Hola! (I can say that because I took SPANISH ONE!! -alleluia chorus-)

Rating: T

Theme: Quite fluffy, basically general

Description: KYO IS ILL! WHATEVER SHALL WE DO?

Ailment

It was a nice quiet peaceful day as the birds sung gaily while they putzed around the foliage and on the ground. Two birds caught a worm and decided it would be fun to fight over it. They were forced to drop it, however, when a loud sneeze echoed through the trees.

Yuya froze.

So did everyone else in the group at the present time.

They all turned, simultaneously, to look at Kyo. Who was standing there, looking just as surprised that he had just sneezed.

Sneezed.

Benitora, Yukimura, Okuni, Sasuke and Botenmaru looked at each other and Yuya walked towards him cautiously, like she was expecting him to spontaneously combust. "Kyo? A-are you…alright?" She stammered out, keeping a respectable distance, but still getting close enough to see that his eyes didn't look quite focused on anything and he seemed to be breathing heavier.

"I'm fine." He mumbled. He took two steps around her then sneezed again, this time so hard he actually jerked back and stumbled, catching himself before he fell. Yuya was next to him as fast as she could be and held onto his sleeve gently.

"You," she started going for a motherly stern sounding voice, "are sick." Kyo rolled his eyes at her and shook her off of him with a snort while Okuni was practically having a seizure.

"I don't get sick."

Yuya watched him walk in front of her a few paces then stumble again, whipping his hand out to use a tree trunk as an anchor before he could fall face first into the ground. Yuya sighed and frowned at his stubbornness. He's never going to get killed by a sword, but by his own neglect.

Yuya walked over and grabbed onto Kyo's sleeve again, and pulled him over to a tree. "Lay down." She snapped at him, turning to Benitora and Sasuke before he could retort. "Please find some sort of fire wood." They nodded, both looking at Kyo like he had just grown a second head out of his foot. "Botenmaru can you please go get some water?" He gave her a smile and wandered off; one hand down his pants and chuckling, Yukimura shouting that he would go with Botenmaru.

"Ugly, you are delaying us." Kyo grumbled to her, but she noticed that he was sitting and leaning heavily against the tree trunk. Okuni was all over him mumbling stuff about the 'Poor baby.' Yuya resisted the urge to flick him on the head, seeing as that was probably not the safest thing to do, and just rolled up a blanket into a lame looking pillow, placing it against the tree.

"Shut up and lay down. You're in no condition to be bullying me." She attempted to growl at him but it came out sounding soft and worried. He was quiet, just watching her from under his bangs. Then he stood up shakily and wobbled around on his feet for a bit before Yuya grabbed onto his arm and forced him down. "Will you just lie down?"

He made a grunting sound and struggled to right himself again, to no avail. Yuya felt so bad for him, that a ruthless killer could barely stand up on his own two feet without help. That wouldn't last long though. Yuya put on a determined face and stood up next to him looking around for Botenmaru. Kyo let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head while he lay down and closed his eyes.

All that could be heard in the small clearing for a good while was the sound of Kyo's heavy breathing and the sound of birds. The rest of the men in the group showed up just before it got dark out, Sasuke and Benitora both sporting fresh bruises that, judging from the dirty looks they kept shooting each other, they had been the ones to give. Botenmaru had meandered on back sometime after they had a fire going with a whole bucket full of water which he plopped down next to her, splashing some onto her kimono.

"Thanks." She said looking sadly at her kimono.

"No problem." Botenmaru replied, yawning. Yuya rolled her eyes and chased Okuni away from Kyo. Okuni stood up and scowled angrily at Yuya while she flipped her hair back and sashayed away. Yuya resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at her retreating back and then turned her attention back onto Kyo.

He was "asleep", with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow and quick, his skin fiery warmth that contrasted with the brisk night air. Yuya chewed on her lip, weighing her options. She gently fluttered her fingers across his forehead and pushed his hair out of the way, only to have it slide back into its previous position. He had flinched slightly when she did that and opened his eyes, his hand swinging up so fast that Yuya didn't even see it coming until it grabbed onto her wrist tightly.

"Leave me alone." He ground out through his teeth. Yuya couldn't stop the automatic response that her body gave off when a man as dangerous as Kyo grabbed onto her and she started to shake. He noticed and released her hand, running the hand through his hair. "I don't need your sympathy." He told her angrily.

This time Yuya did flick him.

Not on the head like she had originally planned, but on the arm. He jerked in surprise and looked at her. "Grow. Up." She snarled at him. "I am going to take care of you and you are going to get better and you are going to be happy about it. Okay? Okay. Good." Kyo looked like he wanted to say something about that but he fell into a vicious coughing fit before he had a chance to.

