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Summary: A member of team Urameshi wakes up with symptoms of a cold. He thinks it the worst thing that could happen to him. Yet, this little cold compares to nothing to what he finds out later that night. HieixKuramaxYusuke, shonen-ai, contains offensive language.

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'oOo' means it has changed to another person's point-of-view.

"My head is pounding," I thought dimly. "My body feels like ice, while my head feels like fire," I added to my assumption. "Why do I feel like fucking shit? Damn," I swore. Sighing in defeat, I put my head under my thick comforter. "I guess training is a no?" the Jagan taunted lightly. "Shut it," I murmured, and prodded the lid of my Jagan lightly.

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The clock chimed six. "Six AM," I thought. "Hiei's usually up by now. Probably, wiping his sword clean," I grimly thought. Minutes past, and all the while my body grey tenser with worry. It came to the point where a lock of my hair began to fade to a silvery grey when- "Kurama," a fatigued voice whispered. "Hiei?" I turned around to face him. Instead, I saw a miserable demon.

Hiei's eyes were lifeless; the red held no energy, only colour. His forehead was beaded with sweat, while his nose and cheeks were slightly flushed. His breath came out of his parted lips, in short, shallow, gasps. Dark circles lined underneath his eyes, like smudged charcoal. "Hiei," I could only whisper. "Kur-kurama," he rasped. "Hiei?" I asked concerned. "K-k-kurama," he coughed. "HIEI!" I yelled as he swayed. His shoulders slumped, and he fell against the wall, unconscious.

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My head was still pounded. That still had not changed. But, the intense heat had faded. Now, I was shivering uncontrollably under my thick comforter. "How'd I get here?" I asked the Jagan with an edge in my voice. "You were carried," the Jagan smirked. I hated when the Jagan was so vague. My finger pressed into it, created some wavering in my vision. "Fine," the Jagan growled. "Kurama carried you on his back, and tucked in nice and snug," the Jagan teased. A retort was in my throat. I began uttering it, when I suddenly began coughing continuously. Unknown to me, the door to my room opened and closed. Managing to catch my breath, I looked up, and saw beautiful, emerald, eyes peering into mine. "You ok, Hiei?" "Um, yes. Yes I am," I managed as I stared at Kurama's, long, flowing, hair. "Focus, Hiei. Focus" the Jagan chanted. "Shut up," I thought, poking the Jagan's iris.

I know that the Jagan cannot smirk, but sometimes when people talk with a smirk on there face, you can hear the "smirk" if that makes sense.

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I laughed freely at the actions of the sick, little, Jaganshi. I knew it irritated him when I stared, but he looked so... "Focus Kurama, focus.," I reminded myself. "Yes Kurama, focus. Focus on his chiselled chest. Focus on his fiery eyes. Focus. Focus. Focus." "Shut up Youko," I grounded my teeth. "Yes, I'll shut up. So you can focus. Focus. Focus. Focus." "K-k-kurama," Hiei coughed suddenly. "Yes?" I tried to focus. "You don't have to ch-ch-check up on me," he hacked. Still, I walked forward and ruffled his hair. "I-I-I just need sleep," he protested with a yawn. "Just lie, down. You have a cold," I said like a parent. "A cold? But, only humans get-"

Slowly, I pressed my index finger against the tip of his pale nose. "You had a fever. You had chills. And, you have a cold," I said seriously. "But-" "No," I lightly said, tucking him in. "Just sleep. I'll wake you later," I smiled. "Hnnn..." he sighed. Then, a heavy snore came from his lips, "FWNNN," it went. It sounded like when Kuwabara was drunk. "Heh. I knew you were exhausted," I said with a giggle. Another "FWNNN", came. But, it was deeper this time, and was growing in volume. I slowly shifted away out the door, closed the door, and walked out into the hallway.

"Hey Kurama. That took longer than expected. Did you... you know..." Yusuke edged on. "NO." I quickly regretted my reply, and I bit my tongue. A blush crept up my cheek as I saw Yusuke grin. His trade-mark grin when he found things he wasn't suppose to find. "I was only asking if you asked Hiei if he was feeling all right," he replied innocently. "Yeah Kurama. He was only asking. But you thought... heh. Your minds always in that space eh?" Kuwabara chuckled. "N-n-no." The same reply could sound so different, without confidence.

Woah. This ending resembles the Grand Canyon xD

I'm sorry, I've wanted to say that. Sorry, for the really horrible cliff hanger! I'll update soon though! Probably in the next few days :D