AN: This will be some silly and sad moments around Yoite, gathered over his shortlived life. This is chapter one and if there is enough interest I will make more. Grammars will be there as I am not native English and always in a rush between my life things and rare free time. Enjoy!

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As the clock ticks away

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Yoite suppressed a cough the whole way up to the staircase. His increasing headache had turned him paler and weaker by the minute. At this point he nearly gave up on hiding his pain and softly let out a groan as he pulled himself towards the door. Luckily, Yukimi was at his side and secretly observed his ward closely until the breaking point of his second grunt. His knees buckled and without a word the blond hooked his arm under the kira users armpit before he had a chance to collapse on the floor.

Yoite didn't want this. He didn't want his help. But he also let him drag his useless body to Yukimi's place. At the door Yukimi held him up against the wall as he took off his own shoes and this was the time when the kira user find his own footing again. Yukimi saw that and let him go inside first. Without a word Yoite placed himself on the ground in the corner of the room and hid his face behind his up folding knees.

Now that the pale ninja was off his feet he let out a third grunt. But this time it was out of relieve. It sounded actually like a sigh he presumably had held back the entire time. It made Yukimi happy for some reason. The kid finally felt save within this place. It took him a long while.

There still was nothing said to each other and this was normal. Yukimi decided to make the poor kid some lemonade in order to give him some unspoken affection. It was in fact the only thing the kid wanted. That… and sweet food like cake and stuff. Anything that had a strong sweet smell to it.

Behind the blond's back something fell to the ground and Yukimi nearly yelped.

Yoite was lying in the ground, teeth chattering. His arms still hugging his long legs in order to make himself as small and nonexistent as possible. Quickly he dropped on his knees besides him and looked him over for a bit. Yoite was still conscious. Just in a lot of pain. "You still good, kid? What's the matter, now? Is it your head, still?" Yoite nodded.

"How long does it hurt like that? A day, maybe two?" Yoite grunted while trying to hide his face even further. "A-about one week…" Yukimi blinked in surprise. Not to the fact that it has been that long, but to the fact that he was talking back for once. Yukimi eyed the bloodstain on the kid's gloves. The kira user was getting worse and it was time that he informed the boss about it. Yoite wasn't doing well with the fieldwork, anymore. He had to ask Hattori about it. For a less active role in this.

With a sad frown Yukimi started with making the poor kid some lemonade and sat it on the ground as he took place next to him.

"That is a long time. A whole week. Kazaho said it was just a migraine, right? Those things doesn't take a whole week. You seeing okay? No weird lights, or doublesighted?" Yoite didn't respond and grunted again. The fact that he shivered all over Yukimi could tell the kira used must've been with fever. Yet he didn't dare to check. So he just took a blanket and placed it around him. "Want me to call her?" Yoite let a cough escape his lips by accident as he wanted to answer. "Please, don't do that, Yukimi. I just need a little rest that's all."

It took Yukimi by surprise. An honest respond from the kid. Again. He really wanted to be here and rest in peace for the moment. A smile crept up his face and nodded at the kid.

"Fine by me. Just go lay on the couch this time. I know you want to. It's our couch. Not mine alone. And that goes for every night." Yoite coughed again and started to get up from the ground. He looked at him for a brief moment. There is where he saw this weird look. He was grateful for him saying that. "If it gets worse overnight. Would you please let me know? I don't want you to go coughing up blood during missions like today. You understand?" Yoite gave a small nod before nearly crawling to the couch. His hat rolled of his head and he didn't notice. Some red dots stained the floor and Yukimi saw the bloody nose. Yoite didn't even know he was bleeding until he sniffled a bit.

Before he could wipe it away Yukimi gave him a wet cloth. "Clean yourself with this and lay your head back like that. That's right." Yoite heaved a sigh. He was definitely not feeling at his best.

It didn't took long before the poor kid fell asleep and Yukimi let him rest. He had a ton of work to do anyways.

