Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Moments ❯ Choices ( Chapter 7 )

DISCLAIMER: I Don't own GW!!!!!!!!!!!! But, and that's a BIG but, I do feel like I have the right to make Kid's and Odin's personality mine. Though technically it's Bandai and Sunrise that made them up (Heero Yuy and Odin Lowe), I think I gave them something they didn't and so this thing belongs to me. If you disagree, then sue me! I don't care; I don't have any money anyway... BWAHHAHAHA!!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you can read this - you don't need glasses. ^__^

* * Same warning as always- there are some parts that are supposed to be in Japanese, and although I worked with a dictionary, it didn't translate from Japanese to English (if you must know, it was Japanese to Hebrew O__o!) so I don't know if I SPELLED it right... Gomen nasai, for whatever I did wrong...

Naomi

CHOICES

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AC 186.

Slowly he dipped the soft cloth into the bowl of water, waiting until the cold liquid will be soaked well into the fabric. The sound of dripping water followed as he lifted the cloth up and wringed it tightly, making sure no water would drip after the cloth. He turned back to face the small bed by his side, and so very gently, so very carefully, ran the cool cloth over the burning body of a six-year-old child.

The child flinched at the cool touch against his heated skin, turning his head aside, whimpering quietly in his sleep. His whole body shivered while the cloth traced slowly down his little slim form. He moaned at the sudden cool feeling, his discomfort eased if only by a little bit.

"...Odin..." His little tired voice whispered, and he weakly reached up a hand, searching for the man's face. A hand suddenly took his small palm, squeezing it lightly, and he smiled weakly at the comforting touch. "Kibon ga waroindesu ga..." (=I don't feel good) He called feebly.

"Shhh... It's okay, Kid..." The man replied gently, reaching up a hand to wipe away the sweaty strands of hair that clung onto the boy's sweaty brow. "Just rest."

Kid coughed and moaned miserably, turning a little in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position. He was so hot, and he felt so bad. His breathing was becoming harder, his head hurt; his whole body felt limp and weak. Even keeping his eyes open was so very, very, hard. He just wanted to sleep, he wanted to wake up and find this terrible feeling gone. He wanted Odin to make him feel better...

He heard the sound of splashing water and felt the cold cloth trace down his burning body once again. He sighed pleasantly at the cool contact.

Odin watched as the little boy drifted back into an uneasy sleep, his face pained and covered with sweat. He kept silent as he ran the cloth over and over the youngster's body, face worried.

He had come back home, after being away for three days, only to find Kid lying on the floor by the sofa, a blanket tangled around his sweaty body. Before he had left, he was aware of the fact that the little boy was showing the signs of a cold, and so he had left him with all the medicines, drinks and things he needed to get well. Last he had seen him, the boy was lying on the sofa, a tissue box in his lap, watching TV and waving him goodbye as he left. He had assured his worried heart that it was nothing but a simple cold, and that the boy could take care of himself for three days. But he was proven wrong.

The boy was running a very high fever and was beginning to show other symptoms, such as difficulty in breathing, accelerated heart rate, blackouts and so on. Symptoms he knew very well from watching the news. And the fact that they have lived on L2 V08744 for nearly three months did not make him feel any better. The news of the plague that raged through the colony was very well known, and he was a fool for thinking that now that he and Kid had left the colony, they've escaped the disease. After all Kid did spend quite a lot of time outside, having been sent on errands, and there was a slight chance that he might have... that he was now... that he... No! He didn't even want to think about it! Kid was going to be fine! Kid WILL be fine!! He will not let himself loose another person he... loved. Not after Linda. And defiantly NOT his Kid!

The boy coughed again, mouth slightly open as he struggled to get air into his labored lungs. The blond assassin watched him carefully as he took long, deep and shallow breaths, struggling to maintain the oxygen intake to his ill body. He felt his heart clench painfully as he watched the little boy struggle for his life, his small body getting tangled with the thin sheets, the sweat making them to cling to his fragile body. He had never seemed so small and helpless; Kid was a strong boy, so strong, Odin sometimes forgot he was only six years of age. And it made his eyes sting with tears as he looked down upon the small child, lying there, under the dim orange light of his night lamp, his chest heaving up and down as he fought to breathe, his messy hair sticking to his forehead.

