A/N: Hello! So anyways... I am a total Yullen addict so the idea of Yullen Week appealed to me. I want to celebrate my fav pairing so here it is! This is my take on the first prompt: Seasonal. I have to admit, they're harder to do than they look. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own D. gray man nor the idea for Yullen week. All credit goes to Hoshino-sensei and celestial moonshine.
Happy Yullen Week!
Thurs, December 18th: Seasonal
Warning: Slight OOC because Kanda is sick. You have been warned.
Kanda was not sick. He simply did not get sick and he refused to admit he was. After all, his lotus curse covered injuries and he was fairly sure that it also covered illness.
When he had gotten out of bed today though, his head automatically started to pound horribly and when he touched his skin, he realized that he was warmer than usual. His legs also felt unsteady under him and his precious sword felt heavier than normal. Nevertheless, he went about his usual schedule and continued with his strict training regime.
This meant training at 5:00 in the morning when it was freezing cold and damp. But Kanda was strong and had self-discipline. No measly cold was going to get to him.
Despite all the tough bravado he put up, the wind felt much colder than usual and his moves were much more sluggish and lethargic. As a result, he pushed his weakened body even harder, determined to get through his training flawlessly. By the time the swordsman was finished, sweat dripped down his body and he felt ready to drop dead.
It was already 8:00 A.M. whereas he usually finished at 7:00 A.M. His stomach rumbled in protest but the prospect of food made the back of his throat thick.
He slipped on his exorcist coat, glad to have the small bit of warmth it provided and walked toward the dining hall. Twice, he realized that he was walking down the wrong corridor and three times, he bumped into a wall or a pillar. By the time he got to the dining hall, he was beyond pissed.
"Soba and green tea," he ordered angrily, black aura flaring around him and making anyone within five feet back away. When he picked up the tray, his hands shook and the soba did not look as appetizing as usual. But he was not going to break. Not now. Not ever.
"Oh, Kanda?" Jerry asked worriedly. "Are you okay? You seem under the weather."
The Japanese swordsman ignored the gay chef and moved towards his table. His vision blurred the scenery in front of him and he moved unsteadily on his feet. Things rolled downhill from there.
His soba did not seem to want to settle in his stomach and his tea did not help. In fact, he felt worse than before. He put his hand over his mouth, trying to force back the bile rising in the back of his throat. He was Kanda Yu, damn it! He had more pride than this and he refused to look weak in front of the Order.
Quickly, the longhaired teen walked out of the dining hall. Unknowingly, two pairs of eyes (or rather three eyes) were following his movements throughout the whole scenario.
"Is there something wrong with Yuu-chan today?" Lavi inquired when he witnessed the raven-haired man walk drunkenly to his lone table.
Allen shrugged and continued shoving piles of food into his mouth. It was odd though. Kanda was usually done with eating breakfast before Lavi or Allen got to the dining hall. No one seemed to notice though besides them. Or they did notice and didn't dare ask.
"Do you think he has a hangover?" Allen asked innocently, with slight curiosity. Lavi burst out laughing all of a sudden, attracting many stares and a confused look from the young teen.
"Yu-chan never drinks," Lavi proclaimed as if it was a well-known fact.
"Okay... then maybe he's sick?" he guessed again, making Lavi let out another round of laughter. When the man stopped, he patted Allen on the head he was like a naive child.
"Yu-chan never gets sick," the future bookman stated again. The boy frowned at this.
"That's not possible," The white-haired teen argued. "Everyone gets sick once in a while!"
"Then you obviously don't know him," the redhead shrugged. "It's like he's immune or something. He hasn't gotten sick since he was a little kid."
Allen took this all in. That wasn't possible in his frame of mind and judging by the man's symptoms, there was no other explanation.
"Still, I'm going to check on him just in case," he got up from his seat without waiting for Lavi's input and chased after the older exorcist.
It didn't take very long since the man was moving much slower than usual.
"Kanda!" the cursed exorcist caught up to the taller teen. "Is there anything wrong? You seem to be acting funny today." His large grey eyes blinked questioningly.
The samurai turned around to tell the boy to leave him alone but at once, his head throbbed painfully and before he knew it, his vision swam in front of him and his mind decided to shut off. Kanda blacked out, falling on top of Allen who stuttered and flailed around, panicking. The younger boy's back landed on the floor and he let out a groan of pain. He was going to get a bruise tomorrow. He just knew it...
"K-Kanda!" Allen turned red, but stopped squirming when he touched the man's cheek. "You're burning up!" Not that the older teen had heard him...
Allen needed to do something and fast before Kanda's sickness elevated. The white-haired boy wiggled himself from under the taller male and pulled Kanda's limp form over his shoulder.
"Damn!" Allen gasped when the teen's full weight was on his shoulder. He was heavier than Allen first thought and it was going to be hell to drag him to his room.
Kanda opened his eyes and groaned. The light hurt his eyes and his screwed them shut again. This was definitely not his room. His room was never this bright nor this white.
"Kanda!" a voice rang annoyingly in his muddled brain, making him pull the covers over his head. Which also made him realize that he was not wearing a shirt. He was pretty sure he had his exorcist uniform on when he left his room...
"Go away," he murmured groggily when the blankets were yanked off of his head. He grinned and turned to his side, burying himself deeper into the warm pillow. Vaguely, he heard a snort of laughter behind him.
"Get up, Bakanda," the small voice alerted him again in an almost caring tone. He cursed under his breath. Of all the rooms in the Dark Order, it had to be his.
