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Brief info on Amaya: Before she lost her memory, she just turned 14 years old. She has straight black hair just a bit past her shoulders and pale blue eyes. She can cook fairly well and acts a bit older than her age. One of her flaws is that she doesn't speak up if someone she cares about mistreats her. She is indeed from Japan. Just for anybody who actually cares

Chapter 6: Sick Malik-sama

For the rest of that day, Amaya hid in her room, trying to fall asleep on her bed. Her nose was stuffed, her face was sweaty, and her body was shaking slightly as if it was cold in the humid Egypt air. She wrapped the thin blanket around herself, only strands of hair and her nose were visible to anybody walking by. It was nearly lunchtime. Luckily for Amaya, Hoshi and her other roommate weren't there. If they were, they'd probably snitch on Amaya.

She didn't know that before she woke up hot sands of Egypt, she was beginning to catch a cold from somebody from her real home. She was just developing a bit of a fever, after a few hours, she'd be okay. It wouldn't be the end of the cold though. After Rishid told her to rest for a few minutes, she passed Hoshi's table and accidently sneezed on him. She ran for it before Hoshi could turn around and see who sneezed on him. Amaya could sort of sense a type of dangerous vibe coming off Hoshi.

He seemed a bit familiar to him, but she couldn't remember where she had, maybe, seen him before. Although, Amaya could see that Hoshi could be scared away easily if you mentioned personal men things.

Tossing and turning, Amaya could see blurry pieces of her life flashing before her eyes. She wondered how her parents would treat her whenever she had an illness. Perhaps, they would make her a nice bowl of hot soup and give her medicine. It might seem as though she acted like a child at this point, but she was trying with all her might to remember just anything about neither of her parents. She felt so lonely after a couple of days in this Ghouls organization. She didn't feel comfortable around all these strange men. She was scared that anybody could find her true gender and then do something worse than snitching on her.

She just wanted to go back to her real home. Just how was it like in my life before I forgot about everything? The only thing that I remember is my first name, but without my last name... Anybody could have 'Amaya' as their first name. I feel so lost.

Amaya could hear footsteps outside of the door; she abruptly stopped sniffling and wiped away at her puffy red eyes. Maybe if she pretended to be asleep, then whoever it was, would go away. She tightly shut her pale blue eyes and arranged her blanket to seem as if she was rolling around in her sleep.

Rishid slowly open the door so it wouldn't creak so loud, in case, Amaya was in a deep sleep. In one hand, he was holding a tray with a remedy for common colds; not that he used it often. It was one of those Egyptian medicines proven more effective than Western medicine. Along with the medicine, there was a plate of fresh apple slices. He looked at the bed at the center of the bed, the one belonging to Amaya. The other beds were in opposite corner, Hoshi slept in the left bed and the older man slept in the right bed. Amaya's bed directly faces the door.

As he walked closer to Amaya, he could hear her wheezy breathing. Her mouth was open so she could breathe without struggling to rely on her stuffed nose. Even though, Amaya was tired, she couldn't go to sleep at all. Her head was dizzy now and her temperature rose rapidly. She felt like she was going to die. (She has no idea how ironic it is that she felt that way.) If a little fever were going to make her feel that way, then the future would surely shock her beyond death.

"Osaze, can you sit up for a few seconds?" Rishid's voice broke through her pounding head.

Weakly, Amaya willed her body to sit up and face Rishid. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her body and shivered in the process. Her nose was pinkish and her forehead sweating more than ever. He put his palm against her forehead and felt how high her temperature was. If he had a thermometer, it would read about 97.6 Fahrenheit.

She was about to topple over when Rishid put a hand on her belly to steady her and carefully poured the awful tasting remedy down her throat. It was lukewarm so it wouldn't burn the inside of her mouth. If Amaya's nose weren't stuffed, she definitely would've tasted the foul medicine. Once the dark liquid went down her throat, her nose started to clear up. In an instant, her nose cleared up; her headache was gone, except for the occasional dizziness passing from time to time. She didn't feel as hot as she did a minute ago.

"You're going to be okay in a two or three more hours, if you rest more," Rishid said, pushing Amaya on the bed.

She didn't say anything. She just nodded, pulled the blanket over her head and closed her eyes. The medicine that Rishid gave her must have also contained something that might be in sleeping pills. Amaya drifted off to sleep before she knew it. Rishid left the tray on a nearby table so she could eat it when she wakes up later. He left the room without a backward glance.

Sneezing, coughing and shivering

If there were a clock in her room, Amaya would've seen that it was almost dinnertime. So it was about eight o'clock when she woke up, threw her mauve blanket aside and walked over to the table. She felt refreshed and stronger. She smiled when she saw that a tray with an empty bowl, which used to contain the remedy that Rishid made for her, was next to a plate of sliced apples. She was about to take one and pop it into her mouth when a loud cough caused her to jump.

She turned to look at the left corner, where Hoshi's bed was, and saw that someone was under the blankets. She couldn't see the person's face but knew that it was Hoshi. He was sniffling and emitting loud coughs. Then it was followed by a loud sneeze. Amaya bit down on her bottom lip, I must have passed the cold onto him when I sneezed on him! Oops...

