DisclaimerI don't own RK or any of the characters...all I own is my
shoe box home so don't sue.
Rating: R - just to be safe its probably gonna be a pretty gruesome fic
One more thing I'm no good at the -san -chan thing so I'm just going to leave it out also this story is based in Japan
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B-L-O-O-D G-U-I-L-T
CHAPTER 2
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Misao groaned as she opened her eyes, the sun which was streaming though the windows of her apartment flared in her vision making her snap them back closed
"What's the time," she moaned, looking over to her side cabinet clock squinting to read which digits the hands were on, "Shit 9:22," she exclaimed swinging her legs out of the warm covers of her bed, "I'm late again!"
Stumbling to her study, almost tripping over a plant pot, she picked up the phone resting beside her computer and dialled her work number.
It rang about three times before being answered by a polite voice, "Hello I'm Naru from Chikara Fashion how can I help you?"
"Hey Naru," Misao said groggily to her secretary.
"Misao! Where are you?" Naru asked, concern lacing her voice.
Misao answered vaguely, "I'm afraid that I'm going to be quite late in getting to work, can you please hold my calls-"
"Are you okay, is something wrong?" she interrupted.
"No no I'm fine, thanks for your concern Naru. Hopefully I'll see you by at most 11 o'clock, but no guarantee's, you know me! Always late or something," she laughed.
"Okay then Misao, see you soon," Naru answered in a reassured tone.
"Buh bye," Misao finished before putting the phone down and sighing.
It was a good thing she was the boss of her own business, other wise she'd be fired for the amount of days she was late.
Remembering last night's events, she grimaced and headed to her bathroom picking up the bloody clothes that sat on the pale violet tiles. Placing the black bag beside the front door in her corridor, she returned back to her bedroom and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and her favourite baggy grey jersey, from where they rested over a chair, quickly getting dressed. Shoving her house keys in the jeans pocket, she proceeded to put some socks on followed by shoving her feet into ankle length boots.
Finally ready to leave she grabbed the bag by the top, not even bothering to brush her hair or put any makeup on, and left the apartmentJogging to the elevator, just before it closed she jumped in having to share it with a woman who looked around sixty. The woman looked down at Misao from the end of her nose in obvious disgust at her appearance, sighing Misao rolled her eyes, I don't give a damn about what people think I look like, it will at least keep them away till I finish my job. Misao smiled weakly at the woman.
"What are you grinning about?" The woman snapped, when she realized Misao was watching her
"Its just you have a bit of cello tape on your top." She replied as she gently pulled the tape off her crushed velvet jacked.
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU LITTLE TRAMP!" she yelled, moving to the corner of the elevator scowling as she held her jacket closed over her wide chest, "You shouldn't touch things that you can't afford," she added.
At this Misao had to laugh, she couldn't contain it, even when the woman shot her an evil looking glare she just couldn't stop, so bringing her hand up over to her mouth she attempted to muffle it until her laughs had subsided. The reason she was laughing was because the brand clothes the woman was wearing, was designed and produced by 'Chikara', Misao's own business and here the woman was insulting the business owner who she presumed was a tramp, what irony for the woman.
As the elevator stopped at the lobby floor, the woman walked out with her nose in the air, snottily huffing at Misao which caused her to bite her lip in an effort to keep her from re-laughing. As the elevator doors closed again she pushed the button that would take her to the basement floor, where people parked their cars and the janitors main supplies were kept.
Hastily, she jogged out the elevator as soon as the doors were wide for her to squeeze through; as she left the bright elevator she was hit with the car fume smell that went up her nose, threatening to make her sneeze. Running across the car park to get away from the irritating smell, she reached a large door that was clearly labelled,
'JANITOR ROOM
PRIVATE'
Whipping out her key ring, taking no heed of the warning, she looked around to see if any one was watching then slipped the key – which she had stolen from the main desk and copied –into the lock giving her access to enter. Pushing the door only slightly open she squeezed through the small space allowance and gently pushed the door closed, hitting the light switch. After a few seconds the cylinder lights that went horizontally across the ceiling pinged on, producing weak light that jumped and flared every now and again.
