"Shintaro?"
I turned my head to the source of the voice. Blearily, I tilted my head to the side as a sign that I had heard him. The person sighed and shook his head.
"You're burning up. Come on, let's get you back to bed."
I tried to shake my head. I didn't want to go back to bed. I don't want to go back to seeing those things from a past that I'd rather not remember.
The many times my friends died over and over for the sake of protecting Mary…the many times I saw my best friend kill them.
That very best friend who now stood in front of me with a hand on my forehead.
"Shintaro, please don't be stubborn. You know what happened last time, didn't you?" He was concerned, that much I know. He may not always show emotion, but Konoha really does care in his own way.
"Shintaro?" He calls again.
"Mm?" I reply, leaning my head on his shoulder as he tried sitting me up on the couch. My sight was already failing me. I really hated getting sick.
"Back to the bedroom?" He tells me, tilting his head to the side.
Reluctantly, I agreed. It won't do well to try to deny him in the first place. Slowly standing up, he held a hand out to me as we both made our way to my room. Ene had been sent along with my younger sister and the others, promising to tell me everything they did for the day.
"So that Master can be there in a way as well!"
Was what she had reasoned at the time and I could only give a small smile and laid back on my bed as they left. I hadn't expected Konoha to stay and try and take care of me though. Last time it was Seto, now it was Konoha. I wonder why they all try to take care of me whenever I get sick? It's not like that if it's with Mary…
"Shintaro?" I heard him call again. I didn't even notice that we were already in my bedroom and he had already managed to lie me back down on the bed. With a soft sigh, I looked up at him.
"Yeah?"
"You were staring into space just now." He states, pink hues meeting my dull ebony ones. Really, how many times has he called my name now? Too many to count, I guess.
"Sorry." I told him, "I've been thinking about something."
"Something?" He tilts his head to the side again. Sometimes Konoha's personality really gets to me.
But I really don't mind such a thing. He's the first friend—no scratch that, first real friend that's gotten this close to me after so long.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Okay, so instead of updating [Regret], I made a new story -facedesk- I'm really sorry guys but my Kuroha muse doesn't seem to want to cooperate in regards to that route. Don't worry though! I managed to write at least a couple of paragraphs for its second part!
Anyway, this one's surprisingly a KonoShin fanfic revolving more on friendship. (I honestly fail on the romance department so... -shrugs-). I hope you do enjoy and leave reviews so I can correct any mistake or something along those lines!