It was hot. Very hot. Unmei tried to roll over and kick the blankets off but felt something hard next to her. She opened her eyes and looked over at Hiei. No wonder she was so hot. The amount of blood she lost was getting back to her now; the strain it was putting on her sick body was making the fever worse and then, at least she thought, she rolled up against a fire demon. She sat up. She couldn't breath, it was too hot.

"Water," she coughed.

Hiei cracked an eye and looked up at her. "What?" He saw red and opened both eyes. She was flushed and sweating. He sat up behind her and almost put his hand on her shoulder, but drew it back.

"I need something to drink…"

He stuck to his cold monotone voice, not wanting to sound too sympathetic. "And you can't go get it?

She turned to show him more of her face. She was sure she had to be red as a boiled lobster by now. He got up and left the room.

"Ice please!" She thought she heard a 'hn' in response.

He came back with a large glass filled with ice water and put it to her mouth.

"I can—" water went in her mouth before she could finish her protest. She grabbed the glass and downed it all. "More?"

He nodded and got more for her. He sat by her and gave her the glass. "My job is your body guard. Not your servant. Get the rest your self."

"You're my body guard…" she took a drink of the water, "and so if anything happens to my body…" she drank again, "you'll be held responsible…" and she finished the glass, "so unless you want to get in trouble for me getting hurt," she handed him the glass, "get me some more water." She smiled a little.

He glared and went into the other room. He was taking longer this time.

"Hiei?" No answer. "Hiei?" No answer. She stood up and wobbled towards the door. "Hiei?"

He opened the door and bumped into her. He wrapped his arm around her waist quickly to keep her from falling. The glass in his hand pushed into her back a little. "Get back in bed."

She sat on the bed and looked at him. He was holding a glass in the one hand, and a full pitcher in the other. He put the pitcher and the glass on the table by her bed and looked down at her.

"What?" she asked.

He bent down a little and grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

"What are you doing?"

He pulled it up over her head and arms. He smirked a little when she crossed her arms over her chest, even though it wasn't necessary. He left her bra. He pushed her onto her back and pulled her boxers off, averting his eyes from her panties and looking up to her face.

"What are you doing?"

"You need to cool down. You're getting too hot." He walked over to the window and opened it.

She grabbed the glass, drank half of it and laid back down.

He sat in the window sill and watched her.

"What?" she asked.

"Sleep," he said.

"I'll try." She rolled over.

"You won't try. You'll do."

"It's hard to sleep when it's hot, the sheets are wet, you're covered in sweat, can't find a comfortable position, naked, and being stared at."

He rolled his eyes a little and looked out the window. "I wasn't staring."

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn't. And you're not naked."

"You're talking a lot tonight."

"I'll stop then."

She yawned and rolled over again.

…: later :…

He looked over at her. It was almost four now, and darker out, now that most of the lights in the apartments around them had gone out. She was shivering. He got up and closed the window. There wasn't much water left in the pitcher. The ice cubes had melted into little bits.

"Unmei."

She moved a little, pulled her arms closer to her. He put his hand on her forehead.

"Unmei. Wake up." He shook her alittle.

She opened one of her eyes. "What….?" She yawned and curled up a little more.

He put the thermometer back in her mouth again. He watched her until it beeped and he took it out.

"What's it say?" she asked.

"Ninety-three," He said.

She looked at him. "I thought you said I had a fever…"

"You did. You're too cold now."

"I'm sensitive to cold…"

"I see. I'll go make coffee."

She nodded and pulled her blankets up around her. He left the room and came back a few minutes later and sat next to her.

"You're not sensitive to heat are you?"

"Not really… why?"

He pulled her up and over to him so she was sitting in front of him, between his legs.

"Your shoes are on my bed," She said. She looked up at him.

"I'm not taking them off."

She sighed.

"Your coffee machine doesn't work fast enough. You should get a new one."

"It's fine." She yawned and shivered a little.

He put his arms around her.

"This is awkward," she said after a pause.

"Why?"

She looked up at him. "Why do you think?"

He looked out the window and she looked back down at the blanket. The coffee machine beeped in the kitchen. He put his hand on her shoulder. She looked back up at him.

"I'll be back in a minute." He got up and went into the other room.

She found her pajamas on the ground by the bed and pulled them back on before he came back in with a mug of hot coffee.

"Maybe I should've mentioned that I don't really like coffee," She said.

"You're drinking it," he said. "Get back in bed."

She sat down on it. He sat behind her and pulled her to him.

"If you don't like coffee why do you have a coffee machine?" he asked.

"Shizuru brought it over when I moved in. I told her she didn't have to, but she wouldn't take it back."

"Why did you have coffee?"

"In case anyone wanted any…"

"Well drink it. It'll help you warm up."

She took a drink and made a face.

"Drink it all."

She took another drink and put it on the table.

"Unmei."

"I'll drink it… just not right now. You're warm enough anyway, I don't need to drink the coffee."

He put his arms around her again. "You're still going to drink it." He put the mug to her lips and she drank a little more.

"Are you gonna start feeding me next?"

"Just drink it." He put it to her lips again and got her to finish the rest. Then he got up.

"What're you doing?"

"Getting more."

She made a face. "I just drank a whole cup…"

"And you'll drink another."

She pouted. He came back in and sat behind her again. He made her take another drink.

"I hate that stuff…"

"You're going to finish that cup. Just not now." He turned her around so she faced him and he put his arms around her. "You're still freezing."

"I feel a lot warmer…"

He smiled a little. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"That coffee's gonna keep me awake…"

He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

She opened her eyes and pulled her lips away from his. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you." He pushed his lips against hers again but this time her hand hit his face with a loud smack.

He looked at her, his eyes wide for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and punched her, hard enough to send her back off the bed. She landed on the floor and didn't move. He looked at her. He'd over reacted. He hadn't meant to hit her.

"Unmei…"

"Get out."

"Unmei, I—"

"Get the hell out!" She didn't move. She just stayed there on the floor.

He got up. He knew the only reason she fell back was because he caught her off guard. He shouldn't have kissed her. He left the apartment and locked the door on his way out.