Okay, I'm full of ham and felt like updating despite the fact that I think my school may be trying to kill me.
Well, anyway, this was suggested/kinda planned (as planned as anything ELSE in this story is, I mean) and thus here we are.
I'm sorry it's short, but I'm a bit exhausted and a little sick myself.
In other news, those of you who read Blind, I got a lot of work done. It's not ready yet, but I think… I had about… hmm… Fourteen minutes done. Subtract about two for the outro… with a total of twenty-two minutes… I've got about six minutes left… And then proofreading… And adding and editing in the manga and the novel… Then the final read through… Send me strength. And patience. I'll need it. *cries*
I don't own either series.
ENJOY!
SOULS
Lin hated being sick.
Absolutely despised it.
He didn't get sick often, thankfully for him, and he usually recovered quickly from usually a very mild cold at worst.
Still, even that was a bit much. And this illness, well, it wasn't a mild cold.
No, it was a freaking flu.
Japan was trying to kill him, Lin just knew it.
So, it had rather escaped his notice that his charge hadn't called him the previous day like he was supposed to… well, until now, that is. See, there was a case that required attention and, having already accepted a contract time before the invasion of germs set itself upon all of the SPR staff, Naru was forced to take the only other two healthy members, Yasuhara and Taniyama.
Now that he thought about it, Lin realized he was roughly… 90 percent sure that not a single one of those three had a license. Didn't they agree that Yasu was driving? Yasu surely didn't have a license…
Oops. They probably made it alive.
… Probably.
Lin, being a diligent worker despite the illness that was seriously messing with his head, started trying to contact the wayward three. Okay, maybe just Naru because a-there was no way Mai was getting his number and b-there was DEFINITELY no way Yasu was getting his number. But still, he was trying to contact them
The problem was, Naru wasn't answering. Naru absolutely hated the ringtone on his phone, if only so he'd actually bother to formally decline a call to stop the ringing, so the fact that he was letting it ring continuously was a little…. troubling.
However, Lin was still disease ridden and had quite frankly forgotten how many times he had called Naru and each time he woke back up from a nap it took at least three calls for Lin to remember that he had already called the younger man.
His head cleared a little, and Lin took a deep breath over a cup of tea. "Naru left… yesterday. They should have made it by now…" Lin said to himself, his voice having a funny ring to it due to a rather stuffy nose. "So why hasn't Naru called?"
Truth was, Naru might have forgotten his charger with his equipment and might have forgotten that he should probably contact someone about this. With Naru's phone now dead and pickpocketed by Stein after he became aware of its existence, it would probably be a while before any contact would be made.
But Lin, of course, was not privy to this information.
"Maybe I should call the professor," Lin muttered, a yawn stretching past his throat. A war waged within him, thus leaving his body, AKA the fierce battered battle ground, utterly exhausted.
The Chinese man decided that perhaps after a nap, things would be clearer.
Too bad he has done this exact same thing roughly… three times now, evidenced by the various tea boxes, tea pots, tea sets, and tea cups with their little tea saucers now crowding the small countertop and table.
And if Lin thought he was fairing badly, he ought to see the other sick members. Compared to them, he was ready to run a marathon. He might run it the wrong way, but he could probably make it, especially compared to the others.
Monk was being babied by his (mostly sympathetic, partially looking for blackmail and favors) bandmates.
Masako was acting like a sleeping princess until the attendants went away. Then she started the most ungodly sick snores ever. She might have cared, if she actually remembered doing it currently.
Ayako… Doctor parents. In other words, being well taken care of if not being completely and utterly useless at the moment.
Madoka would have stayed with Lin but opted to being miserable on her own in her room with a water bottle and roughly a year's supply of chicken soup and a microwave.
John… well, the priest's wife was caring over him, with the priest occasionally giving a prayer of support for the young Australian.
Unfortunately, the Aussie kept talking in English, forgetting that he was supposed to be speaking Japanese, and leaving the well-meaning couple confused as to what to do with him and any of his requests.
Needless to say, it'd most likely be a while yet before Naru, Yasu, and Mai's disappearance would be truly noticed.
SOULS
I don't know about you guys, but I'm useless when I'm sick.
I also forget a lot about myself when I'm sick and often forget how long I was sick.
Like… For the longest time I thought I had food poisoning for a full two weeks.
Turns out it was only about one full week.
Still sucked. Probably should have gone to the hospital, but I was also at another relatives and something about worrying about insurance and… yeah I was mostly just sort of dying and subsisting on Gatorade (has electrolytes and doesn't taste awful like Pedialyte—which is what I originally had to drink, until my wonderful sister pointed out Gatorade had those things) and the occasional cracker sleeve. I didn't really care where I was…
Did I mention I had to survive a two hour road trip to their OTHER house when this happened?
Exactly zero percent fun and do not recommend it at all.
Anyway, you guys probably don't care about that, so…
UNTIL NEXT TIME, FRIENDS!