A/N: I just had to write a DGM fic, even though I haven' t finished watching it or reading the manga. I simply love this fine piece of anime art the moment I saw the OP. Don't you guys agree with me? That said, I hope you don't find this fic a bit off since I can't really write the characters' personality exactly how it is the anime or manga. A bit Off-C, I have to say. Anyhow, do enjoy!
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Warning: BL content!
Just exactly how hard it was to look after a sick kid? Simple task, right? WRONG! For me, Kanda Yu, it was moronic and I couldn't do anything about it since it was -apparently and partially- my fault that the stupid moyashi got seriously sick.
"A-A-Achoo!"
Sniff.
"A-A-A-choo!"
Sniff.
The habitats of the large cafeteria of the Black Order turned their heads to a certain sneezing boy. Some were murmuring concerns, others just watched the bleach-haired kid who sat a good distance away from the group. The Finders observed how the kid's head lolled to one side then the next, trying to keep himself awake.
"Walker-dono's been sick since yesterday." One Finder whispered to his companion as they stared in worried at the young man who only didn't look worn out but also strength-drained. Never before anyone in the Black Order home saw Allen Walker, an uncontrollable ball of endless energy, so tired and weak.
Allen's once vibrant complexion now turned pale. His black coat hang around him but served as a jacket to his jittery body. Before he would happily eat everything on his table but now, he barely finished his mushroom soup.
"A-a-achoo!"
The room fell silent.
Suddenly, the doors swung open and caused everyone to stare at an upset-looking Lenalee with Ravi at her side, less upset, entering. She stomped her way towards the young sick man and slammed her hands down the table.
"Allen-kun! I can't believe you let Kanda do this to you!" The female Chinese huffed angrily but only receive a "hnn…" response from the person in front of her. Allen was too weak to explain himself. He just swirled his soup with his spoon; his head falling once or twice.
Instead, a different person spoke. A very annoyed one.
"Moyashi insisted he could do it." Kanda, who sat away from the group as well, not because he was sick but for reasons understood by everyone, told while he ate his usual soba meal. He spoke as if unconcerned of the whole Allen-being-sick-because-of-stupid-Kanda ordeal. "It's not my fault he got sick from all that snow."
"But you could've at least looked after him! Look, he's in no condition!" Lenalee pointed at the light-headed bleach-haired male, staggering towards the counter to clean up his food. Ravi immediately ran to his side in case the latter would wobble out of balance.
The swordman could only tsk-ed, watching his greatest nemesis, non-akuma, being assisted by the annoying usagi. "He's obviously gonna be fine. If not, then he's pathetically weak like I claim him to be."
The surrounding people remained quiet, considering to intrude the two's conversation. Then again, crossing with Kanda would meant "Hello, would you like to taste my Mugen?"
Apparently the two exorcists just exchanged glare-daggers.
Just then, glass breaking and silver utensils dropping loudly on the floor made everyone turn their heads to the opposite direction. On the ground, a frail body lied trembling and a worried Ravi on his knees.
"Allen! Allen! What the hell?!"
Nearby Finders immediately jumped and flocked around the unconscious exorcist. One placed his gloveless hand on Allen's forehead, just near his scar, and announced after a short pause, "Walker-dono's on fire! Somebody, take him to his room!"
Inside a certain office inside the Black Order HQ…
"WHAT?! YOU WANT ME TO LOOK AFTER THE STUPID MOYASHI?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
Ravi covered his ear and readied himself to another round of Kanda's Wrath of Doom. Seriously, where was all that flaming coming from anyway?
Opposite to bookkeeper's reaction, Komui Lee remained unfazed and happily took another sip of his tasty coffee – courtesy of his lovely younger sister.
"Now, now…" The Supervisor smiled at the enraged samurai as the former settled his mug on the table. "As I've told before… Since I asked Ravi and Lenalee to take the next mission, which by the way is today, I'll have you take care of Allen-kun by then." The older man explained for the nth time but somehow, the statement wouldn't get through the young katana-wielder's skull.
