So anyway, this is a thing for the "Story Challenge" for like, family dreamer or something like that. I'm trying the first one, since I have no idea what House is. *sweatdrop* LOOK DUFORT'S DOING THE CARAMELDANSEN! (Just type in Zatch Bell caramelldansen) *SUPER VOLCANIC NOSEBLEED*

Hey, did you guys know I'm going to be drawing...

A FEMININE DUFORT. Yah, he's a girl, with a bow and the girlish attributes. Except boobs. That would be scary on Dufort, technically what I'm drawing is Dufort dressed as a girl, sorta.

Also, I studied different diseases to find out which one Zatch should have, and I settled with one, you should be able to figure it out by chapter two, depending on how many clues I give.

So anyways, this is the story that family dreamer-something-rather wanted!

Disclaimer: I do not own Zatch Bell AT ALL. Purely fan-made, it is.

"Kiyo...?"

The moody teenager looked his mamodo, slightly glaring since the boy had interrupted his program on TV.

"My head hurts. A lot." Zatch whimpered.

Kiyo raised an eyebrow. "Hurt how?"

Zatch twiddled his fingers, debating whether he was going to get yelled at for interrupting. "It feels like my heart is up there and it's pounding, and it feels like my head is being smashed against a wall with every beat.

The student sat up, reached forward and lightly felt Zatch's forehead, it was warm, warmer than normal. Zatch slightly winced at Kiyo's touch, Kiyo blinked, had he been hard on Zatch lately? He recalled the last week, no not really, he told Zatch to leave him alone, but that gave Zatch no reason to be scared.

The blonde child gulped, his eyes trembling. The teenager put his hand on his chin. "You have a slight fever. I have children's medicine in the cabinet." He intoned, patting Zatch head softly, once again the boy trembled at Kiyo's touch, as though frightened.

Kiyo frowned at that, and walked into the kitchen, he opened up a light brown cabinet and took out a bright reddish pink liquid in a bottle. He carefully opened the bottle, not to spill its sticky contents onto the floor. Zatch was watching Kiyo like a hawk, his eyes darting around the room fearfully.

The teenager took a very small plastic cup and precisely filled the cup almost to the brim. "Here, drink this." Kiyo told Zatch, he knelt down and held the cup out to Zatch.

The blond child blinked, and gulped. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, reached for the cup, and snatched it away from Kiyo's hand once his little fingers made contact. But as soon as the cup was in the boy's possession, he seemed not to know what do with it.

Kiyo chuckled. "Just drink it, Zatch. It tastes good." He gave a sympathetic smile to the boy.

Zatch's eyes flitted around the room, and he looked at Kiyo once, and slowly brought the cup to his lips and swallowed the small amount of liquid.

The teenager took the cup from Zatch and stood up, walking over to the sink and washing out the contents of the cup. He looked at Zatch again, who was looking around the room, he was terrified, the poor thing. Kiyo turned off the water, and stepped up to Zatch. "Hey, buddy. You okay?"

Zatch looked at Kiyo and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, Kiyo. My head still hurts though."

Kiyo nodded. "Okay, the medicine will kick in soon." He told the boy.

The lightning blonde blinked and swallowed. He gave a small smile.

The teenager smiled back. "Let's go to sleep. It's getting late."

The next morning, a teenager was awoken aruptly when the brightness of the day seeped through the window and scorched the teenagers cheeks. The teenager opened his eyes wearily, and saw that the sun was trying to break through the clouds. A cloudy overcast day.

The next thing he noticed was Zatch. Oh goodness.

The boy was backed into the corner of the room, trembling and his eyes fixed on something in front of him, his eye twitched several times, and he looked as though Zofis had a second form that scared the living daylights out of him.

Kiyo shot out of bed, letting the covers fly. "Hey, Zatch!" He called. However, the boy didn't notice him, let alone respond. Soon he began to tremble so much he was vibrating at the invisible creature in front of him. He continued to twitch,tears beginning to form at the ends of his eyes.

"Zatch!" He yelled, gripping the boy's shoulders and gave a sharp shake.

Well, let's put it everything went to chaos there.

Zatch, he flipped out. And Kiyo means flip. Out.

He sharply yelped as though Kiyo's touch hurt him, and tried to back farther into the wall. He shrieked loudly and slapped Kiyo's hand away. "Go! Go away!" He yelled, beginning to cry.

Before Kiyo had time to react, Zatch quickly stood up and tackled at Kiyo, and sat on his stomach, beginning to send punches to the poor teenager's face.

"Kiyo? Zatch? Are you okay?" Hana Takamine cracked open the boy's door and peeked in. The woman cried out when she saw Zatch beating Kiyo to a pulp. "Zatch! Hey! Stop that!" She cried, quickly running in and grabbing the boy's arms. "Hey! Stop that!" She picked Zatch up and held the boy to her chest. Soon, the rapid jabs to Hana's chest ceased to his fast tightly grabbing her shirt and he began to cry into it.

Kiyo slowly stood up, his nose bleeding and one of his eyes forming a black eye. "Whoa, what happened?" He asked.

Hana looked at Kiyo. "That's the question that's in my head. What happened?" She looked at Kiyo worriedly. "He's trembling, the poor thing."

Kiyo sighed. "I woke up, and saw him trembling in the corner, as though he saw something that scared him, then I walked over there and tried to snap him out of it, then he just... snapped." Kiyo rubbed the back of his head.

Mrs. Takamine pursed her lips, thinking. "Maybe I should take him to the doctor... I'll schedule an appointment right away." She intoned. Hana softly put the boy on Kiyo's bed in a sitting position. "Don't worry, Zatch. You'll be fine." She reassuringly patted the boy's head and walked out of the room.

Zatch looked at insane and terrified as ever.