The room was smallish crammed with chemicals, paints and tools, but Misao didn't come to steal supplies, stealthily dodging objects in her path she crouched in front of the industrial incinerator and swung the square flap open. Misao looked into the depths of a raging fire which danced over the trash within, bundling the clothes in the bag she pushed the whole lot into the opening, giving it a small push with her fingers when it jammed. Watching for a moment the black plastic began to shrivel and disintegrate, letting the flames lick the contents within until they caught alight. Seeing them burn she closed the incinerator door, Good that gets rid of that problem.
Standing up she walked back to the doors flicking the lights off, glancing over her shoulder she took in the dark room, her eyes being drawn to the orange-red colour of the glowing incinerator. Re-locking the door she ran back to the elevator pushing the '23rd' floor button as the doors opened. She was so deep in thought she almost missed getting off the elevator at her destination, fishing in her pockets she pulled the keys out and opened her apartment slamming the door closed.
"I need another shower," Misao mumbled to her self, steering her body to the bathroom.
Wrenching the huge jersey off, she unbuttoned the jeans and pulled her shoes and socks off. Turning the taps anti-clock wise she put her hand under the shower head, until the water was at her desired temperature, before stepping under the steaming jets. Grabbing a bottle, resting within notch in the wall, she sniffed the body wash before lathering it over her skin, ummm vanilla if it wasn't soap I'd be eating it.
Rinsing her hair, she turned the tap off and grabbed a towel off the rack, quickly striding through into her room, she dried any moisture that still rested on her skin with the plush material. Now what to wear? Opening the doors to her walk in cupboard, she moved around the racks of hung up clothes pushing them apart to find the perfect choice. This one will do, grabbing a black pantsuit, though black wasn't her favourite colour it was a tradition for her to wear black the next day to show her respect for the person she had just killed.
Going back into her bedroom, she put on a lacy white bra and panties then buttoned up the white blouse she had chosen. Sliding the pencil straight pants over her hips, she sat in front of her dressing table and clipped a simple gold pendant around her neck, liking the way it drew attention to the white skin of her lower throat, revealed by the three initial undone buttons. For makeup all she chose to wear was some pink tinted lip-gloss and pale mocha eye shadow, then proceeded to braid her unusually long hair. Whats the time?
Glancing at the clock she sighed, "10:30 time does fly, best get going now."
Grabbing the matching tailored jacket off her unmade bed, she slipped it on creating a nice contrast with the white blouse and the blackness of the suit. Perfect as she smoothed the jacket over her hips, brushing the non-existent lint off the lapels, slipping her feet into her ankle length boots she headed back to the bathroom. Lifting the discarded jeans off the ground, she slipped her fingers into the pocket drawing out the apartment keys okay, now we're ready. Walking to the front door, she hooked her black leather handbag off the sofa and dropped the keys into it, lets get to work.
Taking the elevator back down to the lowest floor, she inserted the keys into her modern BMW car and dropped into the tan leather seats. Starting the ignition the car purred, changing gears she drove out of the underground parking manoeuvring it around the city until she arrived at her destination, another high-rise building with purplish-blue tinted windows that shone like mirrors. Labelled on the first floor where shoppers entered, was the business name 'CHIKARA', driving around the block she came to the private parking area under the building and parked her car in the space marked 'Ms. Makimachi.'
Climbing out of her car, she pushed the automatic locking system on her key ring and climbed – yet again into another elevator, choosing one of the highest floors. The elevator jolted slightly before climbing up the various stories to her floor, as the door pinged open she walked out into a corridor.
"Good Morning Miss Makimachi," Some one yelled from within an office.
"Morning," she replied, leaning into the office for a moment then proceeded down the hall.
"Hello Miss Makimachi having a nice day today?"
"Yes wonderful," she lied, as she thought of what she had done this morning guilty.
Swinging the door open to another office, a small woman working behind a gigantic desk looked up, then smiled when she realized it was Misao
"Good morning Misao," she said.
"Morning Naru, how's Naru Junior?" Misao asked, as she walked over to the secretary's desk, leaning on her elbows to get a view of Naru's swelled belly.
"Um she, or it could be a he, but I hope it's a she, is okay," Misao smiled at her secretaries babbling, "But Rukio wants it to be a boy, I don't mind either as long as he, she's healthy!"
"So what did the doctor say about the baby yesterday at your appointment?"
