AN: Welcome to Chapter 6, a month and much more angst later, I give you my Shura chapter.
Shura had spent two or three days trying to get her shit together around what’d happened with Yukio. She wasn’t talking to almost anyone because she didn’t know how she’d handle talking to people about the current bullshittery going on in her and the Okumuras lives. And everyone else around them. She was actually drinking. Like, what was drinking for her. Serious drinking. Actually, she had been downright drunk for over 24 hours.
Now she was going to try and sober up specifically for the sake of the person she’d originally felt like falling apart because of. If there was a good way to do that. She was fighting to be normal for two more days. People asked her things and she remained on edge, but never said too much. Unless someone knew what was going on her mouth was sewn shut.
She finally had decided to go back to see Yukio again. To talk to him seriously. They hadn’t been talking seriously before, the last time she’d been to see him, but she was sort of in shock. He probably had been too, now that she was thinking about it. It had been selfish of her to react in the way she had. But she’d also had to take in that, firstly, her friend was a demon. More demon than she’d expected. She’d always known that Rin had the flames. But the worst regarding Yukio in that matter was the occasional suspicion. She’d been suspicious when he skipped his checkups. She was right to.
She had been fucking right.
Now she was going back to see Yukio. To really see him, not just be there to pretend he was, and whatever demon was trying to replace him wasn't. She was coming to terms with his demonic self.
Her feet carried her down the hospital, the True Cross hospital where Yukio was in all but solitary confinement. She moved as quickly as she could, but something looked…wrong. There wasn't a guard. In fact, the new one was coming in behind her.
Now she knew what was wrong. Yukio was covered in blue, and his hands were coated in blood. Blood pooled.
"YUKIO!" she screamed as she picked up the pace and resisted the urge to punch the guard. It was his job to protect Yukio, not dawdle and leave him alone. She ran to him and grabbed him, the fire of Satan already wisping away and leaving only an overheated Okumura and a slightly charred Kirigakure. She couldn't care less what happened to her right now. Yukio was damaged, not dying because of his infernal healing, and he looked awful. Especially with all his demonic appendages showing off more than ever.
It took doctors too long to get there. Exorcists were along with them. Yukio looked pale, although his wounds had been closing. Shura had lifted him to the bed that was the only thing in the room besides the door and the window. She could understand going crazy in here. The room was tiny and, for all intents and purposes, empty. She didn’t, however, want to remember this as the last place she’d seen Yukio alive. That would just be too much.
The doctors, instead of attempting to carry the boy whose body was quickly shifting back to a more human form - though still bearing the ears and teeth that marked him as a demon, began rolling the bed out and tried to move it somewhere else. Shura went after them, watching Yukio carefully. She wasn’t gonna let him be out of her sight, not when she couldn't trust anyone else in the damn building to look after him.
It was another full 24 hours in which Shura was keeping as close to Yukio as possible before she was actually allowed to sit in his hospital room. She had made sure nothing had gone out yet, not even to Rin. This was staying here until she gave permission for it to go out. The Vatican knew because they knew every hospital interaction that went on. Especially when it had to do with the Okumuras. They were specifically requested to be monitored as closely as possibly. Any information such as an attempted suicide would be immediately routed to them.
On the other hand, letting all the people who knew him wasn't going to help him be better. In all honesty, it’d probably make him worse. He didn’t want all the attention, everyone wanting to know what happened with him. Shura didn’t blame him. She knew they could both use a good long sleep right now. And he was certainly going to get plenty of that.
It was then that Shura completely lost her cool. For a minute, she completely forgot about how she was feeling so bad for Yukio and understanding what he was going through. She took out one of her swords. Nothing special, just a small sword she rarely used for actual fighting. She raised it up in the air and began banging Yukio’s arm with the hilt. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she chanted. A guard rushed in to stop her, but she quickly lowered it. The weapon clattered to the floor with a shrill sound that echoed in the room. As she did, one of her hands grabbed onto Yukio’s, her free one covering her face. “Stupid four-eyes…why couldn’t you just talk to me…” A single trail of tears fell out of her eye and onto her cheek, dripping onto the hospital gown worn by Yukio.
“Since when did you stop trusting me, Yukio? Since when did I stop being available to fucking help you, to be your goddamn friend? Since when did you just shut everything out instead of confiding in the person who was asked to protect you, dammit!” Her voice was alone a dull roar at this point. She couldn’t keep in her anger. But Yukio was just her target. She wasn’t angry at him. “Fujimoto asked me to take care of you and Rin if something were to happen to him, and now look at you. You didn’t get my help when you needed it the most! What’s the point? Why’re you doing this?”
Her voice was like acid, but tears were falling harder now. Both her eyes, streaming between her fingers and with ugly droplets got Yukio’s side a little damp. She soon got ahold of herself. The guard was still looking suspiciously at her, but she was calming down.
The sarcasm was palpable as she finished wiping her tears and jokingly punched his shoulder with a half-hearted smile. Very lightly. “Okumura Yukio, you are the absolute most idiotic exorcist I’ve ever had the displeasure of being friends with.”
