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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 36 - No Ordinary Love
Shizuo kept cursing under his breath as he retraced his steps back to where he'd left Tom, but the man was no longer there, and as much as he wanted to smoke a cigarette and fill his lungs with some much needed nicotine, he couldn't do anything about it until he was out of the rain. Sighing out loud, he was about to pull out his phone to call Tom when he saw a furious Shinra stomping towards him, the man raising his hand to slice him with a scalpel the moment he was in range. Without hesitation, Shizuo caught his wrist and squeezed it until the instrument slipped out of Shinra's hand and hit the pavement with a loud clack. He then wrapped his right hand around the man's neck and slammed him into the nearest wall, wincing when he realized that he might've used too much force, the blood trickling down the doctor's neck and tainting the rain soaked lab coat a clear indication that he'd injured his head.
"Where is he?" Shinra asked through gritted teeth once he was able to see again, his vision having gone black the moment his head made contact with the wall.
"Who...? Oh, Izaya... I left him in an alley nearby," he answered, still a bit confused as to why the doctor would attack him out of nowhere.
Shinra roared and started kicking and punching Shizuo, wanting to destroy the beast even if it was the last thing he'd do. He knew that something would go wrong the moment he heard a few shop owners complaining how the peace had been shattered because Ikebukuro's beast was back to chasing Orihara Izaya, so he rushed to stop them before it was too late. Unfortunately, it didn't look like he'd made it in time. "HOW COULD YOU??" he cried out loud in despair.
Shizuo's brows furrowed in confusion, and he had to fight off the impulse to tighten his grip around the man's neck for being an asshole to him, but when he realized why Shinra was so upset, he grabbed both his wrists and pinned them to the wall. "Calm down, I didn't do anything to him."
"Why should I believe you?" Shinra asked, shaking in rage, but at the same time hoping that for once, Shizuo had succeeded in controlling himself.
"Look, you can call him if you don't believe me. I didn't hur―... I didn't hurt him like that!"
The dark grey eyes behind the glasses narrowed. "How did you hurt him then?"
Shizuo felt more exhausted than he had felt in a very long time, the constant accusations and insults wearing him down. Everyone had a limit to how much they could take, and he realized that he'd just reached his. "None of your goddam business, you bastard! Who the hell do you think you are, coming here and swinging your little knife at me in the middle of the street?" he snarled and then tightened his grip around the doctor's wrists until a few pained noises slipped past those almost pale lips. "I've beaten people within an inch of their miserable lives for a lot less."
"O-Once a m-monster, always a monster," Shinra said in-between gasps of pain.
"FUCK YOU!" Shizuo roared and captured both his wrists in one hand before he grabbed Shinra's jaw and squeezed it hard enough to bruise. "What do YOU know? You don't give a shit about anyone but Celty! You didn't even say one word to Izaya when he tried to get me killed, did you? Not even one..."
Shinra's expression turned malicious despite the pain. "Is t-that it? Is that w-why you're so... you're so pissed at m-me? Cause I don't give a d-damn about you? Oh, I'm s-sorry," he said in a mocking tone and tried to kick him again, something he immediately regretted when Shizuo almost pulverized his wrists with how hard he was squeezing them. This time around he did cry out in pain, and just when he thought that he would really get his wrists broken, he was peeled off the wall a shoved away roughly. He had no way to soften the sudden pull of gravity, so his left elbow took the brunt of the fall when it made contact with the pavement, a shrill leaving his lips when he felt the bone crack, the doctor in him immediately identifying it as an olecranon fracture.
"Stay the hell away from me," Shizuo sneered just before he started walking away.
"A-And you stay away f-from Izaya, you hear me? I swear that I will k-kill you in the most painful way I c-can imagine if you t-touch him again," Shinra threatened after he pushed himself off the ground despite the pain that made him want to curl into a tight ball. "Don't t-think I won't do it!"
"You do that," Shizuo said without looking back. He could hear Shinra's voice from somewhere behind him, but he kept ignoring the insults, not wanting to go back when he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself before breaking a few of the man's bones. If there had ever been a bridge between them, that bridge was gone, and the only thing left was a chasm which they would never be able to cross again.
Behind him, Shinra was struggling with the pain while cradling the broken arm to his chest, which made it extremely difficult for him to pull out his phone and call Izaya. No matter what Shizuo said, he couldn't trust the monster to speak the truth.