"Well he said that I should be expecting any day now, I'm so excited about it. It'll be our first baby, I haven't even given birth yet but Rukio's talking about having more kids. I told him to hold on for a while and focus all our attention on the up coming baby, but really I don't think I want to have another kid, its been so hard the last nine months all the mood swings and morning sickness is rather exhausting. Oh no I'm rambling again which is keeping you from work," Naru exclaimed.
"No, no that's why I hired you. I chose someone who I could socialize with during work and you were the only perfect one that could do the work and talk at the same time! Did the doctor say any thing else?"
"Uh yeah, he wants me to take it easy and try to not to get stressed," she added sheepishly.
"Well that's fine, here is my new expectations for you 1- Don't do any hard work; at all. 2-Take lots of regular breaks say about, five a day. 3- come to lunch with me. 4- Have lots of fun. 5- go home at 2'o clock every day and 6- Don't do any hard work again." Misao said, brightly.
"But-" Naru said uncertainly, only to be interrupted by Misao.
"And don't worry about your salary it shall remain the same, plus I'm going to give you a bonus for all the hard work you have put in for the last few years!"
"Yes, but who's going to file all your work and take your phone calls."
"Remember Naru," Misao waggled her finger in front of Narus eyes, "I'm the boss, and you shall do as I shall say." She smiled.
"Yes boss," Naru replied, doing a fake salute.
"Excellent, well I'd best get some work done."
Stepping into her office she went to one of her big windows and looked down at the cars zooming below, waves of sadness suddenly rolled over her as the tears prickled in her eyes, not just because of the girl that had been murdered, but with a new grief
Naru has a wonderful husband and is expecting a baby very soon…how I envy her. It must be nice to have someone who loves her so dearly…I wonder if I'll ever find lo…ugh what am I talking about! Misao shook her head at her thoughts and sat in the huge 'boss' chair.
"Ugh who needs love. Your partners begin to dominate over you, they expect you to just keep poppin' babies out…and…and," she said, listing all the annoying things in an effort to try and convince her herself she didn't need it.
Too bad it didn't work, for when Misao brought her fingers up to her face she felt moisture on her skin and realized she had tears run down her cheeks. Standing up, she walked into her adjoining bathroom and closed the door using a tissue to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
"Maybe I do want love, BUT MONSTERS LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE IT!" She yelled at her image in the mirror, suddenly infuriated by her thoughts.
Bringing her arm back she smashed it into the mirror, hearing it crack on impact. For a few moments Misao leaned heavily upon the sink trying to control her breathing, then burst into full tears as her knees gave and she slumped onto the floor.
"I don't deserve love and I don't deserve life," she whispered between her heaving sobs.
"Misao," came a hesitant voice as the door flew open to reveal a worried Naru, "I heard a noi- OH MY GOD MISAO, WHAT HAPPENED!" She yelled looking at Misao's hand.
Misao looked down at her hand, and was quite shocked. Her hand was bleeding profusely soaking through her pantsuit and beginning to spill onto the ground, she saw chunks of mirror imbedded in her fist and looked up at the mirror. The large mirror had huge cracks leading from the centre point of where she had smashed it and smears of blood streaked its surface, some of the pieces where missing and she presumed they were in her fist. She hadn't felt the initial pain, but now looking at the wound she felt the pain travel up her arm and her shoulder into her head, where she felt suddenly very dizzy.
"Woah," Misao moaned, as she brought her hand up to her dizzy forehead.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Was all Naru could say, as she leant against a wall sliding down as her legs gave in.
Misao even in her pain, noticed Naru hyperventilating her eyes hooked on the sight of Misao's bloody hand, perspiration beganning to gather on her forehead. Suddenly Naru squealed in pain her body curling around her stomach
"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD" she yelled looking down at the floor,
Misao followed her gaze between Naru's legs where she saw the obvious clear liquid beginning to pool wetting her dress.
"SHIT NARU, YOUR BABY'S COMING!" Misao yelled, instantly jumping to her feet ignoring her own pain.
Rushing to run to her desk but stopped when she noticed Naru whimpering for her to stay.
"I'll be right back, I promise," she said, gently squeezing Naru's hand.
Running to her desk she grabbed the phone violently off the hook and dialed 911
"Come on, come on, someone pick up, pick up…"
"911 services how can I help you?" came a cheery voice that made Misao want to scream.
