The magic from the fruit had worn off and Watanuki went to lie back down. He'd taken a nap as Yûko slowly but surly finished "breakfast." She made eggs on a fresh lettuce bed and pudding (the pudding took the most time and she only made enough for herself, oh how typical). She brought the food to Watanuki and sat down beside him and he sat up,looking at the food.
"Yûko-san, this doesn't look…bad." He didn't know what to say, but honestly it wasn't much of a breakfast.
"Eat up. It's good for you and it'll make you feel better." Yûko always insisted on something.
Watanuki ate, it tasted average but he appreciated it. He spotted the little bowl of yellow pudding as Yûko sat stirring it.
"Would you like some, Watanuki?" Yûko offered it up.
"Oh, sure. Wait. It's not poisoned, is it?"
"Watanuki! I'm insulted."
"W-well, it could be!" Watanuki finished his breakfast. "Thank you for breakfast, Yûko-san."
"Oh, it was my pleasure." Yûko leaned in close to sick and sniffling Watanuki. "Now try…"
"Mistress, Watanuki has guests!" Maru and Moro cut in before Watanuki's lips touched the spoonful of pudding as Dômeki and Himawari walked in behind them. Holding hands, mind you. They bowed and greeted Yûko.
"Oh, Watanuki-kun. Here you are." Himawari chimed.
"Yeah, I'm sick…" Watanuki shot a glance at Dômeki.
"You missed class today. Nothing urgent, but we have a test in gym on Thursday," Dômeki informed, ignoring Watanuki's stare.
"I knew that, they told us yesterday!"
"I wasn't at school yesterday."
"Oh. Oh yeah." Watanuki blushed. He blinked as he spotted the two holding hands. "Hey…Himawari, you're holding … hands with…" he trailed off.
"Oh! Dômeki and I are going out now!" Himawari chirped with utter joy.
"Well, now that we know where you are and that you have my flu, we'll be going. If you're lucky you'll be better by Thursday." Dômeki and Himawari said bye to Yûko and began to exit, Watanuki was silent. "Hey," Dômeki said, "get well soon." And walked out the doors.
Watanuki sat there and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Watanuki." Yûko said smoothly.
"What? Oh no…sure I liked Himawari…but it doesn't really bother me for some reason. I can't say why, just a few days ago I was crazy about her, but now I really don't know why I seem so indifferent about it. It's ok, at least I know she's happy. Now, how about that pudding?" Watanuki was taking this surprisingly well.
Yûko smiled and picked up the small spoon. "It's warm." She said after licking some pudding off of the spoon.
Watanuki leaned towards Yûko as she moved to spoon slowly to his mouth. He ate the pudding out of the spoon and swallowed.
"Wow, this is delicious, Yûko-san!" Watanuki was in awe at the taste.
"The last time I made this pudding was about a month before you came. I never really had the desire for it since then, but when you've got a chance to make something why not?" Yûko spoke while putting spoonfuls of the pudding into her mouth. She scraped the bowl with the spoon and gave the last of the pudding to Watanuki.
"I never knew you could cook, Yûko-san," Watanuki sniffled and yawned after swallowing.
"That's because with you around I never had to. Go back to sleep." Yûko gathered the dishes and handed them off to Maru and Moro who carried them off to Mokona to wash.
Watanuki lied down again, the food warm in his stomach, but his head was congested and had a terrible headache. He moaned in pain.
Yûko took the boy's glasses off and rubbed Watanuki's temples with her slender fingers, moving her thumbs in circles on his forehead. Once the pain decrease Watanuki began to think.
"Why…why with Dômeki? But why don't I care?" Watanuki closed his eyes. "Then again, I just liked Himawari because she was adorable. She's so cute, she's so sunny all the time, and she's always a good friend…but it was always balanced with Dômeki."
Yûko began to sing an old Japanese lullaby, her smooth voice singing quietly.
"Yûko's very motherly. She's done so much for me. Now that I think about it, even before I got sick she protected me." Watanuki drifted to sleep.
Yûko stroked Watanuki's hair as she finished the song.
"These past few days have been good. So good to see you'll be better by tomorrow. You're such a poor creature with such a problem. I'm glad I can help and not only because I benefit from your service… you might not even want to see me when I get rid of your issue. Hmm and that's pretty soon too. I'd say about two weeks. Oh you silly boy." Yûko let her thoughts be spoken out loud, knowing the young boy was now in dreamland. In a way she was depressed that this raven-haired, glasses clad boy was going to be leaving her, but a contract is a contract.