Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Yuki's Nightmare ❯ Day 2 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Notes XP : Heh.. This is more fluff than humor though I doubt you could call it fluff.. XD Anyway.. XP Sorry if you encounter any OOCness, I was trying hard to make them as much in character as possible. I'll explain stuff in the end note XP


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Chapter 3 – Day 2


Yuki was once again woken up too early by the unpleasant sounds of Shuichi's vomiting. He took the abandoned pillow and pressed it against his ears, hoping to drown out the disgusting noise. No such luck – the writer could still hear everything except it was a bit muffled now. Shuichi finished, cleaned himself up and dragged his feet back to the bedroom. He threw himself noisily on the bed only to find that his pillow has been stolen. He snatched it away from the novelist's hands and put it under his head, sighing. He definitely didn't like being sick. Not one bit.

The singer quickly fell back asleep but Yuki couldn't force his brain to shut down for a couple more hours. He grumbled some swears at his lover's stomach and sat up. He couldn't fall back asleep, it was 7AM and he didn't feel like getting up yet. 'Great...'he thought sarcastically, 'Another early start to a long, hard day.'He leaned back against the headboard of their bed and just sat there, staring off into space.

After about half an hour, he felt like getting up so he went to take a shower. This successfully wasted half an hour more and he felt a bit refreshed now. He still wasn't happy but at least now he was actually awake, both his body and mind were working properly. The writer got dressed and went to get his usual breakfast – a nice, hot cup of coffee and a cigarette. He took the freshly brewed drink to his office and got to work.

At around 11, he heard Shuichi getting up and running to the bathroom again, just as the phone rang. Yuki went to where he last saw the phone – their bedroom – and took the call. “Moshi moshi”

“Hello, Yuki-san? Where's Shuichi?” It was Hiro.

'Ahh, so this is what I've completely forgotten about... Shuichi's work...'The brat was supposed to call his guitarist friend yesterday! “He won't be coming to work today.” He told the musician.

“No way! I don't care what kinky thing you did last night ,you animals, get him up 'cause we're already falling behind with the recording!”

“Flattering but it's not because of me.. This time..” He held up the receiver towards the bathroom, where Shuichi was emptying his stomach rather noisily.

“Oh.. Wow, that sounds bad...” Hiro sounded thrown-off and somewhat embarrassed at him jumping to conclusions like that. Yuki grumbled something illegible “Well, give him my best, I'll call him later to see how he feels. Bye!”

“Yuki just grunted. It wasn't that surprising that Hiro thought Shuichi was trying to get out of work because of something they did on the night before – it's happened before. The writer grinned slightly at the memories and was lost in thought when Shuichi came out of the bathroom.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked in an accusatory tone. He was 90% sure the sadistic writer found his misery amusing.

“I'm not smiling. Your guitarist friend called, you forgot to call them up yesterday to say that you weren't coming to work today!”

“Sorry...” Shuichi looked apologetically up at his lover, who stalked off towards his office, muttering something about “Damn brats who can't even take care of their own business..”. The singer just looked at his lover walking away tiredly and went back to bed – he felt worse than yesterday and was even more tired too.

At lunchtime, Yuki finished up the chapter he was on and broke away from the lap top. His stomach demanded food so the writer went down to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. The place was just as clean as he left it last night, so Shuichi most likely hadn't been in here yet. 'What is that idiot thinking? He better not be playing on that PS2 without any breakfast!'Already formulating a threatening scolding in his mind, Yuki made his way to the living room. He stopped at the entrance though when he saw that this room too was spotlessly clean. There was no sign that the singer was in here. 'He couldn't be...'The writer headed for the bedroom, hoping that the boy wouldn't be asleep. If he slept too long, it was a sign that he wasn't feeling well, which spelled unpredictable trouble for Yuki. He opened the door, came inside and saw that Shuichi was indeed still sleeping. 'Shit.'He went up to the bed and sat down on the edge. Should he wake him up? Or would it be better to let the boy sleep? Deciding that too much sleep now meant the singer wouldn't fall asleep in the evening, he reached over to shake his shoulder.

