Three reviews...I must say, wow! Madame de Burb gave me a very good idea...hmmm, maybe Cicada will give her CPR. Very good. Thank you Sayuki Lvr for all that time on reviews for every fic. I will be working on this and "Second Chance for Life and Love". And Dio-sama, ha ha, very humorous, Pizza Hut and DDR, hilarious. Cicada on a DDR, might do that next...heh, heh. This is a SI fic, or self-insertion, and if you don't like it, too bad. All of the characters are in modern day Earth. But this is still post-Exile.
Chapter 2
Heart-stopping and Black
Cicada held his breath. He shook Delphine in an attempt to awaken her. He couldn't believe it. He cried out her name and pounded the floor with his fists. He could very dimly remember what the Guild taught him to do in a situation like this. He very gingerly put his folded hands on her chest. He pushed and she choked; the shock had pressed her heart. He pushed again and she screamed. He tried to calm her and she fell back into a critical state. He kneeled in front of her and pressed his mouth to hers. He breathed into her mouth. He found that wouldn't work. He sat, unable to understand what was going on. "Del...oh, fuck. Where's the phone? Phone, phone, where the hell is the phone?" He scrambled throughout the house and could not find it. He decided he would run her to the hospital. He heaved her limp form on his back. He put her arms around his shoulders. He ran out of the house.
It started to pour out. He didn't care. He was getting her to that fucking hospital if he died in the attempt. So he ran in the pouring rain. She was bouncing against him like a sack. Her heart stopped beating. But he knew she was still alive. He pretended to hear her breathe. He knew she wasn't, but the thought that she was comforted him. The simple thought drove him to get her help. He felt her arms slip. He turned around and tripped in the mud. He had a cut on his lip but didn't care. Delphine was lying in the mud and he had to resmue the journey to the hospital. He picked her up. She might have already been dead. He could feel a barely there bump-bump, bump-bump in her heart and he sighed with relief. "Let's get you help." He said in a hollow voice.
He ran across town, across Claus and Lavie's neighborhood, into the city where Dio and Lucciola lived. They lived about a block from the hospital. They were walking to the local arcade slash Pizza Hut (a little pun for Dio-sama) and they jumped in puddles along the way. "You know, I don't think they live anywhere near here. They live in that really cool city with all those cool places and shit like that." "Cicada, live there? Yeah right." They laughed. A familiar figure zoomed like a blur past them. "Was that...?" "No way. It couldn't have been..."
Cicada had finally made it to the hospital. He was sopping wet in front of the receptionist. The girl was at least six feet tall. She was a bored looking girl with long purple hair. She wanted to be at a rave and even had her pacifier with her, but she was stuck. "So, explain this to me again. This chick started crying and you put her to bed. Then you went in to check on her and she stopped breathing?" Cicada nodded, and then passed out with exaustion.
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A few hours later, he woke up on a waiting room couch. The waiting room had a big screen, pool table, vending machines, a pinball machine, and a Dance Dance Revolution. On an armchair across from him was a woman of about 40 years of age. She beamed at him. "Tired, aren't we?" Cicada was working that night's events through his head. "Where's Delphine?" He cried. "The girl is in the emergency room. Things aren't looking to good, I'm afraid." Her black hair was tied like Sophia's. It seemed to move with every beat of her heart. "I'm afraid you can't go see her yet. My name is Head Surgeon Kisara Kisarami." "I'm Cicada." "Cicada what?" He paused. He never really had a last name, so he made one up. "Cicada Risiden." "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Risiden." "Likewise, Miss Kisarami." "Call me Kisara." "Right."
At that moment, four little girls rushed in. Two he recognized immediatly as Holly Mad-Thane and Alvis Hamilton. One of the others looked like a mini-Kisara, and the other was not familiar. "So Cicada's the guy who passed out in front of the Wicked Bitch of the West?" Holly blurted. "Lily is not a bitch, Holly. She doesn't like it here, but she must work." "No excuse, quite frankly. Hi, Cicada!" Al beamed at her protector. He was her old guardian, and was his guess that she now lived in the hospital. "Hey, kiddos..." He said in that still hollow voice. "You know Miss Al and Miss Holly?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I was their old guardian along with Delphine." "OK, then this is my daughter, also named Kisara, and her friend Sparkie Spiritra. They also live here with me. Say hello, girls." "What a geek." Kisara said, obviously unimpressed. "Are you a goth?" Sparkie asked. "Girls!" Miss Kisarami scolded. Cicada laughed. "It's OK. Yeah, Sparkie, I guess you could say that." All four girls exchanged excited glances. "Wow, Cicada, I never knew that!" Sparkie looked him up and down. "Nope. He's more of a troubled punk type." "That makes him even cooler! Have you seen Dio lately, Cicada?" Al asked. "Can't say I have." "Oh." Al's face fell. Cicada had known that she had always had a little crush on Dio, strictly speaking. "Hey, guys, let's show him!" Sparkie said. Cicada had noticed that she seemed to be the leader of the group. They took out a card from under the pool table. It had all of the girls signatures on it and GET WELL SOON was written in Al's tidy handwriting. "We feel really bad about your girlfriend getting sick like that, so we made this, I guess." Sparkie said. It obviously wasn't her idea, but she had to take part, as she was the leader. Cicada choked back tears. "Thanks, girls, I'm sure she'll love it..." "Are you gonna cry?" Al asked. They all sat on the couch with him. They were like little sisters to him, and he was their protector. "I'm fine, girls." "Hey, Cicada, ever seen the movie Wayne's World?" Sparkie asked. "No, don't do it, Cicada!" Kisara warned. "It's only the most retarded movie in the world." Al sighed. "It'd screw up your mind forever!" Holly cried dramatically. "No, I haven't." Cicada said. "No!" All of the girls except Sparkie cried. "Yes! MWHAHAHA!" She yelled. She switched on the television. They all sat and watched. It was peaceful, for now.
Wow, lot's of stuff. R&R.