A/N: No one's reviewing my fics lately. Sigh. I wonder why. XD
Anyway, I had read this fic about sentences. And one of them suddenly urged me to write this.
The fic's entitled 1 sentence by Winterwing3000.
Please do review this, I'm deprived. :3
Additional A/N: Kay, I didn't notice that I hadn't changed the previous title. My bad. :P Let's just pretend that nothing happened, if you have read this, that is.
Warnings: Written in, like, few minutes. Watch out for grammatical errors, OOCness. You know. the usual. :P
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT.
Soup
by Zero-onE001
Sakuno balanced a tray in her hands as she padded toward the living room, where one can find a certain Echizen Ryoma who was sprawled on their couch, crawled into a ball with several layers of a blanket cocooning him. She sighed as her gaze lingered to the freshman, who had suddenly emerged on her doorstep, slightly damp, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half-lidded.
He fainted then and there.
Of course she had panicked at first- well, who wouldn't, if you see someone fainting right in front of your very eyes- but then decided to take the Prince inside. When she had touched him, that's when she knew that he was burning with fever.
And that brought her to her current situation.
She let a sigh escape her lips as she placed the tray on a table near the couch. She then proceeded to poke the sick prodigy. "Ryoma-kun..." she voiced out rather softly.
Poke.
Poke.
When the braided brunette got no response, she started to shake his shoulders; gently at first, but she harshly then did it after a few minutes that Ryoma still showed no signs of stirring.
Thankfully, before Sakuno drifted into more desperate attempt of waking the Prince up, the latter grunted a response.
"Ryoma-kun..." she mouthed once more, absently staring at Ryoma's face that was messily framed by his emerald tresses. "I made a soup."
"Hn," was all she got as a response as the lad flipped on his stomach, clutching the blanket tightly around him.
"But you need to..." she said, exasperated. Why did he go in her house, anyway?
"Yadda," Ryoma said rather childishly, his voice muffled by the pillow on his face.
The braided brunette just wanted to rip her pigtails out. "Ryoma-kun!" she said as a sigh, watching as the freshman prodigy dozed off once more. She heaved a deep breath, wetting her lips for her next outburst. "Who told you to train when there's a snow outside, anyway?" she said with a hint of irritation in her voice that surprised even herself.
Fortunately, as unusual as it was, she got the Prince to look at her rather blankly for a moment, as though she were an alien. And then he let out a scowl that so looked like a pout at his fevered state. Sakuno thought that it was the best moment to shove a spoonful of soup down Ryoma's throat as she placed one in front of his face.
He complied, nevertheless.
A/N: Hm. The title's got no appeal to me. :P
Anyway, what do you think?*bats eyelashes*
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