"I need an ambulance at the Chikara fashion building NOW," Misao didn't realize she was yelling into the phone.
"What is your reason," the voice said, hearing the seriousness in Misao's tone.
"My secretary's having a baby, please get here fast," Misao begged.
"We're on our way." Slamming the phone carelessly down, Misao ran back to the bathroom to see Naru holding onto the door frame in an effort to get up, her face dripping with sweat.
"Don't worry Naru the Ambulance is coming."
Knowing how hard it would be for the doctors to get Naru down from her floor, Misao – as gently as possible – lifted her up bridal style and carried her calmly and as carefully as possible out of their offices. Making it to the open elevator, Misao looked in dismay when she saw it was full but when people saw the emergency Misao faced, they quickly got out.
As the elevator rode down, Naru whimpered in pain as the tears ran from her eyes.
"Its okay Naru, the ambulance will be waiting and you'll give birth to a nice and healthy baby, just a you and Rukio wanted," she reassured.
"Close your eyes and think of your wonderful baby," she said in a silky tone, which surprised Misao as she was screaming her head off inside, but Naru didn't know that and she closed her eyes under Misao's instruction imagining her baby.
"Now think of how happy Rukio will be when he see's what a gorgeous baby you will give him and from then on you and Rukio will be official parents."
When the elevator doors opened she jogged swiftly to the exit, trying her best not to jolt Naru as she ran though her store. The people shopping around looked in shock at this tiny figure having the strength to lift a pregnant woman, bigger than her and still remain careful and agile.
"Excuse me, coming through," Misao yelled as she ran past the people, who parted to let her through.
Just as Misao made it to the exit, she notice an ambulance speeding through the traffic lights and come to a stop just out side the doors, Misao sighed in relief and ran to the first man who jumped out from the front seat.
"Please help," she panted from her run.
The man looked initially shocked to see Misao carrying such a heavy load, but got back to business when he opened the door and pulled out an emergency bed. Laying Naru gently on the bed, she found her hand clamped in a death grip that wouldn't let go.
"Don't leave me," Naru moaned.
"I wouldn't dream of it," she answered, as the ambulance man nodded giving her permission to go with them.
Holding onto Naru's hand, despite her fingers going blue, she stroked Naru's sweaty forehead to distract her as the ambulance man inserted a needle into the soft skin of the inner elbow. The ambulance ride to the hospital was uneventful for Misao, she was constantly trying to keep her balance as the vehicle went over a bump or turned round a particularly sharp corner. Her head was splitting with a throbbing head ache from the wail of the siren, which shatteredthough her sensitive hearing, but she showed no pain to be strong for Naru.
When they reached the hospital, the doors of the ambulance were flung open to reveal grim looking men who hoisted Naru out of the vehicle and rolled her through the doors of the Emergency Room. Naru never once let Misao's hand free as she ran beside the travelling stretcher, the ambulance staff yelled a diagnosis over Naru's body to the doctor, but Misao wasn't listening. She focused on Naru and hoped with all her might she would be alright; she'd never forgive herself if something happened to the baby. Just as they reached the emergency room Misao was stopped by one of the staff,
"I'm sorry, but we can't have you go any further."
"But what's going to happen?" Misao asked panicky.
"We will inform you on the doctors actions once we know what he wants us to do, so please take a seat and wait." Turning around the nurse ran off into the emergency room.
Misao collapsed onto one of the chairs in the waiting room, when a thought dawned on her, Rukio should be here to witness the birth of his baby. Shakily standing she went to the receptionist typing furiously on her keyboard.
"Do you have a telephone directory, and can I use it," Misao asked politely, the receptionist didn't even answer nor take her eyes off her computer screen as she handed the phone book blindly to Misao.
"Thanks," Misao said over her shoulder as she rushed to her seat.
"Ummm Rukio works at," she racked her brain trying to remember where Naru said he worked, "Green Sapphire Bar and Restaurant!" she yelled triumphantly, causing people to look strangely at her making her blush slightly.
Shuffling through the directory, she thumbed the corners of the pages turning them once she had skimmed over at the names.
"Here," putting her finger directly on the fancy square box that doubled as an add and a phone number.
Sliding her hands into her suit pocket to grab her cell phone, she groaned when she found nothing there and remembered putting her phone in her handbag, which was conveniently in her office.
