Find the Stolen Jewelery [Kirara|Imai]

Kirara tired herself out from their last excursion. She had been taken to a hospital afterwards, as the overuse of her crimson caused her great pain, and took a giant toll on her body. She knew that her body would be put under stress, and she was prepared for it because in the end, they completed their job. Now, Kirara was out of the hospital, and she was ready to get on with her adventure. She needed a little money though, but she didn't want to go on any jobs without Imai, so she had waited for him at the hospital, as she had just gotten released. Many would think its quite foolish that she decided to get back to work right after such an incident, but Kirara didn't leave home just to be halted by injuries. She wanted excitement, danger, and thrills. And she was about to get back to that agenda.

”Hmmmmmmm…” a worried sound echoed through his head as Imai was on his way to the hospital. There was no time to waste; he had to see if Kirara was alright. That brave girl had done her best at helping him with their previous mission, a kind of mission that really put yourself to a test, and the outcome was a completion paired with several injuries. Her eye, for instance, worried him the most; she appeared to feel the most pain at that thing. Sei was accompanying him too, just shyly hidden away behind Imai’s back as the star mage rushed through the street.

After a little while, he finally saw the tops of the hospital in which Kirara would wait for him. Sweat covered his forehead like a screen, and drops trickled down his heating cheeks. “Hah… hah… hey, Kira-… ra…” He definitely had to take a break and balance his breath before fainting, “So… are you… okay? You know…” Sei popped its head out from Imai’s back to greet the girl with its silent look, before suddenly but softly charging into her with a worried look on its face. “Damn… can’t tell you how worried we both were,” the red-haired mage commented with a swift removal of sweat by the back of his hand, “By the way… I got your message. I… have to say, you’re REALLY motivated.” He began scratching the back of his head a little. “At least I need some soda to continue…”