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Author's Note: Oh, yes. It's a drabble. Amazing, ne? My cat totally freaked on my mouse (the one attached to the computer) while I was uploading this.

Fit

~Sakura's Viewpoint~

Sakura cringed as the ninja succumbed to another coughing fit, the course sound ripping it's way up his throat like a chainsaw. "Kurogane-san, are you sure you don't want to drink some tea?"

The red eyed man just looked at her, not deeming her thrice asked question with another answer. He was a half shade pale, complexion hardly giving away the discomfort he was in with chest pains and a cough that would paralyze a weaker man. It didn't help that he was absolutely allergic to whatever plant they were growing everywhere in this world and to make matters worse- he was a horrible patient.

Sakura sighed, returning to the kitchen and backing down for the moment…

Or at least until he fell asleep and then maybe Moko-chan would help hide his sword and they could use it as black mail to make him drink.

For his own good of course.

"And what is Miss. Sakura-chan thinking about that could make her make a face like that?"

She looked up, thoughts interrupted by a light voice, and barely stopping herself in time to keep from running into the blond wizard. "I can't get Kurogane to drink any tea." She confessed with a frown.

The mage chuckled, patting her on the head with a motherly smile. "It's alright, Sakura-chan. Kuro-woof is just being stubborn."

"But if he doesn't drink any tea he won't get better and his throat must hurt so much…" She couldn't help pouting, she just wanted to help.

"Like I said, Kuro-woof is just being stubborn and for every stubborn person there's a way to deal with them." He winked, taking the mug from her. "Watch carefully now, you might have to use this same tactic on Syaoran-kun someday."

A mischievous glint twinkled darkly in his eyes as she watched him walk back out to the living room to ask the same question she had already tried so many times today.

"Would Kuro-daddy like some tea to make his throat feel all better?"

"No. Go away." The ninja half growled, saving his curses for when he felt more like using them.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you positive?"

"Yes, damnit!"

"Are you sure you're positive?"

"Mage…"

"Are you sure you're positive you're sur-"

"For Kami's sake leave me the hell alo- mph-!"

In less than the second it took to see the opportunity Fai had drained half the mug and sealed his lips firmly to the ninja's.

- a very long moment later -

"And as you can see by all his cursing he's already feeling better."

"I see…" Sakura nodded sheepishly. "And you said this will probably work on Syaoran-kun if he ever gets sick?"

"Yes. Though he probably won't give you a black eye for it." The mage giggled, walking away to find some ice for his face.

Author's Note: Wow. So much longer than planned. I thought about posting this one on it's own since it's not really a drabble but it fits in with my letters/words so I figured it'll be a gift to those of you reading this. :)