Oh Snap [Oh Pen]

[Kita]

Kita moved slowly. The muscles in her body ached terribly, both from the ride and from the fall. Moving hurt more than she would've thought. She removed herself from his body and sat down, able to feel that many bruises would make themselves known over the next few days. It didn't take long for her to realize two things. The first was he had said something as they'd fallen. Had that been his name? Sulley. The name fit somehow. The second thing she noticed was that he wasn't moving.

Crap. Nor was he conscious.

Double crap.

Panic gripped her as she gave him a shake. It didn't even occur to her that he might have been faking, not that that even mattered. What made her react so was that this Sulley person might be dead. All of the work put into getting him this far would be wasted! All that energy spent for nothing. At the thought her panic turned to anger... Until she saw the slight rise and fall of his chest. The bugger was still alive. How fortuitous.

The horse was called as she rose to her feet, and the mare came with the familiar slow pace. A new determination and strength set in to get Sulley to the infirmary. She pondered the reason as she loaded his body back onto the horse, facedown and draped over the animal's back. If he wouldn't stay on this way, there was no helping him further. Kita mounted, behind him, and planted her left hand at the small of his back to keep him stable. Her right hand gripped the horse's mane as her heels dug into its sides. The mare broke off into a gallop toward the infirmary.

Her ruminations from earlier had led to nothing logical as to why she was doing this. It just felt important. This one man, never having seen him before today, counted on her. A frown was arrayed on her features. Not used to such situations, she was quite out of her comfort zone and wasn't exactly sure what to do. No one had ever depended on her for anything, except herself. This feeling was new to her. It was interesting. Speaking of interesting feelings... Kita, having kept her attention on the infirmary ahead, was ignorant of the movement of her hand to the man's buttocks.

(You'll get there in the next one, promise. >.> )

[Sulley]

Strangely enough, his mind drifted. Sulley had always thought that when someone died their soul would leave their body and hover over the area, watching and being unable to do a darn thing. But this was different.

The darkness was a veil draped over his eyes that he could not feel or sense. It fit itself against him like a puzzle piece, holding him closer than a lover would. Though nothing moved, for everything was dark, he felt something cold and airy breezing past, tickling the hair on his arms. A pressure was applied somewhere behind him, making his breath catch in his throat. It moved, slowly, slowly, until it touched a part of him that aroused his blood and set his heart at an eager skip.

Slowly the eyelids slid away from the eyes, closing several times before remaining open. Sulley felt the stiffness in his limbs and experienced a moment of confusion. He didn't know where he was, who was touching him, or why he was there. It even took him a moment to remember his last name.

His dark eyes blurred as they moved to look around him, and abruptly a buzzing started in his head. It didn't take long for him to realize his sense of touch was gone. Somehow he was able to move his fingers, though he didn't feel it. Sulley turned his head and saw a woman's leg. Arching his back, he looked and realized he was lying across a horse. The devil woman from earlier was sitting behind his form, her hand placed on...his butt?

Sounding like a groggy man waking from a drunken slumber, Sulley inquired,

"Who the hell are you?"

Again his eyes moved to her hand on his cheek, and not the one on his face.

[Kita]

"Who the hell are you?"

The sudden break of silence startled Kita enough that her body jerked in response. She felt her right foot hit something and she hoped it wasn't Sulley's face. But perhaps a bruise would pretty it up a bit and teach him to mind his tongue. After the initial shock her eyes darted down to stare at her traveling companion. As they did so, what she saw in her peripheral vision stopped her heart cold. The hand that had been placed on the small of his back was not where she remembered it being the last time she'd seen it. What her hand doing on his butt?!

Immediately the hand was yanked away from that position and put back where it was supposed to be. Redness flooded her cheeks and she cursed after realizing this time it couldn't be hidden from him. Whatever eye contact they'd had before was broken when her head was turned aside to try and hide her blushing, and gain some control over her reaction. It took a minute - alright, maybe five - before she was certain there wasn't even a trace of pink that would be seen when she responded and turned back to face him.

"Kita."

All that was uttered was her name. It was all she could do to keep any sign of embarrassment from her voice. No sign or tone of apology was given in the delivery of that one word. To her, it contained all he needed to know. As time passed from Sulley's question Kita went through the process of setting her facial expression to a familiar mode: neutral. Already she'd given him more information than she was comfortable with him knowing - her name, a basic idea of her power, and the fact that her hand apparently thought he had a nice ass.

Relief welled within her breast as the infirmary drew near. Finally this ordeal would be finished and she could get on with her day. Kita urged the mare forward, all the way to the front door of the infirmary and gave a loud whistle. Two things happened at once. First, the mare disappeared in a flash of light just as its fellow had hours before. Second, two males nurses came rushing out of the infirmary door and stood looking at the scene that greeted them. As the horse disappeared Kita just dropped to the ground to land on her feet. Sulley, however...

A soft snicker started that soon turned into laughter. It was one of the nurses. Kita couldn't begin to think what the man could think was so funny. Perhaps it was because a man of Sulley's obvious size sprawled at the feet of a woman of her stature could possibly be amusing; he was at least a head taller than herself. Next to Sulley, she probably looked rather petite to any person that saw them together. Mental note: spend more time with Muscleman.

Kita aimed a particularly stern glare at the tittering nurse, and gave one to the other nurse, too, for good measure. The mocking noises stopped and the two dimwits came forward to assist Sulley without any further prodding. Luckily for them that they did because any further motivation would've likely been given as her version of Vlad's favorite pastime. The woman gave one last look at Sulley as she turned to leave. A smirk tugged at her lips as she dramatically blew him a kiss. Her mocassined feet made no sound on the grass as she turned away from him and chuckled to herself. The path she was on would take her toward one of the more populated places in Freakopolis. Information, usually in the form of scattered rumors, always did spread fast when many were gathered in one area. The trick was to sew together the right ones and take a chance. It was time find out what the general population of this place knew.

[Sulley]

Without warning a sharp pressure from a foot, also known as a kick, met Sulley's throat. He slumped against the body of the horse, gagging and gasping for air, his large hands wrapped around his neck in attempt to soothe himself. From there the ride grew rougher and the muscles throughout his body began to ache. Sulley didn't reply when the woman provided him her name--he was still busy recuperating. As a matter of fact, he didn't really pay attention to his surroundings again until the infirmary came into view.

At which point another abrupt blow of pain heated his face and cleared his mind so that only the dull throbbing in the back of his head prevailed.

The horse had disappeared. Hitting the ground wasn't so bad a prospect, but a misplaced rock--no no, stone--happened to be napping in a most unfortunate position in relation to his body. Sulley's hands grabbed a hold of himself in order to soothe the pain.

The nurses retrieved the man off the ground while the woman was leaving, and all Sulley could see as they took him into the infirmary was that back of Kita's head.