[FB] Fever, PG, Fluff, Kyo/Yuki [xmas05]
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Pairing: Yuki/Kyo [Fruits Bakset]
Theme: sick
Fever
Yuki was sick and Kyo had been instructed to stay away from him. “He doesn’t need any antagonism right now,” Hatori had told him severely. “He’s running a high fever and he’s very weak.”
Kyo had glowered and blustered and snapped something about him not being stupid and why would he even want to hang around the damn rat anyway? Then he’d paused and asked reluctantly, trying to look as if he didn’t care, “His lungs?”
Hatori had only sighed and Kyo had felt his heart thump painfully against his chest.
He was curled up now on the roof, having brushed off snow to clear himself a spot in the cold winter air, knees drawn up to his chest. Gloved hands drew up his scarf over his nose and Kyo huffed out a breath, shivering a bit. Yuki and his weak, bronchial lungs, he thought, scowling. It would figure that the idiot rat would get himself sick and make Tohru worry about him. He was inconsiderate like that.
Kyo tried not to dwell on the fact that he too was worried. Slightly. Only because if Yuki died he’d have no good sparring partner on a daily basis, of course.
He sighed and rubbed his gloved fingers over his ears, which had gone numb and red in the cold. He should’ve worn a hat or earmuffs at the least. Damn. A small growl of discontent escaped him as he stood, resigned, to make his way back inside. Maybe he’d even check on Yuki…
The room was dim, shades drawn so Yuki could sleep, and empty, a rarity with Tohru’s fussing tendencies and Shigure’s reluctant watch as per Hatori’s strict instructions. Kyo edged in quietly and slid the door shut behind him, crimson eyes trained on the figure lying in the futon, looking smaller than usual. Yuki had always been slender, deceptive to his hidden strength, but now he looked frail amidst the blankets.
Hesitantly, Kyo kneeled beside the futon and stripped off a glove. He laid his hand on the washcloth lying on Yuki’s forehead. Still cool. Tohru had undoubtedly just been by.
Violet eyes fluttered open. “Kyo?” Yuki murmured.
“Yeah?”
Yuki smiled at his slightly defensive tone and reached out a too-warm hand to grasp the one still resting on Yuki’s forehead. “Don’t you get sick too, stupid cat.”
Kyo scoffed and then squeezed Yuki’s hand. “I won’t. You just get better,” he ordered. A stilted moment later, he added, “Damned rat,” and was rewarded with another, more mischievous, smile.
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Posted: 12.20.2005
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jgal87Pairing: Yuki/Kyo [Fruits Bakset]
Theme: sick
Fever
Yuki was sick and Kyo had been instructed to stay away from him. “He doesn’t need any antagonism right now,” Hatori had told him severely. “He’s running a high fever and he’s very weak.”
Kyo had glowered and blustered and snapped something about him not being stupid and why would he even want to hang around the damn rat anyway? Then he’d paused and asked reluctantly, trying to look as if he didn’t care, “His lungs?”
Hatori had only sighed and Kyo had felt his heart thump painfully against his chest.
He was curled up now on the roof, having brushed off snow to clear himself a spot in the cold winter air, knees drawn up to his chest. Gloved hands drew up his scarf over his nose and Kyo huffed out a breath, shivering a bit. Yuki and his weak, bronchial lungs, he thought, scowling. It would figure that the idiot rat would get himself sick and make Tohru worry about him. He was inconsiderate like that.
Kyo tried not to dwell on the fact that he too was worried. Slightly. Only because if Yuki died he’d have no good sparring partner on a daily basis, of course.
He sighed and rubbed his gloved fingers over his ears, which had gone numb and red in the cold. He should’ve worn a hat or earmuffs at the least. Damn. A small growl of discontent escaped him as he stood, resigned, to make his way back inside. Maybe he’d even check on Yuki…
The room was dim, shades drawn so Yuki could sleep, and empty, a rarity with Tohru’s fussing tendencies and Shigure’s reluctant watch as per Hatori’s strict instructions. Kyo edged in quietly and slid the door shut behind him, crimson eyes trained on the figure lying in the futon, looking smaller than usual. Yuki had always been slender, deceptive to his hidden strength, but now he looked frail amidst the blankets.
Hesitantly, Kyo kneeled beside the futon and stripped off a glove. He laid his hand on the washcloth lying on Yuki’s forehead. Still cool. Tohru had undoubtedly just been by.
Violet eyes fluttered open. “Kyo?” Yuki murmured.
“Yeah?”
Yuki smiled at his slightly defensive tone and reached out a too-warm hand to grasp the one still resting on Yuki’s forehead. “Don’t you get sick too, stupid cat.”
Kyo scoffed and then squeezed Yuki’s hand. “I won’t. You just get better,” he ordered. A stilted moment later, he added, “Damned rat,” and was rewarded with another, more mischievous, smile.
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Posted: 12.20.2005
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