The small ball curled up in the middle of the king-sized bed had the covers pulled up to his rosy cheeks, showing only the top half of his face and a mess of black hair. Eiri shook his lover's shoulder but nothing happened. Then he noticed the flushed cheeks and heard the slightly labored breathing and stopped moving for a minute. The singer looked so weak, so fragile, that he might almost break if Yuki wasn't careful. He didn't know what to do – he didn't want to touch the boy for fear of somehow making him worse but he wanted to wake him up to see if he was alright. To put it off, he went to the kitchen to the medicine drawer and took out a thermometer. He came back to the bedroom, hoping really hard that the singer would be awake but nothing changed. He sat back down next to the boy. 'Stop being so friggin' stupid!'he chided himself, 'He's not made of porcelain! He won't fucking fall apart if you touch him! Just do it already, don't be such a fucking wuss!' He reached out and lifted Shuichi up a bit so he could drag him up onto his lap. He put him up across his lap so it would be easier for him to take the boy's temperature and frowned when the singer curled up into a small ball instead of waking up. Yuki put his hand to the boy's forehead first and was really surprised at how hot it was. He was no doctor, hardly knew anything about stuff like that, really, but even the writer could tell that getting a high temperature all of a sudden was pretty bad. Especially when coupled with the slightly heavy breathing.

Yuki took the thermometer and stuck it in his brat's mouth. The few minutes he had to wait seemed to drag by painfully slow on purpose, just to try and make the writer even more irritated – and worried. Finally, time was up and Yuki took the thermometer out of the boy's mouth. He looked at the temperature displayed, reset it and put it back in Shuichi's mouth. The second reading was the same – and so were the third and fourth. 'Fuck'40ºC. 'This can't be good...'He put the boy back on the bed and went into the kitchen in search of something that would lower the singer's temperature. Eventually he found a syrup that looked promising. He took it back to the bedroom along with a small spoon and cursed again when he saw the expiration date. He really needed to clean that drawer out... He would go out to get some medicine but wouldn't dare leave Shuichi alone after what happened on the day before. Even though the boy had no reason to look through Yuki's things for anything and didn't look like he would be running around the place in the short time it took the writer to run down to the nearest shop, he still couldn't leave the brat by himself, not like this. Unless! Yes, there was a way to make sure his little idiot wouldn't cause any trouble!

He put Shuichi's head in between the four very fluffy pillows, then took out the largest blanket he could find and tucked it in very, very tightly around the little man's body. And stapled it to the mattress, just to be sure. And in case the little freak of nature somehow managed to overcome his fever and the blanket, he put a heavy duvet on top of him. Then he soaked a small washcloth in cold water, wrung it out and put it neatly on the singer's forehead to try and cool him down a bit. With that done, Yuki locked the bedroom door from the outside, grabbed his things and hurried to the nearest shop there was. Once there, he asked for something to cure fever and was given a box of pills. When he got back to the house less than 20 minutes later, the writer unlocked their bedroom door and was relieved to see that the boy was still bound to the bed, sleeping. Yuki sighed with relief and put the pills on a bedside table. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and then, after having put it beside the pills, he unbound his lover from the bed. He left the blanket and thick duvet on top of him though, and sat down on the bed.

Shuichi stirred and turned his head to the side, causing the cloth to slip off his forehead. He opened his eyes a bit and looked blearily up at the writer. “Gmoornin Yuuki”, he mumbled.

“Morning, brat.” Yuki said back. “Sit up.”

“Whhyyy?” The small whine grated at the writer's nerves but he restrained himself from raising his voice.

“'Cause I said so.” He said, irritated.

Shuichi grumbled and slowly, reluctantly sat up, rubbing his eyes. He felt tired and heavy, so the singer leaned back against the headboard with a sigh. He looked at the writer questioningly from under half-closed lids. He was breathing pretty heavily – well, more heavily than normal - and it felt as if there was some unseen force on his chest, preventing his lungs from expanding enough to take in a large, satisfying breath. This really irritated the boy and made him very annoyed.