"Crap! My day just keeps getting worse and worse."
Placing her elbows on her thighs, she rested her head in her hands leaning forwards, if I had my kunai I'd kill some one right about now. Lifting her head from her hands she got a fright when she saw a cell phone suddenly right in front of her vision.
"Shit!" Was the first thing that came to her mind as she expressed the shock she had received.
Misao looked around, the few people that were sitting in the room were again looking strangely at her, and an old woman across the room muttered about 'young kids these days, have no manners.' Misao blushed again and brought her attention back to the cell phone being offered to her. Following the hand, holding the cell, up she came to the face of the person. It was a very beautiful woman with pitch black hair running loose down her mid back, framing a lovely slender face with nice purplish-brown eyes, her blood red lips stood out forming a small smile of amusement. She was obviously part of the staff as she was wearing a regulation knee length doctor's coat opened at the front to show a slender figure wearing a black fitted skirt and cream blouse.
"Here use this to make your call." She encouraged.
"Thanks," Misao replied, tentatively taking the silver flip phone from her fingers.
Pushing Rukio's work number she waited as it began to ring and was almost instantly answered.
"Green Sapphire Bar and Restaurant, how can I help you?" A female voice asked.
"Uh…can I please talk to Rukio?" she asked.
"One moment while I transfer your call," the voice was replaced with classical music before being lifted up again.
"Yup," came a masculine voice.
"Can I speak to Rukio please?" Misao asked yet again.
In the background Misao heard the person yelling, "Yo Rukio, someone on the phone for ya."
She listened while the phone was shuffled between hands, "Hello."
"Hello Rukio, I'm Naru's boss Mis-"
"Oh no- is something wrong?" he interrupted, fear evident in his voice.
Unable to contain her sobs Misao burst into tears on the phone "Yes, please come to the local hospital, fast, Naru's having the baby."
"Oh God, I'll be there as fast as I can," he said sounding shocked as the phone was put down and Misao listened to the broken dial tone, still crying.
"Thank you Miss," As Misao handed the phone back.
"Megumi."
"Thank you, Megumi" Misao repeated.
"Hey are you all right?" Megumi asked with concern.
"Yes, but I'm the reason Naru had her baby early." Misao said wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket.
"No that not what I meant, your hand," she pointed out, crouching in front of Misao and lifting her hand from her lap, "I think this is going to need medical attention."
"Oh no, no its fine. Its not that bad," Misao said managing a weak smile.
"Well if that looks fine, I think I'm going to have to go back to medical school. Come on this is actually quite serious; you don't want to risk permanent damage now do you?"
There won't be any damage, as it shall heal in a couple hours Misao wanted to say, but Megumi left no gap for Misao to answer as she pulled her off the waiting room chair, steering her down the corridor away from the emergency room.
Pushing open a door to another room, Megumi held it back indicating for Misao to enter who hesitantly did. The room was sterile white and cream, shelves stacked with tools and drugs were attached to the walls and in the middle was a metal table. Megumi sensing Misao's discomfort, pulled her along by her arm to a bed against a wall, where she sat her down.
"Right, just wait while I clean my hands. Don't run away!" she joked.
It was a very tempting idea Misao thought, as she watched Megumi pull a white cloth over her hair to keep it out of the way then turning to the sink on the wall to wash her hands. 'Snap' went Megumi's latex gloves as she pulled them on.
"So tell me Misao, where do you work?" she asked, casually lifting Misao's hand to examine it from a closer angle.
"Umm…I own Chikara fashion business," she answered softly.
"Wow, you own that place," sounding very surprised raising her eyes back up to Misao.
"So who was that you bought in to the emergency department?"
"That was Naru, my secretry, she was pregnant and suddenly she went into labor, I guess Naru will quit her job after this to look after her baby." Misao sighed, "It means I have to go through hours of interviews to find a new one."
"Well actually, I have a friend who needs a job." Megumi said.
"Oh really, can you tell me a bit about them?" She asked.
"Well her names Kaoru, she's young but very efficient at getting things done which is a surprise considering how much she socializes," Megumi answered adding ,"Well this looks pretty bad, I think we're going to have to use an anaesthetic and stitches."
Misao groaned, great stitches just what I need, "Does it really need stit-" but her speech was interrupted by the door being flung open to reveal a grinning man chewing a fish bone.
