. I'm Shinra, what's your name? Can you tell me what hurts the most?" The brunette smiled a bit, touching her cut shoulder.
She winced. "My name is Jigoku Hatsumai. And it's dislocated and cut." She blinked, glancing around, first at Celty, then Shinra, and finally on Shizuo. He looked away, squeamish under that icy glare. Who would've thought that a girl her size and looks could make someone like Shizuo feel nervous? Tch, he sure didn't.
"Ah! Easy to fix. Keep still." He ordered, his cheerful tone taking a serious note. Celty held a hand, and Shizuo felt curious at how she seemed perfectly aware of Celty's mysterious presence, and yet completely comfortable.
Shinra took her arm, and gave a sharp tug. The girl flinched, letting out a whimper of pain. Probably the one thing Shizuo had seen affect that perfect little atmosphere she had. It was obviously faked, like a protective shell. But what was it trying to keep out, and keep protected?
"All better." He smiled. "But, I wait a minute, while I fetch some bandages for the cut." Shinra stopped, clapping his hands together to signify a job well done. He hurried off to a back room, and Shizuo took this time to give the girl a hard look.
Tiny, still, but curved. Definitely not as young as he thought. High school outfit too. Jagged, messy black hair that looked actually stylish, and pale ivory skin. Nice dark and light contrast, but nothing he didn't see from strangers. Just that exotic mix of blood gave her a special look.
He felt strange when he noticed she was staring at him right back, and glanced away politely. Shinra hurried in, breaking her stare from him. He exhaled in relief. Wait, he had been holding his breath?
Shinra's eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, as he wrapped her wound after she rid of the messy jacket. Thin arms. She was no where as near as powerful as those eyes made her seem.
"Thank you." She murmured when he had finished. She stood, but Shinra interjected quickly.
"Here, let Celty take you home, so we don't have anymore worries." He smiled at her.
Shizuo swore he saw her pupils narrow to slits for a second, or it might've been that sharp appearance. Finally she closed her eyes, and nodded, heading out with Celty.
Shizuo felt his curiousity peak, which hadn't happened in a long time.