Cool Tiles
By: Derrian Star
Chapter 2
"Stop it."
A red dotted hand stopped a fraction of an inch above its intended destination; an inch that seemed to be on a non-stop trek across every part of his body. Quatre looked over to the door where Duo was balancing several items in his hands. Medicine, a thermometer, water, and oven mitts???
"You'll only make it worse trust me." The braided pilot's armload was set in a heap on the side table only keeping the small glass, mercury filled stick. This he promptly stuck in the blonde's mouth, aiming under his tongue. He took a seat in a nearby chair to wait the intended five minutes, shaking his head lightly. "How could you have never gotten chick poxes dude? Especially with 29 sisters. You couldn't have been 'that' sheltered."
Making a move to speak Quatre was only cut off with the raise of a war worn hand. "I was eight when I got them, then every kid with in a mile radius followed suit. Maybe you did get it, but then is it possible to get them twice?!" That thought in mind the brunette jumped his chair back a couple of feet, one eyebrow arcing in question. He had 'really' hated the chicken poxes!
Waiting a moment more, then figuring enough time had passed, the bed ridden Arabian took the thermometer out of his mouth and rotated in the light next to him. He groaned, not pleased with the results seen. He was going to get so far behind because of this! After setting the medical instrument back in the pile of other stuff Duo brought in Quatre looked over the said young man. If he didn't feel like the effort would cause him to go into another itching fit, he would have laughed. Not much scared Duo after all, but it was there, the young business man could clearly see it. His fellow Gundam pilot was afraid of catching the chicken poxes!
"Duo, I've never had the chicken poxes . . ."
The chair was pulled closer after a second, after the words sunk in. "But you 'had' to have had the chicken poxes Quat. 'Everyone' gets the chicken poxes!"
The strategist strived to satisfy another wave of itches by viciously scratching at his arm, his neatly trimmed nails leaving red tracks up and down.
"Quatre!"
"But it itches!" The blond snapped back uncharacteristically. His hands were taken hold of and pulled away, ending the small measure of peace he had gained. His whole body practically throbbed with the irritation now.
Hearing the uproar down the hall Trowa came to see what the commotion was all about. He was greeted by the site of Duo practically up top of Quatre, pinning the ill boy to the bed as he secured large white oven mitts on the blonde's hands. Wrapping them in duct tape so they couldn't be taken off easily.
The normally pale boy was beginning to look a bit flush having one of the braided boy's knees on his chest holding him down, no doubt hindering his ability to breath. But he struggled none the less. The tingle on his skin increasing the longer the battle went on.
The stoic pilot leaned casually on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, there was a small part of him that found this 'very' entertaining.
"Duo! Stop! This isn't fair . . . Duo!!"
Braid flopping over his shoulder Duo plastered a satanic grin on his face, a few more pieces of tape and done! "It's for your own good dude." He chuckled removing his well place knee and settling 'on' the bed instead of 'on' Quatre. "Sister Helen did this to me when I had the chicken poxes. Works well, let me tell ya. I thought I was going to go mental before the week was done."
Aquamarine eyes shifted frantically, looking for a way out of his predicament. They landed on Trowa who was sporting a newly acquired lopsided smile. "Trowa please you have to help me! Tell him he's insane!" He waved his covered hand around wildly. Looking much like a frantic seal.
Following the blondes eyes Duo also looked over to the doorway, rubbing a hand along the back of his brown head sheepishly, yet the grin never left his face. "T-Tro, how long have you been there?" Then under his breath. "Not long I hope . . ."
Ignoring the question the quiet pilot walked over to the bed side and gently took Quatre's chin in his finger tips, turning his head back and forth, causing a faint pink to colour the other boy's cheeks as he was studied in close proximity. Accenting the small red dots that littered his skin.
"You should be resting." Trowa finally said, releasing the boy's pale face, carefully noting the unnatural warmth that radiated from it. He reached over to retrieve the bottle of medicine off the night stand, opened it, and helped the spotted boy take three small, white pills, seeing that it might have been difficult otherwise with his hands covered as they were.
Quatre pursed his thin lips, feeling much like a child who couldn't take care of himself. "You all have had chicken pokes already?" He decided to hold back several annoyed comments racing through his brain and push for his freedom just a bit more.
Trowa nodded, going to close the drapes to the single large window. Duo bounced slightly on the foot of the bed, promptly refusing to look at the banged young man. "It's a normal childhood disease and highly contagious, so break outs spread quickly. It's extremely rare to get it as an adult."
"I don't think any one of my sisters ever had it either." Quatre yawned, politely covering his mouth with a mitten.
"Strange." Trowa gave a shrug and grabbed the tail end of Duo's braid, pulling him towards the open door, paying no heed to the cries of pain he gained. He switched off the lights and pulled the door closed behind them. The last glimpse he saw was the blond settling down with another yawn. Bringing his oven mitt covered hands up to his face, itches slowly being forgot.
"Oven Mitts Duo?"
Still being painfully dragged by his braid into the living room, Duo gave a toothy grin and laughed deep in his throat. "Pretty cool huh? Bet ya never would have thought of that?"
Trowa shook his head, that hadn't been what he was referring to, and Duo knew it.
