Nagisa had been feeling a bit under the weather for the past couple of days. He could've sworn he had a fever the day before as he danced before the prince, but he shrugged it off by thinking it was just the accursed heat of the Arabian sun.

Now this morning, as he sat curled in a ball on his shared bed with this lover, he realized he truly was sick. His face felt like it was on fire, and bile kept trying to rise in his throat with every passing second.

He knew he had to go and dance today though - it was the prince's birthday, and if he wasn't there for the special occasion, who knew how the prince would react.

As Rei shuffled under the covers, wrapping an arm around the dancer's stomach, Nagisa felt the bitter taste of vomit in his mouth. He quickly pushed Rei away from him, dashing away from him, trying to find a bucket - anything to throw up in.

His eyes set on a large pot in the kitchen - his partner would definitely be upset over his pot being tainted but the blonde couldn't help it. He quickly rushed over and emptied out the contents of his stomach, his hard heaves causing tears to gather in his eyes.

"Nagisa..?," mumbled Rei's drowsy voice, the taller man stumbling into the kitchen. He was rubbing his eyes to try and get rid of the grogginess that lay there.

The second his lilac eyes set on the heaving blonde in the middle of the room, he gasped in shock. "Nagisa! Oh no… Are you okay?" He came up behind the dancer and rested a hand on his shoulder.

Nagisa pulled away from the pot and wiped his mouth. His face was a sickly pale, and his eyes had taken on the shade of a dying rose. "I'm okay Rei…," he rasped, a weak smile growing on trembling lips. "Don't worry about it."

Lines of worry were etched into Rei's face as Nagisa stumbled back into their bedroom, grabbing his pants and bedlah vest and throwing them on. "Where's my other earring?," he grumbled, searching through the vanity drawers for his missing earpiece.

"I don't think you should go out and dance today Nagisa," Rei murmured. "You're obviously not in any condition to do so." He was quickly met with a weak but fearful glare from the blonde.

"You don't understand Rei," Nagisa whispered, finding the other earring and putting it on. "Today is the prince's birthday. I have to do whatever he wants…"

He stood there silently, back turned to Rei as he waited for a response. He was met with nothing but silence, and footsteps as Rei walked away. "I don't mind," Rei grumbled. "I have to clean the pot anyway."

Nagisa glanced over at him with a look of shock, his lips parted slightly as tears once again clouded his gaze. He knew that his lover hated it when he went to dance even in the worst conditions, but he had to - for them.

It didn't take long for him to find himself twirling in the streets of the city, the sun beating down on him harshly. He found himself unbearably dizzy, the colors of the city blending together in one garbled mess.

He had to pause now and then to catch his breath and calm his stomach, and he didn't once dance near the prince in fear of him finding out his condition.

Nagisa finished a bit earlier than usual, and sat down quickly under the shade of a building. Everyone was clapping, but he couldn't hear it. He could barely see anything.

But the prince still noticed. From afar, he could tell that the dancer was out of his element. He looked fairly pale, and was it just the prince or were his movements more lethargic than usual?

"Bring him to me," he whispered to a guard, watching as he went to retrieve the dancer from the shade across the street.

His red eyes narrowed as he saw the blonde barely move. What the hell was going on here? The guard had to help him up to his feet, and then help him walk across the street like he was a crippled man.

"Come to me Nagisa," Rin muttered, arms open so the dancer could sit on his lap. Nagisa just weakly nodded in response, sitting, but mainly collapsing, on the prince's lap. Rin pressed the back of his hand to the blonde's forehead, and he gasped once he saw how hot it was.

"I'm fine my Lord… It's just the sun…" Nagisa seemed frail and trembled in Rin's arms - he knew those words were all a lie.

He silently gestured to the guards to get moving, his gilded chair being lifted into the air and carried towards his castle. The dancer was slowly losing consciousness, and the prince adjusted him so that he was laying across his lap.

"Just rest Nagisa," he sighed, running his fingers through his favorite harem member's hair with a small smile. "You deserve it."

Right away, after a small shocked look, Nagisa gladly took his advice and quickly passed out. His body grew heavier and a sigh left his lips as he officially relaxed.

Rin just continued to stroke his hair with a worried glance. "Are you worried about him my Lord?," asked a guard, trying not to sound too curious by the sudden act of kindness given by his master.