"Are you all right?" asked a woman who happened to see some of the fight. "Is there any way I can help?"
Shinra had to force himself to smile even though he only felt agonizing pain. "I'm f-fine, but could you p-please help me with m-my phone? It's in the left pocket of my pants." She was obviously not comfortable with shoving her hand into a stranger's pockets, but she did it anyway. "Thank you," he said as soon as she handed him the device, and then he turned around and walked away, tightly gripping the phone. The pain in his arm made it hard for him to even think, and if Izaya was fine, then calling him was an extremely bad idea, but he needed to know if he was all right. The phone only rang two times before Izaya obviously turned it off, and Shinra immediately assumed that his friend didn't want to talk to him. That side, as much as he wanted to ignore the problem, his arm was broken, and he had to take care of it whether he wanted to or not. It was not the type of injury he could fix by himself, which meant that he had no choice but to go to a hospital. A clear sound of irritation slipped past his lips, and he dialed a number to call a cab, all the while starting to regret his earlier outburst. He should've known better than to provoke Shizuo, but he'd panicked, his body going cold at the thought of having to fix an almost dying Izaya again. He'd never been worried about either of them before, not even when they used to show up at his apartment and bled all over his floor, because he always thought they would be all right, but then Shizuo had to go ahead and mess everything up. Annoyed, he lightly kicked the lamp post he was leaning against as he waited for the cab, wondering why it was taking so long for the driver to get there. He was about to call the number again when he saw the car appearing around the corner, and he pushed himself away and sighed in relief, looking forward to getting his arm taken care of so that he could move to other more important things weighing on his mind.
"To the nearest hospital," he told the driver after he struggled to pull out his wallet and handed the man a few bills. His left arm was a mass of raw agony, and his head wasn't doing that better either. He could feel warm blood trickling down the back of his neck, and he hoped that it wasn't too bad because he couldn't afford to lose his consciousness anytime soon. He didn't pay any attention to the outside world as he was driven there, and by the time he reached the hospital, he had to lean against the walls of the building to not fall down. Unfortunately, the head injury was worse than he'd expected, and the last thing he saw before he slipped into unconsciousness was a nurse rushing towards him.

***
When he woke up again a couple of hours later, his arm was in a cast and it looked as though the wound on the back of his head had been stitched up. He groaned and tried to get up, but he was pushed back by a doctor he knew.
"Don't even think about it."
"I have important things to take care of, so I can't waste my time lying in bed," Shinra whined and tried to push Sakamoto away.
The man gently pushed Shinra back on the bed. "I can't let you go, not after seeing the head injury. It looks bad, so you need to stay here under observation."
"Seriously, I'm fine! Now, could you please let go of my arm?" Shinra demanded in an irritated tone. "I'll come back tomorrow, but I really have to go right now."
Sakamoto glowered at him for a few longs moments before he sighed out loud and moved away. "Doctors are terrible patients. Just don't blame me if you end up dead in the meantime."
"I won't!" Shinra chirped and got up even though he was still feeling a little dizzy. His eyes scanned the hospital room and he realized that his clothes weren't anywhere in sight. "I can't leave like this. Where are they?"
"They?"
"My clothes! Where are they?"
The doctor sheepishly scratched the back of his head and took on an apologetic look. "I gave a little something to one of the nurses to wash them for you."
"What am I supposed to wear now?!" Shinra cried and collapsed on the bed.
"Hmm, I have a spare change of clothes. You can have those."
"Great, thanks," he said and patiently waited for Sakatamo to bring them to him.
"They aren't anything special, but they should fit you," said the doctor as he handed him the clothing articles once he came back, still reluctant about having Shinra leave the hospital after such a powerful blow to the head. "I didn't call Celty."
Shinra raised his head and smiled. "Thanks! I wouldn't want her to worry over nothing."
"It's not nothing! Your arm is broken, your head got banged against something, pretty hard might I add, and what's with those bruises on your wrists, neck and face?" he asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What the hell happened?"
"I had a run-in with an old friend," Shinra said, his smile gone and replaced by a frown.
"A... friend...?"
