Life or death(private)

GOOD GOD~! This place was nightmare for her multiple-OCD! Her hands started to itch, and she couldn't take more than that one step that allowed her to come in, the door swinging shut behind her. She felt that all-too-familiar need bubbling up in her chest, and she was going to scream, but the presence of softness running against her legs, brought her attention down to the floor. "Oh..." The word came out laced with thankfulness and she knelt down just right in her skirt, her hand slowly coming over her fur. "What a beautiful girl you are...."

Shimei snatched his keys away and said, "Very funny lady I deal with a lot more lock picking then you think and weapons and explosives add computers to that too." He opened his door and said, "Come in but just don't touch anything." Opening the door wider the place itself was a natural disaster. Trash, beer bottles, and clothes were tossed everywhere. There were a few shelves but hardly anything on them since the books that belonged there were stacked around in various places. "I guess I ain't home much to clean." Said Shimei and she'd feel something rub up against her ankles which happened to be a Siamese cat.

Rolling her eyes, she hopped out of her car and walked up. Pushing his hands away, she pulled a bobby pin from her hair, and using the flat end of that as a safety pin, she had the thing unlocked in just a few seconds. When she had her BF and Phillip over one day, she had picked her way into her father's liquor cabinet. And that had made the eighth lock pick she had under her belt. "You should practice more. And don't lose your keys." She dangled his keys in front of his face, before handing them to him, a smirk on her face.

Shimei just got in and said, "May as well pull up to my house." He closed the door and leaned back in his seat. After giving her a few directions he was quiet the ride there and finally they came to an old house that hard boarded up windows partially and few missing roof tiles. The house itself was pretty old and had a lot of wear and tear. Hopping out Shimei said, "Thanks for the ride I'd tip you you but I'm kind of out of cash right now. Be safe driving back now." He then walked up to the the house and realized he lost his keys. "Crap..." He grumbled as he lifted up the mat and saw he lost the spare he had too. Pulling out a knife he went to work picking the lock.

She walked forward quickly, exiting the door before he did. Looking to her left, she turned to face him. "If I do not take you to at least a block close to your place, Phillip will never let me forget it." Grabbing the jacket sleeve of his good arm, she pulled him along behind her as they came to the private elevator. "Can't have people thinking things. I barely was able to get my father to let me come out here by myself." It took all of three minutes for them to reach the bottom. Turning her back towards him, she retrieved her keys, inserting one into the lock on the elevator. Turning it, it descended into the lower level of the underground parking lot. Stepping into the darkness, she said something quickly in Italian, and lights turned on two at a time, until the lights illuminated the red Lamborghini Aventador J at the end. Walking forward, she chose to ignore any smart-assed comments he made. Contrary to popular belief, she had earned the money to get this car, having save up every bit of money since her third birthday.

Shimei had just finished his cigarette when his jacket smacked him in the face. Yanking it off he said, "Um thanks I guess..." He stood up and slipped it on saying, "I should be going now.. Gotta go home and feed my cat and yes I am an animal lover so don't even make fun of me because I'm a guy who has a soft spot for cats." He opened the door and glanced over his shoulder saying, "Thanks again for picking me up off the street."

She ignored the jab at her name, having had so many people picking at her rich status. Walking over, she stopped beside the bed. "Keep a hold on that." In a quick movement she forced him out of the jacket. Grabbing her sewing kit, she walked over to her desk. Searching through one of drawers, she pulled out a patch of cloth the same color of the jacket. Moving quickly, she had the hole patched up, and she examined her work before frowning. There was a blood stain around where the patch was now artfully hand-sewn, and the moment she felt her cleaning OCD kicking in, she threw it back to him, gently massaging her right hand.

Shimei just blinked and said, "Well that's some name you got there? Did you pay for it or something because people around here call me Yoshida and that's all you need to know." Shimei then grabbed his jacket slipping it on despite the huge hole in it. Patting his front pocket he said, "Phew the cigarettes made it..." He pulled one out and lit it up blowing out a slight puff of smoke.