Because of his high fever, Odin had taken the boy's cloths off, leaving him only in his underwear and under-shirt; this only made the boy look even more fragile. The small white tank top was completely soaked with sweat, and he could tell that the tight fabric was making the boy's breathing harder. He gently nudged him, and had to keep himself from wincing as two glazed cobalt eyes fluttered open, looking up at him painfully.

"C'mon, buddy, lets take this shirt off, okay? It'll make ya feel better." He explained softly, helping the boy sit up in his bed. The child's body was limp and seemed so weak, Odin had to guide the boy's movements, moving him like a small puppet. He quickly and gently took the shirt off, allowing the boy to lie back down.

"Haii ga itainadesu..." (=My lungs hurt) The boy murmured, his heavy eyelids closing. "Iikigorosai nadesu..." (=It's hard to breathe).

"Shhh..." The blond soothed, running his hand gently through the boy's hair, caressing him softly. "Sleep now, Kid. Shh... just sleep."

"Kowaii..." The child murmured again, turning to lie on his side, facing Odin. He curled into a fetal position, his whole body trembling. "Kowaii Odin... Ko..wa..ii..."

Odin watched as once again the boy's strength left him, and he drifted into sleep. Sighing sadly, he shifted in his chair, his hand still holding the little palm of the child, as his eyes looked around the room. They finally came to rest on a small figure that sat slumped on Kid's nightstand, its brown shimmering eyes looking up pleadingly at him. He smiled weakly and reached for the small stuffed bear.

Leaving Kid's limp hand, he took hold of the small bear, examining it thoroughly. He looked up from the large glass eyes and onto the little figure slumped on the bed, curled up in a sweaty mess, one arm dangling down from the bed. He carefully reached down for the small hand, and brought it back up to the bed. He then placed the little bear between the thin arm and the boy's body. The boy sighed and coughed, making Odin smile as he acknowledge the bear's presence by brining it closer to him, hugging it lightly.

"Take good care of him, Yoshi." He whispered to the ignorant toy, then got up, and reluctantly left the room.

* * *

It took him a while of researching through the net, but eventually, he had found his answers. And they weren't the ones he was looking for. His fears have been confirmed. The symptoms did indeed match those of the plague currently attacking L2. After conversing with an old comrade, a Federation doctor, Odin had found out that sadly enough, only the Federation distributed the antidote, and so it was given only to the people the Federation wished to hand it to. And only to those who could afford to pay for it. While he could afford paying for the thing, he was not on The Federation Most Liked Individuals list. Not after Linda's death.

After the attack of colony L6 SR2187X, after he had lost the woman he had intended on marrying with, Odin Lowe had stopped taking orders from the Federation. The choice dictated that he and Kid would now have to live on the run, having Specials agents tracking them with their guns in their hands, but it was a small price to pay. He will not allow himself to be one with those who murdered innocents. Not anymore. AC 175 was one thing, a mistake, but he didn't mind it as long as there was relative peace. But now things were changing and he wanted out. Moreover, he wanted revenge.

About two months after Lid's death, after it had become clear to all who was concerned that he was out of the business, a man had approached him. A man that he knew very well from the past, for he too had served the Federation long-ago. He had also managed to track him down about three years back, and then earned the name 'Bad Man', courtesy of one frightened little boy. And so, after being approached by Bad Man and his commander, the rebel's leader, he was offered a job. A chance to switch sides and get his revenge. But he hesitated, not really wanting to pursue such a negative emotion as revenge.

Sighing heavily, Odin turned back to his laptop. Running his fingers skillfully on the keyboard, he began to hack his way through the vast cyberspace kingdom, searching. It took him no more than an hour to get where he wanted. He typed his message on the screen, asking anyone for information about how to get the antidote he needed, and hit the ENTER key.

. . . SENDING MESSAGE . . . The computer announced.

Odin's fingers drummed impatiently on the table's surface. He was surprised to find that his message was answered quickly.

I MIGHT HAVE WHAT YOU NEED. The reply said.

Odin jumped back to his seat, fingers flying over the keyboard. WHO IS THIS?

I WILL SUPPLY IT IF YOU AGREE TO WORK FOR US, LOWE.

Odin gasped, how could anyone know who he was?! He had used all the precautions possible... WHO IS THIS?! He demanded.

THERE'S A JOB THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE ON L3 EF992. WE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DO IT.

QUINZE, IS IT? The assassin asked, sighing bitterly. There came no reply, but he knew he was right. Doesn't the guy know how to take a 'no' for an answer?!

