A/N: My first yaoi fanfiction… wow… so, um, be nice and review? Please? Tell me how I did. Oh yeah, and also, this is a chapter fic. This will go a lot better than my past chapter fics, because I already have the second chapter half written (this was originally intended to be a oneshot, but I thought it would work better as a chapter fic). It'll probably be up by tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I own neither Sasagawa Ryohei nor Hibari Kyouya. I wish I did. But I don't. I really wish I owned Ken and Chikusa, but… -sighs- I do own the Kokuyo High School uniform… and a keychain of Mukuro and gang… but not the characters themselves. –sighs deeply-
Summary: There are three things Hibari Kyouya hates in this world: rain, colds, and Sasagawa Ryohei. So how in the hell did he end up in the rain with a bad cold being carried by Sasagawa Ryohei?! Both boys find, though, that neither one of them can worry about that right now as Hibari's cold just keeps getting from bad to worse. RyoheiHibari (you read that correctly), mild yaoi in later chapters.
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Carried Away
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When Hibari Kyouya woke up that morning, he practically toppled out of his bed from a sudden rush of dizziness when he went to get changed. Taking this as a bad sign, he glanced in the mirror and almost winced. His hair was matted to his forehead, he had bags under his eyes, and his face was flushed as though he'd just run four miles in a hundred and two degree weather.
The ironic thing was that when he went to go take his temperature, it wasa hundred and three.
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"Hibari?"
Oh God. Not that guy. Anyone but that guy. He really didn't feel up to threatening and/or incapacitating that guy. Not that he wouldn't; he just amazingly didn't feel like it.
He felt that way for a majority of reasons, the main one being that he'd thought—no doubt slightly delirious from that high of a fever—a walk might do him some good. Never one to watch the news, Hibari had sort of just stridden out of his house without so much as glancing at the weather report.
Or the sky.
So he found himself roughly ten minutes later, with his clothes soaked clear through and his hair plastered to his face, swearing green and blue under his breath as he started to walk home.
Ten minutes away from his house, with no umbrella, no coat, no nothing.
Oh yeah. He was pissed.
Hibari shook his head, trying to get the water out of his eyes. This proved a mistake, however, when he was suddenly overcome with a strong sense of vertigo, a feeling he'd never felt before in his life.He tried to steady himself and in an almost comedic fashion lost his balance and fell backwards onto the soaked pavement.
Thankfully there hadn't been a puddle, or he'd've committed a mass homicide.
It'd been when he was trying to gather his bearings that a coarse and freaking loud voice suddenly spoke his name out loud.
"Oi, Hibari!" Sasagawa Ryohei said brightly, gazing down at the prefect. "What're you doing down there? "
Sitting, you ass.
Instead of saying that straight out, Hibari instead turned away from Ryohei and said, "None of your business."
Trying in vain to get himself back up (as well as restore his dignity), Hibari got as far as crouching on his knees when another wave of nausea rolled over him and he nearly fell over again.
He almost sighed. There was no way he'd ever be able to get back up without falling over and cracking his skull. Not something he'd care to experience.
"Oi." He echoed Ryohei. "Help me up."
Ryohei looked at him curiously. "What's wrong, Hibari? You can't get up?"
No shit.
"Just help me up," he hissed. "Then I'll be on my way home."
"Are you sick?"
"Just help me up," he repeated.
Ryohei stood for a moment, looking down at Hibari, then grinned so suddenly and so crazily that Hibari, in his current state, could only blink.
"Alright then. This'll be a warm-up to the extreme!"
And with that, he reached down and hoisted Hibari up and onto his back as though he were a bean bag, securing his hands tightly around his neck and hooking his elbows under Hibari's knees.
"OI. I said help me up, not carry me."
Ryohei ignored him completely.
Swearing to the lords above that if anyone ever saw this and misinterpreted the flush across his face, Hibari'd personally hunt down not only Sasagawa, but that person as well.
Not that he didn't try.
"Let go of me. Right. Now," he growled in Ryohei's ear, wiggling a bit. "I swear I will bite you to death." He tried to sound more menacing, but his mind was just a little on the foggy side and it sounded actually almost pathetic, even to him. Ryohei laughed. "Wow, Hibari, I've never seen you like this before!"
Hibari was extremely compelled to tell Ryohei to kindly shut the fuck up, but it wasn't his usual style. He'd leave that to Gokudera.
Must've been his fever that was making him think like that…
"Namimori is close," mused Ryohei thoughtfully. "Although my house is probably closer… you could come over and rest for a while Hibari!" he shouted, sounding gleeful at the prospect of Hibari being well enough for a fight.
Hibari was tempted to snort derisively—as if the stupid herbivore would ever stand a chance against him—but he felt slightly off as Ryohei took off at a rather speedy run for someone who had a teenager slung across his back. The jolting did not do well for his sudden headache, nor did the idiot's voice chattering on aimlessly.
After a moment or two, Hibari's curiosity got the better of him, and he leaned in slightly. "What were you doing out in the rain, anyways?" he asked. They kept at a steady pace, and for a moment Ryohei didn't answer, when he finally did, it was short.
