Title: In Sickness and In Health
Pairing: 80/59
Summary: Yamamoto suddenly becomes sick and for unknown reasons he suddenly feels a weird bout of sympathy… Wait what?
Author's Note(s): Meh, this one didn't turn out the way I wanted it too. I sat reading it for a while and couldn't work out what was missing… So here it is I suppose…

The stupid ignorant baseball freak! If I ever saw him again I am going to blow him sky high! I swear!

I had been waiting outside for the tenth, such was our normal routine. The stupid baseball freak was supposed to meet us there. Technically I could actually meet with him at his house, being as I walk past it every morning. But I refused to be associated with him, unless I'm with the tenth.

But low and behold it appears that said baseball nut is ill. Reason I know because he phoned the tenth while we were waiting for him show.

So the now the tenth is worrying un-necessarily about that idiot. He shouldn't have to waste such valuable feelings on a moron like him. He'll most likely recover within a day or two and be back to his baseball playing ways.

But no, my ever caring boss is still worried by the time lunch rolls round. We're sitting on the roof, as per normal, and the tenth let out another sigh.

"Is something wrong Juudaime?" I ask already knowing what's wrong, but of course I'm caring towards the boss and so I have the decency to ask.

He looks up as though startled and gives a nervous smile.

"Ah, well I'm just worried about Yamamoto. He sounded really ill on the phone and-"

I cut him off, which I know is rude but I can't let the boss continue to be worried over such a trivial matter. Well it can't be trivial if the boss is worried, but even so, that idiot had no right to make the tenth worry like that!

"Don't worry tenth" I tell him rising to my feet grinning. "I'll go check on that idiot for you right now" I finish gathering my things up and swinging my bag over my shoulder.

My ever gracious boss is up on his feet too waving his hands about and telling me there's no need to and that I have class, class which I really don't care about. I already knew what they were teaching anyway.

"You really don't have too. I really don't want you to get into trouble. Dr. Shamal said he got a letter through the door about you attendance and-"

I simply smile before disappearing, spouting promises to come back before the end of the day and get my afternoon mark. After all I'm only going to shout at the idiot and tell him what a disgrace he is. Shouldn't take that long at all if he just lets me say what I need to.

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The moron left his door open, and by the looks of it his dad isn't home. Geez I hope he gets burgled one of these day, freaking idiot deserves it.

I move into the restaurant half of the building and take a quick look around to make sure no one's here.

"Oi! Anyone here!" I call, glancing about to see the pots haven't been done and are still soaking in the sink. I wrinkle my nose slightly and frown.

Seriously I live by myself and my place is tidier than this! One would have thought considering it's a restaurant it would be cleaner. I write myself a mental note to scold the sick idiot and make his place look more presentable. For Christ sakes the tenth eats here after all!

Moving upstairs and still no signs of live appear before me; although if he really is ill he shouldn't be walking around right? His doors slight a jar and it's really dark in here for some reason or other meaning he's not been up at all to open the curtains. Lazy idiot.

I walk right in shutting the door as go and find him sprawled out on the covers arm hanging off the side of the bed fast asleep.

Seriously, I hope he gets robbed.

"Oi! Idiot! Get up!" I order him kicking the leg that's hanging out of bed in an attempt to get him moving again.

His reaction is slow and to be honest he looks pathetic as he tries to manoeuvre himself up, eyes peering at me sleepily, and top wrinkled and dirty. But he still manages to prop himself up against the pillow behind him. Which is good cause I'm sure as hell not going to do it for him.

"Ah, Gokudera what are you doing here?" he asks voice croaky and dry and I swear he just tried to cover a cough.

I turn to the side and try to look indifferent, though he does look bad and even I have to admit that…

"The Tenth was worried about you idiot, so I had to come and check up on you" why am I suddenly unable to yell at him like I intended? There's no way I feel sorry for him right? No absolutely not! I'm going to give him a freaking piece of my mind just like I meant to the first time round.

He's smiling! How dare he, we're… No I mean the tenth is worried about him and here he is sitting here grinning like a fool! I don't care if he's got bags under his eyes, or he looks horrifically pale compared to normal, or he's reacting really slow like his brains suddenly turned to mush and-

Wait a minute….

