"Ow! Ow! It hurts! The hell is wrong with you?" Anita angrily shouted at Shizuo.
Shizuo was carrying her bridle style to a destination still unknown to the Latina. There was tears threatening to spill from her eyes in pain as her bottom lip quivered. She was angry despite her discomfort in her arm. It was broken, telling by the bone visibly out of proportion and the dark purple brushed over her arm. It was already swollen and every movement Shizuo did affected the pain inflicted upon her forearm, which explained why she was angry with each step he took.
"..." Shizuo adjusted her in his arms carefully with a grim expression behind his tinted sunglasses. "Why'd the fuck did you have to be in the way"
"Why'd the fuck did you throw at vending machine at me-"
"It was supposed to hit that flea!"
"Care?" She snapped as she glared up at him. He growled in response as he avoided her glare. After a moment of silence she whined pathetically again.
"Ow..." A single drop of saline fluid slid down her cheek as she sniffled. She looked up at him with red puffy eyes, trying to control the amount of tears escaping her brown orbs. She involuntarily sniffled again as she stuttered in pain. "C-can you slow down? It hurts when you walk fast like that"
Shizuo sighed, his earlier anger washing away as guilt filled it's place. He slowed his pace as he stared straight ahead. At that, Anita leaned her head on his chest, her grip on her right shoulder relaxing slightly. Pink tinted the former bartender's cheeks, this is the closest he has probably ever been to a female (Other then when he was born). He could feel her hair prickling against his exposed neck, sending a tickling feeling against his skin.
When Shizuo stopped walking Anita looked up at him curiously, they were already inside what she guessed was an apartment hallway. Shizuo set her down as gently as he could, he quickly banged on the door presented in front of them. Anita blinked up at Shizuo, if that was her door, she would have yelled at him. The door slowly opened, revealing a man with slightly spiky brown hair and black framed glasses. He was wearing a pearl white lab coat, khaki black pants with a white dress shirt and a navy blue tie.
"Shizuo!" The man beamed with a bright smile "Have you come to visit me and my love Celty?"
"Shut it Shinra" Shizuo said gruffy. He placed a hand on Anita's shoulder, shoving her in the doctor's view. "Fix her"
The man now known as Shinra observed Anita before his eyes flickered to her wounded arm. "Ah, come in, come in" Shinra beckoned the Latina in hurriedly, Shizuo trailing behind her.
Anita awkwardly attempted to clean her messy face with her unharmed arm (Her mascara was running down her face and her cheeks was wet with her own tears). Shinra gestured the short woman to sit down on his beige couch, she complied with another awkward sniffle. Shinra sat on the coffee table across from her, reaching his arm out to her with an open palm.
"May I see?" He smiled kindly to her. She stretched her purple forearm to him gingerly, without even touching her, he stated "It's broken"
No shit. Both Shizuo and Anita thought blankly
Something white caught the corner of her eye, she looked up to see a neatly folded napkin presented in a black gloved hand. She plucked the napkin out of the hand, wiping her wet cheeks. She carried her gaze upwards to greet the owner of the hand.
Problem; the smile she was expecting to see wasn't there. In fact, there was no head at all!
Anita placed a hand over her forehead, she then looked over at Shizuo with narrowed eyes. "It's bad enough you break my arm but you damaged my sight too!"
"Idiot" He grunted "Your sight is fine"
A tap to her shoulder caused her to flinch. She looked up at the headless figure, a PDA was then shoved in her line of vision.
[He's right.] Anita squinted her eyes to see the simple message, then she looked up at the figure again.
"So you really have no head?"
The PDA retracted back to the figure's chest, a light tapping noise sounding from the device, an indication the figure was typing. Anita had a chance to look over the figure, telling by the curves, it was a headless woman. The nameless woman was clad in a leather biker suite, fitting quite nicely - if she said so herself. There was a trail of black smoke flowing out of her neck.
The PDA was back in her line of vision
[My name is Celty, and yes, I'm headless.]
From that simple sentence, Anita let out an amused snort. The young mother looked at a confused Shinra. "She's headless" Anita stated with a nervous laugh.
