Lady: I swear I'm not dead, college just sucks all the will to write out of you.
Seto: After all the Transformers smut you've been drawing lately? Your just lazy.
Lady: More like easily distracted but okay. But it does, classes do tend to pull one away...
Seiji: Excuses, Excuses. Get writing,
Lady: Oyi, When did you become the boss?
Seiji: When you deprived me of nukie and made my Touto-chan sick...
Lady: Oh yeah... -giggles- Sorry about that.
Seiji: -glares-
Touma: Moving on.
Seto: Let get this over with so you can work on all the other stories you have yet to finish.
Lady: Fair enough. Seiji if you please?
Seiji: Finally. Lady Date does not own Samurai Troopers (Ronin Warriors) If she did, it wouldn't just be ambiguously gay. Believe me. Any OC's that you would like to use, feel free, just ask first
Touma: Story.

Little Surprised
Part II

The noise in the Hotel dinning room was unbearable. Or at least it was to Touma. The din of people talking, the clatter of plates and glasses, even the soft sitar music playing in the background. All of it could have been an Air horn for all Touma cared. The bright twinkling light of the chandelier didn't help. He felt like his head was going to explode. And the food. God, it was driving him nuts! The food looked so good, Mouth-wateringly delicious... but every time he got close enough to smell it felt like someone punched him the gut. He had to turn away when Seiji's plate unagi arrived, and he loved eel! Forcing a smile onto his face he politely turned down his love's offer to share.

That had been hours ago. Now Touma stood out on the balcony, watching the goings on of the dance floor. Distinguished guests and members of the Date family gathered into the well lit ball room chatting merely about the couple seated at the head table, his husband included. He leaned against the balcony with a sigh. Tonight just wasn't his

night… Hell if he were honest, it wasn't his month. The smell of red bean pudding drifted under his nose, forcing the warrior of Wisdom to quickly turn and cover his mouth. His eyes slammed shut as a wave of dizziness washed over him, making this stomach feel even worse. He clutched as his stomach as rolled violent under his skin, threatening to spill what little contents it possessed. Damn nausea, damn dizziness. His eyes back to prickle in frustration. Damn MOOD SWINGS!

"Touma?" Warm hand settled on his shoulder but he was too ill to turn around. Even is his misery fogged mind he could recognize his lover's voice. Swallowing back the bile rising in the back of his throat he managed to straighten himself.

"Yeah Seiji?" He forced a smile onto his face, but it was weak even by his standards. His face was pale and flushed all at once. His body was shaking, and he was pretty sure the clamminess he was feeling meant a cold sweat. But he would be okay for Seiji's sake.

"It's time to toast my parents. Are you coming in?" The blond peered around his shoulder to look at him, a finely arched eyebrow raised in concern. The smile faltered just a little.

"Yeah, I just need to get some fresh air…" Please buy it, please buy it…

"You've been out here for half an hour." Not buying it. With a deep breath and buries his nose in Seiji's neck, inhaling the one smell that doesn't make him ill. The scent of lavender and sandalwood caress his sense and soothe the pangs of his stomach. A faint sigh escaped him.

"I'll be in a moment okay? I just need to gather myself." He gave Seiji a much better, slightly more real, smile. He still wasn't fooled, but it was accepted, with a look that clearly said that they would talk about it later. He could deal with later.

Walking back inside left a foal taste in Seiji's mouth, but he ignored it. He and his husband were going to have a nice long talk when they got home. He's watched as his lover got progressively worse and worse as the days past, and tonight was definitely the worst.

Glancing over his shoulder, Seiji looked back at the pale figure of his beloved in the dim moon light. He looks to fragile standing there, like he could fall part at any moment. And yet at the same time, this fragile being couldn't be anymore beautiful to him. Despite the whispers and disdainful look he knew the blue haired man was receiving, from Seiji's on family no less.

Speaking of his family, he turned to face his relatives all waiting expectantly. His sister Yayori was the first to speak.

"Well his he coming in, or his he going to continue to sulk out on the balcony?"

"Yayori-san! Be nice! Touma-chan is obviously not feeling well." Satsuki was immediate just to her brother-in-law's defense. At least one person in his family liked his husband.

"Touma hasn't been feeling well quite some time." He looked back towards the balcony, watching the blue haired man take deep breaths.

"He shouldn't have come if that was the case."

"Yayori!" It was his mother whom stepped in this time. Yayori huffed and crossed her arms. Seiji shook his head. It was well known fact inside the family that his older sister didn't agree with his marriage. And while she wasn't openly harassing him, she took every opportunity to make him look bad. His mother turned her gaze to him. "Has he not gone to see a doctor?"

"He's being difficult."

"Who's being difficult?" Seiji turned his head to look at his mate's pale features. He was obviously still ill, but he was putting on a brave front for his in-laws. Seiji's mouth formed a grim line. He was going to talk to Touma about this later.

"No one. Are you ready?" A nod from the archer as he moved to his side was the only response. Carefully, tapped on a glass to get everyone's attention.

The wide grin plastered on Touma's face was getting harder and harder to maintain. He swallowed a bile once again the smell of food was making his horrible nauseous. The world seemed to be tipping and whirling around him. Every sound made his ears rings. Even Seiji's voice sounded like a hog horn in his ears. It seemed like hours passed before it all became too much. Quickly covering his mouth, the archer darted from the blonde's side towards the double balcony. Slamming into the doors, he rushed to the edge and released everything his stomach contained over the side. He ignored the startled shouts from below as slumped against the concrete. The last thing the he recalled was the Seiji's voice calling his name before his world heaving before dissolving into blackness.

TBC

Lady: Done and done. Short I know, but I really didn't have much planned for this chapter.
Seiji: O_O
Touma: Is all that really necessary? –knows exactly what is wrong with him-
Lady: Probably not. But I figured that it would be harder on your body than most.
Touma: Really?
Shin: What the bloody hell is going on and why aren't we in the story yet?
Lady: That's for next chapter
Shuu: Dude!
Seiji: -shakes LD by the shoulders- What did you do to my Touma!?
Lady: O_x
Shin: -tries to pulls him off LD- Um… would you be so kind as to review before Seiji kills her?
Touma: Things are just going to get more interesting from here folks…