"Yes." Shinra didn't say anything after that. Instead, he waited for Sakamoto to leave the room before he proceeded to take off the hospital gown and put on the man's clothes, a feat not easy to achieve with a broken arm. They weren't exactly his style, but the grey t-shirt, black pants and jacket worked pretty well together. His eyes then scanned the room for his phone and wallet, and once he found them he slipped them into his pockets and walked out. Sakamoto was no longer outside, but that worked for him, because he was not in the mood to get lectured again on how he should stay in bed instead of walking around.

***
It was starting to get dark outside when Izaya heard the doorbell, and even though he was tempted to pretend that he wasn't home, he got up from his desk chair and went to answer it anyway. He expected a different number of people to look for him, but an injured Shinra was not one of them. "What happened to you?" he asked, and even though he knew that it wasn't right to enjoy the doctor's suffering, he did nonetheless.
Shinra sighed loudly and fixed his glasses. "Shizuo happened," he said tiredly, the headache having gotten worse ever since he woke up in the hospital.
Izaya's first reaction was to tighten his fingers around the handle, a flare of anger rising within him, but when he remembered what Shinra had done to him, his murderous expression turned into a smirk. "Really now? And how exactly did that happen?"
"Do you mind?" Groaning, Shinra pushed Izaya aside and walked inside the apartment, completely ignoring the man's outraged expression. His eyes fell on the couch closer to the door and he hurried there, unsure on how much longer he could stand before collapsing on the floor, his vision having gone slightly darker around the edges long before he even got to the door. The moment he sat down he closed his eyes and reclined against the couch, sighing softly. "Don't look at me like that. I can feel your glare even with my eyes closed."
"Oh? That's quite the feat!" Izaya said and chuckled darkly as he sat down on the other couch, his eyes narrowing infinitesimally at the man's rain-soaked clothes dripping on his black couch.
Shinra's expression turned into a frown before he slowly canted his head and opened his eyes to look at Izaya. "You barge into my apartment all the times, so how is this any different from what you do?"
Izaya simply shrugged, an amused expression adorning his face. "Well, excuse me for needing a doctor once in a while. At least now you know what it means to confront Shizu-chan," he said, and he was surprised to hear Shinra growl, the usually calm man looking more pissed than he'd seen him in a long time.
"That strength is not normal," Shinra muttered before he finally straightened his back to give Izaya his full attention. He was feeling slightly better now that he wasn't standing, but the headache was still bad enough to make him crave the sweet relief of unconsciousness. Whatever painkillers Sakamoto gave him, they weren't working.
Brown-red eyes fell upon the bruised jaw, and Izaya felt his stomach roil with sickening intensity as he envisioned Shizuo hurting Shinra, the man's injuries a tell-tale of what must've happened between them. The doctor ran a shaky hand through his hair, and that's when Izaya saw the almost black bruises on those frail wrists. His fingers curled into the material of his pants, the simmering anger he felt towards him going down just a bit. "So how was it?" he finally asked in malicious tone, because despite how much he sympathized with the doctor, he couldn't forgive him for what happened during their last meeting. Shinra's tired eyes turned towards him, the man's confused expression telling him that he had no idea what he wanted to know. "How was it to be at Shizu-chan's mercy?"
Shinra tilted his head and blankly stared ahead for a while, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Painful," he said after a while. He then looked straight into Izaya's eyes, the man's blood-thirsty smirk telling him that he was enjoying his suffering. "Extremely painful." Unconsciously, he ran his fingers across the bruised jaw, wincing in pain each time he pressed too hard into the skin. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Izaya sneered before he reclined against the couch and crossed both his arms and legs. "I'm not that petty," he said coldly. Feeling annoyed, he snapped his head in the other direction and glared at an invisible spot on the wall. "Were you scared?"
"Anger overrode my senses, so there was no room for fear," Shinra answered honestly, and when Izaya turned his head and gave him a questioning look, he continued. "I heard some people saying they saw him chasing you through Ikebukuro. I thought he hurt you again, so when I found him, I confronted him, but I'm just a doctor, so I couldn't do anything..." he said, his tone dripping with spite. "Still, I'm relieved to see you're all right."
Despite how much he wanted to hate Shinra, Izaya still felt warmth spread throughout his chest, but unfortunately, that only made him angrier. "Hypocritical words coming from someone who tried to kill me with his bare hands." Shinra's flinch told him that the doctor most likely regretted his actions, but that still didn't make him feel better.
Shinra lowered his head, fingers painfully digging into his left arm. "I'm sorry... I lost it."
