(In case you were notified about a new chapter, then realized it was gone, I apologize. I added the chapter, then realized I wasn't happy with it, so I re-wrote it.)
(Oh, and I went and re-watched the anime again... I forgot how freaking depressing this show is.)
Anyway, last chapter, sorry its so short.
Yukimi sat on the couch, a thick blanket pulled tight around him. He sneezed, reaching beside him for a tissue. Yoite sat on the other side of the couch, the single box of tissues resting between them. He was buried in a blanket, wiping his runny nose.
"This sucks," Yukimi mumbled, leaning his aching head against the back of the couch. He wadded up the used tissue, tossing it onto the floor where it joined the others littered across the room.
"You shouldn't have forced us out into the snow, then," Yoite muttered into his knees. He was curled up with his arms wrapped tightly around his legs.
"I didn't force anybody! And besides, I didn't expect all those other people to come and it turn into a snowball fight."
"But it was nice."
Yukimi glanced over at him, a faint look of surprise on his face.
Suddenly the phone rang. Yukimi groaned, "It's probably not important."
It continued to ring.
"But it could be," Yoite pointed out.
The next chorus of rings rung out.
"Fine," Yukimi jumped up to answer it, breathing through his stopped up nose, "Hello?"
"So you got sick too."
"Yes I did, you damn brat," Yukimi grumbled, turning to Yoite, "Told you it wasn't important." He put the phone back to his ear, "So what didja want?"
"I was just checking on Yoite," Miharu's hoarse voice traveled across the line.
"Well he's alive. Just sick with a cold like I am. I can't stop sneezing-" as if on cue a loud sneeze erupted from him, "-and I have a killer headache," he wiped his sleeve across his nose, "So thanks for asking."
"Try taking some medicine. I'll see you later."
Yukimi scowled, "Bye." He hung up the phone. He stood there for a moment, thinking about something. Yukimi broke out of his thoughts and went to make some lemon cider. He handed a cup to Yoite and set his on the desk while he rummaged through a pile of DVD's, "I'm not going to get any work done, so we might as well entertain ourselves with a movie. This good?" he held up some action movie.
"Yeah."
Yukimi put the movie in, grabbed his cider, and rejoined Yoite on the couch.
Shortly after the title screen, Yoite fell asleep, slumping into the armrest. His feet pressed into Yukimi's thigh, kicking the tissue box onto the floor in the process.
Yukimi turned down the volume, wearily watching the flashing scenes of some hero trying to save the world. He dozed off halfway through, letting the remote slip from his grasp and fall lightly to the floor.
END