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[cigs_n_sarcasm]

What: Kenpachi has the mystery virus
Who: Shizuru, Yachiru, and Kenpachi
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: 11th floor squad's apartment
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed To:  Kenpachi, Yachiru, Shizuru

Shizuru finished class and headed back to the apartment.  She hadn't eaten lunch, and, famished, went straight to the kitchen to make something.  Yachiru probably

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[roving_warrior]

Kenpachi hadn't been feeling well all day. He knew he was getting sick, but he really didn't feel like letting it get to him, so he'd started doing his usual workout - running around the block, pushups, situps, the works. After getting very winded only halfway through, though, he gave in and went to his room to do a bit of checking up on his contacts online. He was not going to lay down. That would be giving in. No matter how badly he was shivering

[cigs_n_sarcasm]

Shizuru frowned. Well, at least he was talking. That ruled out some causes of him collapsing. Masking the depth of her concern with a dose of sarcasm, she told him, "What's wrong is that you've had an unplanned meeting with the floor and are lying there asking me what's wrong." Kenpachi wasn't supposed to collapse. The two men in her life were both unreasonably sturdy, especially Kenpachi, and seeing him lying there shook her more than she'd ever admit.

"Come on," she said, leaning in closer and sliding an arm under his shoulder. "Let's get you over to the bed, then we'll figure out what's wrong." Even through the black fabric of his t-shirt she could feel the heat radiating from Kenpachi's body. "You have a fever." Shizuru felt a slight shiver run through him as she helped him sit and slipped her arm around him to get him to his feet.

[roving_warrior]

And now she was frowning at him. When had she started wearing green lipstick? No, it couldn't be lipstick, since it was all over. "An' ya got green," he said, gesturing vaguely. That seemed to be wrong too. Maybe something had exploded and gotten all over her. Maybe it was jello. Maybe the room was actually jello. "I like Jell-o." He wasn't sure why he was telling her this. "But only tha purple kind." That, of course, was a vital detail.

Go to the bed? Wasn't he-- Kenpachi looked around. Oh. No, he wasn't in bed. He was on the floor. How had that happened? He tried to help her get him there, pushing himself up and stumbling a little on the way. "Yer arm is nice," he assured Shizuru. The bed was in front of him now, and he stared at it for a moment. Stretching his arm forward, he poked it to make sure it wasn't jello like the room. It didn't wiggle. That was good. His finger also didn't go in, which meant it wasn't pudding, so he wasn't going to drown. "Solid." An important point indeed.

[cigs_n_sarcasm]

Green... apparently, she'd turned into the wicked witch of the west since the last time she checked the mirror. Just as long as she didn't start cackling and threatening little dogs. "I'll make you some purple jello later," Shizuru promised, "But for now, you need to lie down

[roving_warrior]

He climbed into bed with her help, still unsure as to why he was getting into bed when there was still daylight out. It was really, really bright daylight, actually, and rather unwelcome. Kenpachi frowned, trying to figure out what she was saying. "Don't mean it can't change. Tha walls moved. It could've." It seemed logical enough. "An' ya ain't normally colors." There, two points of logic

[cigs_n_sarcasm]

Shizuru listened indulgently, his delirious attempt at logic both amusing and worrying her. She'd been around people who were sick before, but none of them had been hallucinating. When the most grounded people she knew lost their grip on reality, it was cause for concern. Shizuru was pragmatic enough for two when she needed to be though.

"If you can't remember what you have to do, it can't be that important," Shizuru told him firmly. "And the heat isn't on." She went to the kitchen for a cup of water, pausing outside the room and taking a deep breath. Even though she knew it was probably nothing to worry about, she just didn't like seeing Kenpachi like this. He probably liked being seen like this even less though, she thought, the corners of her lips twitching upward in a smirk.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Shizuru held the glass out to him. "Here, have a couple sips at least." Studying him for a moment, she asked, "How long have you been feeling sick?"

[roving_warrior]

He didn't know why she wasn't commenting on the points he was making. It didn't seem fair; he was making an effort to discuss something and she wasn't replying

[pinkhaireddevil]

Arriving home after a boring day of work, not many people were going out with the virus thing going on, Yachiru slammed into the apartment with a bright smile. Finally, she was home and could relax.

At least, she thought she could. She couldn't see Kenchan or Shizuru anywhere but she could hear voices coming from their bedroom. Unsure of what she might see Yachiru made her way up the hallway towards her room and was greeted by an odd sight. Kenchan was laying in bed. Checking her watch since last she knew he wasn't a fan of naptime, she cautiously poked her head into the open doorway.

"Heya Kenchan, Chimney. Is Kenchan alright?" She couldn't think of any reason why he'd be in bed, he rarely ever got sick and he usually was out doing stuff when she got home. She hoped that she hadn't interrupted anything since he looked sweaty, but Shizuru looked concerned so she assumed the worst. "Kenchan, 're ya dyin'?"