"Listen there was nothing you could have done," Carth placed his hand on Kaito's shoulder, causing the ghoul to wince. The vampire's touch was light, but Kaito's body hurt all over. Carth's words stung, they were true but that didn't make it hurt any less. "If anyone is to blame here it's me, I was suppose to be your back-up but I got held up in other matters." No, he would not allow this vampire to take on the blame. If he had been here during the battle he would be nothing more than a pile of ash, just like Kaito's master. "It's better that you came late." Kaito muttered, glad that he had at least showed up. If Carth hadn't come when he did Kaito surely would be dead from loss of blood. "As to what you should do, the only sensible thing now would be for you to rest up for the night to allow your body to heal up."
Yes that sounded like a good idea, healing. But where? Surely he couldn't go to a hospital and Carth seemed to confirm this fact, it was too suspicious and with injuries like these the local authorities would attempt to get involved and there was no way Kaito could tell them what happened; one because it wasn't believable and two because he wasn't quite sure what went down himself. Everything was still a blur, the only thing Kaito knew for certain was that Shiro and Petrov were dead and Carth, one of Petrov's associates was standing before him. "so I'll take you to my place, it's the least I can do given the gravity off the incident tonight." Kaito looked up quickly, attempting to suppress the grimace of pain that was trying to snake its way onto his face. "Really?" He asked incredulously, wondering why this vampire who didn't know him and had no relation to him would offer to allow Kaito to heal in his home.
The vampire placed his jacket around Kaito's shoulders and assisted him to his feet. Kaito attempted to walk as much as he could, limping with one dead leg dragging behind him as Carth half dragged him towards their destination. The town was mercifully empty and the lobby of the building they entered contained only the receptionist who seemed to know better then to ask any questions. Soon enough they were in Carth's apartment and the vampire allowed Kaito to walk on his own. He still felt weak but regardless managed to support himself as Carth pointed out the guest room. "Thank you, I really appreciate it." Kaito said and handed the man his coat back before limping to the door and entering the space. He closed the door, not wanting the vampire to see how truly pathetic he was and struggled to remove his shoes, pain inclining up his leg whenever he moved it a bit. Kaito's left leg was still dead aside from the little shocks of pain running through the limb that startled him and delayed his attempting to shimmy out of his dirty clothes. Kaito settled on simply removing his shirt and further inspected his wounds in the mirror.
They were slow to close, but they were healing. It was a relief, but also terrifying to know that he had this sort of ability. Feeling drained Kaito collapsed in bed and curled onto his side on top of the covers, tears pricking his eyes once more as a sob was quietly ripped from his throat. "It's all my fault, if only I had been stronger," he whispered through tears before falling asleep.
It had taken years of sleeping through the day and taking pills so that his body would become acclimated to the backwards habits of vampires. Waking up during the evening came easily now so when Carth knocked on the door Kaito was already rising. He stumbled to the entryway and opened it up, discovering the vampire was holding up a tuxedo and two invitations. "Scrub yourself up nice kid because we've got a ball to attend and hurry up we don't want to be too late in arriving or all the best liqueur will have gone!"
"Um, alright." He managed, taking the suit from Carth, a bit dumbfounded by the sudden turn in events. He placed the tuxedo on the bed and closed the door, going to the bathroom and turning on the shower. Kaito stripped himself of his pants and boxers, stepping under the hot stream and watching the blood and dirt splash onto the tile and slither down the drain. The feeling in his leg had finally returned, but it seems that not all of his wounds had healed. Kaito's right arm was almost completely numb, he could lift it a little and wiggle his fingers around but attempting to hold the soap or shampoo bottle resulted in it slipping out and clattering to the floor. He grit his teeth, determined to not allow this development to get in his way and stepped out of the shower squeaky clean.
He had no spare underwear and so Kaito put his boxers back on and returned to the room, putting the tuxedo on and wondering where Carth had obtained such a suit and why he had it in Kaito's size. Perhaps it was borrowed? No, considering the style and amount of lint clinging to the garment it had been in storage for quite sometime. He looked in the mirror and carefully did the bow tie, then ran his fingers through his hair (or at least the working ones) in an attempt to look presentable. Kaito looked around for his shoes and discovered that they had been replaced by a pair of fancy black loafers. Was this Carth's doing? He wondered and stuck his feet in them before exiting the space.
"I'm ready, thank you for the clothing." He said as he entered the main room of the apartment. His stomach growled, but Kaito ignored it. He would eat at the ball, there was no need to further inconvenience Carth.