A/N: Konnichi wa ^_^ And that is all I have to say. 'Cept I think Hatori
would like to speak with you...
Hatori: GEE WILLIKERS!
Ok, Mawee has just gone crazy so perhaps it's best to leave her alone in case this gets worse...
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"Careful," warned Shigure, nervously taking hold of Mit-chan's arm as she swayed unstably while they crossed the street. He looked down at her; she was practically sleeping on her feet. "We're almost there."
Mit-chan simply nodded, and shivered as sickly cold washed over her. "Arigato..." she mumbled sleepily, eyes drifting shut. Unconsciously, she found herself thinking ~He'd better not pull anything stupid on me.~ but as she realized what she was thinking she was hit by a wave of guilt. She scolded herself for questioning his intentions, even though normally she would have reason to, but even Shigure wouldn't try to pull some sick joke a tired, ill person.
Right?
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Kyo and Yuki were shocked as Shigure walked into the house supporting Mit- chan on his arm. Yuki's expression went dry, and Kyo sprang into his half- form. Kawaii little neko ears sprouted from his orange hair, and he scowled.
"He'll molest you while you sleep." warned Kyo, and Yuki simply stood there, not finding anything to say but not wanting to make it clear that he thought Kyo was probably right... (to their minds, anyways ^_^ I'm not the one to make this a lime... Or am I? oO;;; Gomen, I'm being a hentai while I write this because I just watched Saturday Night Live ^_^)
As Shigure led poor Mit-chan upstairs, Kyo called, "You seem to enjoy sending guests to sleep in my room. DON'T!" he shouted, still traumatized from a certain incident involving Ayame...
"You can stay in my bed." Shigure told Mit-chan in a hushed tone, trying to prevent perverted thoughts from surfacing in his mind as the words escaped his mouth. They pressed and poked at him, but he wouldn't allow himself to think them; he wasn't allowed to be perverted with an invalid. Still, the giggles were caught in his throat.
"Arigato, Shigure-san..." slurred Mit-chan as he laid her gently on the soft surface of his bed and draped the covers over her. Immediately, the brown-haired woman snuggled cozily into the soft pillow, and Shigure smiled. "I'll make you some tea, and bring you something to eat... You must be hungry, ne?"
Mit-chan realized that, although she had been rather full at the coffee shop, now hunger was gnawing at her insides. She nodded.
"I'll be right back then, Mit-chan" said Shigure with a gentle smile, one of those rare solemn ones without the slightest hint of ecchi, diabolical- ness, immaturity or nervousness. Now THAT'S crazy!
He scurried downstairs.
Mit-chan cuddled up into the pillow, inhaling the nice, spicy scent of... well, of Shigure, that drifted mildly around the whole room. (According to me, I think Shigure would be the type to smell all spicy-like, sort of a mixture of cologne and aftershave ^_^ I like that smell. Plus his own personal scent ^_^ Anyway, now my description of the way Shigure smells is out of the way...) She shut her eyes softly, and her mind began to drift, though she couldn't fall completely asleep since it was the middle of the day.
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The kettle boiled. Shigure rushed over and unplugged it, before the noise could disturb Mit-chan, and poured the steaming water carefully into a mug so that it could mingle with the herbs in the teabag. His mouth watered; it smelled delicious.
No time for that. The soup was already burning.
Shigure cursed under his breath. He removed the pot from the heat in one rapid movement, which caused the pot full of soup to fall from his hand and crash to the floor. Chicken soup splashed across the kitchen floor. Shigure winced.
Five minutes later, he had wiped much of the soup from the floor. ~What a waste.~ he grumbled inwardly. By then, the tea had cooled down, and Shigure decided to at least bring that to her before it was ruined, too. On his way past the counter, he grabbed a peach. Much easier to prepare than soup anyhow; all he had to do was rinse it under the tap.
He wondered why he hadn't thought of fruit in the first place, and went back upstairs. Mit-chan was dozing quietly, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders. He had to refrain from making some small noise; a squeal, or maybe a giggle. She looked so /cute/. She stirred, and her eyelids fluttered slowly open as he felt her forehead.
"You're very warm." he mumbled. "Here, drink some tea."
Mit-chan didn't speak; she just took the cup of tea from his hands, mumbling nearly inaudible thanks, and sipped it thoughtfully.
Shigure sat next to her, and watched her in silence as she drank. She seemed very ill, and he hoped that it wasn't anything too serious. Mit-chan finished her tea, and let herself fall back down onto the bed, taking refuge under the warm blankets. She let out a contented sigh.
"I'm going to go get a thermometer." Shigure mumbled, and stood up. He took Mit-chan's mug, left the room, and ambled down the stairs.
"Shigure." Hatori's voice came from the living room as he passed the doorframe, addressing him.
"Ha-san! K'nichi wa!" chirped Shigure, as he walked up to meet the ryu spirit, not surprised at all at his friends appearing out of NOWHERE. Hatori was good at that sort of thing.
Hatori's expression did not change. "Akito wants to see you."
The mug crashed to the floor.
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A/N: NOOOOOO!!!! *DUN DUN DUNNNN*
Oh, and BTW, do you have any idea of how FUN it is to eat honey nut cheerios at 1am? ^___^
Hatori: GEE WILLIKERS!
