And thus, Chapter 7. Its up now! So...no cockroaches, please. This one is my favorite, so far. Especially near the end. Hee hee...I hate it when I'm sick. So I made Abel feel as miserable as I do when I'm sick. I'm so evil. Heh heh. Anyways, I don't if I've said this before, but this will be my first shonen-ai/yaoi fanfic I've ever written. So, I'm new to this whole deal of writing out scenes. So please be nice. Well, here's Ch.7! Read on!
Straw...Strawberries...?
Abel struggled back to consciousness at the odd smell around him. His head pounded for a bit, before the pain receded enough for him to open his eyes. He really didn't feel good, now. At first, it was just a little discomfort but now, it was hell. His head was pounding and his vision was blurred. His throat felt like it was on fire and his stomach was doing flips. He wanted to go back to sleep, but the strange smell of strawberries kept him up.
"What's smelling like strawberries...?" asked Abel. He blinked, as his voice was really hoarse. He sat up a little, but found that it was too much for him. His arms felt like lead and his body was like a dead weight. So, Abel set up the pillows and leaned up against them, sighing.
"Ahh, I wonder how I can hide this?" asked Abel, smiling weakly. For the few days that he had been sick, he had been faking that he was alright. But now...he felt absolutely terrible and it was difficult to hide, "I don't want Tres-kun to worry..."
Then, again, the smell of strawberries assaulted him again. Curious, he looked around, then noticed something. The covers on the bed were white, so he wondered why he didn't notice the black cape thing that was draped on top of him. Abel picked it up, confused, then realized that it was part of the AX uniform.
"But this isn't mine..." said Abel. He glanced over to the corner of the room where his own AX uniform lay in a crumpled pile. So, the only other person it could belong to was..."Tres-kun?"
The mental image of Tres draping the top part of the uniform over him made Abel smile. He had noticed that Tres was acting different than usual, since they got here. He was more...how to put it—kind. Like he was trying to act like a human.
"Well, that might explain his actions the other day..." said Abel, thoughtfully, as he remembered Tres grabbing his jaw gently and shoving the sucker in his mouth when he was panicking over nothing. Ever since he started working with Tres, he had always acted at though Tres was just another person. Another human. Maybe Tres was picking up on that.
"He's an odd one, I'll admit that." smiled Abel. He picked up Tres's uniform that was draped over him and buried his face in it. Taking in a deep breath, he then found out where the smell of strawberries was coming from. He didn't know why Tres smelled of strawberries, but it was comforting, "This makes him more adorable."
Abel took his face out of the uniform and held it close to his chest. He wouldn't doubt that he had feelings for the android; he had loved him for awhile now. But it was how he could voice it that was the problem. If Tres didn't understand human emotion, then how could he understand love...?
"Tres-kun...Tres-kun...I love you, but how can I say it?" asked Abel, quietly. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet smell of strawberries again.
"Father Nightroad."
Abel literally jumped at Tres's sudden greeting.
"T-Tres-kun!" yelped Abel, hoarsely, "Ah—"
Before Abel could say anything more, a coughing fit started. Each time he coughed, it felt like his throat was being ripped out. He could feel little tears of pain form in his eyes. The rough coughing seemed to go on forever...until someone started patting gently on his back. Abel's fever-ridden mind couldn't make out who it was, but whoever it was, it was making his coughing less violent. Finally, after a few more gentle coughs and a few more pats on the back, the coughing was done.
Abel sighed and leaned back against the pillows. The hand that was patting his back was still on his back, pinned up against the pillows.
"Status report, Father Nightroad."
Abel jumped again. He forgot that Tres was still in the room. And then he realized that it was him that was patting him on the back and whose hand he had pinned against the pillows.
"Tres-kun..." breathed Abel. Even talking hurt his throat immensely, "I feel horrible. My throat is on fire and my stomach is doing flips. My head feels like it got hit with a brick and I'm all hot and sweaty and icky."
Tres stared at him for awhile, then took his hand and pressed it up against the feverish Kresnik's forehead. As always, Abel shivered as soon as Tres's hand touched his skin. His temperature now: 106.1.
"Father Nightroad...your body temperature is dangerously high." said Tres. Abel blinked. He could've swore he heard a worried tone in Tres's usual monotone like voice. Was it true...or was it just his fever-ridden mind playing tricks on him?, "You need medical attention immediately."
"Tres-kun...I'm fine." sighed Abel. He really wasn't, but he didn't want Tres to worry, "I just need to rest some more."
"You have not eaten or drank anything for about 2 days, Father Nightroad." stated Tres, "Your bodily functions will fail if you do not nourish yourself."
"Two days, you say? My, that's a record then." chuckled Abel, "My stomach isn't feeling up to eating, sorry Tres-kun. However, some ice-cold water would be heavenly."
