Yes i know that i deserve to be shot fifty million times over and over again for not finished FP first but -shrugs- i had more of an idea for this chapter so... anyway enjoy :)
Chapter 24: Overweight
Quickly the blue light of Kurogane's cell phone went back on, and he tossed it to me with a brief command for me to make sure it didn't go off again. I clumsily managed to catch the phone in my shaking hands, as Kurogane rushed over to the children. I stayed back, not wanting to get in Kurogane's way, as well as get close to the girl if she really was dead.
The boy swallowed thickly, as Kurogane made his way over to him, and I could tell that the boy was trying to decide if asking us for help was a good thing or not.
The light on Kurogane's cell phone dimmed, and I quickly pushed a button to get the light back on.
"It's okay, kid." Kurogane spoke, trying to sound as gentle as possible. He held up his hands, to show the kid that he meant no harm. "I'm with the Northern Police Station. Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, crouching down beside the kid.
The boy hesitated, before he quickly shook his head. "No, but Sakura…" he trailed off, looking worriedly down at the small girl in his arms.
Kurogane reached out his hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. I held my breath, as he checked her pulse. The seconds droned on like hours, before Kurogane moved his hand about her mouth.
"Her pulse is steady, and her air passage appears to be clear." Kurogane said, through if he was talking to me, the kid, or himself I wasn't sure. I couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped from between my lips, as my body relaxed. "Would you mind telling us what happened?" Kurogane asked, looking up into the boys eyes.
I noticed the boy tense, and quickly cut in. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," I chirped in, ignoring the intense look from Kurogane, and moving a bit closer to the three. "My name's Fai, and this is Kuro-puppy – "
"Kurogane," said man hissed, making the boy sink back a bit.
I gave Kurogane a playful disapproving look. "Now now, puppy, don't scare the poor child." I scolded, before turning back to the kid. "What's your name?" I asked, putting on a gentle smile, that wasn't as hard to manage as I had thought.
"I – I'm Syaoran." The boy sniffed, looking suspicious about Kurogane and I. I had to admit we did look like quite a pair…
Kurogane ignored us, and continued to inspect the small girl, still lying limp in Syaoran's arms.
"Do you know if she's bleeding anywhere?" Kurogane asked gruffly, giving up his failed searching, as it was basically useless to find a wound in such dim light.
Syaoran shook his head. "She's not bleeding."
I tilted my head to the side, wondering why he had asked for our help if his friend wasn't hurt anywhere. "Is there anywhere you can take her for the night? Her house maybe? If you know the address we can help you find it." I offered.
"No!" Syaoran cried, startling me a bit. "I – I mean I – I don't…" He stuttered.
"Well, if you need a place to stay I'm sure Kuro-pyu will be more than happy to let you stay at his house." I chirped, smiling brightly at Syaoran.
"Don't offer my house!" Kurogane snarled, standing up suddenly and trying to use his height to intimidate me. It wasn't working.
I tilted my head and gave him an innocent look. "But Tomoyo-chan does it…"
"That's because she's my sister, and she basically lives with me!" Kurogane snapped, anger lighting up his crimson eyes.
"Well then I'm sure she won't mind then." I grinned, triumphantly. "And you can't just leave two defenseless kids out in the cold. So it's against one Kuro-burrow~!"
Kurogane huffed, anger evident in every pore in his body, but turned towards Syaoran. "Do you have anywhere else to stay for tonight?" He growled, but his tone was much softer now that he wasn't talking to me.
Syaoran gulped, and glanced down at the girl in his arms, before he hastily shook his head giving Kurogane no time to be able to change his mind.
Kurogane gave out a frustrated sigh, and ran a hand through his black hair. "Fine, you can stay at my house for the night." He relented, but fixed the boy with a heated stare. "But, we're looking for your parents in the morning." He warned. He stooped down, and picked up the girl with ease.
The boy scrambled up quickly, and fell into stride beside Kurogane, sending occasional worried glances towards the limp female. I trailed behind, noting how tattered and torn the boys' clothes were. He'd been traveling. And for a long time it seemed.
I glanced at the girl in Kurogane's arms. I couldn't get a good look at her, but I had a feeling her clothes were as worn down as his were. I wondered just how long the two of them had been traveling together.
I froze, my feet coming to a stop, as images from long ago dancing in front of my eyes.
A woman dangling in the air, suspended by the thick rope wrapped around her neck, dull brown eyes staring down at us.
Nights of endless chill, spent huddled up next to each other for warmth.
Rummaging through dumpsters looking for any food source we could find.
The well.
Legs crapped from staying in that position all night.
The cold body pressed up against mine, as the well was slowly filling up with water, the smell of death still attacking my senses.
"Hey moron, turn that light back on!" Kurogane's voice called out shattering all my memories.
I shuddered, hands shaking violently as I fumbled with his phone. Pressing a button quickly, the blue light immediately illuminating the once dark alleyway. "Sorry about that!" I said, forcing on a smile, and rubbing the back of my head embarrassed.
