A/N: I'm on time buahahaha! This one's longer than usual... Because I've got late nights at work this week so I might not post anything for a while. So this makes up for it in length and fluffyness! And no, it's not going to be like this for the rest... That'd just be silly. Spoiler alert? I hope not.
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From all the anime shows a girl could watch, you would think that a demon such as Sesshomaru could never, ever get sick like this. I guess it could be that he comes from an entirely different world and throwing him in this one that had so many more strains of viruses, which were much stronger than the previous ones, was not something his body was used to. Nevertheless, he was sick and I couldn't take him to the hospital or doctor. Someone would snatch him up and take tests and then Sesshomaru would wake up and start mass-murdering everyone. I wonder how many tranquilizers someone would have to shoot him with to render him safe for custody. Probably enough to take down a dinosaur or something along those lines, though I couldn't be sure.
A soft groan emitted from behind me before long arms striped with magenta wound their way around my waist and a head plopped onto my shoulder, golden orbs watching me cook dinner. Flinching, I tried not to move too much so as not to anger the sick demon. I still hadn't gotten used to the closeness from Sesshomaru, although in his illness he seemed to adore the close proximity. Considering he's much stronger than me, there's not much I could do. I handed him a bowl of chicken noodle soup, forcing him to sit at the table and eat it. He had refused any type of drink I had tried to give him, and so I had settled on soups, which he did end up eating. It was funny to think that I was able to make him eat it. He really had to be feeling bad, though he didn't lay down and sleep as much as I'd like him to. In fact, he hadn't gotten any sleep at all. I narrowed my eyes at the thought and waited for him to finish his bowl, which munching on a sandwich I had made and cleaning up the dishes. A small clink alerted me that he was finished, so I rounded on him, taking a stance that said not to mess with me.
"You need to sleep." I nearly laughed at the expression he gave me in response. Exasperated eyes settled on my own in a bleary haze. He tried to shake his head, but became dizzy. I huffed and grabbed his arm to pull him up and drag him over to my bed. I'd sleep on the couch instead tonight. He yawned behind me and a victorious smile lit up my face as I sat on the bed and forced him to lay down. He seemed out of it as I placed the covers over him and stood to take over the couch in the other room. A strong arm circled my waist and dragged me back to the bed forcibly.
"Wh-What? Stop it, Sesshomaru. I'm not sleeping here." I heard a grunt and was dragged farther until my back combined with his chest, only shirts separating the bare skin. I groaned at the odd antics of the ill demon and tried to squirm out of his hold. This served only to tighten his hold on me until I gave up, huffing frustratingly at him.
"I'm going to get you back for this. I promise you," I muttered darkly and attempted to lay still, despite my frazzled brain screaming that I was laying next to a man. His grip loosened some at my stillness, but not enough for me to wrench free from. I was stuck here until morning, whether I liked it or not.
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