Hearing those words, Izaya saw red, and he had to fight the urge to get up and hurt him. "That's what he said," he ground out the words. "He hadn't meant to almost fuck me to death, and you didn't mean to strangle me to death... you both just lost it after all."
Feeling as though he'd just been punched in the guts, Shinra stared wide-eyed at Izaya for a few long moments before he finally found his voice. "I'm so―"
"I don't want to hear it!" Izaya hissed before he jumped to his feet and stomped over to Shinra. Bending down, he fisted his hand into the man's t-shirt, his whole body thrumming with rage as he shook him. "You betrayed me," he said in a wounded voice, not caring if the other could read him like an open book. In fact, he wanted Shinra to know just how much his betrayal hurt. "YOU BETRAYED ME!" he roared and pulled Shinra up before he roughly pushed him towards the door. "Get out."
"Wait, let me explain myself!" Shinra pleaded, but Izaya's stony expression told him that he was not in the mood for any excuses.
"I won't tell you again... get out," Izaya repeated as he pulled out a switchblade and flicked it open before pointing it in Shinra's direction. Seeing how the doctor was frozen on the spot, he sauntered towards him, the man only reacting the moment he raised the weapon and pressed it to his neck.
Shinra flinched and fought to swallow the lump in his throat as he gazed into Izaya's crazed expression. "I'm sor―"
"SHUT UP!" Izaya roared, the fury burning from deep within almost setting his eyes aflame. "I don't want to hear your excuses. You would not hesitate to throw me under the bus for Celty's sake," he said through gritted teeth, the hand holding the switchblade trembling badly enough to make a few superficial cuts on the already bruises neck of the man he once considered to be his only friend.
Shinra was too stunned to come up with a reply, so he opened and closed his mouth a few times before he found the right words. "I didn't know she'd bullied you into telling her what happened..."
Enraged, Izaya harshly fisted his left hand into Shinra's hair and leaned closer until their foreheads were almost touching. "No one can make me do anything I don't want to... well, no one besides Shizu-chan, but you already know that." Shinra tried to pull away, but Izaya tightened his fingers into the black hair and held him there. "What? Are you mad?" he asked, smirking, wanting to see what Shinra would do next, but when the doctor only glared at him, he continued. "I wouldn't have told her had she not insisted, but I won't deny that I enjoyed her distress when I told her how her precious Shizuo, whom she'd been defending the whole time, was nothing more than a rapist who would go as far as to fuck his archenemy just to teach him a lesson."
"You're the one who betrayed me!" Shinra snapped and grabbed Izaya by the front of his t-shirt. "You knew I wanted to spare her the suffering of knowing what her best friend had done, and yet you told her anyway!"
A vicious laugh spilled at Shinra's words, and Izaya shook his head and backed away before he pocketed the switchblade. Abruptly, he stopped laughing and glowered at him, the man almost shrinking back from his glare. "You betrayed me first by making me believe that you cared about me. I would've preferred indifference over false affection," he said in the coldest tone he could muster before his eyes fell on his laptop and he moved to sit down in his desk chair. "I'm busy, so if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could leave me alone."
"I do care about you," Shinra confessed, but Izaya was typing away at his laptop, clearly dismissing him from his presence. "Please don't do this," he tried again, but he got no answer. Realizing that no matter what he said or did, Izaya wouldn't listen to him, he turned on his heels and headed for the door, his hand tightening around the handle when he heard a cold voice coming from somewhere behind him.
"You were the only person I would've never hurt."
Shinra barely stopped himself from running back and begging Izaya for forgiveness, knowing full well that it'd be pointless. Still, he felt the need to tell him something before leaving. "You should've known that I would do anything for Celty." Izaya didn't say anything, so Shinra walked out of the apartment and closed the door behind him, his heart sinking at the thought of their broken friendship.

***
Celty was watching TV when she heard the door open. Reluctantly, she got up and went to greet Shinra, already typing her welcome home message before she even reached the hallway, her PDA almost slipping from her hands the moment she was met with the sight of a bruised and injured Kishitani Shinra. [ WHO DID THIS TO YOU?? ] she furiously typed, the small device almost breaking from how hard she was squeezing it in her fury.
Shinra lowered his head and awkwardly scratched his nape. "An old friend," he answered, and in the next moment the PDA was shoved in his face, so close to his eyes that he had to back away to see the text. "No one important, so can we please not talk about it?"