What?

I don't care, honestly, I swear I don't. I just notice these things because I'm really observant. Plus I have to be because I'm the tenths right hand man and as his right hand man I have to be observant.

Why isn't he saying anything…?

Oh right! I'm standing here with this conflicted look on my face and I probably look as stupid as he does right now. Oh God! I caught his stupidity!

"C-can I get you anything?" I blurt out trying to fill the awkward silence that took place while I was having my inner ramblings. What a stupid thing to ask!

"Erm, well you're a guest so-" he starts to get out of bed, which once again is stupid because he's ill and I can't as the tenths right hand man let him get an sicker because the tenth will worry.

"No! Stay there you baseball freak!" I tell him forcing him to stay put by pushing him back down, and then snatching my hands back when I realise I just touched his bare shoulders. "I-I came over to check on you for the tenth so you have to stay put alright? If you want anything just say and I'll go get it" I fold my arms and look away trying to pass it off as no big deal; because it isn't. I'm not doing this because I like him or I'm worried. I'm doing this for the Juudaime. God dammit he better realise that too!

He simply blinks and looks confused, like a fool. But then it seems to click and he smiles again leaning back into his pillow happily.

"Well I'm really thirsty actually"

What's that surpassed to mean? So he wants water or what? Screw this I don't want to play nurse. So instead I ignore him and sit down on the bed trying my best to look as annoyed as possible, because to be honest I don't particularly want to be here.

"Where's your old man anyway?" I grumble looking at the colourful socks and tissue littering his bedroom room floor. Seriously does he even clean his room?

I hear him laugh and flick my eyes over to him watching in amusement as he chokes slightly when a harsh clutter of coughs hit him. It's funny and slightly cute as his winces…

What…?

Stupid idiot.

"Ahh" he says rubbing the front of his chest smiling back at me as I frown. "He's away at the moment visiting my aunt. He won't be back for a couple of days" he tells me blowing his nose.

Another scowl takes a hold of me as I watch him. Jesus he really is ill.

I take pity on him and push back up off the bed heading for the door.

"You're leaving?" he asks behind me, sounding slightly worried.

I turn back round to face him, rolling my eyes as I do. Honestly does he really think I'd leave without my bag - which by the way is sitting on the end of his bed in plain sight? His sickness addled brain must have turned to mush; I have a 3 week supply of cigarettes in there!

"No stupid. You need a refill of water right?" I say as though it's obvious, which it is. It's not like I felt the need to wonder around his fish riddled house.

He looks surprised like I just offered myself to him. Wait. Wrong choice of words there…

Whatever.

His kitchen isn't easy to use. It's separated into food for the restaurant and food for Yamamoto senior and the baseball idiot. Meaning it's all freaking colour coded! Blue means it's for the restaurant and red isn't. I faintly remember that idiot telling me and the boss last time we were here and the boss got curious as to why everything had these stupid labels attached. Not that I was paying attention.

Once I managed to successfully fill a glass with water I get curious. When was the last time he ate? Had he even been out of bed to get himself something?

Living with Shamal for a while meant I did actually pick up on a few things; Other than Shamal's tips on getting woman to swoon, which may I add he's terrible at. Flinging one's self at woman and trying to woo them into bed does not work. But Shamal's issues aside he did teach me how to dress wounds and keep them successfully infection free. He also taught me that when ill it's best to rest and eat high nutrient foods. Not that I actually listened to him…

That being said what was the freak eating? One look at the kitchen sink told me not a lot.

For some reason I take pity on him again…

Half an hour later finds me frowning over a bowl of tomato soup. I don't care what people say about me and Bianchi, I unlike her can cook. It's not supposed to be surprising! Living on my own taught me that I have to fend for myself, this means at some point I am going to have to cook something. When I do manage to get a good wage from my part time job - and I can actually afford something other than instant noodles – I tend to splash out on some decent food, food that actually needs cooking instead of being shoved in that crappy excuse of a microwave.

