It's short, but I think you'll all like it anyway. Please remember while reading this that Shusuke doesn't want his 'babies' to grow up. That is why he's kind of... harsh in respect to Sora. Enjoy!

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Ayumu hadn't met Ayase yet, Taka-oji-san and Munehiro-oji-san's new son, but he knew that the other boy had very quickly been accepted into their 'little family'. Enough so, in fact, that everyone was moving back into the Trivial Property once more so that Ayase would be able to learn to deal with... Everything that was happening to him, Ayumu supposed. It certainly didn't hurt that Ayumu himself would be there to help the boy get his thoughts across, as Ayumu had heard that Ayase was to be going through extensive therapy for his voice.

"Ayumu, where should I put this?" Sora asked, holding up one of Ayumu's many books.

"Until the shelves come in... We will leave them in the box," Ayumu said quietly, and Sora smiled at him. For some reason, it seemed to make Sora happy when Ayumu spoke more. Ayumu liked to see the other boy smile, and so he did his best to speak in complete sentances for him.

"Gotcha," Sora answered, and continued to work before pausing to sneeze. Sora rubbed his nose sheepishly, "Excuse me-- Achoo!" Sora sneezed again and Ayumu looked at him inquizitively. He then crossed the room and pressed his forehead to that of the blushing boy's.

"You have fever," Ayumu said simply, but anyone who knew him could see the fear and worry in his eyes. "You should lie down." Sora started to protest, but Ayumu shook his head and the other boy fell obediantly silent. He then allowed Ayumu to led him over to one of the two beds in the room, and crawled under the covers at Ayumu's silent order. The younger boy kissed his forehead and quietly informed him that he was going to go and call Dr. Hatchett. There was a silent threat in his eyes that told him that he was not allowed to leave the bed until he came back.

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"You were right to call me, Ayumu, he has a fever of 104," Dr. Hatchett sighed. "I'm going to say that bed rest and cold medicine are the best for you, young man, and you can call me aain if it does not blow over by the end of the weekend. You will probably have to miss some school."

"How do you always get here so fast?" Sora asked, his cheeks flushed with fever and his eyes half drooped.

"That's just the fever talking, son, take some medicine and you'll stop thinking such things in no time," Dr. Hatchett promised.

"It's not the fever, I was just wondering how you always manage to drop everything to come when you're called. No human outside of a fanfiction should be able to do that!" Sora exclaimed, and Dr. Hatchett sighed.

"Good luck, Ayumu," Dr. Hatchet said, and Ayumu nodded in answer before the elderly man left the room.

"Do you think that we're in some kind of fanfiction, Ayumu?"

"It's just the fever, Senpai," Ayumu said, taking the cloth on Sora's head and rewetting it in a bowl of cold water.

"Hmm, I love you Ayumu," Sora said dazedly and Ayumu just nodded. He had a feeling that it was going to seem like a long while until Sora was better.

"And I love you, Senpai."

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Ayase found that he was in an odd situation. He was around people like himself for the first time in his life, and there were so many of them! And now they werer all living together, and had been since the day before... To be completely honest, Ayase was feeling incredibly grateful for that, because it made it seem like less of a transition from the orphanage, which also had many many people, and which he had spent his entire life until now in.

'I'm at the bottom,' Ayase reminded himself, 'I can only go up.'

"Excuse me, Ayase-kun, is it?" Ayase turned to see a smiling man standing behind him, leaning against the frame of his open door. Ayase nodded an affirmative to the man. This man had a... strange aura, there was no other way to put it. It was orage and blue and yellow and purple... Colors that did not normally mix. Yes, this person was interesting, but not dangerous, well not for Ayase anyway. "I'm Shusuke Tezuka," The man said, "I just wanted to introduce myself, since I saw your door open."

Ayase watched the man carefully, not sure of how to respond to that without the use of his voice. Thankfully, Tezuka-san made it easy for him.

"I have two children myself, Ayumu and Atsuko," Shusuke went on. Ayase nodded. He had seen the girl, Atsuko. She also had an interesting aura, but hers was a bit more direct than her father's-- It had practically screamed 'I'm cute and adorable, but I'm also smart and feisty, so there'. He had learned of her name and of her twin brother through Takashi at dinner the night before, but Ayumu had yet to make an appearance. Apparently he was holed up in his room. He had yet to hear the reason for the strange behavior.

"Actually," Shusuke's voice brought him back to the subject at hand, "Ayase, I have a favor to ask you."

One of Ayase's eyebrows rose in question. Shusuke chuckled.

"My son, Ayumu, has been up in his room, tending to his sick... Fukubuchou, and I'm starting to worry. He hasn't even been taking his meals with the rest of us, I'm sure you've noticed." Shusuke sighed, "His Fukubuchou only has a cold, and it's not like Ayumu needs to be by his side at every second, so I'd like you to convince him to go out for a bit. Would you?"

Ayase gave the smiling man a look, rtying to communicate the simple question of 'how?'. Shusuke smiled, clearly understanding.

"Ayumu is an acute psychic. Reach out to him with your mind and he will hear you, voice or no voice." Ayase was intrigued by this, and so nodded an afirmative.

Shusuke smiled again and pat the young boy on the back as he went past. "Thank you, Ayase-kun, you're a huge help."