A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I made it pretty long since I don't know when I'll be updating again. R&R Also I hope that Yato and Yukine aren't too OOC.


Two days passed since Hiyori left. And Yukine was fine, for the most part. Before leaving he took an aspirin to calm his aching body. He headed out to work but Yukine neglected to bring a coat with him.

"Yukki!" Kofuku greeted with a smile.

"Hi." He replied, putting on his blue apron.

"Ne~ Yukki, aren't you cold?" Kofuku asked.

"I'm alright, it doesn't bother me."

"If you say so." She replied. Cooking food kept Yukine warm but it was still cold in the open shop. Yukine watched Kofuku and Daikoku give a few kids some warm tea.

"Yukine, have some tea." Daikoku insisted.

"Thank you." He stated taking a cup.

"Ne~ Yukki. When is Hiyo-rin coming to visit?"

"Sorry Kofuku but Hiyori went to go see her grandmother."

"Aww too bad. That means you'll be alone?"

"That's right."

"Well once she comes back you have to tell her to come over." She smiled.

"Will do Kofuku." He replied, if possible her smile widened even further.

After working for a few more minutes Yukine headed back home. Dragging his feet along the pavement. Snowflakes began to start falling at a steady pace. He really regretted not bringing a jacket. Heaving a sigh, his breath could be seen in the cold night air.

He didn't feel well a few days ago. His aching body seemed to be much worse than he'd originally thought. The cold just acted as a catalyst. Yukine came to the conclusion that he was in fact sick.

He spotted a light post a little ways away. He decided to sit under the light by a red mailbox, resting a bit before journeying back home.

Yukine thought he looked like a homeless person, it would've been a little funny if his head wasn't pounding. Resting his head on the side of the cool metal box he closed his eyes.

"Yu…" The blond stirred slightly. "Yukine?" There it was again, the sound of his name. "Yukine!" He didn't wake up until he felt a hand, albeit a pretty sweaty hand, grab a hold of his shoulder. Cracking open an eyelid he saw a pair of obscenely blue irises. Blinking, he recognized the face those blue eyes belonged to.

"Yato?"

"You remember me?"

"Yeah…" Before Yukine knew it, he was enveloped in a hug.

"I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!" Yukine couldn't help but cringe at his sudden words. It didn't help his headache.

"Would you please shut up? My head is killing me."

"Sorry. You don't look too good Yukine."

"No shit Sherlock and how the hell do you know my name?"

"A little bird told me."

"That explains everything." He retorted sarcastically. Yukine wiggled his way out of Yato's grasp, yet immediately regretted his decision. The cold air sent shivers down his spine. "It's cold." Yukine stated, rubbing his arms. Yato just smiled.

"Then would you like to wear my jersey?" He asked already unzipping the jacket.

"I don't want your smelly jersey."

"No worries." He stated zipping it back up. Cheeks flush and nose running, Yukine was feeling dizzy.

"Can we just go? My head is hurting and I feel like I'm going to pass out."

"You said we!" Yato exclaimed happily.

"Whatever, just go home Yato." Yukine grumbled.

"But you look sick and just a moment ago you said you were going to pass out." He stated. "I can't just leave you. What kind of a god would I be?"

"Are my ears deceiving me...or did you just call yourself a god?"

"And if I did?"

"You're weird." Yukine took two steps forward before stopping. "Achoo!"

"Bless you."

"T-thanks." Before he could take another step he was being piggy backed. "W-what the hell are you doing?" He stuttered.

"Giving you a ride. And besides, don't you feel warmer?" It was true. Yukine was feeling a bit warmer.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home."

"Do you even remember where I live?"

"Of course I do! I have a great memory."

"Sure…" Yukine wrapped his arms loosely around Yato's neck. He then rested his head on Yato's shoulder. He was too out of it to feel the other tense up before steadily relaxing. Yato didn't smell half bad. Sure he was a little sweaty but he had to admit Yato smelled nice. But he'd never tell Yato that. Soon he felt his eyelids droop. Before he knew it, Yukine was passed out on Yato's back.

"Yukine?" Yato asked. He heard Yukine's even breathing and realized that he was asleep. Yato decided to pick up the pace.

As much as he didn't want to, Yato woke Yukine up. The boy groggily opened his eyes and saw the familiar door to his shared apartment. Sighing he fished for the keys inside his pocket and handed them to Yato. He then settled back to drifting off on the man's back.

Opening the door, he found the apartment to be quaint. Much better than where he was currently staying. It took him a moment to locate Yukine's room. He laid the blond down on the bed and immediately tucked him into the blankets.

Yato could hear Yukine sigh in content. After a few moments, Yukine woke up to look at Yato.

"I think you can leave now."

"Aww but Yukine, I just got here." He whined.

"Just leave, please." Yukine had about enough of Yato's presence and Yato was still a complete stranger.

"No way, and besides…" Yato went over and placed his forehead up against Yukine's. Which caused him to hold back a squeak. "You have a fever. Therefore, I'm not going anywhere." Yukine's cheeks were red, and not just because of his cold.

"F-fine." he stuttered, ignoring his better judgement.

"Good because I'll be staying with you until you get better." The thought of having Yato stay with him both annoyed and comforted Yukine.

"Whatever." Yato just grinned. It was a plus that he'd get to stay with Yukine. It was like a dream come true. The thought of taking care of him sent Yato into a whole new level of euphoria.

After several minutes of silence, Yukine spoke up.

"You can sleep on the couch if you want...there are a few blankets in the closet by the door." He muttered. Yato smiled for the umpteenth time that day.

As Yato quietly left the room he noticed a small lamp that was lit by the side of Yukine's desk. He didn't question why it was left on and chose to ignore it. He then settled down on the couch. A surprisingly comfortable one at that. He couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Being the bored and hungry person he was Yato decided to raid the kitchen. Making himself a sandwich, he ate it with no remorse. Afterwards he decided to check on Yukine.

Entering the boy's room, Yato saw Yukine sleeping soundly under the covers. Placing a hand on the other's forehead it still felt hot.

"Sweaty…" Yukine scowled and groaned turning on his side, still sound asleep. Yato took some offense to that as he choked back a squawk as he was clutching his chest in a dramatic way. It took a moment for him to calm down a bit. Not wanting to leave him alone, Yato climbed into bed with Yukine. But was abruptly kicked in the stomach and off the bed. Gasping, Yato grabbed a hold of his gut. Amber eyes stared back at him with a scrutinizing glare.

"What the hell do you think y-you're..ACHOO!...Doing?" He sniffed.

"Just making sure you weren't dying." He defended.

"I'm not dying so...can you get out of my room?"

"Sure..." Yato got up from the floor grabbing his stomach as Yukine's kick still hurt. He made his way out of the room sulking a bit. At least he wasn't kicked down a flight of stairs.

Taking his place on the couch Yato drifted off to sleep.