Finding a decent bowl for the soup and plate for the toasted bread to go with it isn't hard. Luckily the plates and such aren't colour coded up. I also realise that balancing plates and dishes and a refill of water on a tray is actually quite difficult. How the hell does that Idiot make it look so easy? Does he have freaking enhanced balancing skills!? Surly baseball isn't that good a sport that it can do that. Stupid of course it isn't!

Yamamoto looks pleasantly surprised when I walk in with the tray and dump it down in front of him, while telling him to be grateful or die.

"I thought I could smell something good" he tells me cheerfully while looking it over and covering a cough.

His stomach then gurgles and confirms my suspicions of him not eating much. I frown. Why does that bother me so much? It's his own goddamn fault for not taking care of himself. Yeah, it's so own sick addled fault.

"Ah this is really good!"

I break from my thoughts and watch in fascination as he slurps away at the soup smiling up at me.

"Well what the hell were you expecting?!" I snap.

He blinks and lets that stupid confused look pass over his face again. I swear this idiot goes throughout much of his life confused. If he put half as much effort into his studies as he did baseball he could probably start catching me up grades wise. Ah, wait don't be stupid that's impossible.

"Ah, well your related to Bianchi, so I thought maybe I would end up being poisoned" he has the nerve to attempt to laugh as he finishes the sentence, and I have to tell myself killing would not help the situation and the Tenth wouldn't be happy if this waste of air died.

"Idiot! Just because I'm related to Bianchi doesn't mean I have her poor skills when it comes to cooking too!" I ball my hands into fists and then watch as he disintegrates into a coughing fit as he laughs.

A small spark of worry washes away the irritation as he reaches for the glass of water on the bed side table. But due to the fact that he eyes are tightly such due to the pain from coughing so aggressively he can't reach it. I sigh and pick it up instead sitting back down on his bed and hand it to him. He gives me a weak smile and drinks. I sigh once more as he calms back down.

"You really are ill then…" I state folding my knees to my chest and watching him continue to eat from the corner of my eyes.

"Ah, yeah I guess so. I haven't been ill for a while though and when I am my dad's here so it's a bit easier. But he's away at the minuet and I don't want him to worry" he tells me breaking the toast in half and ducking it into the bowel seemingly more than happy. He then glances up. "But you're here so I guess that's okay"

I feel my face flush at the words he's just so carelessly said. What the hell does that mean?! Is trying to say he's happy that I'm here? Who the hell says that to another guy anyway? I suddenly remember that this is the baseball idiot and that he never thinks before he speaks so I shouldn't be so shocked. I shake my head and sigh in frustration.

"Well don't expect me to play your goddamn nurse" I tell him sharply. He better not get the wrong idea.

"Haha, I wouldn't mind"

…WHAT!

The force of which my head shoots round to look at him physically hurts and I can already see myself sitting in front of Shamal demanding him to hand over whatever pain medication he's got later. But seriously did Yamamoto just say that? Even his poor excuse for a brain must make the connection that there are just some things that you don't say to people.

"Don't get the bloody wrong idea you idiota! Per l'amor di Dio non ho mai incontrato qualcuno così stupido come te nella mia vita! Se dici qualcosa di così stupido che ancora una volta mi occuperò personalmente di fare in modo non sarete mai in grado di giocare che lo sport maledetto ti amo così tanto di nuovo!(1)"

It took me a moment to realise that in my anger I'd slipped into Italian by reflex. It didn't happen often and when it did I usually got funny looks from the people I had the misery of hanging around with. Like the time when Bianchi and me had fallen into an argument. We had all been round Yamamoto's place celebrating something; even that annoying Haru girl and Lawn head's sister were there. It had been one the most embarrassing things I had ever done. I can't even remember what we were arguing about. But somewhere between her yelling at me and me yelling back I had slipped into the flow of Italian even though she was still clearly speaking in Japanese. Apparently my anger had just been that great. Luckily for me only Bianchi, Shamal and Reborn and Dino had understood what I had said. However that didn't help much when the rest of our group were staring at me with looks ranging from confusion to awe.

"Oi, Tako head I extremely didn't understand what you just said!"

