Kyoya leaned back in bed, he felt exhausted and drained.
"Damn idiot." He cursed Tamaki who had passed on his stomach flu.
Kyoya sighed heavily as his stomach pain worsened and the nausea returned. His body temperature changed rapidly from hot to cold, adding to his discomfort. Kyoya closed his eyes and tried to rest but found it to be a difficult task.
The hosts would have to get along without him for the day and he didn't want to think about what kind of mess Tamaki would get them fully expected to receive a panicked phone call from the club president asking for help. He reached over to his night stand and grabbed the bottle of water, he sipped the cool liquid slowly.
Kyoya glanced at the clock, the club would be open by now, he could expect that call anytime now. He could feel his fever spiking as he hurried to the bathroom, once there, he emptied his stomach of what little remained inside. He groaned pressing a hand to his abdomen.
He managed to get up and brush the taste from his mouth before collapsing on his bed, weakened and feeling even more miserable. Again he lay still with his eyes closed. His cell phone interrupted his rest. With a sigh, he picked it up and answered.
"What is it Tamaki?" He asked hoping the conversation would be kept short.
"I just wanted to see how you're feeling, you usually come to school when you don't feel well."
"I'll be fine, I just need some rest. I'll be out again tomorrow as well." This seems to worry Tamaki.
"You're that sick?" He asked his concern was audible. Another wave of nausea forced the shadow king to hang up without a word and make his way back to the bathroom. Once he was done, he leaned against the cool wall, he felt weak and even more exhausted.
The room was spinning now, when he finally gained the strength to pull himself up, he made his way back to bed where he reached for the bottle of water and pressed it against his head, one hand resting on his stomach. He hated feeling weak. His eyes were starting to close now and he hoped he could rest peacefully.
"Kyoya?" The familiar voice called worriedly. He opened his eyes to see Tamaki, the concern was visible on his face.
"What are you doing here,shouldn't you be at the club?" Tamaki sat down at his bedside.
"I had to make sure you were okay. It's not like you to just hang up like that. I'm happy to see you're conscious, the way you hung up, I thought maybe you fainted or something"
"As you can see, I'm-"
"Don't say you're fine Kyoya, you aren't feeling well, that's not what I would call fine. No one's here with you?"
"I'm not a child."
"I didn't say you were, it's just that you look like you're having a hard time with this. I'll get some water for your fever,lie still." Tamaki didn't give Kyoya time to argue.
Kyoya could feel himself beginning to drift, but was brought back to reality when he felt a cool sensation on his forehead.
"You don't have to do this, I can take care of myself. It's not your responsibility to tend to me."
"I know you can look after yourself, and others. You're my best friend Kyoya, I want to help you." Tamaki said quietly.
The dark haired teen felt Tamaki stroke his hair comfortingly. He found that he enjoyed it.
"Hey Kyoya?"
"What?"
"We've been friends for a while haven't we?"
"I suppose so. Why bring it up?"Tamaki hesitated.
"It's really strange to see you like this." Tamaki sighed. "That's not exactly what I wanted to say, I'm sorry." He said embarrassed by his words.
"I suppose I could understand your point of view, you're used to seeing me organizing things and going over funds. No need to apologize."
"Can I tell you something without it damaging our friendship?" Kyoya shifted uncomfortably in bed.
"What's wrong?" Tamaki's blue eyes were fixed on his friend.
"Nothing."
"Come on Kyoya, you can tell me."
"It's nothing that you have to be concerned about." As the pain starting to get to him, he instinctively placed his hand on his stomach. Tamaki smiled sadly.
"So that's it, your stomach should have said something." The blonde boy gently slipped his hand into the ill boy's thin belly and rubbed it softly. Kyoya visibly relaxed against his pillow. The heat from Tamaki's hand was easing his pain.
"My mother used to do this for me when I was little,She could've used a heating pad but she always said that love was the best way to make someone feel better, by using her hand, she was showing me that she loved me and it really helps. Now that I'm not able to be with her, when I'm not feeling well,I notice a difference." Tamaki explained continuing.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"I'll tell you in a minute, first I need you to promise me it won't affect our friendship, if I lost you Kyoya, I don't know what I'd do."
"Just say it."
"I love you Kyoya, very much.I have for a long time now, that's why I was so worried. You're important to me." Kyoya smiled in spite of himself, he knew about his friends feelings,he wanted to see how long it would be before Tamaki confessed. He took Tamaki's free hand and gave it a small squeeze.
"It took you long enough, I love you too Tamaki."
Tamaki leaned close to Kyoya so that their faces were inches away from each other.
"Don't, I'm -"
"Your sick, I know, but I'm not afraid of it." Tamaki pressed his lips to Kyoya's lightly.
"I'm willing to take the risk. Don't worry mommy, Daddy's here now and I'm going to take care of you."