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By midnight Yoite started to moan in his sleep and Yukimi looked up from his computer. The kira user shot up from the couch and looked around, his breathing was rushed and sticky. When he noticed Yukimi looked at him he gasped. "N-need… something…" Yukimi blinked suspiciously. "Like what?" he had to ask, meanwhile he hurried at the kid. Things got pretty clear when the poor black haired teen started heaving. "Oh! Eh.. hold on." Soon he got a bucket from the kitchen and held it under the kid's nose. The big blue eyes got so big, he'd never seen them like this. The fact that Yoite didn't even try to get to the toilet was a bad sign. Maybe Yukimi had made the wrong choice leaving him be for the night. Maybe Yoite was sicker then he thought.

Soon the kira user buckled over and puked out all he had been eaten that day. Which was more than enough if you asked him. The teen could eat a lot and still look like a starved kitten. One thing he learned about the effects of learning this forbidden technique. You will grow tall as much as he'll grow poor. Because there is never enough food to contain his body.

"Aw damnit! That is just nasty. Are you done?" Yoite hiccupped, whipped his mouth and then started again. By the time he was done, his hair stuck to his skull. He was sweating and shivering and he couldn't contain himself any longer. He was downright miserable.

"That's it. I am calling Kazaho." The phone was out faster than Yoite could respond to that. He knew he was screwed by now. "C-can I at least get a fresh pair of gloves?" Yukimi looked down at the kid and saw how dirty they got.

"Jees.. Next time aim for the bucket, kid."

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It had turned out do to his poor immune system he have gotten himself a nasty stomach bug. On top of his normal lung and heart problems. He was a freaking mess and had to stay overnight, for the remaining night at least, in the hospital under the supervision of Kazaho.

"Yukimi, are you feeding him enough iron? His bloodwork showed a lot more problems than usual." Kazaho stuck the end of her pen in her mouth as she looked up the medical chart with her brother affront of her.

"Are you kidding! He gets plenty. It's the damn Kira technique. Don't put the blame on me." He scratched the back of his head for a moment. "He gets worse, right?" he asked in a calmer manner.

Kazaho sighed. "Yes. But with a bit more of these pills he will get rid of the nausea and the headaches." She gave him two bottles of pills. All serious business. "Keep him close for the next week, alright? Just until his bug is gone."

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"It's nothing. Just my throat hurts, that's all," Yoite whispered to Miharu who was surprised to find him affront of his aunt's house. He had let him inside and made him something to eat, still not sure what kind of business the powerful greywolf member had, here? "I-i… wanted to ask how you're doing. Can you use the Shinra banshou yet?" Yoite looked at him with these glassy eyes. Miharu blinked. There was a pause.

"No."

Yoite frowned.

"That's too bad…" he murmured. Then started coughing. His voice was nearly gone at this point.

"Yeah… I know. Can I make you some tea, instead?" Miharu asked faceless.

"That sounds good."

"Alright."

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After the short visit the kira user walked outside with Miharu on foot. "Are you going back again? Isn't that a long walk?" Yoite snorted. "See you another time Miharu," he whispered then he did his secret ninja trick where he was supposed to disappear from this place and reappear a long distant further as the wind blew around him. But… he just reappeared a couple of steps further away and started coughing violently. His hands on this knees bowing forward, Yoite started spitting up blood. Miharu looked at him in total disbelieve. Did Yoite already got this bad overnight? Was this why he had come all this way? To ask if he could hurry up with his part of the deal yet. And make him disappear before he dies?

"Yoite… You can take a bus, you know. Or a cab." Yoite was finally able to look up to the fragile looking boy and snorted again. But Miharu was right.

"I… would rather eat my hat that to sit for hours in a cab with another man who likes to talk about… life." Miharu shrugged.

"Want to use the phone inside? You can call that Yukimi guy." Yoite thought this one over as he swayed on his feet.

"That… seems like the better option right now. Thanks Miharu." Yoite coughed some more as he walked back inside the house.

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