Closing her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, she looked up and quickly put away the glasses she had been wearing. The man had been out for quite some time, and she had actually forgotten that he was there. And so because of that, he had seen her with her glasses on, and it embarrassed the hell out of her when anyone but her father saw her with her glasses on. She blinked slowly, looking down at her book as her fingertips nervously ran over the cover and along the outside edge of the book. "One, when asking for someone's name you are supposed to give yours. Two, you better not strain that shoulder too badly. You'll tear the stitches. And three, I am Youkou Ann Weston Ketsueki."

The clock went ticking by it wasn't till midnight Shimei let out a groan. "Man... what happened... I feel like I've been hit by a train..." Groaned Shimei... Reaching out by him he grabbed the clock thinking he was back home. But he dropped it startled realizing he wasn't. Bolting up into a sitting position fast he flinched as pain shot through his body. "Ah.. ouch...." He said wincing as he clutched his shoulder. Looking around he was confused as to where he was and his eyes landed on her that moment. 'Huh... oh now I remember.. I got shot and collapsed I guess... You saved me but who are you?" He asked looking at her.

A ringing sound was heard that moment and he said, "Hold that thought..." Answering his cell he said, "What do you want?" Yelling was heard from the phone and Shimei dropped it startled. Quickly picking it up he said, "Yes Kat... I'm sorry and yes I'm alive..." Listening for a moment Shimei chose his words wisely and said, "Yes everything is done but I got to go now bye." He hung up as more yelling was heard and smiled at the woman saying, "Now what's your name?"

Spoiler:

Hair as red as freshly spilled blood was merely swept back into a simple ponytail, having been brushed through so much that it shined. A black tank-top clung to the owner of that blood-red hair in just the right places, and the red-and-black checkered skirt she was wearing just long enough to not incite vapid staring at her legs. She was all of five feet eight, and her body was perfectly proportioned. Her knee-high lace-up-in-the-back black boots gave her an extra four inches in boosted height, giving the illusion that she was six feet tall. An elegant pendant with her family's coat-of-arms hung around her neck, a gift from her late mother. Her right hand had a ring on each finger, each one a gift from her father as she hit those mile-stone ages: ten, thirteen, sixteen, eighteen, and twenty one.

Tonight she had talked her father into letting her stay in the penthouse suite on the south side of town by herself, without any of her usual escorts. So she had been late-night window shopping when a strange feeling came over her. She stood and looked over her shoulder, seeing a dark-dressed guy pass out on the street. Having always been sensitive to the presence of blood, she smelled it immediately and pulled out her cell. Dialing quickly, she called for her friend Phillip to help her take him up to the hotel she was staying out. Phillip was steadfastly loyal to her, so he didn't ask any questions and came right away. He carried the man to the hotel, going up through the back stairway to the second floor, where he took the elevator that was hidden from camera view, and up to the penthouse suite.

Once there, and sure that she didn't need his help, Phillip left without a word. She trusted him not to tell anyone, she she went to the 'living room' area of the suite and pulled out a small sewing kit. Before her mother died a year ago, she had been taught how to successfully stitch up a person in a way that the thread would come out easily later. Once she had patched him up and pulled the cover up over him, mindful of his wound, she retreated quickly to a corner of the room, suddenly hit by how wrong this was! This guy had probably gotten into a fight, and whoever did it would be looking for him, most likely.

Sharp gun shots were heard down the dead end street in a busy city. As Shimei was running quickly as his feet would let him. Blood was gushing from his shoulder and boy did it hurt like a bitch. Darting to the left sharply he hopped a fence and found himself surrounded "Yoshida this is far as you go!" Said one of the men as they cornered him. "Face it you're trapped like a rat nowhere to run! Now lay down and admit your defeat and we'll end your life quickly!" Said the head of the gang and Shimei just laughed saying, "Right where I want you fools." He pulled out a controller and hit the button. Seconds after that the street under them exploded and they all dropped down into the pitch darkness underground killed instantly. "Too easy Kat will be pleased with me on this one." Shimei said smirking. After that he walked off yet his vision was blurring as he staggered into the main street. "Fuck... Damn bastards still got me good." Said Shimei holding his wound. But the world around him went black and he went down onto the side walk with a thud blacking out.