The Latina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she dropped limp against the beige couch.
"She fainted" Shinra stated blankly
Anita blinked away the blurriness of her vision, there was a familiar head of blonde hovering over her face. Coffee brown eyes bore in dark brown boredly. She reached her unharmed hand forward, tugging at the ends of the blonde locks. The familiar face flinched at the motion, smacking her hand away.
"Shizuo! Tsk, that's not how you treat your lover!" Shinra's voice mused from in front of Anita.
Anita's eyes widen a fraction larger then normal "Shizuo?"
"Like hell she would ever be my lover!" Shizuo ignored Anita who looked dazed for a moment
Finally tuning into the conversation, Anita snapped at Shizuo "As if I would be your lover! I would never date or even be attracted to a guy who thinks hurling shit at people is okay!"
"I don't think it's okay, you were just in the fucking way!" Shizuo growled
"Yeah, sure. Keep thinking that!" She huffed
"Piss off!"
"Talk to the booty 'cause the hand's off duty!" She pushed her hip in his direction in emphasis.
Shinra raised his hands up in defense as he stuttered nervously at the two's tension. "I-I was just kidding!"
"Well, your not funny- Ah!" The Latina took notice of Celty, who was also in the room. The dullahan raised her hands up in an attempt to calm her down. Shizuo placed a hand over her shoulder, that caused Anita to look up at him.
"She's a friend" He simply states before sitting beside her.
Tap, tap, tap
[He's right, I'm not going to hurt you]
"You have no head? Why?" Anita quickly asked
Celty raised her PDA to erase her previous message and type a new one.
[I've lost it..]
"Are you even human?"
She brings the PDA back to her chest, her gloved fingers seemed to have hesitated for a moment before the tapping once again proceeded.
Tap, tap
[Not exactly.] Though she had no head, Anita could feel her watching for a reaction. To the headless woman's relief, Anita merely coughed awkwardly
"Oh, alright." She turned to Shinra who was still sitting in front of her. "How long have I've been out?"
"Five minutes" Shinra smiled, glad she didn't faint again. Anita looked at her right arm, it was still in the same condition as it was five minutes ago.
"Are you gonna fix my arm or what?" Shinra jumped, startled, before he nodded. He turned to Celty, who stood patiently behind the beige couch.
"Celty, my love, would you ever be so kind to get me an unused towel?" The doctor batted his eyelashes as if he was a love-sick high school girl talking to her crush. Anita found herself more disturbed by the fact that a full grown man was acting like a girl than the headless woman standing behind her.
Celty properly left the living room before shortly returning with a medium sized white towel. She gave it to Shinra who handed to Anita, with a bright smile.
Anita blinked at the towel in her lap, she looked back at him. Before she could ask him why'd he gave it to her, he answered with a reassuring smile. "Put it in your mouth. I'm going to have to pop it back in before it could be properly healed."
With that said, Anita folded the towel, placing it into her mouth as a gag. Shinra gently grabbed her broken arm, stretching it forward. Anita whimpered into her gag painfully, but it only came out as muffled hums.
Positioning his palm over the bone that stuck out slightly from under her tan skin, the doctor took a deep breath. His palm shoved down on the bone to it's socket, a satisfying but disturbing cluck sounded from her swollen forearm. Both Shizuo and Celty visibly cringed as Anita screamed into her gag, her teeth clenching tightly onto the fabric. Shinra seemed almost unfazed as he beckoned Celty to retrieve his aid kit. She complied, once again leaving the living room.
She returned with a suitcase-like white box, though it had a bright red cross on it's center. Shinra opened the case, plucking out a thick gauze. He carefully, but tightly, wrapped it around Anita's forearm, pining it together when he was finished. It felt as if there was a ton of pressure applied on her broken arm, keeping it in place. Anita's jaws were still clamped over the towel, her eyes shut keeping her tears behind her eyelids.
Shizuo gave a light sigh as he tugged the towel out of her mouth with a lazy hand. She gingerly opened her mouth, allowing him to fully take it from her. He gave a disgusted look at the amount of saliva and teeth marks on the fabric before tossing it over at an unsuspecting Shinra.