"Don't apologize," Kurogane growled, irritation still laced his voice. "Just don't let it happen again." He said, turning away again, and stalked over to the end of the alley way with Syaoran still trailing after him.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, and followed after them.
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When we reached Kurogane's house, the girl was still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling her, as I was the one who had to sit in the back with her, I let Kurogane open the door, and carry her out of the car. Quickly scrambling out of the car, I followed him and Syaoran to his front door.
"Hey moron," Kurogane snapped, addressing me. He adjusted the girl in his arms, and dug a hand into his pocket; pulling out him keys and threw them at me. "Open the door." He commanded, while I fumbled with the keys.
"Umm…" I paused, staring down at the keys in my hands. "Which one is the – "
"It's the red one." He snapped, interrupting my question.
I nodded quickly and squinted in the dim light for the red one. Finding it, I stuck it in the lock, and turned it. The door swung open with a light push, and Kurogane hurried past me with Syaoran dogging his steps.
I watched as Kurogane set the girl down on his couch. I stepped inside, and quietly closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it as well.
"Hey kid, how long has she been out for?" Kurogane asked, turning to look at Syaoran, and I got my first real good look at him.
Syaoran shook his head, his chocolate brown eyes glancing over at the girl with worry. "I don't know…" He mumbled, not making eye contact with Kurogane.
Kurogane frowned and inspected the girl again. "We should probably take her to the hospital." He said.
"Oh don't be so pessimistic, Kuro-chu." I cut in, taking a seat in the middle of the floor. "I'm sure she'll be fine. The best thing for her would probably be a good nights rest." I chirped, stretching out my arms in front of me and stifling a yawn. Usually I was wide awake at this time of night, but Kyle was vigorous in bed and I was almost about to pass out. Not only did it look like Syaoran really didn't want to take a trip to the infirmary, I wasn't sure how long I was going to last.
Kurogane glared at me. "I'm not being pessimistic, I'm being reasonable." He snapped. "There's probably a lot of things wrong with her that we can't tell."
I yawned again, and waved a hand dismissively. "Well how about this, if she hasn't woken up by…" I glanced over at the clock. "Nine in the morning, you can take her to the hospital." I stood up suddenly. "Now we just need to find another place for them to sleep, its not nice to have kids sleep on the couch."
Kurogane stared at me for a minute, before he glanced down at Syaoran. "I've just recently required a guest room…" he mumbled something else under his breath that I didn't catch.
I tilted my head to the side, how does one recently require a guest bedroom? I thought, but shrugged it off.
Kurogane picked up the girl, once again, and carried her into the hallway. He stood in front of the door that used to belong to his roommate, who's name had escaped me, and gently kicked it open. Syaoran and I followed after.
When I reached the room, I hung in the doorway, and glanced around in awe. There were two beds in the room, each of them twin sized, that their headboards were pushed against the far back wall. The bedspread was striped in greens, purples, tans, and white. Those colors seemed to be the main scheme of the room. It was rather impressive.
"Who's your decorator?" I asked, still inspecting the room. I really doubt he could have pulled something like this off.
"My sister." He replied shortly, setting the girl down on the bed, and covering her up. He ignored me after that, instead turning to Syaoran and instructing him about stuff. My mind was too drowsy to follow along with the conversation.
I sighed and stepped out into the hallway. I wondered briefly if he was going to keep his promise and take me to my house, or if I should start walking already…
I rubbed my heavy eyes, and could already tell it was going to be a long walk…
I glanced off to my left, towards the bathroom, and suddenly had an urge to see what Kurogane's room looked like. I had only seen his roommates' room, Kuroganes office, and the main part of the house, so why not see the last bit?
Slinking my way over to his room, I glanced back towards the room he was currently in and pushed open his door and glanced inside.
While it wasn't as brightly colored as the other room, it was still pretty impressive.
The walls were a medium grey, and the room was sparsely furnished, making the room look bigger. The little furniture he did have, a bed and two dressers, were all black, except for the dark red bedspread. And it was really clean.
But what caught my attention the most, was the Japanese sword rack hanging on the wall above his bed.
I inched forward, wanting to get a closer look at the swords. I placed my knee on the bed, and glanced down at the surprisingly soft bed, and remembered how tired I was. I glanced back over at the door, before I shrugged, and collapsed on top of the blanket. While I don't normally prefer to sleep in stranger's houses, let alone their beds, (I chuckled dryly a bit at the irony of that), I couldn't really find myself willing to care this time. He was a cop after all, and he seemed to take that job very seriously. And if he doesn't like me sleeping in his bed he could always kick me out.
I shifted uncomfortably, dug out my cell phone, that had been digging into my thigh, and tossed it uncaringly onto the pillow. Getting as comfortable as I could on top of the sheets I fell fast asleep.
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