"I am," the prince replied. "He's one of my favorites… I would hate if something happened to him." The guard nodded at the response and went back to his post.

It didn't take long for them to arrive, and Rin made haste to lay the dancer down on his bed. "Get a cold bath prepared," he ordered the nearest servant, taking the job of peeling the sweat-stained clothes off the dancer.

Nagisa's skin was flushed, and he clearly had a fever. What he was sick with, Rin didn't know, but he hoped it was nothing serious.

Once the bath was prepared, Rin lifted the dancer up in his arms again. He had never realized how light he was, but now wasn't the time for observing things like that. "Nagisa," he whispered. "You have to wake up now okay?"

He shook the blonde gently, and watched as his eyes opened slowly. They were dark and clouded; yes, he was obviously sick. "What is it Rin…?

Both men paused for a moment, Nagisa's eyes wide and Rin's lips pursed. "I - I'm sorry my Lord, it just slipped out…" But Rin interrupted him before he could continue.

"It's fine," he smiled. "You're obviously ill Nagisa. Why'd you still go to dance today?" He was met with a shameful look from the blonde, then a sigh.

"It was your birthday. It's the most important day for you and I wanted to impress you. But obviously I didn't do that today…"

Rin smiled. He really did care for the dancer, and he had to admit - he was rather cute when his lower lip jutted out in a pout. He chuckled a bit. "But you could have come to the castle to tell me you were sick. I would have understood."

He stopped at the bathroom doorway, looking at the near full tub before stepping in. "Your health is of utmost importance to me Nagisa. You're my best dancer and my favorite member. I want you to take care of yourself so that you do your best every day."

As he set Nagisa in the bath gently, he found the sickly pink eyes staring into his own dark red ones. "What're you staring at?," he grumbled, looking away and focusing on a cracked tile instead.

"You're really kind when you want to be Rin," the dancer whispered, in a voice that caused chills to run down the prince's spine. Nagisa rarely ever said his name, even when they were engaging in sexual relations.

He liked the way it sounded…

He snapped out of his stupor by looking back at the blonde, eyes wide. "You um.. You think so?," he chuckled, smiling nervously.

Nagisa just smiled and nodded. "I do. I mean - you didn't punish me for not being satisfactory today, and you decided to draw me a bath to cool me down. That's really nice of you."

Even though his breath was hot and his skin was flushed, he leaned forward to press a light kiss to the prince's lips. "I appreciate that."

Rin stood there frozen. Nagisa slid all the way into the water and giggled at the cooling sensation, closing his eyes as he relaxed once more.

The dancer had never kissed Rin. Well, they had kissed many times before, but only when he was told to. Rin was foreign to the possibility of an actual kiss with true meaning behind it, and found himself growing red.

"E - enjoy your bath," he stammered, getting to his feet and leaving the room before either one of them could say another word.

It wasn't until a good half hour later that Nagisa returned, a fluffy towel draped around his waist. He saw the prince lying there in bed, and slid in quietly behind him. "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of the prince's neck.

He felt the prince seize up under him, and sat up. "Is something wrong my Lord?" He felt Rin sigh before he turned to him, red eyes looking troubled.

"Don't kiss me," he grumbled. "I mean… if you're doing it to make me feel better, I don't want them." He looked away with a blush painting his face again, and Nagisa couldn't help but laugh.

"Why would I ever kiss you without meaning it?," he laughed. The prince looked up in shock. But that meant, that every time they ever kissed, he…

"You meant it every time?," he whispered, causing the blonde to grow quiet. Red eyes searched pink ones for an answer, something to contradict what was just said, but his eyes were sakura pools of honesty.

"I do," Nagisa smiled. "Even if I kiss someone else, I still mean it. I always mean my kisses, whether platonic or not. What's the point of kissing someone if there's no feeling behind it? I… I may be part of a harem, but I still care for you."

Rin just looked shocked, his breathing shallow as he tried to process what was just said. He didn't like the dancer in that way, and he knew the dancer didn't like him that way either. But just hearing those words made his heart soar.

"Thank you Nagisa," he beamed, hugging the dancer for a moment before pulling away. "Don't mention this to anyone, deal?" The laugh he earned from the blonde was worth it.

With a smile, Nagisa nodded. "Deal."