Tres nodded, took back his hand and headed for the door. When it closed, Abel sighed and tried to sit up again. This time, his body didn't want to respond, so he gave up and just laid there. With a shaking hand, he grabbed Tres's uniform and brought it close to him. The smell of strawberries enveloped him again, making him really sleepy.
"I think strawberries is my new favorite scent." said Abel, quietly. The sound of the door opening jarred him out of his strawberry reverie. Tres had returned and, like Abel had asked for, a glass of water in his hand. But something else was odd about him...
"Tres-kun? Why are you wet?" asked Abel, blinking confusedly.
"I managed to get you some ice water, before the faucet exploded." said Tres, walking towards Abel. Now that he was closer, Abel could see that Tres wasn't just wet—he was soaked, "It seems the cold weather caused the pipes to freeze and malfunction."
"How unfortunate..." said Abel. He tried to lift his arm to reach for the glass, but his arm barely got 6 inches off of the bed, before it plopped back down.
"Father Nightroad?" asked Tres.
"Ahh...it would seem as if my body's too weak to even lift a finger." sighed Abel. This was bad. He really was thirsty. Extremely so. He looked up at Tres, almost pleadingly.
Tres blinked at the emotion in Abel's eyes. Another weird emotion went through Tres again, making him blinking again as well. He tried to analyze it, but shook it off. Father Nightroad need nourishment immediately. He had told Tres that his stomach "was not up to eating" so solid food was out of the question. And if he was took weak to lift up his arms, then he surely couldn't hold a glass. So...how could he drink the water...?
Tres then remember a similar scene in a movie that he saw with Father Nightroad. One of the characters, a male, was feverish and weak. Exactly how Abel was now. The other character, a female, was caring for him. They were in the middle of the woods and the male had gotten injured in a battle. With the wound infected, it made him get a fever. There was no food around to nourish him and the female didn't know how to hunt. He asked for something to drink and she went to the nearby stream and got some water for him. But, he was too weak to lift up his arms and hold the canteen. The exact same predicament that the Kresnik in front of Tres was in now. Then, the female had an idea...
Tres took the glass of water up to his lips and started to drink it.
Abel watched, as Tres started to drink his water. He sighed and leaned back against the pillows.
"Tres-kun, please don't tempt me." he sighed, "I'm so thirsty..."
Tres didn't finish the drink, and set the glass on the bedside stand. He walked right next to the feverish priest and bent over him, so that their noses were almost touching.
"T-T-Tres-kun??" stuttered Abel. He could feel himself blush, as Tres stared deeper into his eyes. Then, slowly, Tres leaned forward...
And kissed Abel right on the lips.
Tres felt another emotion bubble up inside of him when their lips connected, but he couldn't concentrate on that right now. He need to feed Father Nightroad the water that was now currently in his mouth. Careful as to not let the water drip out of his mouth, Tres used his tongue to force Abel's mouth open a little. It took a bit of convincing, but eventually, he felt the Father's lips part and the water going into the other's mouth.
Abel almost choked on the water that suddenly entered his mouth, but got used to it quickly and swallowed the surprisingly still ice-cold water. The water cooled his throat down a lot and he was a bit surprised to taste strawberries in the water. With a jolt, he realized that his lips were still connected with Tres's.
After all of the water was gone from Tres's mouth and down Abel's throat, Tres pulled back; almost reluctantly. He didn't pull back much, as his nose was touching the now furiously blushing Abel's.
Abel's feverish mind was racing. D-Did Tres-kun...k-k-k-kiss me? Or...was that just to feed the water to me? Ahhhh...if it was a kiss, it was certainly a good one. But...what would it be classified as? Just a normal kiss? Passionate? French???
"Father Nightroad..."
Abel jumped as Tres interrupted his thoughts. Abel blinked as he saw a little pink tinge on Tres's cheeks. He was blushing...! How cute!!
"Father Nightroad, you...need some rest." said Tres, putting his forehead against the other's, "I shall leave the glass of water on the bedside stand. I will be back shortly."
"Ah...o-okay." stuttered Abel. Then, he smiled and sighed, "Thank you, Tres-kun."
Tres then stood up straight and stared at Abel again. With one hand, he brushed back a lock of the Kresnik's silver hair that was in his face. Abel smiled warmly and leaned up against Tres's hand. Tres froze for a moment, then gently caressed the other's cheek.
"Rest. Now." said Tres, softly.
"Yes. I will." breathed Abel, as he felt his eyelids getting heavy. He tried to say something to Tres, but the welcoming darkness got to him first.
Tres-kun, I love you...
Tres watched at Abel fell peacefully asleep. Carefully, he pulled the bed covers on top of Abel and put the top half of his own uniform on top of that. Tres watched him for a minute, before leaving the room.
"I need to find Abel something soft to eat." said Tres. He blinked. He just said the Father's first name. He stood there in confusion for a minute, before closing the door behind him and going downstairs to the kitchen.
