A/N: There are other DD fans! *happy!* And here I thought I was the only one left. :D I hope you'll all come back and read the other large DD epic fic I have in the works.
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Sword sneezed explosively and miserably rubbed his arms in a feeble attempt
to warm up. In hindsight, hunting for a piece of Satan's soul in the snow
covered mountains in nothing but his usual garb of jeans, sneakers, t-shirt and
a thin jacket was one of the most monumentally poor decisions he had made in a
long time. It was in his personal "top-ten errors that he'd love to take back"
list, right up there next to "getting speared on Ios' sword, falling to Earth
and having to use Souma's body to avoid death".
Devils just didn't catch colds, their bodies had more than enough resistance to
mundane illnesses, so Sword was not prepared for the inconvenience of a human's
inferior immune system.
Nanami commented offhandedly with a smile, "I guess idiots can catch colds."
"It's your fault I got sick." Sword glowered at her.
"You were warned to dress warm," She said.
"How should I know that it'd be that cold?!" He snapped.
"Isn't that common sense?" Nanami shot back.
Sword opened his mouth to deliver a scalding reply but had his message
interrupted. Nanami shook her head in a mixture of exasperation and amusement as
Sword was suddenly seized by a sneezing fit.
Ios calmly walked over and offered the Devil a tissue, which was accepted
wordlessly, and said "Bless you."
The tissue dropped from Sword's hand as he clutched at his chest and grimaced in
pain. Ios stared at Sword's doubled over body for a second before smiling
sheepishly and hastily retreating to a safe distance.
Sword glared death at Ios and gasped, "You knew that was going to happen."
"My apologies," Ios offered with poorly concealed smile. "I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Nanami blinked at the two of them quizically.
"That an Angel should never say 'bless you' to a Devil," Ios said brightly as
Sword muttered something inaudible under his breath stomped away.