Bffimagine: New fic! I've gone from a couple fandoms and I'm now returning to Yu Yu Hakusho and Get Backers -.-'
Ban: Uh… nice to know we're second best…
Ginji: Aw, Ban-chan! She doesn't mean it that way. Does she .?
Itsumo
Warnings:
Shonen ai: You all know what that's about .
Violence: Since when was it missing?
Sappiness: What's a story without it :P
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Ban sat awake in the Ladybug, his wet clothing clinging tightly to his pale skin, and he shuddered slightly as a breeze drifted through the open window.
His long, thin fingers rested on the forehead of his blonde partner. Ginji had a high fever, and though it chilled him to the bone, Ban had to get him to cool down. And one method for this was to leave the window open for fresh air.
'Ginji…'
The electric dynamo's clothes were dry, but were getting damper with cold sweat. Ban had all the blankets wrapped tightly around the thunder lord, and gently stroked the soft blonde spikes of hair.
Finally, the brown-haired Japanese quarter-German Get Backer snapped. His worry for his partner drove him insane, and finally he decided to take his companion to a doctor… no matter the cost.
A chill ran down Ban's spine and the wind whipped through his soaking wet hair. The torrential rain hadn't stopped as yet.
"Damn weather…" Ban muttered to himself. It was the rain that had caused Ginji to get sick in the first place. And of course, the invincible Midou Ban-sama NEVER got sick.
Thick, salty raindrops splattered on the windshield, the wipers scraping them away as they fell. Ban sped through the empty streets, avoiding puddles and barely managing to not skid off the road.
And finally, through the hazy, watery light Ban saw the doctor's clinic come into view, a tiny grey speck on the horizon.
There was a sput and a splutter, and the car's engine gave out. Ban cursed under his breath but couldn't wait. He quickly wrapped both their rain jackets over Ginji and covered the other Get Backer's head, then picked him up and made a dash for the clinic, rain completely drenching him to the core.
Running through countless puddles, after what seemed an eternity, Ban made it to the doctor's.
The little bell chimed merrily as Ban burst through, breathing heavily and ice-cold after his rain sprint.
It was a rainy winter day in Japan, where the atmosphere was ludicrously freezing cold and the rain didn't help any, though it managed to stay liquid and stubbornly refused to become snow.
So naturally, everyone was a home, avoiding the outdoors, and no one was crazy enough to come to visit the doctor.
Empty chairs were all around Ban. He walked up to the counter with Ginji in his arms.
With an urgent tone, he panted breathlessly, "I need to see the doctor."
"I can see that sir. Just sign these forms—"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIGN ANY DAMN FORMS! IF MY PARTNER DIES RIGHT NOW I'LL RIP EVERY PAPER YOU HAVE IN THIS DAMN OFFICE!" Ban yelled impatiently, his voice hoarse and weak with an apparent oncoming cold.
'I can't be getting sick now,' Ban thought, and brushed it away arrogantly.
"Uh… yes sir," the flustered nurse stuttered. She called up the doctor.
"Yes. Um, Ms. Oshuhari? You have a patient. Room three-fourteen? Alright."
"Alright sir, please go down the hall to your left and turn right, there should be a door labelled three-one-four. Dr. Oshuhari is waiting inside."
Sudden fatigue drained Ban of his previous anger. He nodded and uttered a courteous, "Thank you," and hurried off, his legs beginning to ache and his skin beginning to feel hot.
Dr. Oshuhari was slightly surprised when a flushed teenage boy flung open the door with an equally young, flushed boy in his arms.
"Ah… may I ask your name, sir?" she asked pleasantly.
The boy nodded, looking uncomfortable and tired.
"Midou Ban. This is Amano Ginji."
Ban set Ginji onto the doctor's inspection table.
"I don't think I need to ask what happened," the doctor sighed as she saw the water puddling at Ban's feet.
"Hn." Ban swayed slightly in his steps, and his vision was blurry and the room just didn't want to stay still. He shakily made his way to a chair, and forced down a cough.
'I CAN'T BE GETTING SICK,' he told himself, and regained as much of his composure as possible.
"Do you know how long he was in the rain?" Dr. Oshuhari carefully unwrapped the raincoats from Ginji and was surprised to find he was perfectly dry.
Ban shook his head and instantly regretted it as his temples began to pulse painfully.
"No idea."
"He has a high fever, but nothing dangerous. If you can get him this medicine from a pharmacy, then he'll be fine by sometime next week."
The doctor handed Ban a slip of paper. The prescription was unreadable, but Ban made sure he took good care of it, folding it neatly and holding it tight in his hand.
"Okay. Is that all?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Ban stood to leave, and wobbled slightly, but he bit his lips and straightened himself out.