"Hey Fox," he said huskily, walking over to her and wrapping his muscled arms around her waist, pulling her close resting his cheek on her cloth covered hair.
Misao presumed this man was Megumi's boyfriend. He was handsome she had to admit with dark chocolate brown hair defying gravity.
"Can't you see Rooster head that I'm busy," she said wrestling out of his hold as his brown eyes, that held amusement, swivelled to where Misao sat.
Sauntering over to where Misao sat on the edge of the bed, he extended his hand, "I'm Sagara Sanosuke but you can call me Sano for short," flashing her his daring grin.
"I'm Makimachi Misao," she replied, lifting her arm to accept his handshake.
"Woah," he interrupted pulling back, "That would make one nasty handshake," he joked, but had an uneasy look on his face.
Misao blushed when she realized she had offered him her damaged hand.
"See Rooster head, I told you I was busy!" Megumi said in an annoyed tone as she pushed past Sano.
Misao blanched as she saw the injections Megumi was holding in her hand, "Ahh, you're not going to use, use those are you?" Misao asked laughing nervously.
Ohohohohoho, Megumi laughed "Don't tell me you're scared of needles."
Misao gulped, "No, no I'm just not entirely comfortable with them," she replied as she glanced at Sano sending him a silent plea of help.
Sano shook his head very slightly before spinning his finger at the side of his head to indicate Megumi was crazy.
"I saw that Rooster head," Megumi growled, "Your making Misao nervous, don't worry the injection might hurt a little initially, but the anaesthetic will make it less painful to remove the shards. By the way, how did you get this?" Megumi asked.
"Ah," Misao thought trying to think of an excuse, "I broke a glass yesterday, and I tripped in my office today so I tried to break the fall but my hand landed in the glass."
"Oh that must have hurt, Rooster stop breathing down my neck!" she yelled.
"Sorry Fox, but is it my fault your so damn sexy?" He defended as he trailed his fingers down her back, Misao blushed in embarrassment at his intimate mood.
"Well can you please let me do this job?" she asked grabbing a small stool on which she sat on in front of Misao, pulling with her a table attached with wheels to her side that held all the doctors tools.
"Okay, for now," he said as he leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Right this will sting slightly, okay?" Megumi warned.
"Okay," came Misao's horse reply as she watched the needle slide into the skin of her hand.
God I hate needles as Megumi squeezed the clear liquid out of the cylinder tube, repeating the process another three times at different areas over her hand. Very soon Misao felt her fingers in her hand go numb as it climbed into the back of her hand and up her lower arm. Misao tried to move her fingers, but found she couldn't and the pain she had felt a couple of minutes before had faded.
"Right this is only a local anaesthetic so you will still feel the pain." She said as she picked up a white cloth that looked like a tissue and squirted a yellow liquid into its folded surface.
"This is disinfectant, it will keep your wound clean and kill any germs." She supplied wiping the cloth over Misao's numb hand.
It was strange for Misao to watch Megumi clean her hand and never once feel it.
"Okay now I'm going to remove the glass shards from your skin, please be aware that it's going to hurt." She warned picking up a pair of tweezers and clicking them open and closed.
"Okay I'm ready," Misao confirmed, understanding what Megumi was saying as she went into the wound clamping down on the biggest visible chunk of glass.
Misao gritted her teeth as Megumi began to ease the glass out, wincing when she felt her flesh being cut, its painful even with the anaesthetic, it must be like hell with out it. Misao saw the first piece of glass slide from her skin; it was about a centimetre long and wide with a sharp point, coated thickly in her blood. As soon as the first piece of glass was removed from the wound a new wave of blood followed, to trail down her wrist at the slight incline her hand was positioned. Quickly Megumi dropped the shard into the shallow steel bowl and picked up a new cloth, gently wiping the fresh red liquid off Misao's hand to get a clear view at the second shard.
Misao gasped suddenly in pain, her eyes bulging as Megumi pulled at the second piece of glass that refused to come out, Megumi frowned as she tentatively tugged it again. Misao moaned at that action but it still didn't come free. Megumi grimaced as she twisted the glass sideways manoeuvring it out of the wound, dropping the glass into the shallow bowl she grabbed her cloth and quickly dabbed the new blood away.
