Better late than never!

Sick

Leaving the lab early wasn't the best decision, but it had to be done if he ever wanted his captains haori back. She let him keep it when she left for a week, and because he was angry with her she didn't steal it today. But that didn't mean she was going to somehow get it off of him in the morning. She usually stole it at night when he was sleeping, or when he was in the shower. He always knew when she was sneaking around his room, but he never busted her on it.

That was a fight he just chose not to get in to, he didn't wear it that much in his lab anyway. He was just fortunate the head captain hadn't called any meetings lately, he would surely catch shit then. First for not wearing his haori, then there would be the jokes from the other captains about him giving it to his wife. He heard about similar things happening in the human world, he even observed it notes a few times.

When men were superior in certain things they received jackets stating so, and they often gave them to their women to claim ownership of them. He didn't need to claim his ownership of Adellia, they were already married, her having his last name not only in all of her proper titles, but also tattooed down her spine was proof enough. He never asked her about it, but he definitely noticed it, one of the many times she decided to wander into his room half dressed.

It started at the nape of her neck, and stopped at her lower back, the black ink was almost always covered by the length of her hair, but he definitely noticed it, along with other slight modifications to her body. Like the jewelry she wore in her navel, he completely understood her reasoning of having their last name down her back, after not having a proper one for the majority of her life. But the decoration in her stomach was just that, a decoration.

He finally made it to his destination, and in good time too, it was starting to get dark, and he didn't want to hear her piss and moan about him being late for dinner. She always gave him a speech about being shut up in his lab all day isn't good for his health, and that he needs to eat properly so they can grow old together. He always rolled his eyes at her at her on that line, he was already a lot older than her, and living in the soul society meant they pretty much had all the time in the world.

If they were humans, their age difference would probably be frowned upon. She was around seventeen in human time, and him being ten years older than her would definitely be looked upon badly. But in the soul society no one even took a second look at the fact he was really a century older than her. Maybe it was just the fact they had much shorter lives, or that they just didn't mind their own business.

The clothing she was wearing now was ill fitting, and she refused to wear the clothing of a shimigami. He had no choice but to buy her something new, but being a man of particular taste, he had to have something made, rather than just picking up some rag from a shop. He was already annoyed at the length of time it was taking for the old woman to make the kimono's. But it was worth it for the quality, a wife of a captain just couldn't walk around in just anything.

Despite the way he complained, she was still walking around in her much too short clothing, though she switched to wearing dark leggings under it rather than the tights that stopped at her thighs, he didn't understand her fashion she picked up in the living world, but at least she was covered now. By the time he got home she was still in the kitchen preparing dinner and to avoid another unneeded apology he just snuck off to her room and left everything on her bed. Even though she somehow found a way into his bed most nights, she still came to her room first.

He felt strange sneaking around his own house, so he decided to finally make his presence known. She was so engrossed in her cooking she didn't even notice him standing right behind her. He thought about scaring her just because she had her guard down to teach her a lesson. If he could sneak up on her so easily, so could somebody else. His curiosity was getting the better of him, how would she react? Would she scream? Try to attack him? Yell at him? Or would she just whine about it?

The only thing that stopped him from scaring her like he wanted to, is her turning her head to sneeze into her shoulder. "You're sick!" She jumped and spun around and ran right into his chest, he was satisfied with her response he was still able to scare her without even trying to. "And clumsy." He caught her before she fell back from running into him, and gave her an annoyed look.

"It's just allergies or something." He knew she was lying, she got herself sick running around in the rain last night and just didn't want to admit it. He could see it in her face, her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was red , she even sounded like she was sick and she looked miserable on top of it. He put his hand to her forehead to see if she was running a fever like he thought she was.

"You're burning up too, you should be in bed." He ignored her saying she was fine and yelling at him to put her down, but she was being stubborn so he had no choice but to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to her room. "Don't worry, I'll give you something to make you feel much better by the morning." She finally gave up trying to escape his grasp because she wore herself out, she didn't want to admit she was sick, because she knew he was going to try one of his many "remedies" to "fix" her. She was definitely in for it now.

"I better not grow a second head!" It was an empty threat because she was too weak to do something to him and if he altered her anatomy in anyway she would have to wait until she healed to get her revenge on him. This wasn't the first time he tried to experiment on her in one way or another, the first time he asked her if she wanted a growth potion or something so she could just skip those awkward years of puberty that were ahead of her.

She immediately refused, and after he persisted she threatened if he ever tried to change something about her again she would embarrass him in every way she could. That was the worst thing she could come up with and he just laughed at her response, every time he asked if he could experiment on her in one way or another she would give him a similar response. "Why in the world would I want you to have a second head, when I can't even get the first one to shut up?"

She gave him the dirtiest look she could come up with in her current condition. "Jerk." She said it under her breathe but loud enough so he could hear her, and with the force he stuck the needle in her he definitely heard it. He rubbed the abused spot on her thigh and said something along the lines of him not having to stab her. She almost laughed when she heard him mutter the word "Brat." Under his breathe. "What a cruel husband… Stabbing me with needles and calling me names. You really are adding insult to injury."

"And an ungrateful wife to match me. One that can't be appreciative that I'm healing her. Or that I went out of my way to do so." He was amused by the fact she said "Touche'" when he was done complaining about her. "You'll feel better in the morning. Unfortunately this wont do anything about that attitude of yours."

That comment was only a half truth, sure her the way she acted annoyed him sometimes but he actually enjoyed her sassiness. After all, not many people had the balls to stand up to him at all, and she did it at every turn. It was just like having another challenge to face, and she was a challenge that was very unpredictable.

Why did this take me so long to write? -_- Oh well. It's up now, and I got some writing in at work. Even though it's supposed to be my day off. So I pretty much got paid to write the ending of this chapter! FUCK YEAH! Thanks for reading-Chesxca