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1Chapter 11
There was a loud Poof! as he hit the ground, and the little wooly creature that was once a boy now lay swaddled in his former clothing.
Momiji grinned. "Looks like another illness is going to make its rounds through the Sohma household."
Yuki who had just entered the room stared at Momiji and his happy tone in horror.
Kisa, not fearing anything anymore rushed over to Hiro's side and nearly fell on top of him. Picking him up quickly, she felt his temperature, which was burning up. "I-It's my fault... again..." she muttered in a small voice as she held Hiro in her arms.
"It's not your fault..." Hiro mumbled softly. "You can't help it when you get sick, and you can't help who you give it to..." He was still breathing quite shallowly. He tried to sigh, but it came out as a soft bleat.
Kisa hugged him to her chest. Standing up, she rushed to her room and poured medicine into the cup shakily.
Hiro grimaced as much as a sheep could before tilting his head back. "I can't down that thing in one drink without help." He leaned his head back forward, for the shift in blood flow he could feel from his fever caused him to feel dizzy.
"W-What kind of help?" Kisa asked as she continued to hold him against her.
He sighed again, which once again got chopped up in his throat and came out as a soft bleat. "You have to hold the cup."
Kisa nodded and held the cup shakily. Slowly, she lowered the cup to Hiro's mouth while she held him in her free arm.
Hiro drank the foul substance as quickly as he could. He snorted, and his head shook slightly, involuntarily, which somehow made him want to sneeze, and so he did.
Pain exploded behind his eyes in a flash of multi colored stars in front of them, and he pushed himself as hard into Kisa as he could, as if she could somehow magically make the pain go away.
Kisa looked down at him in silence and kissed the very top of his head and stroked his soft fleece in a soothing manner.
Hiro nuzzled lightly against her for a moment, before deciding that sleep sounded really good at the moment.
"Kisa... the bed... I wanna sleep..." he muttered softly, his voice muffled by the fact he now had his face buried in her shirt.
Kisa smiled and stood, walking over to the bed. Lifting the covers, she slipped him underneath and turned around, making her way to the door.
"Aw... you're going already...?" He asked softly, turning his head so he looked at her. "Well, I suppose if you wanna leave me here all alone, then good night for now."
Kisa smiled and walked back over, crawling under the blankets and cuddling Hiro to her chest.
Momiji closed the door quietly, sticking his tongue out at everyone. "Someone might wanna call Hari-san and have him come over tomorrow."
Yuki nodded, and went for the phone.
next day desu
Hiro slowly opened his eyes, the light causing a pain to flare to life behind his eyes. He squeezed them shut again before scooting back into the warm presence behind him. He panicked for a moment, trying to figure out who was with him, but his tired, aching mind remembered last night. He wanted to smile. He should really be sick more often.
Kisa continued to sleep with her arms loosely wrapped around Hiro. "H-Hiro-kun... p-please... get better..." she mumbled in her sleep.
Yuki woke up early, and settled himself in at his usual spot at the table, waiting for the rest of the house to wake up.
Momiji had his head buried under his pillow and was cursing in German.
Haru, sharing a room with Momiji again, was snoring loud enough that it echoed.
Hiro simply willed himself to go back to sleep, snuggling up even closer to Kisa. Yes, he would definitely have to get sick more often.
Kisa clutched Hiro to her chest and closed her eyes tighter, tears rolling from them and dropping lightly on top of Hiro's snout.
Kisa slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Hiro, tears still swollen in her eyes. "H-Hiro-k-kun..." she muttered softly as she clung to him tightly, sobbing into his fur and trembling slightly.
Hiro pushed his nose into the side of her face, and whispered softly. "What's the matter...?"
He closed his eyes against another wave of vertigo, but didn't move his head.
"I... I... I was so... so scared... I'm so sorry..." she whimpered as she trembled again.
"Scared...?" Hiro asked softly, confused. "And why are you sorry?"
"I... I didn't know... If you would... would... make it... And I wouldn't be able... to apologize... for throwing mud at you... and making you sick.." she whimpered, her voice barely heard.
Hiro wished desperately right now for him to be in human form so he could hug her properly, but it wasn't going to happen, so he would have to make due. "And what made you think for a moment I was going to give up on you so easily? The mud I will accept the apology for, but the flu I will not. Besides, it's technically my fault for staying so close to you..." His words faded at the end, and he slumped back up against her, his breathing shallow. "Talking... is tiring... stop apologizing..."
"I... I'm sorry..." she muttered but after that she pursed her lips and held Hiro close to her again.
Hiro just snorted, and moved so he could bury his face in her shoulder. "I suppose I should take some more medicine."