"Felt like coming outside."
Hibari sounded skeptical. "In the rain?"
Ryohei laughed. "You were outside too."
True.
Hibari felt the hands tighten on his knees as they rounded a corner at a speed that defied Ryohei's slight bulk. Of course, the bulk was hidden under the hoodie he was wearing. Come to think of it, Hibari never recalled having seen Ryohei fight in a boxing match before. Maybe that was why he was so stunned as to how Ryohei was able to lift him as easily as a rag doll.
Why was he thinking this?
"So what were you doing out in the rain?" Ryohei countered as they took another corner. Hibari contemplated that for a moment. "Felt like it," he finally answered.
Ryohei sounded indignant. "But you're sick!"
Hibari bristled. "Am not."
"You are too."
Hibari just gave up, not something he ever did. Suddenly he just felt very tired. He closed his eyes and rested his head for a moment against Ryohei's shoulder. Had he been a bit more clear-headed he would've wondered why he just did that….
"You feeling okay, Hibari?"
Maybe it was just his imagination, but suddenly, Ryohei's voice seemed to be a lot father away.
That's stupid. He's right here.
"Oi, Hibari?"
Right… here…
"Hibari!"
The world suddenly got a lot darker.
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When coherent thoughts were able to be formed once more, out of all the thoughts he could've had, the first one was the register that there was something cold and wet across his forehead and that the idiot was humming.
Irritatingly enough, he found that he liked the sound.
Opening his eyes slowly, a dazzling light suddenly shown onto his tired eyes and he groaned, reacting to the light.
"Awake?"
He turned his head and found Ryohei sitting next to him in a chair, grinning at him. Hibari looked around and saw a few posters lining the walls; they all said "Extreme!" That, of course only meant one thing, once he realized he was in a bed. He was in Ryohei's bed.
…It was amazingly comfortable.
"Dare I even ask why I'm here?" he muttered, pulling the wet cloth off his forehead and regretting it instantly when his whole face suddenly felt like it was on fire. It was then that he realized that he wasn't wearing his usual Namimori uniform. Nope. He was wearing a huge, oversized sweater and sweatpants. The sleeves of the sweatshirt went well past his hands. But more importantly, these clothes were unfamiliar…
They were not his.
"Sasagawa…" he said, extremely slowly. Ryohei grinned at him.
"Yeah?"
"…what am I wearing?"
Ryohei grinned sheepishly and said, "Well, you were really, really wet, and your fever was high to the extreme, so I had to get you out of those clothes…"
Hibari closed his eyes. If he was not wearing his own underwear…
Well. The Sasagawa family would have one less kid to deal with.
"…and I didn't really have anything else, because Kyoko was doing the laundry and… oi, Hibari?"
Hibari opened his eyes again and found Ryohei regarding him worriedly. When their eyes made contact, however, he visibly relaxed, leaving Hibari wondering what the hell that was about. "What?" he said aggravated. Ryohei grinned in a way that was remarkably reminiscent of Yamamoto Takeshi.
"Nothing, you just look a bit hot. You should put the cloth back on your forehead."
Hibari narrowed his eyes. "Why do you care?"
Ryohei shrugged his shoulders. "You seem like the kind of guy who gets sick too easily." He grinned again, his face clearly saying "and forcing other people to take care of you."
"And you're the kind of guy who gets carried away too easily!" Hibari snarled in return, losing his temper for a moment.
Ryohei actually laughed. "Nah, you were the one who got carried away this time."
The look Ryohei received from Hibari Kyouya at that moment would've melted glaciers.
"Shut up."
"Maybe, but seriously, Hibari. You should really get some rest…"
Hibari chucked the towel at Ryohei's face, and it landed with a satisfyingly wet noise right into the boxer's eyes. He then swung his legs off the bed and made to stand up. "I'll just take my clothes and be on my way," he said, pushing up with his hands. He didn't need to add that once he got to his house he was going to burn Ryohei's clothes and pitch the ashes off a cliff once he got around to doing it.
He never got the chance, however. When he tried to take a step, he was so overcome with nausea that his entire mind went completely black. Vaguely, he registered that he was falling. A moment later, however, he noticed that he didn't land on the floor. A pair of callused, firm hands wrapped themselves around his waist and caught him before he hit the ground. Dazedly, Hibari blinked, trying to restore his vision. He heard someone chuckle above him as he was abruptly hoisted back onto the bed.
"You're not going anywhere," Ryohei said good-naturedly, holding onto the wet towel. "You can barely walk!"
Hibari scowled at the reality of the statement. He could barely sit up without feeling sick, let alone make it back to his house. He contemplated for a moment.
"Two hours," he said finally. "And then, regardless of weather or not I can walk, I will be going home, and you will let me." There was no question behind his statement. Hibari meant what he said.
Ryohei grinned.
"You're on."
Hibari, sinking back onto the pillow, never recalled stating it as a contest. He closed his suddenly tired eyes.
As he drifted off into sleep, he noticed drearily that the cold wetness had returned to his forehead.
And the stupid idiot was humming again.