ARE YOU INTRESTED?

Odin sighed again, shaking his head. There was no way he was going to go out and kill more people. He had promised himself that he was OUT of the business.

I AM WILLING TO PAY FOR THE DRUG, BUT NO MORE.

There was a long radio silence, before he was answered. HM... I'LL GIVE YOU TIME TO CHANGE YOUR MIND. LET ME KNOW.

. . . END MESSAGE . . .

Dammit! Dammit, dammit DAMMIT!!!! What was he to do now?!

* * *

He kept by his bedside, not leaving his side if only for a minute. He watched each and every one of his breaths carefully; making sure that one will follow the other. He kept feeding him drugs that will help the fever down, but nothing seemed to have a major effect on the boy. Seeing that the fever was only climbing up, reaching a critical level, Odin began to panic. He rushed to the bathroom and hastily began to fill the bath with cold water. Not waiting for the tub to fill, he ran back into Kid's room, and scooped the boy off his bed, carrying him like one would carry a baby. He rushed back to the bathroom, feeling the heat radiate out of the child's body, his sweat also clinging to his own cloths.

"Oh God, Kid..." He mumbled worriedly as he felt the burning flesh against his body. "Please be okay..."

The child moaned, as if in response, shifting in Odin's arms, his small hand clutching onto the man's shirt. "Atsuii..." (=Hot) He slurred, but shivered nonetheless. "Odin..."

"Shh..." He soothed again as he kneeled down in front of the bathtub, preparing to lower the boy into the cold water. "It's gonna be cooler now." He promised softly, looking down at the boy. The child had already drifted back into unconsciousness. Slowly and carefully, he lowered the child into the cold water.

"Ahh..." The boy called weakly, flinching at the shocking touch. "Nan desu ka..?"

"Just relax, it will make you feel better." He explained as he used his hand to cup some cool water and wash Kid's sweaty face.

"Iiya..." The boy protested, shivering wildly. "Soto... ano... uh... Odin... out..." He mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open as he looked up at the man washing him. "Want... out... Samuii-- ano...um... I-I'm cold..."

"Just a little longer." He promised quietly, making sure that the boy's body was indeed cooling down.

Kid nodded weakly, turning his head aside, closing his eyes.

"No, no! Stay awake Kid!" Odin called as he saw the child close his eyes slowly, body going limp as he prepared to fall asleep again. The last thing he needed is Kid going into a state of shock and blacking out again. "You gotta keep awake, buddy." He repeated more urgently. "Keep awake."

Those glazed blue eyes opened again and the child looked up at him, blinking. "Na...ani..?" He rasped quietly, looking clearly confused.

"Wakarimas ka?" (=Do you understand me?) Odin asked, trying to remember what little Japanese he had picked up from the boy.

The child just looked up at him, puzzled.

"English, kiddo. Speak English. Um... Aeggo."

Again Kid blinked. "English..?" He seemed thoughtful for a moment, trying hard to concentrate. "Oh... forgot..." He let out weakly, smiling sheepishly. He sighed and looked away from the man, the bright light of the bathroom hurting his tired eyes. He felt Odin's hand, which was supporting his head up as he lay down in the tub, shift slightly, and the man rubbed the pad of his thumb against his scalp, caressing him.

With a great effort, he turned his head around so he could look up at his worried caretaker. "Odin, can you..." He coughed, closing his eyes tight as he felt his lungs burn. "Ca-cannn-"

"Shh... don't speak kiddo..." The man whispered, reaching a hand up to stroke his unruly dark hair.

Kid smiled weakly at the soft touch, opening his eyes again, looking deep into Odin's own tired eyes. "Can you... I want... I want a story..."

Odin looked down at the boy, shocked at his sudden request.

"You remember...like before...before Linda... You always...told stories..."

Odin sighed, looking away as the painful memories of his lost love returned.

"Always made us...laugh..." Kid continued weakly, struggling to work his mouth and speak. "Onegai Odin-san..? Onegai...just one..."

"Sure, Kid." He let out, turning back to face those pleading dark blue orbs. Anything to keep you with me.

* * *

After making sure Kid's temperature had dropped down to a safer level, Odin carried the boy out of the bathroom and back to his room, laying him gently on the bed. The boy was still struggling to keep awake, looking up at Odin tiredly as he tucked his shivering form under fresh new blankets.

