Disclaimer: I don't own DCMK. I don't know anyone who would sue me if I claimed to, either...
Somehow, it was yesterday all over again. Kaito was right in front of his face, just like that morning, just like that manga...
...except, this time, the scene continued on as the rest of the fictional story did, and his kohai leaned in further...
"Good morning, princess."
...Shinchi's phone rang, breaking the scene apart as the great detective awoke.
"Calling: Kuroba Kaito", he read on the faint screen.
The detective quickly picked up, willing himself (unsuccessfully) to forget that dream.
"Hello...?"
"Ah... good morning, sempai..." Kuroba's voice said, although the younger sounded rather horse, and ended on a bout of coughing.
"What's wrong, Kuroba-kohai? You don't sound very good."
"Well..." here, he broke into barking wheezes, "I kind of got sick... so... I'm saying you don't need to wait for me or anything... for today..."
"Is anyone taking care of you?"
"Ah... well..."
Shinichi sighed. How did he know that this would happen?
"I'll be over in a few minutes, then. Don't do anything crazy."
"Y-you don't need to... I'm fine... really..."
"Yeah, yeah, and pigs will fly. I'm hanging up. Bye."
"Ah...! Sempai...! Sempai...!"
Halfway through these words, however, the detective was already out of the door. Any more protests fell on deaf ears as Shinichi dashed out to the bus stop, switching routes several times after boarding, if only to arrive just the tiniest bit faster...
When he arrived, Kuroba greeted him, although the other boy was clearly in no state to be doing so. Shinichi observed his kohai for a few moments, before taking a deep breath and launching into a rant.
"Kuroba-kohai, you're ill. You have flushed cheeks from the fever, your nose is most definitely congested, you have watery eyes, and worse, you haven't even bothered to eat, have you? Get back to bed and wait for me to cook something; I'll also clean up the mess here. I'll stop by to get you your homework later. No complaints; get to your room!"
"..."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!"
A few moments, and several near-disaster later, our favourite detective was slipping upstairs. He held a bowl of porridge in his hand, as well as a spoon, and several paper napkins. Shincihi had also prepared a glass of water and a cooling pad.
"Sempai... you're late for..."
"Say 'ahhh'. You really shouldn't worry about that... I'm always off helping out on cases, and I'm still doing fine academically. I'm going there in the afternoon to grab your stuff, so I'll get my homework too."
"MMMPH!" Kaito couldn't really say much with that spoon still in his mothe, though hsi eyes were wide open, as if he could not get over hsi shock.
Eventually, Kaito fell asleep with deep, restful breaths. Shinichi slipped out, writing a note for his kohai.
AN: This is only half of a day, so I suppose it's half a chapter. I'm really sorry about this, but I'll fall asleep again if I tried to write any more. This will be continued tomorrow, along with Day 8.