Kisa nodded in agreement and reached for the medicine and cup. Standing up with Hiro in her arms, she tilted his head back and fed him the medicine.
Hiro snorted again, and scraped his tongue along his teeth to try and get the vile taste off of it, but it didn't work. He just made another bleating sigh, and nestled back up against her again. "Hasn't anyone called Hari-san yet? I'll bet he has some way to get rid of this damn thing faster..."
He pawed at the front of her shirt with his hoof, and motioned to the door. "We should go find out."
Kisa nodded slightly and wandered out of the room with Hiro still in her arms, and saw Shigure standing there quietly. Covering Hiro's eyes, she protected him from the flash, but blinded herself accidentally.
Haru scoffed at the image now present to himself. "Oh look, the sheep so trustingly lets the tiger take care of him. Aren't you afraid, Hiro?"
Hiro didn't even need a second to come up with a retort. "Wolves eat sheep. Tigers eat cows. And since there are obviously no wolves in here, the one in the most danger right now is you."
Haru snorted. "At least the little pain-in-the-ass hasn't lost his sharp tongue."
Momiji sweat dropped at Haru. "So, how're ya feeling Hii-kun?"
Hiro looked at Momiji, cracking an eye open. "Like I got hit by a freight train, but other than that I'm fine."
Kisa smiled softly and looked over at Haru with a strange look on her face. Why would I eat Haru-kun? she thought as she tilted her head slightly.
"Erm… We were wondering if anyone called Hari-san…" she muttered in a somewhat question.
Yuki walked in from the kitchen with a smile. "I called him last night. He said he'd be here when he could."
Hiro sighed, and squeezed his eyes back shut, pushing his head into the side of Kisa's neck. He'd figured out a while ago that the curve of her neck fit the shape of his face in sheep form, so he could keep his eyes comfortably hidden. "That's good..."
Momiji giggled. And pulled out a camera.
Haru, who had started to glare at Hiro, continued doing so. Yuki sweat dropped.
Kisa looked over at Momiji with an innocent look and closed her eyes as the camera flashed. Stumbling backwards slightly, she rubbed her eyes with her free hand and looked over at Shigure, who set off another flash, making her fall backwards.
The impact jarred Hiro's head into throbbing violently, and he cried out softly, tensing up. His breathing once again turned shallow, and a little bleating whimper could be heard at the end of every breath. "I... Itai..."
Haru walked up to Momiji, smacked him on the head, and took the camera. Momiji began to cry whiningly. The noise wasn't helping Hiro's head much, and he flattened his ears as best he could to block out the sound.
Yuki shook his head, and looked sympathetically at the trembling Hiro.
Kisa looked down at Hiro. "Gomen… Hiro-kun…. Daijobu ka?" she asked in a small voice as she continued to hold Hiro, her back throbbing slightly from the landing.
Hiro pressed himself into her harder, still whimper-bleating slightly. "It hurts... oh... itai..." His fever, which had subsided over the night, came back with a vengeance, and it made him feel worse.
At first Kisa sat there in the most confused manner. Feeling his temperature, she stood up quickly, which gave her a large headache. Ignoring her headache, she began to pace around uneasily, not knowing where anything was.
There was a slight knocking at the door, and it was….. Hatori.
Yuki walked over to the door, and answered it, letting the doctor in.
Momiji cheered quietly, after finally figuring out what was making Hiro feel worse.
Haru kept a close eye on Momiji and guard on the camera.
"Stop moving, Kisa," Hiro said softly, his voice sounding hoarse and quiet.
Kisa froze in mid-step and looked over at the door where Hatori stood, sweat dropping.
"Do I need an explanation?" Hatori asked aloud.
"Maybe that wouldn't be very smart Hari-saaaaaaaan." Shigure uttered as he smiled.
Hiro beat back a blush. He didn't need any more blood pounding through his head right at the moment. Through force of pain alone he succeeded.
Miji grinned at Hari and shook his head. "I'd love to tell you, but not now."
Haru looked pointedly at Momiji. "You're telling me, too."
Miji grinned back at Haru. "You can ask them yourself."
Haru glared at Momiji.
Yuki sweat dropped.
"I… I…. I'm confused…" Kisa muttered as Hatori, Shigure, and Tohru sweat dropped.
Momiji just kept smiling. It was obvious he wasn't going to tell anything.
Haru suddenly looked confused.
Hiro moved his way around enough that he could turn one eye on the good doctor. "About time, Hari."
Hatori sighed. "I do have other patients you know…" he informed Hiro as he walked over. So… the medicine has not been working?" he asked out in the open.
Kisa looked down at Hiro in silence and sort of shook her head and sort of nodded as if still unsure.
Hiro looked back at Hari, sort of half-glaring. "How long is it supposed to take before you notice the effects?"