The experience of trying to explain to Lawn Head that yes, there were other languages other than Japanese had been one of the hardest things I had ever had to teach him…

But back to the current situation. I couldn't have been more mortified as he just stared up at me blinking.

"Erm, I don't speak Italian Gokudera… So I didn't quiet catch that…"

"Never mind! Just eat your goddamn soup and don't speak. It cause me great pain"

"Haha. Okay!"

In the end he didn't question what I had said. It didn't matter anyway, I would have been quite happy for the chance to repeat it back to him in a language he did understand. But after he had finished eating I had taken the bowl and plate back downstairs and made a start – initiated world war 3 - on cleaning up the mess he had left in the sink for god knows how long. Then, out of the goodness of my own heart, I had brought him yet another glass of water and two painkillers. He'd thanked me before downing them and placing the now empty glass down on table.

"Haha, you're being really nice today!"

I rolled my eyes and glanced at the clock on his table. Shit! School had already finished half an hour ago! Damn I had promised the Tenth I would go back after making sure this idiot was okay and get my afternoon mark. This however didn't seem like it was going to happen now. No doubt Shamal would find out too and grill me over it later. God I could already feel the headache.

"Don't get used to it. I'm only doing the Tenth a favour" I muttered to him before reaching for my bag at the end of the bed.

"You're going?" he asked softly watching me move off the bed.

I nod in response and move towards the door.

"Don't look so pitiful. If it bothers you so much I'll come back tomorrow and check on you. That way the Tenth will know your fine and you'll get some decent company out of it"

He cocks his head to the side in thought.

"But what will you get out of it?"

"As long as you let me smoke I'll be fine. Besides it's my job as the Tenths right hand man to make sure the rest of you slackers are alright"

"Does that mean you'd nurse Sasagawa- senpai back to health if he was ill? Or is it just a privilege that I have?"

The urge to inflict pain became too great and I ended up grabbing him by the front of his shirt and glaring harshly at him.

"If yo-"

The insult never materialised as he planted his mouth on mine and forced our bodies close to each other. I pushed at him trying to move his weight off me, but the sneaky bastard collapsed onto of me pinning me beneath him and making it impossible to move. I was stuck, with him on top of me lip locked. How the bloody hell had this happened? I was going to catch his stupid! That or his god dammed fever.

After his assault on my mouth he moved down to my neck and began nipping the skin there. He was really hot still from the fever and it was making me shiver. Had he lost his mind?! Why the hell wasn't I punching him in the face and making sure his nether regions never worked properly again?!

The loss of heat brought me back to my senses and I realised he had stopped and was staring down at me blinking. Oh hell no! He was not going act confused over this, he was the bloody one who had kissed me!

"You're not getting angry or pushing me away"

What…?

"Does that mean you're okay with this" he made some funny gesture between us and waited for me to answer.

Was I okay with this? He was meant to ask me that before he dived in and just kissed me out of nowhere; not afterwards! Why was he so back to front?

"You've already started so you might as well finish" I murmured not looking at him. I was not going to admit I had liked him kissing me or anything, so he better not damn well expect me to.

He was sinking down on me again, his lips close to my ear breathing warm puffs of air. I involuntary shivered and turned my head away from him.

"I'll take that as a yes then"

"I thought you were ill?"

"How can I even think about that when you're letting me do what I've wanted to for ages?"

Even if I had wanted to think about that I couldn't when his hand travelled down my thigh and rested at my knee. How far would he go with this exactly? All the way? Or just do a half assed job and stop when it looked like we were going to get serious?

My answer came when his finger began to slide the zip down on my pants and slowly pull them down. My hands suddenly clung to his shirt as I felt them slip away. He smirked, seemingly happy with my response. He then moved to his own pants while attaching his lips to mine again. We moved slowly hands exploring each other.

It was then a voice broke through our passionate moment and I froze beneath Yamamoto.

"Yamamoto? Are you home?"

The Tenth was here! He was going to see us like this half naked and kissing the living daylights out of each other!

"Oi, Yamamoto get off!" I hissed in my half panicked state.

He just looked at me and frowned pushing up onto his hands, still hovering over me.

"Why?"

"The Tenths here you complete ass. Do you want him to catch us like this?"