[ He broke your arm! ]
"Actually, no, he didn't," he said while struggling to take off his jacket. "I lost my balance and it broke when I fell, I swear!" When he saw that she didn't look convinced, he snatched the PDA from her hands and pulled her into a hug. "I missed you so much!" he chirped in a cheerful tone in an attempt to distract her. Immediately, Celty tried to pull away, but Shinra only held on tighter, refusing to let go of the woman for whom he'd lost his best friend. "I really need this right now," he said softly, and he couldn't have been more grateful to Celty when she wrapped her arms around his back and nestled into his embrace. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. The fracture will heal, and then all I'll be as good as new." From the way she was trembling, he could tell that she wanted to hurt whoever had attacked him, but he had no intention of telling her anything, because the last thing he needed was for Celty to confront Shizuo. She was strong, but so was Shizuo, and he couldn't risk her getting hurt. He didn't exactly think that he would attack her, but he had no doubt that Shizuo would defend himself if need be, just like he'd done earlier that day. "Can you help me out of this jacket?" he said after a while when her trembling finally subsided.
Reluctantly, Celty pulled away, took his hand, and then led him to the bathroom where she could take off his rain-soaked clothes, realizing that he might catch a cold if he stayed in them for much longer. Her eyes fell on his bruised jaw and neck, and she felt fury burning her from deep within, like a fire igniting the anger she felt towards whoever had done such a thing to the man she came to love.
"One second," Shinra said before he gave her back the PDA and turned on the hot water so that he could take a bath. "I'm freezing."
[ Raise your arms, ] she ordered, his surprised expression telling her that he hadn't expected to get help with the rest of his clothes. [ I'm not going to run away when you need me the most. ]
Shinra's smile grew wider and he raised his arms. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable over something like this, especially when I can do it myself. Granted, it'll take me a while, but I'll get it done eventually." She typed her answer with conviction, and Shinra couldn't stop smiling at how cute she was when she was both so determined and flustered.
[ I can do it! ] Taking the last step towards him, she grabbed the lower part of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing more and more pale skin. By the time it was completely off, her hands were quivering, and she quickly dropped it into the sink before coming back to him, that all-knowing smirk on his face further proving that Shinra could always guess what she was thinking, and what she was thinking at that moment was how could a doctor who didn't exercise much look so good, the lean body and elegantly defined muscles almost hypnotizing her into touching that milky skin.
"I can take care of the rest." He tried to spare her the embarrassment, but the way her shoulders moved told him that she was shaking her head. "Celty is so good to me, I don't even know how to tha―" he started, but the rest of the words got caught in his throat when she grabbed his pants and lowered the zipper before she unbuttoned them and tugged them down and off his legs. He shivered each time her fingers brushed against his skin, and he hoped that he wouldn't get too excited over something as simple as getting undressed by the love of his life. He was quite shameless at times, but getting a boner in front of Celty when she was just trying to help was too much even for him. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even see her move, and he jumped in surprised when her fingers brushed past his navel. Instinctively, he grabbed the waistband of his underwear, his face going red at the thought of Celty seeing him completely naked. "I c-can do t-this!" he stuttered pathetically, expecting her to at least turn around and give him some privacy, but when she folded her arms in front of her chest, he stared in amazement, trying to think of all sorts of disgusting things so that he wouldn't get it up at the thought of the woman he loved seeing him in all of his naked glory. "I had no idea that you loved to see me suffer," he said with a smile on his face while he took off his underwear and stepped into the tub, resting the broken arm on the edge of the tub so that it wouldn't get wet.
[ I don't like to see you suffer, ] Celty typed on her PDA and showed him the message when she noticed how red his face was. Then again, she was certain that her face would turn red as well if she had her head, the image of a naked Shinra turning her on a lot more than she wanted to admit.
Shinra pouted and raised his knees, already starting to feel the beginning of a vicious boner. Notnownotnownotnow, he kept screaming inside his head while Celty retrieved a sponge and proceeded to scrub his shoulders and back, his pulse increasing the moment she dipped a hand into the water to wash his abdomen. "ICANDOITMYSELF!" he screeched and backed away further into the tub, his heart speeding up and his body burning with desire. "I'll d-do the rest!" he said as he turned around, barely stifling a moan when he accidentally brushed his fingers against his growing erection. Luckily, Celty heeded his request and went back to gently massaging his stiff shoulders. A pleasurable sigh slipped past his lips, and he relaxed into her touch even though he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hand around his erection and relief the painful ache between his legs. His head still hurt, but the growing heat coiling around in his abdomen was distracting enough to almost make him forget about it. By the time Celty was done, his member was rock hard, and he didn't even dare turn around, feeling thoroughly embarrassed with himself. "Thank you for your help, but I can do the rest. Wait for me outside, ok? I'll be right there," he tried, but the PDA shoved in his face from the Dullahan behind him made him cringe.