Yuya's anger evaporated like a drop of water on a hot summer day. She reached over worriedly, placing one hand behind his back in between his shoulder blades and one on his chest. "Kyo?" she asked shakily. His coughing wound down and he leaned back again, opening his eyes and giving her a look.

"Can't keep your hands off me?" he asked with a mischevious smirk. Yuya scowled and retracted her hands like they had just been burned. Yuya contemplated smacking him upside the head and walking away, but then she looked down at him again and saw that he was practically drenched in sweat and he was breathing heavy.

She could feel the blush slowly lighting up her cheeks and she prayed to god, any god, that he couldn't see it because of the dim light. Yuya wasn't even really one hundred percent sure why she was blushing, but it had something to do with the fact that a sick Kyo was, never tell him she said this, cute.

She cleared her throat viciously and ripped a piece of cloth, dipping it into the water Botenmaru and Yukimura had brought. She brought it around, dripping some of it onto his chest where it just mingled with the sweat, and dabbed it lightly on his forehead washing and cooling. He opened his eyes and watched her as she worked. She tried to ignore him, but it wasn't easy. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, ominous and evil, but there was something different.

That's what caused Yuya to actually look him straight in the eye. There was an unreadable emotion that seemed out of place in his eyes. It was warm, but…

Demanding.

It both frightened and excited Yuya. She broke the contact first, twisting her torso around again to re-dunk the cloth into the bucket and bring it around to wipe down his chest. He shuddered as the cool material touched him and he moved around pathetically. "Hold still." Yuya whispered, once again moving her fingers through his hair in an attempt at comforting him.

It had always worked for her when she was sick and her brother was taking care of her, and she hoped that Kyo didn't mind her touching him like this. Yuya was forced to assume that he did not mind or else he would have compulsorily pushed her away instead of lamely trying to tell her to leave him alone.

Or he could have killed her.

But she wasn't complaining.

He was grinding his jaw together as the cold water, which was quickly becoming the same temperature as his body, dribbled on his chest. Yuya tried to make it as unobtrusive and quick as she possibly could but, you would have to go a little slower if you were wiping down a hot and sweaty man with impossibly beautiful abs…

Bad Yuya!

She wrenched her hand back away from him and held it close to her chest. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she reasoned with herself and blandly considered going over to join the rest of the group by the fire.

Yuya shivered as she just realized that she was actually quite cold. Kyo groaned and pushed his hand onto his head. Yuya gasped and leaned over him, prying his hand off of his face. "What's wrong?" she asked in an urgent but soft voice. He gave her a look that clearly said; 'What are you blind or something?'

"My head hurts." He croaked at her, still managing to make it sound mocking in his sick state. Yuya sighed and once again washed his face off with the cloth.

This is going to ba a loooooooong night.

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Kyo woke sometime before the sun rose and felt marginally better than he had the previous day. His head was no longer trying to detach itself and run off and his throat didn't feel like it was on fire, ditto for the rest of his body.

He rolled his head to the left and saw Yuya, not inches away from his face, and sound asleep, curled up in a tight ball with her arm draped indolently over his upper body. Kyo watched her as she mumbled something along the lines of "Catch that squirrel." And snuggled closer.

His mechanical response was to tense up and wait for an attack, but he knew she wouldn't harm him. She didn't have a reason to, especially after she was up most of the night cleaning him off and trying to cool him down.

Kyo closed his eyes and seriously considered drifting back off into sleep, a warm, cozy feeling starting in his chest that he hadn't felt since Sakuya-

His eyes slammed back open and he sat up so fast that her hands flew off of his chest and onto his legs. The jolt of his movement caused her to, also, sit up quickly and look around sleepily. "Wazzatfo?" she slurred, standing up quickly.

She looked around nervously, seemingly unable to remember where she was, until she rubbed her eyes and looked down at him. Then some serious dawning appeared on her face, so many different expressions in so quick a succession it was almost comical to watch. First she was surprised, then she was relieved, then she blushed, then she looked confused again, and then she looked downright mortified.

"Did I fall asleep on you?" she asked tensely in a horrified whisper. Kyo chose, wisely, not to respond to that, just to stand up, collect his Muramasa, and walk away. Yuya stood behind him and, even though he couldn't see her he could picture it, slowly became very angry. Almost on cue, she began to yell at him, waking up everyone in the camp and leaving Kyo with something that hazily resembled a smile on his face.

I was actually rather happy with the way this turned out!

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