A/N: I got the idea for this fic at 6:20 in the morning before my bio regents. My bus is here…shit… well anyways hope you enjoy. OK now I can finish what I was saying this morning. I got this idea at 6:20 in the morning the day of Bio regents. I went to pour a cup of orange juice when I saw the cough strips on my counter and then I thought….'what if rock lee got a cold?' So I spawned this. I hope you like it RXR!

Title: A Cold Day in Hell
Chapter One: Not My Morning

On the edge of the village was a house, in that house lived a shinobi, in this shinobi's house was room, in that room was a bed, and on that bed was the Shinobi snuggled up in a giant mass of green blankets, sheets and pillows. A mutter escaped the sleeping green giant of Konoha as it rolled off of the bed leaving behind its trail of pillows, much like a slug and its trail of slime, making it way down the hallway.

This particular blob was not feeling as bouncy as he usually did, this particular blob was indeed sick, though he did not know it yet. As the blanket mass made its way into the kitchen it opened a rounded eye catching a glance at the microwave clock which now read 6:30 am. Its other eye was still trying to sleep.

It moved in silence save the scratching noise from its woven skin against the tile floor, as it gilded over to the cereal cabinet, and at that moment a let out a terrifying sound. Like some sort of mating call, though this would not be how this particular blob would attract itself a nice female blob.

"A-A-ACHOOOOOOOO!"

A yes a cold. Simply diagnosed and treated. Sadly the blob knew not of this 'cold' and so blinked in confusion both eye now open, and full of confusion. Its nose felt tingly, which was not to its preference and so it reached a clothed claw to its hidden face and gave a scratch, hoping to stop this tingle. Its eyes squinted in frustration and then watered as another-

"ACHOOOOOOOOOO!" it grumbled something in its own language now sliding its trail of pillows over to the opposite counter rummaging through the cabinets for some sort of medical cure…some sort of….aha.

Cough syrup? No that wouldn't do the blob had made a sneeze, not a cough that much it knew, although its mind was still on its warm and quiet sleeping cove at the other end of the house, and still not quite up to speed.

"Cov medicine…" Came a sniffle as it rummaged some more. Its paw wrapped around the box as it pulled it out its large eyes scanned over the back. 'Cold be gone. May cause drossiness…' No drowsy would not do. Not today at least. The blanket monster made a sort coughing sound and then continued for its body would not listen to the now more accelerated mind which currently was telling it to stop.

It was back to the cough medicine….but not the syrup….something….more convenient. Something it could shove into one of its flesh pockets and be done with. His massive paws rummaged some more and pulled dot the god sent gift. 'Cough strips. Relives cough for eight hours.' Ahhh yes…there was the answer printed on cheap cardboard for all to see.

At that moment the monster had gotten up to its usual speed of mind and body. It yawned pushing off its extra skin, shedding if you will revealing a much leaner, more human body than its original form. Its eyes were still wide and round, but now instead of that cotton and polyester exoskeleton it had a pair of loose PJ pants with the words Dance Beaver written under each, disco clad cartoon beaver that occupied its pants, and a loose black T-shirt.

Its hair was much shorter ending just above its thickened eyebrows, possibly some sort of adaptation to its habitat to keep the sun from its rather large pupils, and at the top of its ears. In truth one could say it was a bowl cut, a beetles rip off if you would.

This specific species of blob had its own scientific name its Genus being Rock Lee.

So Rock Lee took out a packet of four and placed it next to the fridge so he wouldn't forget it on his way out. He grabbed a bowl and some Trix. Who care dif it was for kids…he was youthful enough.

Once done with breakfast ,which took much longer than normal due to the random intervals his lungs decided to convulse causing him to that dreaded 'cough' thing before he could continue on with his eating, it was time to take the first strip of the day.

He placed the small rectangular piece of medication on his tongue and froze an rather…interesting look coming onto his face. His eye twitched and he tried his best to stand that…that taste until it dissolved. This, he had not pulled through with and spit it into the garbage.

It said relives cough for 8 hours! How was he suppose to know it tasted so…it tasted so…NASTY! This vial strip of cough relief was probably running through his system laughing at him saying 'Ha! Stupid lee! Now you're mouth is all icky! Foo!' yeah that was it. Fate always managed to smite him, just like how the coin never lands on the side he calls. So in turn he'd call out heads but really meant tails, which worked much better.

He squinted over at the packet of strips as if to say 'How could you!' He had to do this four more times today…and not spit it out. A task worthy of ANBU all its own.