Baka Aka Atama: Chapter Three
Yes, it had been funny. Yes, the brat had deserved it.
But it certainly hadn't been very intelligent.
Despite getting his revenge, and basking in that thought for a few mere moments, Hiko's internal joy at getting back at Kenshin evaporated upon lightly putting a hand to the boy's forehead, which had been dangerously hot.
Apparently, having an already sick deshi running around in the cold, heavy rain, sticking his nose into mud puddles was not a very smart thing to do. Whoops!
Kuso, Hiko moped, upon hearing Kenshin delve into yet another coughing fit from his futon. My ability to control the weather certainly won't be helping me now.
"Ano…shishou-sama…?" aforementioned baka deshi moaned from behind his exasperated master, who was attempting to fix something warm and edible for the boy.
"Drop the '-sama,' baka," Hiko growled back, growing steadily more annoyed at the clump of rice he was handling, which refused to stick together. "I already told you I don't really control the weather, and you would've realized that much sooner if you hadn't been half-delirious with this cold of yours! Yare, yare! You're such a burden!"
…
"Gomen, shishou," Kenshin choked, in a barely audible tone. Hiko turned questioningly towards him, to find the corners of his bright violet eyes tearing up slightly.
Then he sneezed, and broke out into full-force sobs, wailing, "I'm so sorry, shishou!" over and over.
Hiko, despite being the controlled man he was, actually took a step backwards at the start of Kenshin's sudden moody outburst, caught completely off guard by the plump tears rolling down his cheeks.
This…this must be some weird symptom of his cold, the swords master mused, while stupid standing halfway across the room from his ill student, staring with one eyebrow quirked, and mouth slightly agape. "Oi! Stop that! Kenshin no baka!"
If possible, he cried harder.
Hiko blinked, completely out of his element with this. He started slowly towards the boy, as if he were some exotic and very dangerous animal. "Kenshin…"
Damn. I still sound like I'm scolding him.
He attempted to adjust his voice to a softer tone, failing miserably with his first few times, finally getting it right with the fourth.
"Kenshin, you really can be dense sometimes."
The boy looked up and wiped his eyes. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me," Hiko sighed, knowing he was heading right for all of the horrid, mushy things that were usually avoided at all costs.
Oh well, he internally groaned. Kenshin's so sick, he probably won't remember anyway…Well, here goes nothing.
"You silly, silly boy. You are my student, not a burden. I chose to teach you, so I must have seen something in you, correct?"
"I…I guess so," Kenshin murmured back.
"You guess so?" Hiko continued in a light, almost laughable tone. "That's not good enough, you should have said, 'Absolutely, shishou!' You're my top priority, boy! And if a few harsh words are going to make you sulk, then you're more of a baka than I've ever thought! Now think, if you were really just an annoyance to me, would I even be going through all of this trouble, making you a warm bed and dealing with this rather rebellious clump of rice?"
"Maybe…" he mumbled, looking down.
"No way in hell! If you were anyone else, I would've already hauled your sorry little butt back down my mountain, and thrown you on the doorstep of some poor, unsuspecting townsperson, who would stare down upon your red hair, come to the conclusion that you are a demon, and repeat the process."
This inspired a small giggle from somewhere beneath Kenshin's mop of bright hair. "They would not!"
"Oh, it's true, baka deshi! So no whining, or else you'll end up being the target of any angry mob of townspeople!"
"You would come and save me, shishou! From the mob!"
"Aa," he agreed, lips drawn up in a smirk. "Not only because you are my only, and very much loved student, but because I am such a generous and forgiving man. Don't forget that one either."
"Hai." He sneezed again, but then thrust his arms outward and looked expectantly towards his master, grinning goofily. "You said I was 'very much loved!' Hug?"
"Don't push it."
"Onegai…" Kenshin begged, pouting.
Hiko internally clapped a hand to his forehead. He knew he had been heading in a bad direction. "…Fine," he agreed, wincing, and then awkwardly wrapping his arms around the boy's small frame, feeling like a complete moron for the first few moments, but gradually relaxing.
He is my only student after all…
The moment was ruined when Kenshin suddenly grasped a corner of Hiko's red-and-white cape, and blew his softly flushed nose on it.
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A/N- In all honesty, I don't know where this came from. There was to be something involving Kenshin being sick, and this is what happened… .' I can't claim to be particularly good with waffy stuff, so sorry if the two seem a bit OOC. But I don't think it turned out too badly. I actually wrote a bit at one of my field hockey games, while the Varsity was playing. (In field hockey, the Varsity always plays before the JV, which is very annoying.) The other team's goalie actually got hurt and an ambulance came… so I had a lot of time to write, really.
Er…well, yes. Besides that, the next chapter will be back to shishou and deshi clawing each other's eyes out! (Not literally, of course… Well…nah.) I hope you liked my short little intermission, and I'll be trying really hard to get the next chapter up ASAP.