I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Okay sorry about that, this is why you shouldn't let me write when I'm extremely tired as I am now XD So how's everyone been? What are you giys doing for the 4th? As you can see, I'm using the holiday to write fanfiction XD

Also one other thing, would anyone like to beta this story? I've been doing it myself from the start and checking it has never been much of a problem. Except now I've become a Beta for another story and things tend to get delayed a bit... hm?

Enjoy~!

As Miharu jogged down the street towards the okonomiyaki restaurant he was looking forward to seeing the dark haired ninja he cherished so much.
Yoite had only stirred and coughed a little the day before, but Miharu didn't let this bother him. Yoite was still weak so he wouldn't wake up every day, this was normal, or at least that's what the emerald pools convinced themselves.

Miharu dropped his backpack and kicked off his shoes in the small closet that opened off the hall.

"Grandma I'm home!" he called as he poked his head into the kitchen for a moment before he ran up the stairs two at a time before vanishing from the old woman's line of sight.

"Young love" she said to herself and giggled a bit. It was so weird to see Miharu fawning over someone like he fawned over Yoite.

Miharu's face fell and his good mood evaporated the moment he opened the thin, wooden door and stepped into the room he and Yoite shared. From a first glance it seemed that Yoite had kicked his blankets onto the floor and was muttering in his sleep.
"Yoite..." Miharu whispered as he approached his friend slowly, as if he were a sick animal that could bite.

A dry sob could be heard as the green eyes boy got closer to Yoite. The boy was shivering violently and his angelic face was screwed up in pain; when Miharu felt his forehead with a small hand he felt heat radiating from the pale skin, Yoite had a fever.

Miharu didn't know what to do, there was only one thought running though his head in that moment: 'He was getting better!.'
A slender hand moved from Yoite's forehead to his boney shoulders and began to shake them in a panic. In that moment he forgot about the fragility of Yoite's still healing flesh and was only focused on getting those blue eyes to open again.

"Yoite! Yoite wake up! YOITE!" he cried desperately at the trembling figure in front of him, Miharu was close to breaking down in fear when the older boy didn't respond immediately.

Painstakingly slowly a clear azure eye opened, followed by another equally beautiful companion.

"Mi...haru..." Yoite said feebly as he saw two brilliant green spots close to his face. Miharu
sighed in relief and slid his arms around Yoite to bring him into a tight embrace.

"Shh... You'll be alright" he cooed soothingly into the older boy's ear as he pressed the thin frame into his chest. After they had drawn a little comfort from each other's presence Miharu loosened his hold on Yoite and leaned back to see his face. The blue eyed boy looked sick, scared, and cold.
Miharu quickly gather up the blankets that had fallen to the floor and wrapped them around Yoite tightly; embracing him again to help warm the older boy up.

"Miharu..." Yoite said very hoarsely as he tried to put his arms around the figure in front of him.

"What is it?" Miharu whispered gently as he ran iris fingers through Yoite's silky hair.

"I..." Yoite cut himself off when he started coughing weakly into Miharu's shoulder. The blur eyed boy covered his mouth with a discolored hand and tried to pull away from Miharu.
Miharu just stared worriedly at the thin male and did his best to comfort him by grabbing the blackened hand that was trying to push him away with both of his smaller ones.

"Yoite..." Miharu watched helplessly as Yoite's coughing became more violent; the spasms they were causing were exhausting Yoite's weakened body and he couldn't stop them.
Green eyes filled with tears as Miharu watched as Yoite pulled his hand away from Miharu to join it's twin at his mouth, trying to stifle the painful coughs. All this movement had dislodged the IV from Yoite's wrist and the small needle was now swinging freely near Miharu's elbow.

It was breaking the younger boy's heart to see Yoite in so much pain and not be able to do anything to help his beloved. Secretly he wished he still had the Shinrabansho so he could make Yoite better right this instant.

Steadily Yoite became too tired to even cough anymore and would've fallen backwards onto his mattress if Miharu hadn't caught him quickly.
Even in his exhausted state Yoite was trying to push Miharu away, even as the younger boy layed him down and covered him with the thick blanket.

Cobalt blue eyes closed seconds after Yoite had been covered, exhausted from the frame racking coughs that had shaken his skeletal frame.

Only when Yoite had fallen unconscious did Miharu realize why the older boy had been trying to push him away.

Yoite had covered his left hand with his other one in a desperate attempt to make sure Miharu didn't see what covered the discolored flesh.

Blood.

NOW I KNOW YOU GUYS ALL WANT TO KILL ME BUT TAKE A MOMENT AND THINK. If you kill me now, this fanfiction shall never be finished... So lemme live? Please? And to take your minds off the blood lust directed at me how about you reviews? :3