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Fever dreams were unpleasant as a general rule. But somehow, Satoshi's always, ALWAYS always, came out terribly warped.
For example...
It was brilliantly dark as he woke up in his bedroom, but he could still see the faint light of a grey-blue dawn from far away. It tinted the sky in the distance and the Hiwatari groaned quietly, flopping over so he didn't have to face that coming day.
"Good morning Commander!"
That voice! Satoshi froze, not moving for a second as he plotted his strategy, then made his move, leaping from the bed to his feet were he could adopt a prepared stance for whatever the thief (yes, it was Dark of course) would do next.
Despite this thorough planning, Satoshi leapt out of bed and thumped soundly onto the floor, the bedsheets that came with him adding insult to injury. Dark looked over the bed curiously, purple eyes bemused with the Commander's predicament.
"That's one way to get out of bed. Taking the day head-on are we?"
Satoshi glared up at him fuzzily. Darn his low blood sugar to all--
The thief's head disappeared and as Satoshi stood, he caught sight of Dark bouncing merrily out the door. Wait a minute.
Bouncing? Since when did Dark BOUNCE? This was strange...
The thief was poking into closets and cupboards, looking for something. Satoshi watched from the doorway, not seeing much harm in letting Dark run his usual programming. All valuable artwork was locked up in a hidden safe anyway.
"Commander, I know there's art here." Dark turned to look at the Hikari. "Both of us can sense it."
"I bet you think you can..." Satoshi replied, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded. Secure as the art may be, leaving Dark to "fiddle around" was a stupid idea. Even when Satoshi wanted nothing more then more sleep and his mind to quit playing kalidescope.
Then, there came a comment that he had once heard Risa (oh, it all came back to HER of course, didn't it?) say to one of her friends who had been having trouble staying awake in classes.
Apple juice. Apple juice wakes you up... because it has lots of sugar...
Slowly, with this thought in mind, Satoshi headed towards the kitchen. He could feel Dark's shock radiating across the room in thick waves.
"Commander! You're giving up?"
" . . . "
Apple juice, apple juice... wait a minute, why would he have apple juice? He'd never bought the stuff.
And yet, miraculously, there was a gallon of it in the fridge, innocent as could be. Some things, Satoshi mused as he poured a glass shakily, he would never understand.
But just before he could take a sip--
"DARK-SAMA!"
A blur of red hair and ribbons threw the door open and dove into the thief's arms. Satoshi had no doubts as to its/her identity. No one but Risa Harada.
"I missed you!"
"I missed--"
"And Hiwatari-kun dressed up as you and took me on a date, which I think was very rude of him, and oh it's been so lonely without you, do you like me? And have you ever gone out with a girl?"
Dark stared at her, as did Satoshi but Risa, amazingly, wasn't out of breath. Satoshi could feel the beginnings of a migaine starting and tried the apple juice. It was plain, tasteless, and gave him no energy at all. Dark smirked over at him, over his fangirl's head.
"I switched that stuff with rainwater last night."
"Mnn..." Never mind the apple juice anyway. Dark wouldn't find anything, and he wasn't really being EVIL at the moment... if they could just take their love affair some other place... what was that horrid noise? Something shrieking in his mind...
Satoshi shook his head, contemplating going back to sleep before a stronger headache manifested, and suddenly Risa looked over at him oddly, cocking her head slightly to the left.
"Hiwatari-kun? What are you doing over at the table?"
She walked over to him, Dark kind of fading into the background. Satoshi's headache was getting stronger and he found himself wishing Risa would go back to Dark and not bother him with irritating sympathy.
"Are you okay? You don't look so good and your door was unlocked. Why do you have a gallon of water out?"
"Apple juice..."
Satoshi wasn't interested in explaining the happenings to Risa and the world was getting brighter and brighter besides. Should it really be this light? It was dark only a few minutes ago...
Then he finally heard the shrill of his alarm, echoing through the entire apartment like a siren, shrieking through his thoughts. Dark was gone instantly, the room was dimly lit with stifled grey light from the shutters and the alarm was shrilling through his home to where he sat, half-asleep but now fully-annoyed, at the table.
Crap. It was morning, for real this time.
And Risa was still there, looking at him strangely.
" 'Apple juice'?"
Her expression was priceless, absolute confusion mixed with concern and a hint of 'are-you-MENTALLY-okay?' in her eyes. Satoshi changed the subject.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I usually see you on the way to school and you weren't there so I came and your door was unlocked."
"You weren't here with Dark." Satoshi stated more than asked, trying to piece together dream and reality. Dark hadn't been here. At all.
Satoshi stood slowly and headed off to his bedroom, hoping the girl would take the hint. She didn't move.
"You can go." He stated. It wasn't as if he wanted her to stay, not when he felt so ill... better not to tell the Harada girl that. She might try to make him move in with them or something.
"Are you sure Hiwatari-kun? You don't sound too well..."
"I'm fine."
"Did you have an umbrella last night?"
"Did you imagine me one? No, I didn't."
"You didn't even take an- ARGH! Stupid Hiwatari-kun! Don't expect me to pity you! It's your own fault then!"
"I never made any such demands for your pity Harada-san!"
"Jerk!"
He heard the door slam loudly as she flounced out. Silly female. He could take all the sick days he needed... but now he needed to make up with her, so today he couldn't skip.
It was shaping up to be a rather long day ahead of him.
Filled with warm clothes, tissues and generally sick feelings.
Drat.
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Some of my friends are sick, and fanfic writers generally (GENERALLY) romantize it but being sick sucks. And isn't very romantic. But this is why they are FICTION and not realistic depictions of illness...