Title: Day Three - "say ahh..."
Author/Artist: Mei Zhu
Pairing: Kudoh Yohji x Fujimiya Ran
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Theme: #18. "say ahh..."

Disclaimer: Not our boys. Boys belong to Koyasu Takehito and some other people.

Yohji grumbled to himself as he made his way down the stairs in the morning. One innocent - ok, maybe not-so-innocent - little kiss had ruined his entire life. Omi and Ran seem to think that he has some sort of thing for Ken and Ken was too mad at him to speak.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he suddenly noticed that the entire shop was empty except for Ran who was bent over a plant. "Where is everyone?"

Ran looked up from the plant, looking pale. "Aya-Chan's at school, and Omi and Ken are making a delivery across town that'll take them most of the day." Before he even finished the sentence, however, Ran slumped over and dropped the pot of flowers he was holding.

Yohji, glad of his quick reflexes, managed to catch Ran before the younger man hit the ground but the pot of flowers weren't as fortunate and shattered into small pieces on the ground. Please tell me this is a joke… he thought, looking around desperately. Having never really been around sick people, Yohji wasn't quite sure what to do.

Lucky for him, Omi had gone through a mad, we-need-to-be-safe stage a few days ago and had gone around the house forcing the others to pay attention to the safety procedures he had spent so much time laying out. Carefully lowering Ran to the ground, Yohji ran off to get the first-aid kit. Thank God for Omi's paranoia.

It took less than five seconds to locate the first-aid kit. Inside, Yohji found a small, folded piece of paper with various phone numbers and instructions laid out. If the situation wasn't so grave, he'd have been very amused… Placing the kit down onto the floor, Yohji bent down to pick up Ran – surprised at how light the younger man actually was. Snatching up the kit again, he ran upstairs before his mind could overcome his body; he may be a pervert, but he wasn't planning on groping a poor, defenseless, sick man. (Or, he hoped he wasn't…)

Carefully, Yohji set Ran down onto his bed and scanned the small piece of paper. Following the specific instructions Omi had written down, he dug out a small thermometer from the bottom of the kit and tried to keep his mind on trying to help Ran and not on the many places a thermometer could actually go.

He pulled out the thermometer moments later and compared the temperature on there to the list Omi had set out (thinking about how lucky he was that Omi was a complete freak). 99 degrees – to Yohji's great relief – meant he didn't have to carry Ran to the hospital. He stared down at the serene expression on the other man's face. Lightly brushing away a strand of stray hair, he leaned down for a small kiss. Perhaps his imagination was playing tricks on him – or maybe he just hadn't quite gotten over the dream from last night – but Yohji could have sworn that Ran kissed back.

Yohji carried a bowl of chicken soup upstairs around noontime to check up on Ran. As he opened the door, he found the other man wide awake and sitting up on the bed. He offered the bowl, wordlessly, to Ran.

"What is that…?"

"Oh, shut up. Omi left instructions on what to make, so I made it." Yohji found himself slightly embarrassed at the disfigured soup and quickly tried to cover it up by lifting up a huge spoonful. "Say ah, Ran."

"I can feed myself." Ran snatched the bowl out of Yohji's hands, giving him a glare. The man was obviously not used to being sick or being fed. He gave the soup a few prods with the spoon. "On second thought you try it first."

"It's your fault for getting sick," Yohji defended, not really willing to try the soup. "I told you those calcium pills would help, but you didn't listen."

Ran wordlessly continued to stare down at the bowl for a few minutes before lifting a tiny spoonful and quickly shoving it into his mouth. Yohji watched eagerly for any sign of enjoyment. However, the look on Ran's face was anything but joy. It seemed like eternity before the red-haired man forced himself to swallow. "It's… interesting…" he coughed.

"Oh, don't give me that crap." Yohji snatched the bowl from Ran's hands. "See if I ever make you anything again." As he stalked out of the room, he could have sworn he heard the other man mutter something that sounded close to "thank God…"