I could hear the Tenth making his way up the stairs coming closer to us and finding us.

"Move!" I yelled at him deciding that playtime was over as I grabbed my pants and pulled them back on smoothing them down and trying to make myself look presentable. I then grabbed Take-Yamamoto's own clothes and flinging them at him with an order to put them on or die.

This was all done in time for the Tenths arrival as he came waltzing through the door and blinking in surprise at me.

"Eh? Gokudera-kun? Your still here?" he then smiled at me, probably thinking I had had been keeping the idiot company all this time; which technically I had been.

"Ah, Juudaime, erm, yeah this idiot kept me talking all afternoon" I explained, trying to keep my voice level and cool the flush in my cheeks.

"Oh, that was kind of you Gokudera-kun!" I was rewarded with another kind smile as he turned to fuss over Yamamoto asking if he was okay and if there was anything he could do.

"No it's okay Gokudera's been looking after me just fine. He even made me soup!"

Idiot! He shouldn't tell Juudaime that!

I once again flushed as the Tenth turned to me blinking. Most likely wondering why I had made a 360 turn in respect to my attitude towards the baseball freak. It wasn't like I had done it to be nice!

"Well as the Tenths right hand man, it's my job to make sure that his guardians are in good condition. After all how are you supposed to protect the Tenth if you're so ill?"

It stayed like that for while with Yamamoto making stupid comments and me having to correct him. But I was beginning to feel slightly awkward as time went on. He kept shooting me these odd looks that were making my stomach flip and the room feel slightly warmer. What was with that?!

In the end I decided it would be best to leave and get the hell out before I did or said something stupid. After all I must have caught his stupid when he kissed me.

Oh God don't think about it!

The Tenth seemed concerned as he pointed out I had suddenly had gone red. I quickly made an excuse that I had to go because it was getting late and I still had some studying to do. They brought it; at least I think the Tenth did. Yamamoto just gave me an odd look that reminded me of disbelief. I swear to God if he tells the Tenth what occurred before he walked in he will die slowly, pathetically and painfully.

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It came as no surprise when the next day rolled round and I went off to meet the Tenth for school that Yamamoto was already standing there with a grin on his face. He looked fine with that healthy glow to his skin once more apparent and his arms resting behind his head casually. I couldn't help but frown. Did he have the healing process of a God or something?

He greeted me enthusiastically and made no comment about what had occurred last night. In fact he was very subdued and made no move to be overfriendly like he normally did.

Now what the hell was wrong with him?

The Tenth made a hasty exit from his house, running along with a piece of toast in his mouth. He came to stop in front of us and greeted us like he normally did, a soft smile making its way across his face.

"Good morning Tenth!" I said happy now he was here. It would take my mind off the idiot and hopefully keep things less awkward.

But to my surprise Yamamoto suddenly drew up to my side and slipped his hand through mine, well out of Tsuna's sight. He said nothing and continued to talk to Tsuna about this year's baseball season and how he was a regular on the team again. I just stared up at him wondering why on earth he was suddenly holding my hand. I didn't dare say anything though being as Tsuna was right next to us. So I left it and let Yamamoto do as he pleased for now.

But my chance came as the Tenth ran off to greet Lawn Heads sister and Haru who had taken to walking half way with the other girl.

"What are you doing?" I asked Yamamoto as we came to a stop at the gates.

He simply smiled down at me and gave my hand a squeeze.

"You said I should finish what I started yesterday. So that's what I'm doing"

Even though I had never heard something to stupid in my life and even though I really should have punched him for using my own words against me. Somehow I could bring myself to and so for once in my life I let things be and simply let him hold my hand, as we walked into the school. Then at the end of the day when we were walking home I didn't bother to question him as he reached for it again.

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So there we have it! By the way I have been busy on a new KHR project this one is actually a full story rather then one of these quick one shots. Hopfully after I get a few more chapters done I will start posting it. So there something to look forward to I surpose. Again I apologise for the lack of updates.

(1) - For god's sakes I've never met someone as stupid as you in my life! If you say something as stupid as that again I will personally make sure you'll never be able to play that goddamn sport you love so much again!