"...Odin..." He called pleadingly, struggling to lift his hand from the covers and reach for his hand.

"Shh..." The blond calmed him gently, stroking his wet silken hair. "If you won't be quiet, I won't be able to tell you a story, now would I?"

Kid nodded weakly, smiling a little. He settled deeper into the covers, looking up at his caretaker.

Odin took a deep breath, thinking. It has been nearly a year since he had last told the little one a story. Once he used to make up all sorts of crazy tales, making them a night of fun when Kid came to sleep in his and Lid's room. But since her death, he was never in the mood to do such things. However, one look upon these tired but yet expectant blue eyes, and his heart bled with sorrow and sympathy. How sorry he was for neglecting Kid like he had done.

He reached a hand and ran it through his dark and silken hair, ruffling it lightly. He smiled down at the little boy. "This is a story of a time long ago, long before the colonies, long before men had even ventured to space. This was a time of darkness and glory. A time when men road upon their armored horses, traveling the land, seeking adventure..."

Kid smiled weakly at him, closing his eyes, letting Odin's soft-spoken words ease his pain and torment.

* * *

He was so caught up in the story he was telling, that he hadn't noticed when darkness had claimed the boy once again. Sighing deeply, he rose from his chair and kneeled down by the bed, reaching a hand to push the sweaty strings of hair that clung to the boy's forehead. His fingers wandered down to caress his tender cheek, and he frowned as he felt how hot it was. Kid's breaths were becoming more and more labored, shallow and uneven. He traced his fingers down the small face, reaching down to his neck, to check on his pulse. His eyes widened and he gasped. He could barely detect it!

He quickly grabbed Kid's limp arm, and pressed his fingers against his wrist. Like before, he could detect a weak and irregular pulse. The boy's condition was worsening.

"Oh shit... Kid..." He cried, whirling his head around, eyes roaming desperately over the room, as if an answer was hiding there somewhere. He turned back to the small boy, tears in his eyes. "Please hold on... don't leave me... not you too, Kiddo, please... Oh God..." He bend forward, holding the limp hand close to his chest, burying his face on the small bed, the top of his head touching with the boy's burning body.

The child moaned, thrusting his head aside, face pained. He let out a whimper, and then took a sharp breath, as if forcing his lungs to breathe. Odin struggled to contain his tears, clutching onto Kid's small palm as if his life depended on it.

"I'll get you better, I promise buddy..." He assured him quietly, raising up to his feet. "Just hold on..."

* * *

WHO IS THIS? A replying message appeared on the screen no sooner than Odin had sent his message.

I WANT TO TALK TO QUINZE. Odin typed back. NOW.

THIS IS A PRIVATE LINE. GO AWAY.

TELL HIM IT'S THE IDIOT WHO IS WILLING TO FOLLOW HIS CRAZY PLANS, THEN KICK ME OUT FROM THIS CHANNLE.

There was a slight pause, and Odin could actually feel the man's hesitation, and perhaps even fear. He tapped his fingers on the desk, feeling a small chill climb up his spine. He really hated having to do this. He had promised himself no more killing. He had vowed upon it by Linda's grave. He had made an oath, vowing to her that he will leave his rotten past behind and proceed concentrating on his and Kid's future. And although Quinze's offer was tempting, for he still felt the burning need for revenge, he had tried to ignore it. But now, it seemed, he had no choice. He had to accept. Kid's life depended on it.

HAVE YOU MADE YOUR DECISION?

Odin snorted. Humph! Quinze! Always short and to the point. He looked back down at the keyboard.

I AM WILLING TO ACCEPT THE DEAL.

There was another long pause. He could tell the man was suspicious.

I'M GLAD YOU DECIDED TO MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE.

CUT THE CRAP! GET ME THE DAMN THING, OR GET ANOTHER MORON TO DO YOUR JOBS FOR YOU.

Another pause, longer this time.

GIVE ME 48 HOURS.

YOU HAVE 6 AND YOU BETTER GET IT, OR I SWEAR THAT I WILL PERSONALLY SEE FOR YOUR DESTRUCTION.

He knew that Quinze would not take him lightly. He could tell on them and the White Fang moron knew that. He also knew that there was an urgent 'job' those people wanted done, and there was no sane person alive that was willing to carry it out. No one but he. The moron that would follow any order, if he'll just get what he asked for in return...