Yuki went into the bedroom, and came out with the medicine bottle. "We might need a refill soon. What with both of them being sick, and the almost certain chance the rest of us'll get it as well..." Yuki muttered, almost as if he was talking to himself. He really wasn't looking forward to getting sick.
Hatori gave a sigh and pulled out some more medicine out of his coat. "I thought that would be an objective…" he mumbled as he gave Hiro a blank stare. "In about a half hour…"
Hiro tilted his head slightly, but instantly regretted it. "What about in a half hour?"
"The medicine should kick in within a half hour…" he informed Hiro as he looked over at Kisa and then looked around the room. "Anyone else feeling sick? Other than Shigure and his back problems…"
"Yeah," Hiro snapped, looking at Momiji. "Do you have a cure for the shutterbug?"
"Take away the camera..." He muttered as he looked at Momiji and then to the snickering Shigure. "Shigure... How much have you rubbed off on him?" he asked.
"NOT AT ALL!" Shigure lied as he rubbed the back of his head and sweat dropped.
"How about a lot," Hiro muttered miserably, hiding his face back up against Kisa.
Momiji snickered, precisely the lecherous snicker of Shigure.
"Case and point, I suppose," Haru said, glaring at Momiji.
Yuki sighed. Today was going to be another long day.
"Well… you should all be drinking fluids and eating healthy things in order to not get sick…" Hatori suggested as he looked over at Tohru.
Momiji laughed this time. "Don't worry about us. We'll just lock them both in the room until they get better."
It was a friendly suggestion, and meant as a joke, but the way people stared at Momiji made him quickly come to realize that they weren't thinking that way.
Especially not Yuki and Hiro.
"We're not locking anyone anywhere," Hiro growled very pointedly.
Just really hearing the words "Locking Up" made Kisa's arms shake lightly. She knew that this was meant as a joke, but she couldn't help but think of the cage and let her bangs cover her face.
Tohru, Shigure and Hatori looked over at Kisa and sighed, Shigure and Hatori giving Momiji a small stare.
Momiji cowered back, looking suddenly quite humble at the weight of four people's stares. "Gomen..." he squeaked.
Yuki looked away, and headed back towards the kitchen to get something to drink. Hiro tried for the umpteenth time to relax himself.
Kisa held her eyes closed and then looked up with a small smile. "Hiro-kun… Do you want to go to bed?" she asked as she looked down at him with her soft orange eyes.
Momiji and Haru both heard what Kisa said, and both had different reactions to the same thought.
Momiji began giggling in much the same lecherous way Shigure did. "Go to bed, eh?"
Haru, at almost the same time, raised an eyebrow. "Bed?"
Hiro gave a death glare to the both of them. "Not like that, baka!"
The sudden effort was enough for his flu to flare back up, and he slumped down in Kisa's arms, teetering dangerously on the brink of unconsciousness.
Kisa hugged Hiro to her chest and sighed. "Hiro-kun… be quiet…" she told him as she looked down at him quietly.
Hiro wanted to say that he could hardly move, but as soon as he thought it, the thought slipped out of his grasp, as did most of his cognitive reasoning. He closed his eyes, staring into the abyss, which was unconsciousness.
Haru stood up, and made for the door. "Well, I'm out. I'll be back within the next couple of days when both Hiro and Kisa are feeling well enough not to be all over each other." The last part of his sentence was said with an odd tone of what might have been jealousy.
Momiji laughed softly, before waving at Haru. "See ya, Haru-kun!"
Yuki nodded at Haru as he walked back out of the kitchen holding a cup of juice.
Kisa waved to Haru as he left and wandered into the room where she gently laid Hiro in the sheets. Wandering over to the door, she muttered, "Oyasumi Hiro-kun…" as she left the room and wandered back to where the others were, plopping down at the table, Kisa put her head in her arms and sighed, her eyes feeling dry and heavy.
"Aren't you going to sleep as well?" Momiji asked softly, looking concerned.
Momiji spoke too late. Kisa was already fast asleep with her head in her arms on the table.
Momiji sweat dropped. "Kisa-chan? Oh well... Yuki, take her... I'm off to bed as well."
"What?" Yuki asked, but Momiji was already halfway up the stairs. He looked down at Kisa, and shook her lightly. "Hey... wake up..."
Kisa slowly opened her eyes only a crack and looked meekly up at Yuki. "Y-Yuki-kun… ?"
"Time for bed, Kisa..." He said softly, grabbing her, and pulling on her to get her to stand.
Kisa stood up and yawned softly, rubbing her eyes as she wandered over to her room. Entering silently, she muttered, "Oyasumi..." to Yuki and entered her room, sitting at the base of the bed and falling back asleep.