Zatch Bell Fan Fiction ❯ Simple Amenities ❯ Prompt 66: Sick ( One-Shot )

Prompt 066: Sick

 

Disclaimer: Konjiki no Gash Bell belongs to Makoto Raiku. I do not own it.

 

Kiyomaro had heard the sniffling in the middle of the night, seen the shaking form of the small demon boy sleeping on his futon on the floor. He heard the occasional cough and sneeze as the child tried to sleep, and throughout the entire night, he found it difficult to sleep.

 

However, it wasn't because of the noise. It was because he was constantly worrying about Gash. Twice he had gotten up to give Gash another blanket from the hall closet, and the rest of the time he spent waiting for another reason to get up. He got at most three hours of sleep, yet he wasn't the least bit tired when the sun finally rose.

 

Now, he was just waiting for Gash to awaken; lying in his bed with his arms behind his head, propped upon the soft pillow, and covering his lower body with his thin blanket. It was Monday, and he knew he'd have to get up and go to school, but Gash was sick, and his mother wasn't home. He couldn't just leave the poor boy.

 

“Kiyomaro,” The normally loud demon mumbled in a raspy, tired voice. Kiyomaro glanced down at Gash, who was now facing him. The boy coughed momentarily before continuing. “Kiyomaro, why aren't you at school?”

 

“You're sick, Gash,” said Kiyomaro simply. He couldn't help but smile at Gash's insistence with school, even when sick. “I'm not going to leave you home alone if you're sick.”

 

Now, the demon boy stood quickly, a wide smile on his face. Kiyomaro sat up quickly and looked down at him. “Gash, what are you doing? Lay down,”

 

“I'm fine, Kiyomaro!” Gash insisted, holding his small arms up over his head. “See!” He waved them in emphasis, and that action was followed shortly by a heavy cough. Gash lowered his arms and clutched his chest.

 

Now, Kiyomaro threw the blankets off and stood. He knelt down beside Gash and lifted the boys arms up. “Hold them up, Gash. It will help,” He said. Gash held his arms in the air, and he found shortly after that his coughing became easier, and ended after a few brief moments.

 

“There, isn't that better?” Kiyomaro asked with a smile. He released Gash's arms before continuing. “Lay down on my bed, it will make it easier to take care of you,”

 

Gash looked at Kiyomaro for a moment before climbing slowly onto the comfortably bed. He rested his head on Kiyomaro's pillow as the teenager covered him with both his own blankets, and the ones from the floor.

 

“I'll be right back, alright Gash?” Kiyomaro said, turning and walking toward the door. “I'm going to get you some water, so just relax,” With that, he left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

 

Gash lay in the bed, making himself comfortable under the blankets. He hadn't been this sick since Umagon lived with them, and that time, Kiyomaro left him alone. He couldn't help but wonder why Kiyomaro had decided to stay with him this time, when before, he had to walk all the way to the school, sneezing and coughing.

 

He turned on his side and adjusted his head on the pillow, resting it in the small indent Kiyomaro's own head had made the night before. It was warm, and much more comfortable. He closed his eyes gently and yawned briefly before coughing.

 

“Gash, wake up for a minute,” Kiyomaro's voice suddenly said. Gash felt someone shaking him, and hesitantly, he opened his eyes. Kiyomaro knelt beside the bed, holding a glass of water and a small cap full of liquid medicine. “Drink this. It'll taste bad, but it will help,”

 

Gash sat up and took the cap, examining the purple liquid inside. He wanted to ask what it was, but he trusted Kiyomaro enough to drink it without question. A sour expression crossed his face and he struggled to swallow it. He reached out for the glass and snatched it form Kiyomaro's hands, quickly drinking more then half of it.

 

Kiyomaro laughed slightly and stood as he placed the cup on the bedside table. “Yeah, I had that same reaction,” Kiyomaro said, sitting on the side of the bed. “Mom used to get mad at me; said that the medicine wouldn't work if I drank too much water with it,” He adjusted the blankets around Gash, careful to make sure there was no way for cold air to seep through.

 

The demon boy yawned and lay back down. As soon as his head his the pillow, his eyes closed. “Next time Kiyomaro's sick,” He began, yawning again. “Next time, I'll take care of you,” After that simple statement, the boys breathing steadied, and he fell fast asleep.

 

Kiyomaro smiled and once again adjusted the blankets, lifting them over the boy's shoulders to his neck. He stood up and walked across his room to his desk, where he pulled out his chair and sat down. He took a book from the desktop and opened it, making one last glance at Gash's sleeping figure before looking back at his back, and reading.