“Here, take these.” Yuki held out the water glass and two small, white, round pills.

“No.” Shuichi frowned at the offering.

The curt, defying reply stunned the writer a little but it only lasted a second. “Now.” he growled.

“No. I don't like pills – they taste yucky and always get stuck in my throat.” The little pop star crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, pouting angrily.

“Take them or I'll make you..!” Yuki was running out of patience for the brat.

“No.” Shuichi growled slightly and sealed his lips tight when he saw Yuki getting closer.

Yuki glared at the brat and thought about what he should do to make him swallow the damn pills. 'I have 3 options... Option #1: Grab Shuichi's jaw, press the joints to open and force the pillows down his throat. Though then he'd probably choke... And he'd start wailing... And we'd get into another fight...' Yuki sighed and reluctantly crossed this option out. 'Option #2: Kiss the brat and when he opens his mouth, quickly break away and shove the pills inside. But then I'd most likely get sick too.. And having him sick is bad enough.. We wouldn't be able to take care of ourselves and Tohma would get involved, no doubt...'He grimaced and threw this option away too. He snickered and chose the third option.

Shuichi was still sitting up against the headboard, trying to glare at his lover, failing miserably. Yuki put the glass back and the singer narrowed his eyes. He knew that there was no way in hell the writer would give up so easily – and he was right.

Yuki smirked at Shuichi with that superior look in his eyes that spelled trouble for his little brat. The singer's feverish mind was running through all the possible things Yuki could so to him to make him swallow the stupid pills and he shivered. Yuki got onto the bed and slowly, like a dangerous predator, crawled up to Shuichi. The singer gulped and pulled the covers up to his chin, which the writer promptly snatched away. He trapped the boy's legs with his own and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You needto take these pills, Shu, and I'll makeyou take them.” Then he reached up under the little singer's pajama top and made him squeak when he touched that sensitive area under the boy's arms. Yuki was tickling him ruthlessly until the feverish singer could hardly breathe. Then the writer grabbed the pills, threw them into Shuichi's mouth and grabbed his lips, pulling them together so the boy couldn't spit the medicine out. Shuichi looked a bit like a pissed-off duck, which greatly amused the sadistic writer.

Over a minute passed before Shuichi gave in and swallowed the pills – or rather tried to, since they got stuck in his throat. Yuki let a small smile creep to his lips and handed his lover the glass of water, getting off the singer. “Good. Now go back to sleep.” He grunted.

“But I don't wanna. I've slept enough. I'm not tired now.” Shuichi whined quietly. Yuki growled, annoyed. He was obviously still tired. 'I swear, that brat is only sick to annoy the hell out of me.'“Fine. Go get some breakfast then.” Shuichi thought about it for a minute and then grunted softly and fell under the covers without another word. 'Thank god for those drowsy pills...'Yuki thought and left the room.


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Author's Ending Note! XD : Heh.. I know that Shuichi isn't actually as whiny about pills and takes his medicine without trouble but the story wouldn't be the same otherwise.. XP XD I wrote this chapter while babysitting, it was really late and I was feeling a bit sadistic towards Yuki and Shuichi.. :3 That's why I made Shu feel worse than before XP And may have cursed myself because of that... =.= Not feeling too well myself now XD And I'm sorry if my descriptions of Shuichi's sickness and treatment aren't very good or true, haven't been that sick in years XD Trying my best to make it believable though! >.<

What else.. Oh yea! I've already written the doctor scene before this one but felt like adding something in between XD The doctor chapter (which I think is way better than this, and funnier XD) will probably be the next chapter of this story! Woohoo! And this one would've been up way, way earlier (XP) but I suddenly got an idea for another Gravi fic and was working on that one XD Damn.. And my summer exams are next week... And the only thing I do in class is write Gravitation fics, pretending to study! >.< >.< >.<