Carefully wrapping Ginji again, he picked up his companion and left, nodding curtly as he walked out the door.
The nurse at the front desk looked half-fearful, half-concerned as Ban opened the door, almost panting, his face flushed a rosy pink. The annoying jingle of the bells set his head ablaze with pain again, and he just barely managed to stumble out the door without falling flat into a puddle.
And so began the tedious trudge back to the Ladybug.
Grimacing, Ban peeled his wet clothes off his skin, shivering as the cold air kissed his body with freezing-cold lips. He wrapped a large towel around his shoulders and another around his legs, leaving the other four to act as blankets for Ginji.
Speaking of the lightning lord, he was currently buried under a mound of blankets, towels, and even his and Ban's changes of clothing and jackets. His breathing was slightly easier now that he was warm and dry, and his face had lost some of the heated pink flush.
Ban gritted his teeth against the cold. By tomorrow morning, he would have to walk to the nearest gas station to buy gas and possibly food for himself and Ginji…
Lazy, stressed thoughts crossed through Ban's mind until he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Morning light shone through the window's of the Ladybug. Ban blinked and stretched, shivering at the lingering fingers of freezing cold air. He looked at his watch and cringed; 5:30 A.M., and the sun was rising already. They really didn't call it the 'Land of the Rising Sun' for nothing.
Sighing deeply, Ban sat up. His clothes were still soaking wet, and he was still wrapped in nothing but two towels.
Immediately, he checked on Ginji.
His blonde companion was sleeping soundly, and Ban didn't want to wake him. He very cautiously took a set of his clothes from the mound of fabrics that covered his partner, and briskly set out of the car to make his journey, and stop by the pharmacy on the way.
Rain still hung in the air, perfuming the oxygen with a soft, musty smell of water and wet earth. Though the actual raining stopped, there was still water almost everywhere you looked.
Feverish heat had risen to Ban's head. It pounded painfully, and unbearable aching wracked his entire body. He was so tired, he would've favoured curling up to sleep in a warm, dry place. But of course, a Get Backer has no down time. Inhaling sharply, Ban set off, walking as quickly as his strained muscles would allow.
A hazy building came into view. It was the pharmacy. Ban pulled the prescription he had tucked into his pocket out, and held it tightly in his hand. Opening the door, the effervescent chime of bells greeted him.
"Hello, sir, and how may I help you?" the pharmacist was a polite, well-groomed man behind the flawless white counter that sectioned off the little shop from the hundreds of shelves and racks behind it.
"I have a prescription," Ban said softly, handing the pharmacist the slip of paper. Nodding, the tall, red-haired man brought down different powders and liquids. He used an old-fashioned mortar and pestle, pounding the ingredients together. And scraping the medicine into a curious-looking machine, pills were compressed and flowed out of the machine into a bottle.
Quickly, the pharmacist covered the bottle and handed it to Ban.
"That will be 900, 000 yen, sir."
Ban bit his tongue. He knew the medicine would be expensive, but this was ridiculous. Anyhow, Ginji needed it, so Ban paid the man and left, holding the bottle tightly in his hands.
As it turned out, when Ban got to the gas station, he didn't have enough money for very much gas. So he bought as much as he could afford, as well as some food for Ginji, and dragged himself back to the car with the heavy plastic jugs of gasoline and the plastic bag with Ginji's food and medicine in it.
When he reached the car at last, he poured the fuel into the gas tank and stowed the empty jugs in the trunk. He exhaled deeply, closing the lid to the gas tank, and opened the door and got into the car.
"Ban-chan?"
Half-jumping, Ban turned to his partner.
"Oi, what is it, Ginji?"
"I'm hungry."
"I know you are."
Ginji smiled weakly at Ban.
Reaching into the plain white plastic bag, Ban pulled out the bottle of pills.
"Can you swallow this, Ginji?"
Nodding, Ginji slowly began to sit up.
He took the small bluish-green pills from Ban's slender hand and popped them into his mouth, swallowing with a disgusted expression.
"It… tastes bitter," Ginji whispered.
Ban smiled a small, tired smile.
"Well, you'd better eat this," Ban handed Ginji the container of soup he had bought from the gas station.
To Ginji's delight, it was still hot. Ban sat back against the seat, and soon fell fast asleep.
bffimagine: OOOOOOOOOooooh. I don't know if that's really a cliffie or not…
Ban: Who cares? Just finish the damn story!
Ginji: Aw, Ban-chan, that fever's getting to you.
Ban: I AM NOT SICK!
Bffimagine: -.-' Riiiiight. Well, you all SHOULD know the drill. REVIEW!