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Chapter 3

At first he was stunned, unable to do anything but stare and let his jaw hang slack. Here he was, alone, in Iku Kasahara's dorm room with her undressing herself.

Alone.

Before she could undo her third button Dojo's mind kicked back into gear. Quickly he threw a towel over her shoulders, covering her. "Ka-Kasahara, maybe you shouldn't do that when I'm in the room!" He stuttered. He could feel his own cheeks redden at the situation he had found himself in.

Iku looked down before looking back to him, some of the haze cleaning from her eyes. Her cheeks redden even more at her realisation. "I didn't realise." She answered in a small voice looking away in embarrassment. She took the towel from Dojo and kept it to cover herself as she made her way to the small bathroom in the far corner.

Dojo finally let out a breath when he heard the door shut quietly behind her. He was confused as to how she didn't notice and also relieved to her getting changed in the bathroom instead. He walked up to the small kitchen, which held the necessary requirements, and empty the contents of the small bag he had brought with him.

Before making it to her dorm Tezuka had ran up to them with a bag Komaki had said he would need. Inside was medicine, cold and hot packs, juice, food and some other small objects. He was grateful to the Sergeant, Dojo had forgotten the need for supplies and doubted that Kasahara would have much in her room.

The bathroom door opened again as Kasahara exited still with the towel wrapped around her shoulders. She glanced over to Dojo in the opposite corner of the room. She appeared to be surprised to find him still in her room, before she could say anything she was hit with another coughing fit.

Picking up the damp cloth again, he led her back to her bed and helped her lay down. Placing the cloth on her forehead, he returned to the kitchen to retrieve the water bottle from the bags' contents. She grateful accepted the much needed liquid before resting back against her pillow.

"So mind telling me how you got so sick?" Dojo asked from his perch next to her head on the ground.

"I stayed longer then I was meant to last night and when I finally left it was raining," Dojo nodded as she continued, "but when I finally made it here, after running through the rain, I remembered Shibazaki wasn't here. I didn't have a key so I had to run to the main desk which was in the west building, so I got wet again. When I finally got back it was so late and I was tired, I didn't bother having a shower or drying my hair properly. So I just went to sleep."

Dojo's mouth twitched in annoyance, "Idiot, and after I told you to not get sick." She tried to reply again but was stopped by coughing. Dojo just patted her head while he waited for it to pass.

"Sorry Sir." Kasahara finally responded. Her voice was rough and not much higher than a whisper.

"Just get better, you blockhead." He continued patting her head as her eyes slowly drifted shut, "You don't know how much you make me worry." He muttered to himself when he was sure she was asleep.

Dojo looked around the small dorm room, again. He has been able to remember all of the contents in the room so well that he was sure he could redesign the room in the exact some way on demand. He didn't have much else to do really for the past hour.

He should have left, he tried to leave but as he moved to get up from his crouching spot by Kasahara's bed he was pulled down again by a small weight on his arm. Dojo looked down to see Kasahara's hands wrapped around his wrist holding him down in place beside her.

As he tried to unlatch her hands from him she called his name making him stop, "Please..." Her voice sounded so weak and desperate compared to normal, "Don't leave me."

She had said those words to him before, and they had shocked him once again. The last time she had said that to him she was holding his arm as well. She looked so scared. Dojo could never figure out why, seeing he was just going to talk to the Major.

Why had she needed him to stay? What made her think that he would ever leave her? He couldn't leave her in the bookstore five years ago, just like he couldn't leave her during the raids or even when she was cornered by the press. He could never leave, now even if he tried. Dojo would stay with her until she leaves and he would always save her.

Running a hand down his face, he gave into her demands and resettled back on the floor. He would stay until she either released him or she woke up, praying to be released first. Having to explain why he is holding his Subordinate officer's hand.

Dojo shifted again feeling his legs cramping up, he wasn't able to move very far due to his wrist being grasped tightly between her small hands. Her strength always impressed him, even when she was sick she's still stronger than most men.

She looked so calm though her breath was still laboured, he could feel the warmth of it brushing against back of his hand. He lent in closer feeling the heat radiating off her pale skin. He rested his spare hand on her forehead, frowning when he felt how hot she was. The damp cloth had been warmed up by her skin and was useless now. Dojo began to rub circles over her temples feeling her smooth skin.

Dojo wanted to lean closer towards her, to embrace her so she didn't feel alone. As he studied her face she began to muttering words that he couldn't make out. Leaning in closer again he could catch one word.

"Atsushi."

He was frozen in place feeling his cheeks redden.

His name. She was saying his name. Dojo had never heard her mention his first name before, it sounded strange compared to her usual call of his last name or 'Sir'. But he liked it, preferred it even. Not that he would tell her.

Kasahara continued mumbling to herself incoherently, shifting around and pulling him closer. Dojo moved his hand down from her forehead to cup her cheek and began stocking it gently. He bent his neck, so they were only inches from another, before taking a deep breath.

"Iku."

Just finished reading vol. 8 It's so good! Now to wait for vol. 9 -_-

Anyway, thank you for your reviews, I didn't think people would like it :D. I like knowing what you guys think.

Scotty.