She worried about him. She truly did. Her chest sometimes hurt, she recently noticed, from the times she would find herself anxiously worrying over him. Her chest clamped, and her breath caught in her throat. He did occasionally notice, and he would attempt to be even more careful of what he was doing. But it didn't help if she and her sister were the ones getting in that trouble in the first place.
Liz easily admitted this to be an easy mission. It quickly turned ugly- a mob had attacked them in the street and forced him into a nearby abandoned church. They weren't anywhere near a kishin, and he couldn't very well start a fight with them. So Kid carefully held Liz and Patty as guns behind his back. It didn't work when more appeared from behind.
"Whoa, boss. This kid's got guns," one burly man spoke, a thick northern accent coming through.
A second man- it was too dark to see facial features or even the clothes they wore- stepped up to Kid, peeking behind him. "Well, what do you know. You've got some guts comin' around here with something like that."
He pushed Kid up against a wall, guns digging into his back. He gave a slight groan at the impact, but otherwise remained silent.
"So tell me," the apparent boss started, "what exactly are you doing here? This is our grounds, kid. I ought 'a kill you, ya know?"
Kid didn't have time to open his mouth, explain his case. Four other men walked closer, one poking a gun's muzzle under his chin. He could feel Liz and Patty's wavelengths jump- spike up to a point of gripping his heart momentarily.
"Show us your guns," their boss ordered.
Kid remained still, and Liz took the initiative to whisper, "Just do it, Kid!"
He pulled them from behind his back, showcasing them to the five surrounding guys. One man pushed across the huddle and leaned his head downward. "I know what these are," he spoke with a smirk. "These are those fancy weapons or whatever. You know, from the DWMA, right?" He smacked under Kid's hands. "Transform. I wanna see what kind of brats these two guns really are."
The pair instantly started to glow, and Kid opened his mouth to protest- only for the thug's gun to shove deeper into his skin.
In front of him stood Liz and Patty, and there was a pregnant pause at the intense disbelief. In surprise, the group began laughing, uncontrollable waves of humor rippling off of them. The gun was dropped from his chin. Their boss was the only one to keep a cool head. It took only a moment for Kid to realize, as well as Liz and Patty, his motives.
"Change back, now!" Kid screamed. A second latter, and the bullet would have ripped through Liz's side. It instead implanted itself into Kid's chest. He double over, retaining the knowledge the remainder of the group had shut up.
"Kid!" the two weapons called in pure horror.
He found an opening in the clustered men from their outburst and slid out, loosing his footing on the ground as he exited.
"Fire!" he vaguely recalled hearing the boss yell. One bullet entered his back, another his leg. He stumbled, and another intruded his back. He could taste copper in his mouth, and the girls worrying over him- consuming any other emotion possible through their wavelength- helped none in his concentration. He rounded out the door, entered the next building immediately. It was, as well, abandoned. Luckily it locked from the inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, Kid dropped to the floor, loosing enough energy to even stay off of his stomach.
He heard them call his name once more, and he recognized their forms in front of him, hands closing in, but too timid to actually touch him.
"I'm fine..." he huffed out. "My body will heal on its own." A pause. "Are you two alright?"
"Of course we are!" Liz yelled back in anger. "But you're not! How can you even think you are?"
He didn't want to hear Patty. She already had a bad temper, and this would definitely set her off. And furthermore, he couldn't understand how Liz didn't understand that he was a 'shinigami,' the same thing as his dad. He would heal on his own; it just took time.
Kid sighed, his eyes weaving their way shut. "Stop worrying..." he mumbled.
He heard a slight ruffling of fabric, and then he was being lifted up. He felt lightheaded, but the warmth that extended across his body from the touch made him realize just how cold he was- and how much he wanted the heat.
And then Patty was speaking, gently, but still ended with that poignant giggling of hers.
"Up you go, Kid."
End