Dir En Grey, Chapter 2

Ok, here is chapter 2, hope you all like it!

Shinya hadn't planned on falling asleep.
But when he was woken up by the sound of his bandmate almost falling of the bed in a hurry to get to the bathroom. He ignored the sound for a moment, eyes only shooting open when he heard the sound of vomit hit the toilet water. He frowned and got to his feet, yawning as he made his way to the bathroom to see Die's topless form leaning over the toilet, grasping it almost desperately as he tried to empty the unwanted contents of his stomach. Shinya frowned, more at himself than anyone as he sat beside Die, pressing a hand to his naked back, which was freezing in contrast to his warm fingertips.
He hadn't done a good job of playing mother.
Die turned around in confusion, his face sweating and his eyes blurry. He nodded faintly towards Shinya before turning round and continuing with his vomiting. When he was finally done, Die's weak hand moved to press hard on the button, flushing the toilet as he leaned back against the wall, only to have Shinya wipe his forehead with toilet paper. Die tried to force a smile, but it seemed much more like a parting of lips rather than anything else.
"Go home," he said softly as Shinya pulled the older man's arm around his neck, with a shifting of his hip and a few grunts, was standing with Die's heavier form supported against him. "I can look after myself."
The drummer smirked slightly as he lay the guitarist down again, checking under one pillow. "Where do you keep your pyjamas?" He stood over Die's bed, watching the older man with a faint smile. Poor Die. He was never good when he was ill. Never let anyone help him. Stubborn Die.
"And I'm staying for a few hours at least."
Die gave a defeated grunt and closed his eyes, pulling the covers over him for protection against the cold air. "I don't really have any pyjamas, except for the ones in the draw beside the wardrobe." Shinya raised a confused eyebrow, but decided not to question the red head's words just now as he made his way to the large wardrobe, opening the first of the many draws beside it. The first one, unfortunately, contained underwear and socks, and Shinya smirked at the sighting of Mickey Mouse boxers before moving onto the next one. He'd have to tease Die for that later.
He returned to the bed with a set of warm, woolly pyjama bottoms and a long sleeved shirt, as Die didn't seem to have a full set of pyjama's anywhere there. With a few more grunts and manoeuvring of the guitarist, Die was now lying down in the black cotton shirt and purple pants, his eyebrows knotted sweetly as he still attempted to form sentences and persuade Shinya to leave.
"I'm going to bring a bowl in for you and set it by the bed so if you want to be sick, do it there. It's better to do it in there than keep going to the toilet."
The guitarist turned to his side now, pouting intensely. "You are not cleaning up my puke."
Protests were set aside as Shinya pulled the covers up to Die's cheeks and stood by the bedroom door. "I'll do whatever I want to get you better. Try and get some more sleep and I'll go make you tea." Shinya smiled as he walked from the room, ignoring the trail of curses and low grumbles which followed him before the guitarist silenced himself completely. Several minutes later, the drummer slipped through into the bedroom, back opening the door, actually a little surprised to find Die's eyes open in midst of bright red hair and pillows, watching him. A small smile lingering over his lips.
Shinya blushed.