"Ew.." He placed it on the side of the table with a grimace, though Shizuo and Anita ignored him. Before Anita could ask if they were done, Shinra pulled out a white arm sling from the aid kit. He handed it to Anita, allowing her to put it on gingerly.
"Now we're done." Shinra beamed "But... how did you get your arm to break like that?"
Anita felt Shizuo's uncomfortable shift on the sofa as she cleared her throat. "I fell." She stated with a shrug. She carefully got up from the couch as she awkwardly coughed. "I should be going now" She added
Shizuo also got up, leading her to the door. Shinra stopped them by the door frame hurriedly, Celty was shadowing him. Anita blinked and the doctor smiled for the billionth time that evening.
"I never did get your name..." He trailed off
"Anita Martinez" She gave a small smile to him "Thank you for fixing my arm. I'll pay you right now" She reached into her black jeans, for her leather wallet. Nothing. She reached for her right shoulder, but then she remembered that she didn't have her purse. Where was her purse? How could she forget? Where did she leave it?
"Shit" She muttered and Shinra blinked curiously
"It's alright, a friend of Shizuo's is a friend of mine!" He smiled.
Shizuo grunted in response. "Later Celty" He bid his farewell, expecting Anita to follow, which she didn't.
"Is it alright if I pay you tomorrow? I left my purse where I fell." Anita left before he could answer, trailing behind Shizuo to the elevator.
They entered the elevator wordlessly, pushing the ground floor. Thankfully, they didn't stop for anyone else in the building. Shizuo cleared his throat as his eyes flickered to Anita.
"Why didn't you tell them the truth." It came out a blunt remark but Anita answered regardless
"Why do I have to tell people I barely know things about myself? Uh, hello. It's non of anybody's business what happens to me." She said with a bored tone "Though, I am thankful they fixed me up, but I'm also pissed off that you broke my arm in the first place. You owe me, ya know. And it doesn't help I'm right handed."
Shizuo felt guilt build in the pit of his stomach, she was basically rubbing salt in his wound. He reached into the inner pocket of his bartender vest, pulling out his blue tinted sunglasses. They exited the elevator casually, the sun was starting to set as they walked towards Sunshine 60.
"Help me find my purse." Anita said blankly as they reached Sunshine 60
"Fine" He grumbled "What does it look like?"
"Like a purse, Sherlock Holmes" She rolled her eyes, a tiny smile tugging at his mistake
"I meant the color, asshole" He grumbled grumpily
"Brown, leather, and a little heavy" A new voice entered the scene
The two turned around to face Izaya Orihara, he was dangling Anita's purse between his finger playfully.
"I-ZA-Y-"
"My purse!" Anita ran over to Izaya with a smile "You found it" The informant returned her smile with a smirk
"Yep, that means you owe me now, ne, Ani-chan?" He then eyed her right arm in the sling. He laughed as he looked over at an angry Shizuo
"I knew you were a brute, Shizu-chan, but I didn't think you hurt women either!" His voice was practically dancing in laughter as his smirk widen.
"SHUT UP" The blonde raged as he looked for the nearest thing to throw. That happened to be a post sign, which he ripped from the ground with ease. Anita rubbed her temple in frustration but was soon interrupted by Izaya.
"Ne, Ani-chan, that must really suck~. Your right shoulder is already injured, now your arm too? Poor Ani-chan, right, Shizu-chan?"
'Shizu-chan' stopped himself from stomping towards the two. He only slightly lowered the stop sign as he looked over at Anita who was glaring at Izaya
"Just gimme my purse and mind your own business!" She snapped as she attempted to snatch her purse. With a flick of his wrist, the feminine bag was raised over her head, teasing her.
"Anita, what does he mean by your shoulder being injured?" Shizuo asked randomly
"Figure it out on your own!" She snapped at him. The blonde involuntarily flared his nostrils as he raised the post sign once more, stomping towards them.
She just always wants to start something.
"What the hell kind of an answer is that!"
A/n: Please review, it gives me motivation to write more~! xD