I forgot to put a disclaiming in the first chapter

I DO NOT OWN LIBRARY WARS. … If I did I wouldn't be writing fan fiction about it :P.

Chapter 2

Dojo slowly walked into the empty work room, deciding that coming early was a good idea. At least that would give him time to settle into work mode. He had still been struggling with thoughts of her since that morning but he needed to try containing it at least while he works. Dojo quickly glanced over at Kasahara's desk, it was still messy from the night before except for the neat pile of folders in the corner. He walked over to inspect her work, smiling when he saw they were redone and almost perfect. Glad to know she isn't always a blockhead.

"Afternoon Sir." Tezuka walked in quickly saluting his Sergeant before making his way to his own desk.

Dojo nodded back before sitting back into his own chair. Komaki appeared not long after Tezuka, wearing his usually smile, "Afternoon." He greeted, "Such a nice day today, shame we have to work inside today." He commented glancing back outside at the bright midday sun. Despite the bad weather they had been receiving at the base this was perfect weather in comparison.

"Well it's only for a few hours." Dojo reminded him. Granted he agreed with Komaki that it was a shame, he knew that this was there chance to finish off any leftover work, before they had to hand in reports on the success rate of the Task Force. Dojo spared another glance at Kasahara's empty desk.

"Late again I see." Komaki mused, reading Dojo's thoughts too easily. Dojo simply ignored him focusing solely on his work.

Komaki looked up at the wall clock, they had been working for almost two hours and yet there was still no sign of a certain Corporal. He had yet to voice this fact to Dojo due to the knowledge that his friend was well aware of it.

Dojo continuously looked back from her desk to the doorway may time, as the minutes ticked on he grew more agitated. Kasahara had been known for her occasional late appearances, but none had been this late without reason.

"Damn it, where is the blockhead?" Dojo finally called stepping away from his desk and began to pace the small work area. She couldn't still be at the store, it was only around the corner from the library. She didn't sleep in because she was as much of an early raiser as he. Dojo pushed away any thoughts of something bad happening to her. Granted she brought trouble with her everywhere and she would always find her way into the middle of some danger, leaving him to save her.

Finally giving in he turned to leave in search of her when the door opened slowly, revealing the blonde woman leaning heavily against the frame. Dojo's first instinct was to search her obvious wounds. Kasahara appeared unharmed but was no doubt exhausted. Her skin was pale and damp and her eyes, usually full of spark, were dull and seemed to be struggling to stay open.

"Sorry, Instructor Dojo," Kasahara paused as a cough shook her thin frame, "I… It took a while for me to get going this morning, Sir." She finished, leaning more of her weight against the wooden frame.

Dojo stared in disbelief, "Kasahara, you're sick. Why the hell did you come in today?"

"I… I had work to finish, Sir." She let out another cough before saluting poorly and pushing herself off the frame. She tried ignoring the three sets of eyes that watched her slowly make her way to her desk. Her legs wobbled underneath her, making her unsteadying and lacking balance.

Dojo leapt forward wrapping an arm around her waist when she started leaning dangerously forward. "You aren't working today, blockhead." He tried keeping his voice low and steady. He could feel the heat radiating off her, she no doubt had a bad fever. She would be no help here at all.

"Tezuka, call Shibazaki to come get Kasahara." Dojo ordered lowering her into his chair. She tried to push him off her but barely had any strength, giving up her attempts.

"Shibazaki isn't here today, she went to a library in a neighbouring town to help with training, Sir." Tezuka answered quickly.

"That's right, they're there for the rest of the week." Komaki tapped his chin remembering talking to the said woman the day before.

Dojo sighed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Guess we'll have to care of her." He looked at both men in the room. Komaki had a smirk playing on his mouth while Tezuka face turned to that of disgust. Guess I'm stuck with It, he thought to himself. "Fine." Dojo wrapped his arm around Kasahara, whom barely seemed present, and pulled her up easily.

"I'm taking Kasahara back to her dorm, cover for me Komaki?"

"Of course, we are almost done here anyway, take good care of the princess." If looks could kill, Komaki was sure the glare had just received would have ended his life.

Dojo had never been so happy for Kasahara's ability to zone out so easily before this moment.

Finally making it back to her dorm, Dojo slowly helped Kasahara to her bed. They had received a few confused stares from others around the dorms, seeing the Sergeant carrying a Corporal back to her dorm room. He wasn't looking forward to the Major hearing this. That man could turn any innocent event into the worst in his mind.

Deciding to actually helping her like he had meant to, he walked to their bathroom to wet a cloth for her forehead. When he returned Kasahara was sitting up in bed, a dazed look in her eyes, as she began to unbutton her shirt. Not even acknowledging Dojo's presence in her room in front of her, able to see all she was about to reveal.

Dojo! Advert your eyes now! ... Now… -_-

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