Disclaimer; I do not own metal fight beyblade, or it's excellent characters. If I did, every single last one of them would have a last name.
Yup, chapter three was pretty cheesy, but I liked it anyway.
Chapter 4
Scarlet touch
Jack stirred uncomfortably, pulling his knees to his chest and twisting one way or another. It was late into the night, and he had to be unfortunate enough to wake up. Going back to sleep had proven to be a hassle. His body felt like it had drowned in a super scorching hot tub, and he felt so dizzy he couldn't see straight. Not that there was much to see in a pitch black bedroom. He coughed a few times, which earned him nothing but a burning pain in the chest. He let out a groggy moan. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, it was a solid fact. He was sick. He shakily slid off the bed. He needed medicine, but how exactly was he supposed to get medicine in the ridiculously weakened state he was in. Oh of course, there was always his blue haired buddy.
Jack silently slipped into Damian's room, flipping on the lights and shutting the door behind him. A deep and low growl greeted him. He suspected it came from Keven, who was curled up at the edge of Damian's bed glaring at him.
"Calm down, it's just me." Jack hushed hoarsely.
"Damian, wake up." He commanded, doing his very best to keep his raspy voice even. All he got in response was a couple of exasperated groans from the shifting bundle of blankets on the bed.
"Damian. Up. Now." Jack stated firmly.
"No. Go back to bed you stupid artist." The bundle of blankets whined. Jack sighed in irritation, before walking over to the side of the bed and hitching the blankets off of Damian. The bluenette rocketed to a sitting position with a hiss, frustrated with the sudden rush of cold air.
"Jack, you better have a pretty good reason for waking me up at three in the flip' in morning!!!" He exclaimed.
"What's wrong with you?" Damian deadpanned, noticing the scarlet bumps that peppered the alabaster skin on Jack's neck.
"I'm sick." Jack replied dramatically, running his hand across his forehead.
"It looks bad." Damian mused, tilting his head to get a better view of the scarlet rashes. He then sluggishly crawled out of bed, before heading over to the door. Keven hopped off the bed and scampered after him. When Damian realized that Keven was following and that Jack wasn't, he peered over his shoulder to look at the sickly artist.
"Jack, come. We're gonna get you some medicine." He ordered, before exiting his room.
Damian scowled up into the medicine cabinet in sheer disgust. Of course. It was just his luck that the medicine he needed would be at the very top of the shelf. He growled in annoyance. He swiftly whipped around to see Jack, whom was resting his chin on his crossed arms that were reposed on the dining table.
"Why the heck would you even think about putting anything that I might deem important on the freak'n top shelf!!?" Damian shouted.
"Um, I guess I really wasn't thinking." Jack answered sheepishly.
"Well that's not anything new." Damian spat in disdain.
"You are full of insults." Jack huffed.
"I can't help telling the truth." Damian shot back, folding his arms snidely over his chest.
"Well, if you had half a brain you'd think to get a ladder considering you're only two inches tall!" Jack countered. It was an excellent rebuttal; but with his fever, it came out like something in between a cough and a wheeze. He fell into a coughing fit soon after. Damian would've loved to slice him in two for that little insult, but instead glanced back over at the cabinet.
"So what are we supposed to do about that?" He mumbled in thought.
"I guess I'll have to manage without it." Jack sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"Probably." Damian murmured, still in thought.
Sense Jack couldn't have real medicine, Damian decided he'd make his own little concoction. (Because he's totally an expert in medical business.) He started off by pouring some hot tea n a bowl.
"Damian, what the heck are you doing?" Jack queried flatly.
"Shh, I'm concentrating." Damian said. Jack just rolled his eyes. Damian continued by adding a couple twenty drops of honey to the tea filled bowl. Then he submerged a large lemon inside, before adding in bits of diced liver and a dash of apple cider vinegar. He then sat the bowl on the dining table, grabbed a teaspoon full of whatever the heck it was, and held it out to Jack.
"There is no way that I am drinking that." Jack stated.
"Drink it." Damian ordered, ushering the spoon toward him.
"I'd much rather go to Hades." Jack huffed.
"Fine, I guess I'll have to feed it to you." Damian sighed nonchalantly. He punched Jack in the stomach lightly, well; it was light for Damian. Jack let out a startled and shaky gasp. Damian used that opening to shove the spoon into Jack's mouth.
"There you go Big Baby." Damian taunted, reaching up and tousling Jack's already messy burgundy hair.
The two were on the way to their rooms. They paused at Damian's room.
"Hey Damian, can I stay with you for the rest of the night?" Jack yawned, stretching his arms behind his head.
"And what's wrong with your room?" Damian drawled dully.
"It's too far away." Jack moaned sleepily.
"Jack, it's right down the hall." Damian argued, but the artist had already entered Damian's room and reposed on the bed.
"You'll get me sick." Damian huffed, entering the room as well.
"Great. That icky concoction you made won't go to waist." Jack laughed haughtily, turning on his side.
"Ugh." Damian grunted, hesitantly lying next to him.
"Now was that really so hard?" Jack queried, brushing his thin fingers across the milky white of Damian's forehead.
"Just go to bed." Damian ordered, turning away.
He had the idea of sleeping in Jack's room, but it had an unbearably strong smell of paint and scented markers.
That was by far my favorite one to write. I had a great time.
I once again apologize for any spelling mistakes you might have and/or may run into. And I would format better; like bolding the author's notes, but I'm visually impaired so it has proven to be just a tad bit difficult.
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