She realized that she was the cause of his suffering right now. So she figured that she might as well be nice to him even if he was mean to her earlier. She walked out of the room quickly so she could go get some water for him. Maybe I should go find Rishid-san too to see if he would make that special medicine stuff again. She passed several members' rooms, many of their doors closed. She deduced that many of these males were private people or disgusting and perverted.

She overheard some of them talking lewdly about women, so she decided to stay away from those particular individuals. Secretly, she wondered if that's how Malik thought about women. Then when she realized that she was thinking about him again, she blushed and busied herself with something else.

Up ahead, she could see Rishid's room. It was on the corner on one of the many corridors. She would've gotten lost if Rishid hadn't showed her at least three times before. When she got near the golden door, she heard two people talking behind it. Out of curiousity, she pressed her ear up against it. It was the familiar voices of Rishid and Malik.

Their voices were muffled, but she was sure that it was them. She opened the door a little so she could see what was going on. Well, what she saw brought an embarrassed expression on her face. Malik was resting on Rishid's bed while Rishid put the blanket on top of him. She could see that his face was sweating like hers was.

Geez, germs could sure be spread quickly. Even Malik-sama has a cold now. It's all because of me too!

Malik was mumbling incoherently while his eyes were closed his grip on his Sennen item loosened and it dropped to the floor. Amaya was ashamed that it was her fault that her roommate and now her boss were sick. What was she thinking of when she sneezed on Hoshi? It seemed to Amaya that Malik wasn't of sound mind so she tiptoed into the room. She whispered a hello to Rishid so she wouldn't disturb Malik's rest.

Her head was hung slightly as if she did something wrong.

"Rishid-san, when did Malik-sama get sick?" Amaya whispered.

"About ten minutes after I forced some medicine down your throat," he said. "Don't look so down, Osaze. It was one of your roommates that made him sick," he added, looking at her face.

Amaya just nervously nodded. Somehow, she didn't feel like mentioning that Hoshi caught the cold from her. She put on a false smile to assure Rishid that she believed his words. (Even though, she knows the truth.)

"Rishid-san, could you teach me how to make that medicine that you made for me? My roommate's coughs are getting stronger," she said nervously.

"I would except that one of the ingredients that I need for the remedy is rare. It can't be bought and has to be found. I have no more of it," he said which made Amaya feel guilty.

The last of the rare ingredient was used up for me. she thought unhappily.

Amaya stepped aside when Rishid made for the door; he turned around and informed that he was going to warm up some water for Malik before he went out of the door. Amaya looked over at Malik's sleeping form and spotted the Sennen rod beside the bed. She picked up the heavy item and examined it. She trailed her finger along the smooth golden surface. The familiar eye design stared up at her as she touched it. What's so special about this symbol that it's on almost everything?

A cough came from the bed right next to her. She craned her neck over the bed and peered at Malik, she saw that he was shivering and coughing once every ten seconds. She looked pitifully at him. I wonder if he's suffering right now like I was?

The question was answered when Malik coughed violently than ever. His cough was even louder than Hoshi's that Amaya's eyes bugged out. He was sweating profusely and shivering all over. She guessed she was used to colds wherever she came from, but if Malik lived in warm Egypt all his life. Then he would suffer the most from a cold since he might've never been ill from a common cold.

She tried to look around the room for anything that might help him. There was a table, some chairs, vases, clay pots, baskets...Nope, nothing. She looked at the suffering young man on the bed. She quickly tried to form a plan in her mind for anything she could do. If I could find something warm enough...

She clutched onto her bare arm. A spark went off in her brain; she looked down at her arm. My arms...They're warm. It's the ideal temperature for a human body. She felt his forehead, which was probably as hot as an afternoon in Egypt. She withdrew her hand and muttered,"Can't believe that this is the only thing that I can think of right now..."

She slipped her shoes off as her face was burning in embarrassment. Her face was red enough to be classified as a ripe tomato. Her hands fumbled when she gently raised the blanket off of his body. She carefully slipped her body right next to his body, tucking the blanket tightly around them. Reluctantly, she cuddled up to his chest. She tried to get as close to him as possible. Hopefully, this will bring his temperature down by tomorrow morning! Although, I have to make sure that I get out before he wakes up. Amaya could hear his heartbeat, which relaxed her a little bit.

As much as she tried, Amaya tried to stay awake but found that she couldn't.

A/N: The idea of what happened is originally from Yuu Watase's Fushigi Yuugi: Genbu Kaiden. Okay, please review to see what happens in the next chapter!

Josephine Jekyl: Extremely happy that I have new reviewers. Thank you for your kind comments. I'm also glad that you liked that size problem excuse because I couldn't think of anything else. Well the answer to that question will be answered in the 10th or 11th chapter. I don't really like to reveal what happens next. I like to surprise readers.

ANIME LOVER: Another new reviewer! Yeah, most of my stories are sort of short. Trust me. This story is more than 10 chapters. I estimate there will be 16 or 20 more chapters. Everybody wants to know what'll happen once Malik finds out Amaya's true gender and past. Yep, he finds out about her past before she does. Let's just say that her past is very valuable information for him. - And no, she doesn't know Yami, if that's what you're thinking.