Hey y'all, I couldn't remember what day I posted on, so from now on posts will always be on Tuesday. Because that's just about the only day I'll remember. Ummm… yeah. Here you go!
Arm and two ribs snapped, feverish and sick, I guess leather really doesn't do much for keeping body heat in…
Krad walked into Satoshi's apartment and closed the door behind him. He felt Dark shift in his arms, and glanced down to see Dark's eyes open slightly, but they were unfocused, and Dark only muttered something before his eyes closed again.
Krad walked into Satoshi's room and laid Dark down gently on the bed, trying to disturb his injuries as little as possible. After fifteen minutes of searching and twenty-three muttered swear words Satoshi's medical kit was set down next to him. Krad looked down at the unconscious thief and sighed, then began to strip off his wet clothes. He studiously avoided looking at the gorgeous, wet, tan body he was revealing as he grabbed some bandages and began wrapping up Dark's injuries. When he was done he tucked the blanket in securely around the thin, still body.
Krad watched Dark mutter a few more things and as his face grew flushed with fever, the golden-eyed boy got up and grabbed a wet cloth, which was then placed on Dark's forehead. Krad unconsciously let his hand fall to Dark's face, touch his cheek, trail down to his lips…Krad jumped back as if something sharp had jabbed him.
"What am I doing?" Krad asked wide-eyed.
There was no reply from Satoshi. Krad finally sat down in a chair and simply watched Dark sleep.
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He felt comfortable, safe, and warm…too warm for comfort all of a sudden, and he tried to move away from that heat, so far that he felt himself falling, only to be caught by strong arms. Dark opened his eyes to focus on a pair of golden, slitted pupils.
"Crap."
Krad looked down at Dark, amused.
Wait, wasn't I just falling to my death, like, two seconds ago…? WHERE THE FUCK AM I AND WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE, THIS ISN'T HELL! Dark screamed mentally, before wincing at the mental tirade he was going to get from Daisuke both for swearing and for blowing the little redhead's eardrums out. But the outraged voice never came, and Dark cocked his head, curious. He'd screamed loud enough to wake his tamer if he was sleeping, hadn't he?
"Dai-chan, Dai-chan, wake up already, are you there, earth to Dai-chan, hello…?"
No answer came.
"Double crap."
Dark really didn't like being upside down in Krad's hold, so he slowly moved a bit, got his hands to the ground when…
"What do you think you're doing?" Krad asked, still amused.
"What does it look like? I'm not dancing a ballet, that's for sure," Dark snapped sarcastically.
"You never change, you're still as immature as you were two hundred years ago," Krad said and helped Dark stand on his own.
Doesn't he want to blow me up or something? Why's he here helping me stand up? Dark thought to himself.
"And you've seemed to change quite a bit. Since when do you save your mortal enemy from death?…And then nurse him back to health too!" Dark exclaimed, noticing the bandages.
"Hn, I can kill you whenever I want to, I just didn't feel like it, it was too easy. You simply crumpled under one little blast," Krad said unemotionally.
Not a bad story, even if it's not even near the truth, Krad thought.
They stayed in silence for a few moments until Dark thought it was time to move again. Suddenly feeling the broken ribs, back pain, pain in his arm, and the effects of his fever, all in one, he collapsed onto the blond angel.
"Dark?" Krad asked, surprised, when the figure fell into him without warning.
"Ung…leave me alone…Krad…" Dark said.
Because you're doing such a stellar job on your own, Krad thought as he helped Dark back onto the bed.
"Ouch," whispered Dark pathetically.
What should I do? I don't know anything about fevers. Krad watched Dark moan and groan on the bed, and decided that he had to do something.
"Satoshi-sama."
No answer.
"Satoshi-sama?"
"Damn," Krad said out loud.
"Huh?" Dark looked up at Krad.
"Do you have contact with your host?" Krad asked slowly.
"Dai-chan? Nope, haven't heard from him, probably flew the coop."
"The owner of your body can't just 'fly the coop,' Dark, you know that." Krad frowned. "We have no contact with our hosts, how can that be…wait a minute, Dark, what exactly did you steal?"
"I don't know, something that Emiko-san told me to get, I didn't figure it was important. It was just a stupid…little…pendant…" Dark mumbled as he fell asleep.
Krad stared at the sleeping form of his nemesis.
"If we can't contact our hosts, and we haven't turned back into them, does that mean that we're…free?"