After a long while of 'silence' an answer popped on the screen.

IT WILL BE DELIVERED TO YOU BY MORNING. ALONG WITH YOUR FIRST MISSION. WELCOME ABOARD.

. . . END MESSAGE . . .

* * *

About an hour later, the six-year-old opened his eyes again, his hand searching in the darkness, seeking the familiar and comforting touch that was always there.

"I'm here, buddy." Odin's soft voice called and Kid could feel him taking his hand in his. He moaned, enjoying the cool touch. "I'm so hot Odin..." He choked out, voice barely above a whisper. Talking was getting harder.

"Is this better?" Odin asked softly as he ran a cold cloth over Kid firing face, then down to his neck and chest.

Kid moaned again, turning his head aside, away from the light, and closed his eyes. "I feel so bad..." He called again, then coughed. "Is this is how dying feels like..?" He turned his head back to face Odin. "Does...it...always...hurt..?"

Odin looked down painfully at the little boy, again reaching the cloth to wipe the sweat off his brow. "No Kid. It doesn't always hurt."

"Did it hurt for mama..?" He questioned weakly. "Did Linda feel like this..?"

Odin swallowed hard, fighting down the tears as he was faced with those pained blue eyes. "No buddy. They didn't feel a thing."

Kid smiled and nodded weakly, apparently satisfied with the answer. He closed his eyes slowly, taking a deep breath. "I wonder if they'll wait for me..." He whispered after a long while of silence.

Odin swallowed down another sob, tears filling his eyes. He reached his other hand to also caress the face he loved more than anything else in the world. "You're not going anywhere, buddy."

Kid coughed again and it was a while until he was able to fix his breathing. He turned his head towards Odin, looking up at him in sympathy, his little hand reaching to take the blond's hand in his. "But when I do go, will they wait for me? I don't want to be there all alone..."

This time he couldn't help it, and he let out a whimper. "Sure, buddy. They'll wait for you." He caressed his small cheek again, trying to assure him with a smile. "But you're not going there anytime soon."

Again Kid coughed, then sighed. "Linda used to tell me lots about Heaven. She said it was nice there... I hope she was right... Do you think... do you think she's with my mama?"

Odin reached up to wipe the tears away from his eyes, and sniffed his nose. God, he was crying like a baby... Why does it have to happen to him? Why now, after all that happened?

"Don't cry, Odin..." Kid called, slowly reaching up his hand and caressing the blond's face, wiping away his tears. "Please don't cry..." He coughed and groaned in pain, dropping his arm down to the bed. They remained silent for a long time, until Odin feared that the boy had lost consciousness again. But then suddenly, Kid's weak voice spoke again.

"I didn't hear the end of the story... can you... please..." He was stopped by another coughing fit, but felt Odin's cool hand reach down to try and calm him.

"Yeah, buddy. No problem. Where did I stop?"

"When the knights...they were going...to climb the...the..." Again he coughed, then moaned.

"Yeah, I remember now, it's okay. Just be still and listen, kay kiddo?"

The boy nodded slightly, closing his eyes, trying to keep awake and listen to Odin's tale. He had managed to keep awake and listen, for the story was so interesting and suspenseful. He loved stories about knights and magic, and Odin had even added a samurai to the group of heroes, that it was pretty damn hard to fall asleep instead of listening to the tale. But then, all of a sudden, at the most curtail part of the story, the most suspenseful part of it, Odin stopped and fell silent. Kid struggled to open his eyes, looking up at Odin in question.

"What's wrong?" He managed to ask. "Why did you stop? What happened to the knights? Did they die?"

Odin had to smile at the sudden string of questions. He shook his head. "Nothing is wrong."

"Then why...you...stopped?" The boy rasped.

Odin's smile suddenly faded and he looked down at the boy, eyes serious. "I promise I'll continue the story in the morning." He whispered. "Now you have to rest."

"But..." The child began to protest, but speaking was requiring too much of his failing strength. He just pouted sadly, earning a choked laugh out of the blond. Odin bent down at tucked him tightly, sending a kiss down on his forehead. "Sleep now, Kid." He spoke softly, stroking his sweaty hair tenderly.

Kid nodded, closing his eyes. "Remember...you...promised..." He let out before finally giving up to the darkness.

Odin watched as the little one drifted into sleep, hoping that he had provided him a good enough reason to make it until morning.