Megumi winced at the expression on Misao's face. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was biting her lip so hard that she detected she had drawn blood.
"Jeez Fox, can't you be a bit lighter." Sano said seriously, as he pushed off the wall and walked over to Megumi, "If Aoshi found you were hurting his Mi- OUCH," Misao opened her eyes to see what the noise was about, to see Sano hunching over rubbing his stomach.
"Fox why the hell did you do that!" He cried indignantly.
"I told you not to lean over me, I need space to work and if you get hit with my elbow it was your choice to come so close." She explained calmly, her eyes never once leaving Misao's wound as she picked out the tiny splinters with the tweezers, how can she see them? Misao wondered.
"Right I think that's all the glass gone," Megumi said, grabbing her cloth with disinfectant and wiping it over the profusely bleeding wound, "We'll have to stitch it up now." She finished grabbing a curved needle and some very thin black thread, squeezing her eye closed as she focused on its blunt end and pushed the thread through the tiny hole.
Misao's cheek twitched at the thought of more needles, "Umm do we really need to stitch it up?"
"But of course! We wouldn't want you bleeding all over the place." Damn, that would mean that I would have to come back in to have them removed, but it would have healed by then, damn damn damn.
Misao felt the slight pressure and sting as the needle broke through the raw skin of her hand. Watching Megumi she wove her needle between the torn flesh, bringing each side neatly back together but the black stitching was very obvious as it contrasted with the paleness of her skin.
"There," Megumi exclaimed as she got her steel scissors and cut the thread off, "All done, that took eight stitches to close up so you'd best not go falling into glass again." She said giving it one more wipe with the disinfectant so she could clearly examine her handiwork.
"Well then, I'd best go and see how Naru is, oh what's your number so I can arrange an appointment for your friend." Misao said as she stood up and headed to the door.
"Uh-uh go back to the bed," Megumi ordered pointing to the bed, "I'm not finished yet, and Sano?" Getting his attention.
"Mmmm," Sano replied to show he was listening.
"Make your self useful and write down Kaoru's cell phone number."
Sano mumbled to himself as he looked around the room ,"Uh one problem babe."
"And what's that?" Megumi asked, only half interested as she pulled out a roll of bandage and heading back to where Misao was standing.
"Theres no paper in this room."
Megumi paused her wrapping of Misao's hand to answer, "I have a pad in my coat pocket, but you'll have to wait until I've completed this job."
"No need fox," Sano said whispering loud enough for Misao to hear, as he slipped his hands down Megumi's hips into the side pockets looking for the pad.
"Its in the right pocket you moron!" she yelped as he began to feel her up.
Extracting a yellow pad from her pocket he grinned in victory, "and I'll lend this too," slipping an arm over her shoulder and pulling a pen from her breast pocket.
"Right, that's the bandages on, now remember to change the bandages regularly to avoid infection, Sano have you written her number down?"
"Almost just a sec…there done," Sano grinned at his achievement, "Now foxy lady lets go out for lunch," He said as he wrapped his hand around Megumi's tiny waist, handing the paper with untidily scrawled numbers to Misao.
"I'd best get going, I want to see how Naru is, is that okay now?"
"Yep you can go now, see you later Misao," Megumi said over her shoulder, while Sano just grunted and nodded his goodbyes.
Oh drat I didn't ask how much that cost, guess I'll just have to send some money in later. Now I'd best go and see how Naru is. But Misao suddenly stopped and frowned as she thought of something how did Megumi know my name before Sano got there? Walking down the corridor she made her way back to the emergency room trying to think of possible explanations as to how she knew her name.
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"Wow Megumi, she's really grown up from that gawky teenager she used to be, but she's still as clutzy as ever to fall into a glass, maybe she was drunk."
"Uh-uh our little friend was lying," Megumi corrected lifting a shard of glass from the steel container and washing it under the faucet.
"Huh?" Was Sano's witty response.
"This is mirror, not ordinary glass." As she walked over to Sano and placed the shard of clean mirror in his palm.
"Then why the hell did she lie?" Sano asked confused.
"Who knows," was Megumi's reply, "Who knows."
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B-L-O-O-D G-U-I-L-T
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The word Chikara means strength and power in japanese
If you like Sailor Moon please read my fic 'Cursed Blood'
-Lady Isis