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"Random Subject Prompts"
Chapter 037: Hatori Sohma
Anime: Fruits Basket
Prompt: Delirious/Cold
Chapter Warning(s):
Author's Note: I love writing a comical Kagome ;D
KH*HS*KH*HS
Kagome coughed, pulling the blanket until it covered half of her face. Her cheeks were flushed with fever and sweat dotted across her forehead. Her vision was blurry and her throat felt like it was on fire from scratchiness and irritation. She hated to admit it, but it was inevitable.
She had a cold. She was sick. An invalid. It was awful. Disgusting. Gross.
She released a soft moan of despair, closing her eyes.
From her bedside, Hatori gazed at his wife of two years with a blank expression. He didn't have to ask, he could practically read her thoughts without her saying a single word. She had the tendency to be a little… dramatic… when she was confined to bed rest.
He blamed her time spent with Shigure and Ayame. He'd always known those two would corrupt her if given the opportunity. He sorely regretted leaving her alone with them for any length of time, especially during their high school days. He really should have known better.
"You have a cold," he bluntly stated. It was like ripping a bandage off. The quicker and cleaner he got it over with, the sooner he could deal with the fallout. And there would be one.
The small cry Kagome released was filled with anguish. The way she rolled onto her side, facing away from him, was also expected. It was even cute the way she lightly kicked her feet back and forth under the covers in a mini tantrum. Hatori had to force his facial features to remain neutral instead of the amused smirk he wanted to reveal.
"Why?" she cried out, voice muffled by the blanket and pillows. "Why, Kami-sama? Why? Haven't I been faithful? Why would you curse me with this damned cold? I haven't done anything wrong." There was a pause, then, "Okay, maybe I did hide Shigure's manuscript so that he would get into trouble with his agent, but! But it was only because that jerk hid my favorite paperweight."
Paperweight? Hatori silently questioned, brows furrowing only the tiniest bit. But he didn't voice his thoughts. He knew she wasn't yet done ranting and 'confessing her sins.'
As if she had read his mind, she continued, "The paperweight that looks like Buyo. I love that paperweight, and the jerk still hid it because he thought it would be funny to see me running around like a chicken with its head cut off." A tiny fist slammed into the pillow. "It's making me mad just thinking about it again. That stupid dog!" In the next second she was back to wailing, "And then there was the dress that Ayame made. I told him it wasn't pretty so that he would give it to me – for free! But I really, really loved that dress. Hatori did, too! The moment he saw me in it, he rip—"
"Alright, Kagome," he interrupted, cheeks flushing with an uncharacteristic blush. He distinctly remembered that particular night with crystal-clear clarity. Needless to say, they'd had an active evening, one he would like to repeat sometime in the future – without the possibility of anyone else overhearing her talk about it while in the grips of the common cold. "That's enough. You're delirious right now."
She buried her head under the pillow in an overly dramatic, distressed manner. When she spoke next, her voice came out even more muffled. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't deserve to be punished like this, damn it!"
Hatori did the only thing he could do. He gently petted her over the blankets and pillows that covered her petite figure. He sighed.
"Why do you always become like this when you get sick?"
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