* * *

He had not moved nor did he turn his eyes away from the sleeping figure of his little angel, until the break of dawn. Only when weak rays of light began to pour into the small room, did he dare to bring his gaze to the clock resting on Kid's nightstand, seeing that it was almost time for his package to arrive. And it better arrive.

He turned back to Kid, reaching his second hand, the one that hasn't held the child's hand for hours long, without letting go, and caressed his face tenderly, running his fingers through the messy hair. The boy's fever had decreased by a slight bit, but it hadn't broke yet. He was still radiating heat, heat that Odin had struggled to reduce all night long. But he was fighting a losing battle.

The sound of the doorbell made the blond assassin jump up in his seat. He sighed, shaking his head for being surprised by a single doorbell. But he was sitting in silence for a long while, his only world the little blue-eyed boy that lay before him, and the only sound that existed in that world were his labored breaths.

Letting go of the child's hand, Odin got up and rushed to the door.

Not bothering much with the delivery man, not caring if he's one of Quinze's men or just an innocent messenger, Odin grabbed the package and slammed the door shut, running back to Kid's room. With shaking fingers, and hoping that this didn't come too late, Odin prepped the syringe and kneeled down by the bed. He disinfected the boy's left shoulder, and then injected him with the drug.

Kid moaned as the needle entered him, stirring a little in his bed. Odin hurried to hold him still, then pushed the syringe down. The boy quickly relaxed, returning to his motionless state.

When he finally finished applying the medicine to the ill child, Odin slumped back to the floor, leaning his back against the bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He just sat there for nearly an hour, staring into thin air, waiting. He looked down at the brown box in which he had received the syringe in, and noticed that there was a diskette falling-out of it. Sighing, he bent forward, reaching for the small diskette. He examined it, flipping it back and forth, and then sighed. "Mission accepted..." He muttered bitterly, throwing the diskette aside. He's back in the business now... no way back.

A small groan came from behind him and Odin turned to look at the little boy, seeing him turn in his bed, now facing the wall. He sighed sadly, looking away. "This isn't the life for you, kiddo..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be dragged into this again..." He bowed his head, as if in shame. "You're such a good kid, buddy... You deserve so much more than what I can offer you..." He turned around, reaching up to pet the boy, running his fingers down the outlines of his sleeping form. He smiled weakly as he noticed the boy's body was cooler than before, meaning the fever was going down.

The tension and worry were finally getting to him and he let out a small whimper, his tearful eyes looking up, and he thanked whichever force that had spared his Kid's life. He sighed in reliefe, looking back down at Kid's still form, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

* * *

Two hours later, Odin heard a soft moan escape the child's lips, and he turned around to face the bed, still sitting down on the floor. He rose to sit on his knees as the child turned in his bed, now facing him. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open and Odin found himself drowning in the deep blue oceans that looked up at him in question.

Kid looked up at him, reaching up a small hand to rub his tired eyes. He smiled up at Odin.

The blond smiled back, reaching out a hand to ruffle the boy's hair. He then leaned down and placed a light kiss on his forehead, pleased to feel his temperature was more or less normal.

He smiled again as he felt Kid's hand climb up, petting the back of his head, running his fingers through the short strands of golden hair. He then traced his fingers down to the man's face, his small fingers tracing his features, like trying to memorize the way he felt and looked.

Odin smiled at the little boy, reaching to cup his little palm in his, brining it to his mouth and kissing it softly. He let go of his hand and Kid turned to lie on his back, hand over his chest. He turned his head to look at Odin.

"You promised..." He whispered, looking deeply into Odin's eyes. "What happened to the knights?" He asked, voice tired, but his breath wasn't as labored as before.

Odin chuckled, pleased that despite the high fever he had at the time, the boy remembered. He ruffled his hair once again, and settled more comfortably beside the boy. Kid reached up for Yoshi, who was lying slumped somewhere above him, and brought him closer to him, hugging him as he snuggled into the covers.

Odin only pinched his little pointy nose, smiling down at him. He took a deep breath, and continued telling his story.

"The knights were now faced with two choices, whether to fight or not. Their choice would determine the fate of their loved ones, and also the fate of their soul..."

OWARI.

That's all folks! Just for the record, I know shit about medicament and so I totally made up the symptoms and I don't know what they really mean. If it bothers you and you wanna correct me- then no problem. Any other comments, flames, and stuff send to:

Naomi

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