Upon entering this city, two main questions had plagued her thoughts: just what in the hell was going on, and just where was Kishitani Shinra? The former question was far too loaded, and far too confusing; so, her focus soon turned to the latter.
Where was Shinra? Was he alright? Was he in this strange city, too? Questions upon questions; anxiety upon anxiety.
She walked and ran, unable to stop her feet from moving as she searched for that doctor. If he was here, where was he? She couldn’t imagine being separated from him for too long, not after everything they’d been through.
Celty stopped in the middle of a busy intersection, pausing in her thoughts. Where was somewhere that Shinra, odd as he was, would head to first in a new city?
Paused with her jumble of thoughts, the Dullahan didn’t initially notice someone approach, not until she had suddenly been grabbed. Tendrils of smoky, black mist seeped from the bottom of her helmet with a start, and she reflexively reached to throw whomever it was away from her with her afforded strength.
Oh, that man was in a white coat, just like–
Only a moment after she had thrown him to the ground in her surprised anger, Celty lurched forward to embrace the doctor, both concerned and relieved all at once. It took a moment of grabbing at Shinra, and bumping her helmet against his face, before she could remember to fetch her new notepad and pen from her pocket and scribble upon it.
[ SHINRA! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! ]
“Ah. I”m in this city again without Celty. The scientists sure are cruel keeping us apart. Well perhaps this is the story of how I become an old man in this city, waiting tragically for Celty to return home, and then on my death bed she returns to my side again and takes my hand and she’s the last thing I see and hold before I depart. Then in that case the waiting would be worth it!”
“Even if that’s a romantic dream though, I can’t stand even being five minutes apart from Celty. How about this time she’s the one doing the waiting. I work a really long day, but even though all I do is work with scum and lowlives I come home in a good mood because I know there’s a good girl waiting for me. The moment I walk through the door, I say ‘Honey I’m home’ and she says is the softest voice “Welcome home.’ I hear it, even though she dosn’t have a head to speak with because we’re connected by the heart. The language of love transcends the auditory capabilities of the brain. Then, when I turn the corner following her soft voice I see she’s waiting for me in a naked apron!”
Shinra continued to indulge his fantasies now that he found himself in this worthless city again. He had no judgement at all or particular attachment to his world, or even Ikebukuro, but any city that did not have Celty as a part of it was entirely worthless to him. He rolled around on a park bench muttering these fantasies to himself in order to keep going. This is how he made it through the last several months he had been in this city.
He rolled off the park bench, and stood up dusting off his pure white coat. He decided to walk back to his apartment now so he could at least write some of these fantasies down. He took a deep breath and muttered to himself along the way.
"Celty and I have not seen each other in a long time. I’m terrified of seeing her again, maybe she’s moved on, maybe she’s forgotten me. However, the moment we lock eyes, even though she doesn’t have any eyes, we instantly know that our feelings have remained the same all this time. She rushes at me, and we spin around in each other’s arms the world going in slow motion like in the movies. Relative time, einstein can be so romantic.”
As he finished his third monologue for the hour, suddenly he was grabbed from behind and turned around just like he predicted.
“Aaaaaaaaaah Ceeeeeeeeltttyyyyyyy.” He did not even need to see her face (though she didn’t have one) . However a moment later after reading her notepad, Shinra blinked. “Wait, where is your naked apron?”
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