I've been lonely lately—primarily because MJ just died, not that I'm a huge fan, I just realized that he was the last happy memory of my childhood and it was all sad to hear the news…Oh well, thanks for everyone who had been reading this fic. I've been more than eager to finish this and my other ones. I initially thought I'd finish JPTM first but…*sigh* it's so hard to lighten the personality of canon dark characters. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! :) And please please do leave review—it never failed to inspire me! :)
XxLadyYuixX: Yes, writing Nakago is soooo difficult! Ahahaha! But he's soooo challenging too!
Michi: Awww...thanks! Hope I didn't annoy people by suddenly adding Nakago in the story. :)
Flowerypetal: Don't worry! If Yui and Sai are really for each other, they'll end up together! ^_^
Princess-of-doctors: Teddy bear? Ahahaha! I love that! Yes, Nakago is Yui's teddy bear. I wish I had someone as dashing as my teddy bear. *blush*
Disclaimer: FY is not mine, I'm thinking of coming up with a standard disclaimer from now on. Hmmm…Let's see…
Chapter 17: You're Still Mine, Right?
By Slavedriver2008
My condition worsened through the night, I knew so because I can't open my eyes and each movement brought pain. There was also the worried look in Nakago's face and his palm was always pressed on my forehead, my neck. Warm wet towels would frequently brush through my face, my arms, my legs, and my body shivered involuntarily. It was so damn cold.
But he never left me, I would always wake up with his arms pulling me close. He never changed, didn't he? He was still the type who would willingly stay up all night to look after me. I didn't know if it was a good sign, considering the lengths of what he did just to control me in the book. Achoo! I let out a sneeze and it earned me a soft chuckle from him. I should stop thinking of the book. I recited in my head.
Stop. Thinking. Book.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, my eyes still heavy. I opened them and my eyes watered. The light inside the room was too bright I ended up placing my hand above my eyes.
"Bad. Very bad," I whispered, my throat dry and throbbing. What the hell happened to me last night? "Can you help me up?" He needed not answer, his hands supported me as I sat on the side of the bed. Nakago stayed unflinching beside me.
"You got too soaked last night," he explained and I briefly wondered why he said so and then I realized I was not wearing the same clothes I was in. I crunched the white shirt and frowned. It was too big for me, it was probably his. Anyway, it occurred to me too that I was devoid of any form of clothing apart from this...shirt. Great, I saw Nakago again, and he'll probably remember me and my drenched underwear. What a good first impression.
"Where am I?" My head was so darn heavy and I felt so…down.
"In my apartment. Someone's here to see you. Do you want me to see them or…they can come back later if you're not well," he suggested and I felt that he wanted me to take the second option. I was tempted to, actually, but I would end up lying in bed and feeling so hot.
"It's okay. Who is it?" I whispered, leaning to him.
"Miaka. Tamahome and—"
"Fine. Fine. It's just them." My voice sounded awful. "Oh, and it's not Tamahome, it's Taka now." Nakago let out a soft chuckle and I looked up to him, still couldn't believe he was capable of laughing. He looked down softly and planted a kiss on my forehead.
"Call me if you need anything." Pink must have formed on my cheeks but how could I know? I was sooo feverish. He slowly stood up and I pulled the sleeve of his shirt.
"You're Nakago, right?" I asked, wanting to make sure it was him and not some doppelganger pretending to be my seishi.
He reached for my face and looked me straight in the eye. "Yes, of course. I'm the only one who always finds you in the streets." I laughed, there was nothing funny about what he said. I just felt like laughing. I must be going crazy. Speaking of which, my head's starting to throb and I winced.
"Don't stress yourself. Call me if you're too tired."
I nodded slowly, trying to clear my thoughts of the pain and the heaviness that filled my body. Miaka came in and immediately hugged me. I smiled half-heartedly at her. She looked worried and when our skins met, she realized I was scorching.
"Oh my God Yui, you have a fever!" she said in a shrilly voice that broke my eardrums.
"Stop shouting, Miaka." My bestfriend sighed.
"We were so worried about you. It took us awhile before we found Na—Nakago's place." Her voice lowered and I smiled at her.
"He took care of me last night," I said, still dazed from the fever. "He comforted me the way he usually does back in Kutou…" I frowned when I remembered what happened last night. "Is Sai…"
"He's here," Miaka answered my unfinished question and I felt bad all over again. "He's been dead worried about you, couldn't believe Nakago just showed up and took you home." Miaka sat beside me and held my hand. "It was the first time I saw him lose his composure, temper, everything. You wouldn't believe—" she stopped speaking and her eyes bore into me. I was overridden by guilt. "Can he talk to you?"
I turned toward Miaka and my body wringed in pain. "I…don't know…" My voice sounded awful and I probably looked so sick and ugly—and I'm wearing Nakago's shirt for God's sake. "He hates me…" Miaka wrapped her arms around my shoulder and I frowned. "I slapped him…"
Miaka gasped. "Seriously?!" I covered my face with my hands, I was so ashamed of what I did. Out of the blue, Miaka laughed. "If you don't talk to him now, I swear I will never be your friend anymore, Yui." She stood up and went for the door. "I'll tell him you'd love to see him."
Before I could protest, she opened the door and Sai came into view. "Is she—?" He stopped speaking when he saw me, slouched on the side of Nakago's bed. He tried to smile but I can see the pain in his eyes. There was reluctance too…
Miaka pushed him inside and abruptly closed the door. Silence filled us and I looked away from him. My body felt so heavy and I realized how awful my condition was. I gasped when he walked toward me, kneeled in front of me, and placed his hands on my face. Our eyes met and all the pain from last night came back. Tears fell from my eyes and I looked away.
He kissed me. Softly. On the lips.
It was fast but the pressure lingered despite my throbbing head. "I'm sorry," he told me and my eyes widened. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Yui…" He kissed me again and I realized he shouldn't be doing that because I'm sick. I pushed him away, and he looked surprised when I did.
"Stop kissing me! Can't you see how sick I am?" I told him and some noises came from the door. Oh my, Miaka and Taka were probably listening. A smile formed on his lips, unconscious of our friends on the door, and he kissed me again, this time pushing me down on the bed. "Sai! Stop—" my protests drowned in the movement of his lips and I responded to him as he explored my mouth. His hand caressed my breast and I whimpered, trying to push him away. His hands made me feel hot even though I was still dressed. He bit my lower lip and my eyes widened when he leaned down to graze his teeth on the cloth that covered my now hardened breast.
I arched to him, stifling a moan I was desperate to keep. It left me anyway. Damn, the temperature of my body went a notch higher. I tried to push him away. I mean, we can't have sex in Nakago's bed! "Sai...Stop..." I told him but he continued and I swear, if he insisted, I would voluntarily give in. To hell with everything. He kissed me again and I was moaning in his mouth, his hands still kneading me, playing with the buttons of the shirt. I was out of breath when he stopped. I brushed his cheeks and smiled at him.
"Yui...I love you. I would repeat it as much as you like as long as..." He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. "You're still mine, right?"
The door swung open and Nakago stepped in. His eyes stared sharply at us, face contorted to a familiar look when one of the seis failed to do his biddings. Anger was an understatement.
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