Chapter 4: Feeling Sick

Hiei tossed and turned as his stomach did the same. He had never been sick a day in his life, and now that he was, he decided he would rather be dead.

Kurama entered the room with a bowl of soup.

"Care for something to eat now, Hiei?" He asked, setting it down on the small coffee table across from the sofa.

Hiei shook his head, but he watched as Kurama's eyes glinted an evil glint and he changed his answer to a nod. Kurama smiled and broke a cracker into the chicken soup.

"Now, you don't have to eat all of it, but try to eat as much as you can, okay?"

Hiei replied with his typical, "hn".

He took a spoonful of the soup and slurped it loudly. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't filling. He didn't even feel hungry, but it was better than tossing and turning nauseously .

"Is it any good?" Kurama asked.

Hiei sneezed and lost the spoonful of soup that was on the way to his mouth. It splattered onto his lap. Kurama chuckled.

"Bless you."

Hiei frowned.

"I don't want anymore of this gruel," he spat.

Suddenly, Kurama's teeth bared and his eyes began to grow a dark red. He hissed , then roared, grabbing poor Hiei by his tiny shaking shoulders.

"No one," he snarled, "no one ever calls my soup gruel! Do you hear me, you nasty, forsaken troll?!"

Hiei's eyes grew the size of saucers as he bobbed his head up and down frantically, then he felt it. A sick rumble in his stomach that made it's way to his throat, and out of his mouth.

After he was finished with the violent act, he stared at Kurama's vomit soaked shirt in complete horror.

"For the love of…"

Kurama was not the vicious creature, however. He was normal, safe Kurama again, smiling.

"It's quite alright, Hiei," he stated reassuringly, "I'll just go change shirts."

Hiei nearly died of relief. He layed back down and tried to dissolve the bitter taste of vomit in his mouth.

Kurama returned wearing a clean shirt, and yet another glass of juice.

"Here you go, Hiei," he said softly, "just drink tiny sips-oh, looks like you're equipped with a tummy virus."

Hiei snarled.

"I don't have a tummy, Kurama, it's called a stomach!"

Kurama hissed.

"If I wanna say tummy, then I'll say tummy!!!!!!!!"

Hiei nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Later, he began to toss and turn again, feeling viciously ill. He wanted the night to end so the normal Kurama would return and stay there.

He winced as he heard Kurama enter the living room, yet again with that god-awful thermometer.

"Hiei, temperature time."

Hiei groaned, but opened his mouth as the object was inserted in once again. He hated having his temperature taken because his nose was stuffy and he could barely breath through it. At the same time, he had to keep his mouth closed, so he could barely breath at all.

When it finally beeped, Kurama retrieved it and smiled.

"Goodness, Hiei, your fever's gone down some, I can say you're in good condition."

"Good enough to go home?" Hiei asked, trying to hide his excitement.

Kurama shook his head.

"Not by a long shot, you still need some rest."

Hiei turned over and felt tears swell in his eyes. He was tired, miserable, nauseous, terrified of Kurama's inner demon, wearing airplane pajamas, he had to go the restroom because he drank so much juice, and cold.

"Hiei?"

Kurama put a hand on the blanket covering Hiei, and patted it lightly.

"Come now, you'll feel better soon enough, but everyone gets sick once in awhile."

Hiei grunted, but this time so Kurama wouldn't hear him sniffling.

"Tell you what, when you're feeling better, we'll go to Makai and visit Yukina!"

Hiei wiped his eyes and turned to look at him.

"Can we pick fights with other demons?" He asked hopefully.

Kurama nodded.

"Sure thing."

Hiei turned over again.

"Whatever."

He coughed and blindly reached for the juice. Kurama helped him a bit by handing him the glass.

"I think you should give one of my soiled Kleenexes to that rotten beast Kuwabara so he can catch this wretched cold."

Kurama smiled.

"Certainly, anywho, it's getting late so I'm going to let you get some sleep, okay?"

Hiei grunted.

As Kurama left to turn out the light, he said, "See you in the morning, Hiei."

When darkness filled the room, Hiei heard the Kurama hiss, "That is, if you make it till morning."

Hiei listened in horror as he heard the ware-Kurama travel to his own room chanting softly, "If you should die before you wake."

To Be Continued….