PART 4
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.4
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PART 4 OVERFLOW POST
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. Head on over to part 5 instead!
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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“Are you sure?”
“Shinra,” I warned in a low tone. He sighed.
“Fine, but I’m not responsible if you get in trouble for it.”
I held the skin under my lanky thighs and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. As I slipped off slowly, my toes grazed the floor until the whole of my foot was planted securely onto the tile. It was only a matter of my legs maintaining what strength remained in their rarely-used muscles. Shinra looped one arm under mine and helped me into the wheelchair.
I tested the wheels. One squeaked a little. I frowned in annoyance, but Shinra didn’t seem to notice the sound as he skipped around to the back and began to push me from behind.
“When was the last time you were outside?”
I sat back, feeling the fabric bend under my weight. “Dunno.”
Shinra pushed me to the empty hallway. It was late morning by now, judging from the brilliant glow streaming in from the hospital window of my room.
squeak squeak squeak
I looked down, searching for the source of the noise. Shinra started to hum, and I could feel ever so slightly the small shifts in my wheelchair’s progression along the floor while he swayed to the tune.
A shouting sound floated in from around the corner. I sat up a little, and Shinra stopped pushing. A nurse appeared, tugging on the arm of a small boy about my age.
“Where are your parents?”
“Let me go!”
The boy’s heels dug into the floor, squeaking as he resisted, but there wasn’t much that a small child could do against an adult. He struggled, faltered, and pulled harder as Shinra and I watched, and it was then that my gaze met the radiance of a pair of bright red eyes, and from that moment I was captivated.
The boy tore his thin wrist from the nurse’s grip and suddenly ran in our direction. I took in the red t-shirt and black jeans that matched his inky black hair.
“There you are!”
It caught us both by surprise, so much so that we were speechless when he reached us, smiling as if we’d all not only known each other but had been best friends even before the womb. The nurse’s shoulders dropped a fraction.
“Oh, so you’re a friend of Shizuo’s?” Her voice was suddenly friendlier, but its masked insincerity made me cringe.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you!”
She sighed. “Well it explains why you were in the wheelchair stockroom. Alright, take care, boys.”
The boy gave her a salute, then watched her intently until she left. The second her pastel pink scrubs disappeared into the other hallway, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey, thanks.” He stood up straight, arms akimbo and turning to me. “That woman wouldn’t leave me alone! How old are you?”
“…How old are you?”
“Ten. You?”
I averted my eyes. “…Eleven.”
He laughed; it was a sweet kind of bubbly laugh, like it had been locked away for a long time. “Liar. Oh, so now that you’re ready, what do you say?” Ruby red flickered to where I sat.
“Shizuo, we should-”
“What do I say to what?” I ventured.
“Why, a wheelchair race, of course!” His arms extended up and out as he raised on his tiptoes and beamed. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two were planning. And I did it the last time I was here, so it’s okay.”
Shinra seemed to be pulling me back. “Yeah, as long as you don’t get caught-”
“-which we won’t be-”
“You just were!” Shinra protested. “C’mon, Shizuo, let’s go, forget it. He’s nothing but trouble.”
My brows furrowed in confusion, and I met the boy’s eyes again. They glinted with his daring smile, curving along the young, nearly flawless face, like one of the neighbor girl’s porcelain dolls. Would he bring trouble? What would be the harm of going along with it? A race sounded like so much fun, but…
“Shizuo, you shouldn’t. Let’s go.”
My gaze hit the floor like it had just been seized by gravity. Mom and Dad would kill me, I would have to face the consequences, and… Without another word, I nodded, and Shinra started to pull me back.
“What’s the matter?” The boy taunted, louder now.
“Don’t listen to him,” Shinra whispered.
“Are you chicken?”
I gripped the armrests of the wheelchair as something inside me was starting to snap.
squeak squeak squeak
“Shizuo…”
“Ah, so you are a chicken, huh? Shizu-chan~”
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