january 1 ~ sunday ~ roppongi

[cunning_wolf]

The sun had escaped passed the horizon for the day, and what little pink it had painted the sky had all but vanished. Shuichi tugged at his coat, pulling it closer to his body for warmth. He stood before a building that had a large poster advertisement of beautiful women patrons could spend money to be with. The hostess bar was located in Roppongi

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[elegant_play]

Wakashi sighed as he followed Shuichi from a distance, the heir wanted to do this on his own and Wakashi felt bad for trailing him. However it was his job and he couldn’t let anything happen to Shuichi. He hoped that this job would go well and he wouldn’t even have to announce his prescence and the young heir would gain some confidence. At the entrance of the hostess bar Wakashi grimaced in disgust it was full of the filth he was not thrilled to be in the presence of. He walked in and tried to find an area where he could sit and watch Shuichi but not draw attention to himself. After seating he ordered a drink and watched.

The minute Ando came out and his attitude changed upon seeing Shuichi, Wakashi felt on edge it was not good thing. He seemed to laugh at Shuichi and was not taking the threat well at all, Wakashi gripped the bottle that was set in front of him tight and kept his eyes on the scene. When the plate was throwing Wakashi stood up swiftly the room was shaken up at that point some trying to leave before it got worse, but mostly people were trying to swarm in and see the fight and Wakashi fought his way through. When he made it to the front his stomach dropped to the sight of Shuichi on the floor and the dumbass that caused it kicking him. Wakashi still had the unopened bottle in his hand and with one final push he was out of the group and to the side of Ando with one mighty swing and a sickening crack sound he broke the bottle open across the guy’s head and alcohol poured down around his hand.

“I will get you out of here soon but first it is time this man learned his place.” Wakashi lifted the bottle handle he still held and was on the Ando in matter of seconds, who laid on the ground bleeding and confused. “An eye for an eye I say.” Wakashi gave a sick smile before grabbing Ando by the hair to hold his head up and in place and shoving the neck of the bottle into the guys face. Wakashi did this all before the rest of his workers could react. As Ando held his face screaming Wakashi straightened himself back up and stood over Shuichi pulling him up to stand with him, he cradled Shuichi’s face to his chest and slide a sharp Chef’s knife from out of his coat sleeve pointing it to the people in front of him.

“Does anyone else want to fuck with the Ichigo’s? I am not playing around like I was with your boss here next person dies.” He smiled. “If you want to live I suggest you let us through.”

[cunning_wolf]

Shuichi could hear Wakashi and relaxed. He still couldn't see what was going on, as the blood was covering his eyes and his glasses forgotten. At least the pain was settling. Or maybe he was just becoming numb. He tried to pull himself to his knees, but was too disoriented. He could hear Wakashi threatening everyone and Ando screaming. Hand went to his face again to wipe off the blood and hit something hard before his eye, causing a sheering pain to shoot through his face and head. Recollection of the broken plate came back to him, accompanied with panic. It, which was probably the glass shard, was in his eye, not in front of it. Nausea fell over him as the pain came back twofold. The smell of the blood was overwhelming.

[elegant_play]

Feeling Shuichi shifting Wakashi knew the younger boy was undoubtedly in pain his condition was severe. Wakashi needed to get Shuichi help fast and he had no time to be dealing with trivial scum that was surrounding him, it was a miracle his threat seemed to work as people backed away from him. Of course stabbing Ando in the face with the neck of a broken bottle helped a bit with the fear. Wakashi bent down and lifted Shuichi putting him up by his shoulder leaving his knife hand open as best as he could. Knife still brandishing in the air in an intimidating matter Wakashi took off in the direction of the exit, no one stopped him. Outside he put his knife away and shifted so he could carry Shuichi in both of his arms as comfortably as he could. "Hang on I will get you to the nearest hospital then I will contact Washio." Wakashi spoke in a calming matter as he ran as fast as he could. A taxi would draw to much attention so Wakashi would have to rely on his own physical attributes.

[tsukita_hikaru]

((OOC: I just realized that Wakashi was carrying Ichigo and running. I missed that when I replied, so I am adjusting this. ^^ Sorry for the mix up.))

Hikaru was on her way home from dance class. She saw Wakashi running her direction and carrying someone who was clearly bleeding. She vaguely recognized him from school, but it was hard to tell with all of the blood.

"Nearest hospital's down this road!" She called, pointing down another street. "Go straight down that way two blocks, turn left and continue three blocks. Hospital's on the right!"

Hikaru did not normally talk to Shuichi, but she was not the type to leave someone in pain when she could help.

[elegant_play]

((OOC~ That is fine, a simple mistake I had a lot going on in that comment.))

Wakashi heard the comment and didn't slow down, he was aware of the hospital but it helped to hear some reassurance to help keep his rushed and panicked mind focused. Wakashi made the trek to the hospital in an amazing amount of time. After handing Shuichi off to staff he promised his ward that he would join him shortly. Of course he had to deal with a lot of questioning as to what happened and he made some stuff up about a mugging gone wrong and it seemed to work as they left him alone.

Before calling Washio the blood covered Wakashi felt a need to clean himself up a bit first. He was grateful he always wore white gloves on his hands when he was out and about doing his job. It kept his hands clean from the filth, the gloves were ruined but he had plenty to replace them. He pulled them from his hands gently, careful not to get any of it on his actual hands. Once the gloves were removed he tossed them and washed them just to be safe. He used a handkerchief to clean up the spots on his face and neck that splattered on him in the assault. Overall he was still a huge mess but it wasn't Shuichi's blood on him that bothered Wakashi. Satisfied he was clean enough he went back to the lobby pulled his cell phone and dialed the familiar number of Washio. They weren't going to be happy about this, it would be pure luck if Shuichi's eye was not damaged in such an assault.