By: Derrian Star
Chapter 2
"Stop it."
A red dotted hand stopped a fraction of an inch above its intended destination; an inch that seemed to be on a non-stop trek across every part of his body. Quatre looked over to the door where Duo was balancing several items in his hands. Medicine, a thermometer, water, and oven mitts???
"You'll only make it worse trust me." The braided pilot's armload was set in a heap on the side table only keeping the small glass, mercury filled stick. This he promptly stuck in the blonde's mouth, aiming under his tongue. He took a seat in a nearby chair to wait the intended five minutes, shaking his head lightly. "How could you have never gotten chick poxes dude? Especially with 29 sisters. You couldn't have been 'that' sheltered."
Making a move to speak Quatre was only cut off with the raise of a war worn hand. "I was eight when I got them, then every kid with in a mile radius followed suit. Maybe you did get it, but then is it possible to get them twice?!" That thought in mind the brunette jumped his chair back a couple of feet, one eyebrow arcing in question. He had 'really' hated the chicken poxes!
Waiting a moment more, then figuring enough time had passed, the bed ridden Arabian took the thermometer out of his mouth and rotated in the light next to him. He groaned, not pleased with the results seen. He was going to get so far behind because of this! After setting the medical instrument back in the pile of other stuff Duo brought in Quatre looked over the said young man. If he didn't feel like the effort would cause him to go into another itching fit, he would have laughed. Not much scared Duo after all, but it was there, the young business man could clearly see it. His fellow Gundam pilot was afraid of catching the chicken poxes!
"Duo, I've never had the chicken poxes . . ."
The chair was pulled closer after a second, after the words sunk in. "But you 'had' to have had the chicken poxes Quat. 'Everyone' gets the chicken poxes!"
The strategist strived to satisfy another wave of itches by viciously scratching at his arm, his neatly trimmed nails leaving red tracks up and down.
"Quatre!"
"But it itches!" The blond snapped back uncharacteristically. His hands were taken hold of and pulled away, ending the small measure of peace he had gained. His whole body practically throbbed with the irritation now.
Hearing the uproar down the hall Trowa came to see what the commotion was all about. He was greeted by the site of Duo practically up top of Quatre, pinning the ill boy to the bed as he secured large white oven mitts on the blonde's hands. Wrapping them in duct tape so they couldn't be taken off easily.
The normally pale boy was beginning to look a bit flush having one of the braided boy's knees on his chest holding him down, no doubt hindering his ability to breath. But he struggled none the less. The tingle on his skin increasing the longer the battle went on.
The stoic pilot leaned casually on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, there was a small part of him that found this 'very' entertaining.
"Duo! Stop! This isn't fair . . . Duo!!"
Braid flopping over his shoulder Duo plastered a satanic grin on his face, a few more pieces of tape and done! "It's for your own good dude." He chuckled removing his well place knee and settling 'on' the bed instead of 'on' Quatre. "Sister Helen did this to me when I had the chicken poxes. Works well, let me tell ya. I thought I was going to go mental before the week was done."
Aquamarine eyes shifted frantically, looking for a way out of his predicament. They landed on Trowa who was sporting a newly acquired lopsided smile. "Trowa please you have to help me! Tell him he's insane!" He waved his covered hand around wildly. Looking much like a frantic seal.
Following the blondes eyes Duo also looked over to the doorway, rubbing a hand along the back of his brown head sheepishly, yet the grin never left his face. "T-Tro, how long have you been there?" Then under his breath. "Not long I hope . . ."
Ignoring the question the quiet pilot walked over to the bed side and gently took Quatre's chin in his finger tips, turning his head back and forth, causing a faint pink to colour the other boy's cheeks as he was studied in close proximity. Accenting the small red dots that littered his skin.
"You should be resting." Trowa finally said, releasing the boy's pale face, carefully noting the unnatural warmth that radiated from it. He reached over to retrieve the bottle of medicine off the night stand, opened it, and helped the spotted boy take three small, white pills, seeing that it might have been difficult otherwise with his hands covered as they were.
Quatre pursed his thin lips, feeling much like a child who couldn't take care of himself. "You all have had chicken pokes already?" He decided to hold back several annoyed comments racing through his brain and push for his freedom just a bit more.
Trowa nodded, going to close the drapes to the single large window. Duo bounced slightly on the foot of the bed, promptly refusing to look at the banged young man. "It's a normal childhood disease and highly contagious, so break outs spread quickly. It's extremely rare to get it as an adult."
"I don't think any one of my sisters ever had it either." Quatre yawned, politely covering his mouth with a mitten.
"Strange." Trowa gave a shrug and grabbed the tail end of Duo's braid, pulling him towards the open door, paying no heed to the cries of pain he gained. He switched off the lights and pulled the door closed behind them. The last glimpse he saw was the blond settling down with another yawn. Bringing his oven mitt covered hands up to his face, itches slowly being forgot.
"Oven Mitts Duo?"
Still being painfully dragged by his braid into the living room, Duo gave a toothy grin and laughed deep in his throat. "Pretty cool huh? Bet ya never would have thought of that?"
Trowa shook his head, that hadn't been what he was referring to, and Duo knew it.