Apparently, this was another idiotic (and obviously ridiculous) plan by the insane Komui to make him and the moyashi friends, Kanda thought angrily. Oh, when you least expect it, I'm going to cut you into two.
"Kanda…" The supervisor spoke with a different tone now but continued grinning knowingly. "I know what you're thinking about but that won't change the decision. Everyone did say that you should take responsibility since Allen WAS your partner at that time."
The Japanese exorcist grunted irritably. After Komui, I'll cut them next.
"And there you have it! Now, skitter off and find my dearest Lenalee! She'll give you something useful!" The older man smiled, too suspicious for Kanda's taste and waved a hand off. "Ravi-kun, watch Kanda-kun and make sure he'll get to Lenalee-chan, okay? Proceed to your mission after that."
"Sure. C'mon, Yu-chan!" The red-head happily exited the room, tugging on the annoyed exorcist's coat to steer the latter to the right destination.
"Shut up, stupid usagi And who said I've already agreed on this?!" Then a growl came next. "Don't pull, sheesh!
Before they were completely out of hearing-distance when they walked out of the room, Komui heard the swordsman yelling, "Better yet, how about you don't touch me at all?"
"Oh, c'mon, Yu-chan… Quit being a baby, you!"
Then there was that eerie pause.
"INNOCENCE ACTIVATE!! MUGEN, FIRST ILLUSION!!"
Kanda stared at the pocketbook, held by the grinning Lenalee, and mentally cursed to death the author of the most absurd literature piece of informative reference in the face of the breathing planet.
THE CLUELESS IDIOT'S GUIDE TO NURSING AND TLC.
The book itself looked to be mocking him joyously, just enough reason for Kanda to destroy it by burning it raw. How the hell wouldn't anyone notice that tiny scribble, in kindergarten penmanship, of his name placed between the words "idiot" and "guide"?
Kanda Yu was not about to nurse anyone.
And he was not about to give out the so-called TLC. Whatever that was.
"Read, understand and do it. You know this stuff, right? This'll be easy for you." Lenalee gleefully held out the book, only to received ice dagger glares from the swordsman. "If you don't, Komui-nisan would see to it that you'll be one of his next test subjects for his next invention."
"What, you're threatening me now?" Kanda quirked an irritable brow. Not that the male exorcist find Lenalee's statement threatening at all, but associating with the Supervisor again was just too much of pain the ass.
Lenalee took the man's hand and placed the book on his palm. She then gazed at the man with concerned eyes. "Would it kill you to just sit inside Allen-kun's room for about half of the day? You'll be there to look after him and that's it."
Kanda just gave a grunted response.
"Because you guys were partners, partially it was your fault since you let it happened. In the Black Order, we are to look after another. That's the family rule."
Before the male exorcist could give any retorts about family-crap, Lenalee suddenly took off and waved a delicate hand at him. "Go to Allen-kun's room, okay? After the mission, I'll come visit you guys!"
And with that, Kanda was left alone at the dormitory grounds. Where everyone was, he didn't really care to know. He got other things to worry about anyway.
His gaze lowered and eyed the publication on his hand; stared at it hard and let out an annoyed sigh.
He couldn't believe he was doing this pathetic job – so pathetic, he could almost laugh at himself when he reached the room of a certain moyashi.
Just get this fucking over with.
Carefully, he entered inside the "bean lair" and let the door close behind him.
Just sit there, away, and do nothing but watch him. That's it.
Little did Kanda know that the supposedly simple routine of sit-watch-look the patient turned complicated the moment he decided to at least read a stupid line from the Idiot's Guide to Nursing book.
1. Since the patient needs to wear light and thin clothes, the nurse must help the patient in changing of his/her clothes. The choice of clothes would be--
Kanda didn't finish reading and immediately turned his gaze at the bed-ridden kid who was lying on his bed… WITH HIS LONG-SLEEVED WHITE TOP AND BLACK SLACKS ATTIRE ON.
Great. Just great.
Thus the first hour of Kanda Nursing and TLC had begun.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Improve something? Do review, my pretties! –Setsuna