This is the first of many, so be prepared! From now on, there will be a short summary of the chapter up here. (Because the chapter may not be about characters you like, or you may not care for the premise of the chapter, yeah?) Also, since this is just a collection of one-shots, don't expect each chapter to be too terribly long (1000-2000 generally, give or take) but since they are pretty short, you can expect regular updates for as long as I can think of something to write about (I've already got 6-8 chapters in the wings).

Kula x K'

Kula comes down with a fever, and K' takes it upon himself to watch over the girl while she rests. However, the fever has a strange effect on the princess, and she starts to act a little delirious...

Maxima, finished with his short foray to the market, walked through the scrapyard that hid the ex-NESTS fugitives from prying eyes with quaking steps. Normally, he wouldn't be the one to do the shopping around here, but K' had decided to stay and watch over a resting Kula and leave the acquisition of twenty pounds of sherbert ice cream to the cyborg.

The poor princess had come down with a terrible fever yesterday, and in the time she wasn't sleeping, she was downright miserable. Naturally, to someone who hated heat and similar things, a fever had more of an effect on Kula that it would on most anyone else. Maxima was hoping that all this ice cream would at least brighten her up a little bit; despite his aversion to being called Uncle by Kula, he had to admit that he had a certain feeling of protection over the girl while she was in this state. He wasn't really sure if K' felt the same, but hopefully the unsociable man had been a little nicer to his shorter comrade, even if it was just this once.

Nearing the end of his trek through the scrapyard, Maxima came to the door that lead to the underground area he and his two allies currently called home. Normally, one would have trouble opening the large metal doors while carrying two extra large size buckets of ice cream, but Maxima had no lack of strength, especially when the extent of the strength needed was to carry ice cream. He pushed open the rusty iron doors, and began to make his descent into the underground area.

During his descent down an unfortunately long flight of stairs, Maxima once again fretted over how K' and Kula had fared in his absence. He knew both of them were good for fighting, but beyond that, he really only viewed himself as reliable concerning day-to-day matters. He was really just worried that K' had ditched Kula in her room and gone to take a nap somewhere. His calculations involving the current situation and K's nature showed that such a thing had a 71.4% chance of occurring. Thankfully, Maxima had learned long ago that calculations were not to be trusted fully, since there were no absolutes in this world. But even so, that was still a remarkably high percentage... honestly, Maxima would be very disappointed if he found out that K' cared so little for Kula. But he was entertaining an idea he had no knowledge of yet. He'd find out how things had gone when he got to the bottom of these God-forsaken stairs.

Although it felt like longer, Maxima's computerized mind calculated that it only took two minutes and forty-two seconds to reach the bottom of the flight. He kept telling himself that he would fix the service elevator, but he always got distracted... storing that comment elsewhere in his mind for later retrieval, Maxima decided that he should get all of this ice cream to Kula as soon as possible.

Making his way through the vast, abandoned building in the scrapyard, Maxima came to the door to the room Kula claimed as her own in no time. He was about to knock on the door when he heard something that scrambled his logical sensors in many, many ways.

"Ahh! K', it's so hot! So hot inside of me!"

Normally, Maxima would have taken time to logically think this out, but at this very moment, he was a little too stunned to think logically. He practically kicked down the door, and started expressing his disappointment before he even made a visual assessment of the room.

"K', I can't believe you would take advantage of Kula at a time...like...this...oh."

Now bearing witness to the reality of the situation before him, Maxima realized how foolish his assumption was. As if K' would ever do that... Maxima wasn't even sure the man had a sexual drive. Luckily, the only sight before him was K' reclining in one of the trio's salvaged chairs, as he watched a squirming and uncomfortable bedridden Kula through his trademark sunglasses. The poor girl was writhing in discomfort as she experienced her first illness of this type.

K' cast a sideways glance at Maxima. "...If I could see the internet history in that brain of yours, I bet it'd all be deleted. You should stop watching that stuff, Maxima. It's an abuse of power. Or at least that's what that Kim guy would say. Or maybe the psychic sailor brat."

Maxima scowled. "I did not come to that conclusion because of what I watch K'. Even you have to admit Kula's exclamation sounded... suggestive, at the very least."

"Aunty! You look reallly pretty today!"

Maxima cast a glance of confusion at the young girl between himself and K', but the white-haired man seemed completely unfazed by the strange remark. "She's been saying things like that all day. Maybe the fever's frying her brain. Not that there was much to fry anyway..."

"You're lucky she's out of it right now. She just might have turned you into a popsicle. You know how she loves popsicles; which means she would love you mo-"

K' cut him off, but there wasn't a hint of any emotion in it. "Did you get the ice cream or what?"

Maxima rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did. I have no idea how one person could stomach this much sherbert..."

Another cry from Kula cut off the two men. "Ahn! Take it off, take it off! It's hot, take it off!"

Both of the two males were confused for a second. But Kula made the point clear by clawing at her top. Maxima stopped the girl from exposing herself in front of two men by grabbing her arms. "You really can't do that Kula. You can unzip it a bit, but nothing beyond that."

It didn't look like she understood. Maybe this illness was more than a regular fever? Since there was no response, Maxima proceeded to employ his suggestion. K' made sure to avert his eyes, although he did an excellent job of making it look like he was stretching his neck.

Finished stripping Kula as much as he could while preserving her modesty, Maxima turned to K'. "I'll stay here, K'. I'm sure you're sick of watching over her by now. I'll take care of things."

A moment of silence followed, which was already more that Maxima expected K' to give. "...that won't be necessary. I'll stay."

Now this was... surprising. Maxima grinned slyly. "Oh really? I wonder why you would-"

"Don't you have an elevator to fix?"

Maxima decided to silence himself there, despite how much he would like to pester K' about his decision. "Alright then. Just make sure you put a blanket on her when she falls asleep again; although fevers make your body feel hot, in actuality-"

"I know how fevers work, Maxima. Get lost already."

Smiling to himself, Maxima made a quick exit. He made double sure to catalogue this data for future reference.

Back in the room, Kula was already drifting off into a fitful slumber. But not before she struggled through her pain in order to grab K's hand. As soon as she accomplished that, she was out like a light. K' had the strong urge to free himself of Kula's grasp now that she was asleep, but something he couldn't quite recognize kept him from doing so. He followed Maxima's advice and proceeded to cover the young girl with the blanket from her bed, careful not to do anything that might wake her. Finished with that, K' resumed his lounging in the chair beside the bed, although he now grasped Kula's burning hot hand as he did so. Taking in this whole stupid situation, he couldn't help but grumble to himself.

"Hurry up and get better... Kula. I just want to take nap..."

Short and sweet and to the point! That's probably how most of these shorts will be. (Of course, some will be angst and sadness and stuff too, and others will be humorous, but you get the point.)

Anyway, if anyone has an idea for something, let me know! I'll keep writing these as long as I have ideas, but you know, no straight up rated M stuff or anything...