[ You don't look very well. ]
"I'm fine, really. I just need a few minutes," he said in an embarrassingly high-pitched tone. He held his breath as Celty typed the next message, and he almost cried in relief when he read it.
[ Ok, I'll be outside. Call me if you need me. ]
He frantically nodded and waited for Celty to get out and close the door behind her before he he slumped in relief against the edge of the tub, his head hanging limply for a few moments before he grabbed the sponge and washed his lower half with a trembling hand. Mindful of his broken arm and stitched up head, he turned on the shower and leaned against the wall tiles, all the while making sure that the minimum amount of water got on his injuries. His whole body was burning, especially his middle half, and as he grabbed his member with a quivering hand, he bit into his lower lip in an attempt to stop the pleasurable noise threatening to slip past his burning lips, fearing that any sound he made would reverberate off the walls. As an accomplice to what he was doing, his mind bombarded him with fantasies of a naked Celty, his hand mindlessly increasing its speed to the point that it was slightly painful, but the searing need to come was so strong that he didn't even care anymore. He imagined himself squeezing those perfect breasts, and the image of Celty spread before him made him come undone. He almost blacked out when the orgasm rippled throughout his body, and he leaned his forehead against the cold tiles, his ragged breath so loud in his ears that he wondered if Celty could hear him from outside the bathroom. With his legs feeling like they were made of cotton, he allowed the water to pelt his heated body for only a few more moments before he turned off the shower and slid down the wall and back into the bathtub, his headache momentarily forgotten as he basked in the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm for a while, until he heard a knock on the door and he jerked in surprise, his slouched body straightening and turning stiff.
"I'll be right out," he assured Celty, and even though he wanted nothing more than to pass out right there, he forced himself to get out of the tub and dry his body with a towel, the thing almost slipping through his fingers when he realized that he had no clothes to change into. "Celty darling, could you bring me some clothes?" He heard the sound of footsteps moving away, and he wiped the fog off the mirror and stared at his reflection for a few moments, his face still red from his earlier activities. His fingers tightened around the edge of the sink and he laughed, thinking that he should've gotten injured a lot sooner if that was what it took for Celty to take such good care of him. He was still upset about his fight with Izaya, but he decided to put that aside for a while and enjoy this new development in his and Celty's relationship. Slowly, he unclenched his fingers and turned around, wanting to go and wait by the door for his clothes, not expecting Celty to simply walk in with no care in the world. Without thinking, he covered himself with his hand, his face growing hot once again. "You could've slipped them to me instead of coming in yourself," he said, his tone sounding a little strained.
Celty passed him the clothes so that she could type. [ If I can't even take care of the man I love when he's injured, then what is the point of loving someone? ]
Shinra's expression softened and his heart picked up speed again, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout his chest. "I love you too," he said with a smile on his face. He could tell that she was flustered and slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing, but that made him appreciate her help even more. He didn't protest when Celty took the clothes and proceeded to dress him, both of them enjoying the companionable silence. It wasn't late, but he was tired, and the vicious headache was back, so he took a few more painkillers before heading for the bedroom. "The cast is uncomfortable," he said while he lied in his bed. "I'm going to get arm braces tomorrow... you should come wit―" He never got to finish, his jaw falling when Celty's full body suit changed into a night gown and she slipped under the covers and into his arms. "Ah, Celty, you're so cruel, I hope you know that." Her shoulders jerked in silent laughter, and he wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her closer, a satisfied sigh slipping past his lips at having the woman of his dreams in his bed.
[ Get some sleep! ] she ordered, and then squirmed for a few moments until she found a comfortable position.
"Mhmm, good night," Shinra said just before he closer his eyes, a satisfied smile adorning his face. I love you! I love you! I love you, he kept repeating inside his head until exhaustion caught up with him and he finally fell asleep.
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