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It was widely known that Ibuki absolutely loved head banging, it was a core part of metal after all. She loved the feeling of her hair flying into her face and not to mention the visuals. Thanks to her multi coloured hair, it looked mesmerising to people watching her head bang.
Even if head banging gave Ibuki a rush of adrenaline, there are sadly downsides to it, one of them being getting whiplash. They hurt, a lot and sometimes even force Ibuki to stop head banging for a while until she recovers.
Needless to say, head banging was both heaven and hell, so naturally, it wasn’t the first time Ibuki ended up on being a victim to the horror that is the whiplash. She was in her cabin, rocking out to her guitar while doing her signature neck snapping move.
Her music was disturbing her neighbours immensely and therefore caused Fuyuhiko, who resident on the small cottage to her left, went up to her doorstep and knocked fairly loudly while simultaneously covering both of his ears with his hands.
“Oy! Dumbass! Open the fuck up, it’s five fucking A.M.! No one wants to hear your chicken scratching this early! Cut it the fuck out.” Fuyuhiko practically screeched. When he realised he wasn’t getting an answer after about five minutes of waiting, he effectively went back a step and kicked open the door, almost tearing it off its hinges.
He went in, a snarl plastered on his face, looking for the metal head victim that he was about cuss out from hell and back. He looked around and noticed just how much of a disarray Ibukis room was. Clothes piled on the floors, creating small mountains, and guitar picks littered each and every piece of furniture that was furnished in the cabin.
Mildly disgusted and very much annoyed, Fuyuhiko went further in her cabin, spotting the speaker in the corner playing the metal song and immediately rushing to shut it off before his ears fell off.
Sighing in relief after the music stopped, his scowl returned on his face, trying to find Ibuki. He searched in each and every nook and cranny, until he heard a groan from behind a huge pile of clothes.
“Hah! got you now you piece of sh-“ Fuyuhiko abruptly cut himself off after seeing the lump of Ibuki on the floor, in clear pain. Slight concern slowly bloomed in his chest, but he’d never admit nor show it. Emotions were for the weak.
He slowly crept towards Ibuki, scanning her for any visible triggers for her discomfort. Once he noticed none, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Guess he’d just have to ask Ibuki himself.
“Oi, shit face, what the fuck is up with you sulking? Aren’t you supposed to shit out rainbows and unicorns on normal basis?” He asked cautiously, not wanting to risk getting too close and maybe produce even more pain for Ibuki.
Ibuki simply groaned and opened her previously sealed eyes, which were a bit hazy now that Fuyuhiko was a bit closer, and looked directly at the Yakuza. “Is…is this heaven? Will Ibuki finally get to see her dead goldfishes?”
Fuyuhiko did not look impressed in the slightest “No, fuck face, and i’d doubt you’d go to heaven. What the hell is the matter with you? Get the fuck up.” Ibuki whined, clearly not wanting to get up, or rather, not being able to. “Noooo!! Ibukis neck hurts! She was head banging a lot until her neck went stiff and- Pop! Ibuki fell in a lot of pain!!”
“Seriously, what’s with Metal morons and their head banging. Just- stay there and i’ll go get Mikan. Don’t you fucking dare move.” Whether Fuyuhiko would like to admit it or not, he did care if someone was hurt, especially his friends, despite him being the Ultimate Yakuza.
Ibuki thanked him before Fuyuhiko told her to shut up and he went on his hunt for Mikan. Laying on the floor with a stiff neck wasn’t exactly pleasant but Ibuki couldn’t exactly be picky about her current situation. She’ll just have to wait till Mikan gets here.
After about ten minutes tops, Ibuki heard hurried footsteps coming towards her location, and after a second or two, a disheveled and very tired looking Mikan rushed her way towards the door, almost slipping because that’s just how fast she was rushing for Ibuki.
Eyes blown wide and still in her Pyjamas, Mikan practically ran towards the splayed out figure on the floor. “Ah!” She squeaked, which sounded adorable if Ibuki may say so herself. “W-what happened! Why are y-you on the f-floor!?”
Mikan kneeled besides her gently feeling her sides and stomach for any injuries. “Wah! Mikan!! Ibukis neck hurts soooo much!! Ow! Mikannnn! Please help Ibuki!!” Ibuki exclaimed, shutting her eyes in very obvious pain. Mikan started to panic slightly until she remembered that she was the professional here, and therefore had to act accordingly.
Taking a deep breath, Mikan lifted Ibukis head, to which Ibuki slightly squirmed to, and placed it on her thigh. “H-how many times must i t-tell you Ibuki? H-head banging for a long p-p-period of time can cause whiplashes!”
Sighing, Mikan took out an ice pack from the mini refrigerator next to them, and placed it on the area where the pain was most prominent.
After about ten minutes of continuous cooling and Ibuki practically purring as she felt Mikan’s fingers run through her hair and play with it, the pain faded a bit and Ibuki was able to move her neck with minimal discomfort.
Mikan guided her towards her bed and laid her down, making sure Ibukis neck was supported by multiple pillows. “O-okay, if y-you need anything, don’t h-hesitate to ask okay? T-there’s extra ice p-packs in the freezer, u-u-use them when the p-pain gets w-worse. I’ll b-be on my w-way now.” “Wait!” Ibuki pulled Mikan by the arm, causing her to sit back down on the bed, frowning. “W-what is it? D-d-do you need more ice?”
Ibuki grinned wide and proud. “Nooo- you forgot to give me a healing kiss again!”
Mikan eyes widened a bit “a-again?! B-but i gave y-you one l-last time!” “Yeah! That was for Ibukis knee! Ibuki needs one for her neck now!” She looked very pleased with herself.
Mikan sighed, before leaning down and giving Ibuki a small kiss on the side of her neck. “T-there…” she blushed softly, looking away and avoiding eye contact while fidgeting, before getting up and rushing towards the door. “I’ll tell the r-rest about your absence. Get better s-soon!” Before ultimately making her exit.
Yeah, the healing kiss will make the healing process faster!