Another Shima-centric fic, I had loads of fun writing this. Requested by Copy-Nin's Daughter!

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Copy-Nin's Daughter: I'm glad you liked it, and yeah Lightning is super weird! And I don't mind writing so many Shima shots, since he's my favorite too, so I did your request. And I'm so glad you requested this because it was bothering me for a while that no one seemed concerned that Shima literally couldn't breathe! Not even his own parents! But yeah, thanks for reviewing! Enjoy the chapter!

Shima opened his eyes to be blinded by a demonic blue light. He looked up and saw Rin engulfed in flames, fighting Amaimon. Bon was clutching at his throat in pain and Koneko was on the ground with tears in his eyes.

Shiemi was unresponsive, glazed eyes staring at nothing. With a grunt, Shima pushed himself up. Sharp pain exploded in his chest, taking his breath away.

"Are you guys okay?" He rasped.

"Shima-san!" Bon stood up shakily, walking over to help him up. Shima whipped out his K'rik for balance.

"Ugh, I think I broke something," he muttered.

"Yeah, so did Koneko. And it serves you right for laughing at the King of Earth!"

"But it hurts a lot and I can't really bre-"

"Hey! What's going on here!?" Yukio and Shura ran over, followed by the other exwires. Yukio looked up with a sigh.

"Damn Nii-san."

"Okumura-sensei!" Bon said, gesturing towards Shiemi, "Can you fix Moriyama-san?"

Shima was shoved aside as the adults got to work. He watched Yukio work on Shiemi. Every breath felt as though knives were being shoved into his chest. Another crash rang out, and everyone saw Rin go flying through the air.

"We need to go," Shura said. "Shima-san, help Konekomaru!"

"Huh?" Shima paled. But he couldn't argue with the woman's glaring, so he leaned down to grab Koneko.

Together the boys walked behind the rest of the group. Shima huffed, using his staff as a crutch. He held his breath as much as possible, but that only made him dizzy.

"Ow..." He whispered. But no one heard him. Shima pressed a hand a against his ribs and almost screamed. The pain whitened his vision. He staggered towards Bon, who was arguing with Yukio.

"Hey, I really can't bre-"

"Shima-san we're all hurt, okay! We're going to go get treatment right now!" Bon growled, before turning back to Yukio.

"Thanks," Shima muttered, falling to the back of the group again. At least now Koneko was walking on his own, though he was holding his arm pretty tightly.

I'm fine...probably just a broken rib or something...I'm sure if I ignore it and walk slowly, it'll go away...

But by the time they made it back to the academy, Shima was on the verge of passing out. He coughed loudly, the pain radiating into his shoulders and back.

Still, everyone was preoccupied with Rin and the idea of him being some kind of demon. Shima wasn't really paying attention. He focused on the pacing of his heart, which was becoming slower and slower. Then faster and faster.

It drew him in, and he whimpered quietly to himself.

"Watch where you're going!" Izumo yelled at him, and he realized he had been about to run into her.

"S'ry," Shima slurred. His face screwed up in a grimace.

"Oh stop being such a baby!"

Luckily, Shima was saved from having to respond when the paladin appeared out of nowhere, followed by Mephisto a few minutes later. The grand entrance caused the others to rush forwards, and Shima found himself getting pushed around. He doubled over, leaning against the railing.

In the head master's arms was Rin, screaming and growling like an animal. Even Shima looked up to watch, and this time he was able to process things a bit more clearly.

"Rin..." Shiemi's soft voice broke through the yelling. But all too soon the men, joined by Shura, were dragging their friend away.

"Come on, I'll explain everything once we get to the first aid room," Yukio sighed.

Shima felt the color drain from his face as the pain became too much. He dropped to his knees, still holding his K'rik.

"Shima-san?" Koneko was the first to notice. "Come on we have to go!"

"Can't..."

"If you're worried about Okumura-kun you can forget him because-" Bon started.

"No! I just...it hurts to..." Shima's words cut off, and he found himself unable to speak. He gestured wildly to his chest, which was tightening like a vice.

"We need to get him to the infirmary quick!" Yukio ordered, realizing what Shima was trying to say.

Bon picked him up roughly, and Shima croaked in pain.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Bon murmured.

Shima couldn't answer. He let his eyes roll up, but unconsciousness never came. He drifted into his own mind, incoherent thoughts flying past. Time lost its meaning, and seconds took hours while hours took days.

"Hey, I think he's coming around," someone said.

Shima blinked, and realized he was in a hospital bed. Confusion swarmed his senses. It felt like he'd teleported or something.

"Do you know your name?" Yukio's face loomed in his vision.

"What?"

"Your name. What is it?"

"Shima Renzou...why are you asking me that?"

"Good, that means the worst is over," Yukio said, sitting back down. Bon, Izumo, Shiemi, and Takara were sitting on chairs around the room. And Koneko was in the bed next to him, a cast on his arm.

"What are you talking about?" Shima asked, his throat hurt badly and his chest was still sore.

"Amaimon apparently broke two of your ribs, which made one of your lungs collapse. The doctors were really worried..."

"Oh. What about Okumura-kun?"

Izumo giggled meanly. "Okumura-sensei just got finished explaining everything."

Shima reddened, then turned to Bon.

"You know I was trying to tell you!"

"No you weren't!"

"I was too! You weren't listening! I could've died and you would have just kept walking!"

"Well next time you should be clearer," Bon smirked.

"Next time!? Screw that I'm never fighting anything again!" Shima declared.

"What do you mean again?"

"Hey come on, don't be so cruel!" Shima whined, laughter in his voice. The others, with the exception of Koneko, looked on in confusion. They weren't sure whether this was friendly or not.

But Koneko knew both of them well enough to understand that this was Bon's way of saying sorry, and expressing concern. And Shima's way of accepting his apologies.

Shima coughed suddenly, jerking up in bed.

"You alright?" Bon asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine...But while I'm in here you're going to have to bring me all of my special manga!" Shima grinned wickedly and Bon put up his hands.

"Gross, I wouldn't touch those things with a ten foot pole!"

"Oh stop being so proper. I've seen you looking at one before!"

Bon's face went red. "No I haven't! You're lying!" He sputtered.

Shima laughed and the others chuckled nervously. Koneko smiled, amused.

"Hey can I have more medicine?" Shima asked, wincing.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Koneko asked.

"Yeah kinda."

"I'll go get a nurse," Shiemi volunteered, leaving the small room.

"Make sure she's pretty!" Shima called after her.

Bon stomped over with his hands raised.

"Now now Bon, you can't hit me while I'm injured!" Shima clucked. Bon snorted, then wrapped his arms around the pink-haired boy.

"Seriously you slacker, tell me when you're hurt."

"I'll try my hardest to get through that thick skull of yours."

"Good. Because this is what happens when I don't know things like this," Bon said. Shima raised his eyebrows, smirking.

"Right Bon. What would I do without you?"

Okay so suggest and review and all that. See you guys next chapter!

Wolf Out...