"Get the hell away, moyashi," he growled, glaring at the white-haired child who seemed unfazed. Allen was busy with a bowl of something that smelled pleasant to him and steamed nicely. His stomach made a gurgling noise to his embarrassment but he ignored it when something other than food was shoved into his mouth.
"I'm taking your temperature," Allen explained shortly when Kanda continued to glared venomously at him. An insult burned on his tongue but was silence with a look from those piercing silver eyes. After a few moments the thermometer was taken out and scrutinized. Grey eyes widened perceptibly and Kanda narrowed his eyes, challenging the boy.
"Why the hell were you training?" the petite boy scolded gently.
"Che. That's none of your fucking business," Kanda snapped, his head feeling funny and light. "I can train if I want to."
"Not with a fever over 100.5°!" Allen countered before bringing the tray over to the sick exorcist. The cursed teen set it down on a nightstand and spoke to him softly. "You have to sit up."
Kanda rolled his eyes. He couldn't move his body let alone his arms at the moment but Allen seemed to realize this.
Cool hands went to his shoulders and gently nudged him up. Kanda was too weak to refuse and did not protest when he was propped up.
"It's chicken noodle soup," Allen handed him the bowl and spoon. "It's not soba but it'll be easier to digest and you'll feel better."
Kanda made no comment but did as the smaller teen commanded. Surprisingly, the soup went down his stomach agreeably and he felt warm all over. Under Allen's watchful eye, he finished the bowl and downed the medicine with some water.
There was companionable silence between the two as Allen helped him back under the covers and went into the adjacent bathroom to bring out a basin full of cold water and a towel. At this, Kanda had to complain. He was not going to be treated like some child to be watched over by his mother.
"Get the fuck away from me, Moyashi!" Kanda croaked, swatting weakly at Allen who rolled his eyes.
"You're sick with the flu, Bakanda," Allen spoke patiently. "It's seasonal like pollen allergies so of course you would get it with all the sick people around here lately. And you train out in the forest at 5 in the frickin' morning! It's no wonder why you also have a fever."
The cursed teen put a new cool towel on the stubborn man's forehead and brushed away strands of his hair gently. Kanda blushed but he blamed it on the flu doing weird things to his mind. The swordsman felt him drifting into sleep but he needed to ask one question before that.
"Why are you helping me?" Kanda whispered. Allen turned a bright shade of red, or was his imagination again?
"Despite you being such a bastard to me, I do care about you," he retorted, smoothing out the covers absentmindedly. "And you fainted on me. I wasn't going to leave you in the hallway nor was I going to surrender you to Komui's laboratory or the medical ward. God knows how scary that man and the Head Nurse can be." Allen let out an involuntary shiver and ran his fingers over his innocence.
Kanda turned red. "Che. I don't need your care, stupid."
"You tell yourself that," Allen countered, "But I helped you because I wanted to. Now please accept that."
"Like hell I will!" Kanda yelled hoarsely and winced, coughing. Allen moved to draw up the blankets but the other teen waved him away.
"You have to sleep, Kanda if you want to get better," Allen chided in a small voice.
"I will if you sleep next to me," Kanda replied childishly and against his better judgment. If anything, he would blame his sickness later and the anger he was feeling right now. The small child blushed to the roots of his hair and opened his mouth to complain. The words died on his tongue though when he saw the raw emotion in those dark blue orbs.
He sighed, giving in to the older man's demands. "Fine." Allen removed his boots and slipped off his exorcist coat. He pulled the red ribbon around his throat off and stopped, realizing that Kanda was watching him intently. The young teen hesitated but removed his vest.
Allen slid in next to Kanda, shivering when he touched the man's flushed skin. He moved as far away as he possibly could without falling off the bed and glared pointedly at the swordsman.
"There," he replied. "Will you sleep now?"
"No," the samurai took Allen's waist and pulled him nearer until they were so close that Allen could feel Kanda's heated breath on his forehead.
"K-Kanda," Allen stuttered, turning a few shades darker. "W-What are you doing?"
"Hush, moyashi," Kanda soothed the nervous boy. His lips went to the pale skin of the boy's forehead and he placed a tender kiss upon it. Allen jumped and gasped when he felt warm lips descend upon his skin and he unconsciously leaned toward Kanda, seeking more warmth that the swordsman was only happy to provide.
Kanda peppered light fluttery kisses onto Allen's cheeks, nose, forehead, and any other available skin on the boy's face. Except his pink lips. That he saved for last. By now, Allen had his eyes closed lightly, smiling serenely as he was kissed so lovingly.
Something warm pressed against his lips and his eyes shot open in surprise before closing softly and kissing the man back. Kanda smelled of the forest, a nice soap and pine smell that contradicted the heat that radiated off the man's skin. The kiss grew more passionate as Kanda asked for entrance which Allen complied easily. There was a lazy battle for dominance that Allen allowed Kanda to win and they tasted each other with slow, roving strokes, memorizing the contours of the other's mouth.
Both men parted and breathed harshly, smiling at each other.
"Now I'm going to be sick," Allen sighed, though his skin felt warm from the very stimulating kiss. But Kanda was already fast asleep with a small content smile and a peaceful look upon his face.
"I love you, moyashi," Kanda whispered in his slumber, tightening his grip on the smaller boy's waist.
"Bakanda," Allen whispered back, snuggling into the embrace. "I love you too."
A/N: So Allen played nurse for a sick Kanda and received service for it! Who doesn't like to imagine an adorable uke dressing up in a nurse outfit for his seme? Ahahaha... and now I probably left you guys with a horrible (or good) mental image. Please read and review!
Happy Yullen Week!