In today's chap we touch on a little bit of Shayera's ability and find out a bit of what it can do. The first explanation hat I had for this ability was way better than this one, but since the site acted up when I tried to save the previous explanation- I sort of lost it and couldn't recall it all word for word.

Toshinori will do some research into it later on and find out some stuff so just be patient.

"Well you don't exactly have a temperature." Toshi muttered to himself with a small frown as he looked away from the small digital thermometer to his fiancée whom was lying on his bed, dressed in one of his baggy track suits with her long dark hair hanging over her shoulder in a thick braid, glaring out into space with an adorable pout on her face.

"But that doesn't explain why you were throwing up. Though maybe going without food and water for so long might have messed up your stomach more than I thought. Instead of eating pizza, I suppose that I should have simply made you some nice easy rice porridge or something."

"Don't bother," Shay said in a raspy tone as he started to put the thermometer away so that he could go and do just that. He paused upon hearing her raspy voice and gave her a curious glance before she just said, "I wouldn't be able to hold any of it down right now. So trying to eat it would be a wasted effort. Instead I should eat some crackers and drink some ginger ale to help settle my stomach."

"O-Oh? I didn't realize that those things could actually help with an upset stomach."

She gave him a slight nod and leaned back on the small mountain of pillows that he'd placed behind her once he'd carried her out of the bathroom earlier. "It's kind of common sense, Toshi." Shay said in a tired tone as she scrubbed her face with her hands in an effort to stave off the drowsiness that she was feeling.

Dammit she didn't have time to be sick. She needed to finish her project and take it to her momma before it was too late. After all, it was the kimono that she would be wearing when she was buried. So it was important.

Toshi didn't comment on her words, he didn't really feel the need to since he knew that she was just a tad bit miffed that she wouldn't be working on her project anytime soon. Besides, being ill usually made a person bad tempered depending on how badly they felt.

He was just happy that she wasn't screaming at him or crying.

He could handle anything from her right then but those two extremes. In fact, if she didn't blink or break eye contact with him in a second he was going to go get a frying pan for her to smack him over the head with if it would make her feel any better.

Though he knew that logically him being hit by a frying pan wouldn't make her feel better at all- hope sprang eternal.

"Okay..." He finally said after a few more minutes of silence from her, "No rice porridge. Only crackers and ginger ale. Got it. I'll just zip over to the convenience store down the road and get you some of those. Do you want anything else, angel?"

"My sewing stuff since I'm being held prisoner by you in this bed."

"No." Toshi said sternly, not caring how badly she wanted the stuff. She needed rest and food and by god she was going to have an over abundance of both before he was done with her. "Today is about rest and little else. If I catch you trying to work, or even getting up out of that bed for any reason other than to go to the bathroom- I'll tie you to the bed and keep you there."

Shay flinched at his tone and looked at him with wide shocked eyes, as if he had just struck her.

The flinching thing was new to him since most people that he came into contact with generally didn't flinch whenever he spoke to them. The whole, 'shocked and looking as if he had just slapped her' thing though, that shit had to fucking go.

He'd never in his live raised a hand to a woman before in his life. Not even when he was working as a pro-hero did he ever raise his hand to a woman. And he'd had his ass damn near kicked by quite a few female villain's in his time because he refused to fight them. So seeing his own fiancée- the one person in the world that he was seriously starting to fall for look at him like that, pissed him off.

Finally she looked away from him and bowed her head so that she was looking at her hands instead of him. Giving him a moment or so to squash the urge to rip something apart and calm himself as he moved across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly started to reach out to take her hand when she said in a small voice, "D-Do you know what a child of calamity is Toshi?"

He paused for a moment in mid motion as he searched his memory for any references while he grasped her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles as he felt his anxiousness spike and his breath hitch somewhat as he was gradually starting to fill in some of the blanks about her that she had refused to speak of before when they had first met.

Everyone and their cousin knew what a child of calamity was.

Especially in the hero community.

The history of those unfortunate enough to be labeled as children of calamity was fraught with blood and peril. Once highly regarded and prized among lords and nobles going further back than the feudal era- children of calamity were more often than not either considered witches or priestesses touches by the gods. For they held within them greater power than the average human being.

Those who saw them use their ability to predict disasters always wanted them. Either as wives, concubines, or simply as breeders for royal bloodlines who wished to have one or more young children born to them with the ability.

Many of the girls had wars fought for them, while many others simply were murdered by their lords, masters, and husbands later on once their ability had finally driven them insane.

In midevil times, they were called 'dark ones' for their knowledge of death and when it would strike and most were burned at the stake or hung.

Many women and young children with the ability were hunted down and slaughtered.

However in today's day and age, while very little is still known about the ability itself, many have speculated that it isn't a dark or evil ability. Only misunderstood. Due to the fact that children of calamity often saw or sensed disasters and death on a nearly global scale, people tended to only see the bad in the ability instead of the possibility of anything positive.

But since a true child of calamity hadn't been seen or heard of in many generations it wasn't difficult for anyone with half a brain to guess that any that may have managed to survive such attacks must have gone into hiding to prevent history from repeating itself.

"Shayera, are you a-" She slowly nodded her head and cringed a little bit upon hearing him sharply suck in a breath as he tightened his grip on her hand a little bit before then demanding, "Tell me what it is that you've felt?"

"My mom is going to die the day after tomorrow. I had planned to finish the embroidery on the kimono that I've been working on because it's what she'll be wearing when she's laid to rest..." She said dully, not looking at him.

Toshi put aside his feelings about learning that she was a child of calamity for a moment and took a few seconds to think on how to help her before remembering that he had a friend that liked to do embroidery work, perhaps he could suggest that his friend finish what was left of the work on the kimono so that she didn't have to worry so much about it getting done, and rest for today.

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that I understand Shayera but at least let me do something to help you. I have a friend who likes to do embroidery-"

"No."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Toshi, but no. It has to be me," She finally said while looking him in the eye. He opened his mouth to argue with her about it a little more when she suddenly asked, "If it was me who died- would you want anyone else making the arrangements and decisions?"

Toshi let out a menacing sound and snarled angrily, "Never! You will never die and leave me behind Shayera! I will not allow it!" There thought of her being ripped from his life and leaving him alone scared the hell out of him.

The mental images conjured by her words, of her lying dead and cold in a coffin...painfully twisting his insides. It churned his stomach to even think of it in passing hypothetically.

Sighing, Shay simply sat there for a moment and stared at his angry expression and wondered if perhaps she had spoken out of turn and simply said, "I didn't mean it like that Toshi, I was just trying to make a point."

"I know that! But I expect you to live with me until we're both old and grey and die the same exact moment, in this bed, being held in my arms!" He growled out as he pushed his fingers though his hair before finally getting up and starting to stalk off before calling out, "I'll get your stuff and then run to the store. But you are staying there and when I come back the two of us are taking a very, very long nap together so I suggest that you finish your work quickly."