Ok, Mawee has just gone crazy so perhaps it's best to leave her alone in case this gets worse...
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"Careful," warned Shigure, nervously taking hold of Mit-chan's arm as she swayed unstably while they crossed the street. He looked down at her; she was practically sleeping on her feet. "We're almost there."
Mit-chan simply nodded, and shivered as sickly cold washed over her. "Arigato..." she mumbled sleepily, eyes drifting shut. Unconsciously, she found herself thinking ~He'd better not pull anything stupid on me.~ but as she realized what she was thinking she was hit by a wave of guilt. She scolded herself for questioning his intentions, even though normally she would have reason to, but even Shigure wouldn't try to pull some sick joke a tired, ill person.
Right?
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Kyo and Yuki were shocked as Shigure walked into the house supporting Mit- chan on his arm. Yuki's expression went dry, and Kyo sprang into his half- form. Kawaii little neko ears sprouted from his orange hair, and he scowled.
"He'll molest you while you sleep." warned Kyo, and Yuki simply stood there, not finding anything to say but not wanting to make it clear that he thought Kyo was probably right... (to their minds, anyways ^_^ I'm not the one to make this a lime... Or am I? oO;;; Gomen, I'm being a hentai while I write this because I just watched Saturday Night Live ^_^)
As Shigure led poor Mit-chan upstairs, Kyo called, "You seem to enjoy sending guests to sleep in my room. DON'T!" he shouted, still traumatized from a certain incident involving Ayame...
"You can stay in my bed." Shigure told Mit-chan in a hushed tone, trying to prevent perverted thoughts from surfacing in his mind as the words escaped his mouth. They pressed and poked at him, but he wouldn't allow himself to think them; he wasn't allowed to be perverted with an invalid. Still, the giggles were caught in his throat.
"Arigato, Shigure-san..." slurred Mit-chan as he laid her gently on the soft surface of his bed and draped the covers over her. Immediately, the brown-haired woman snuggled cozily into the soft pillow, and Shigure smiled. "I'll make you some tea, and bring you something to eat... You must be hungry, ne?"
Mit-chan realized that, although she had been rather full at the coffee shop, now hunger was gnawing at her insides. She nodded.
"I'll be right back then, Mit-chan" said Shigure with a gentle smile, one of those rare solemn ones without the slightest hint of ecchi, diabolical- ness, immaturity or nervousness. Now THAT'S crazy!
He scurried downstairs.
Mit-chan cuddled up into the pillow, inhaling the nice, spicy scent of... well, of Shigure, that drifted mildly around the whole room. (According to me, I think Shigure would be the type to smell all spicy-like, sort of a mixture of cologne and aftershave ^_^ I like that smell. Plus his own personal scent ^_^ Anyway, now my description of the way Shigure smells is out of the way...) She shut her eyes softly, and her mind began to drift, though she couldn't fall completely asleep since it was the middle of the day.
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The kettle boiled. Shigure rushed over and unplugged it, before the noise could disturb Mit-chan, and poured the steaming water carefully into a mug so that it could mingle with the herbs in the teabag. His mouth watered; it smelled delicious.
No time for that. The soup was already burning.
Shigure cursed under his breath. He removed the pot from the heat in one rapid movement, which caused the pot full of soup to fall from his hand and crash to the floor. Chicken soup splashed across the kitchen floor. Shigure winced.
Five minutes later, he had wiped much of the soup from the floor. ~What a waste.~ he grumbled inwardly. By then, the tea had cooled down, and Shigure decided to at least bring that to her before it was ruined, too. On his way past the counter, he grabbed a peach. Much easier to prepare than soup anyhow; all he had to do was rinse it under the tap.
He wondered why he hadn't thought of fruit in the first place, and went back upstairs. Mit-chan was dozing quietly, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders. He had to refrain from making some small noise; a squeal, or maybe a giggle. She looked so /cute/. She stirred, and her eyelids fluttered slowly open as he felt her forehead.
"You're very warm." he mumbled. "Here, drink some tea."
Mit-chan didn't speak; she just took the cup of tea from his hands, mumbling nearly inaudible thanks, and sipped it thoughtfully.
Shigure sat next to her, and watched her in silence as she drank. She seemed very ill, and he hoped that it wasn't anything too serious. Mit-chan finished her tea, and let herself fall back down onto the bed, taking refuge under the warm blankets. She let out a contented sigh.
"I'm going to go get a thermometer." Shigure mumbled, and stood up. He took Mit-chan's mug, left the room, and ambled down the stairs.
"Shigure." Hatori's voice came from the living room as he passed the doorframe, addressing him.
"Ha-san! K'nichi wa!" chirped Shigure, as he walked up to meet the ryu spirit, not surprised at all at his friends appearing out of NOWHERE. Hatori was good at that sort of thing.
Hatori's expression did not change. "Akito wants to see you."
The mug crashed to the floor.
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A/N: NOOOOOO!!!! *DUN DUN DUNNNN*
Oh, and BTW, do you have any idea of how FUN it is to eat honey nut cheerios at 1am? ^___^
