TAR; Beginning of a whole lot of problems
TAR Fanfic behind the cut~
Warnning; bits of language and angsy panic?
Begining of a whole new problem
by Raye/VAinoMinako/YamiNoNaraku
Rolling over in one last ditched attempt to get comfortable, Sinbad let out something between a groan and a throaty growl that could only come from an animal. Seeing as miserable as he was, that's exactly what the young shifter was taking form of. His usual form, a large brown scruffy looking lion.
Sin was easily known for stalking around the school in his shift, and even more so for being utterly lazy in it. Anyone who knew him at all knew that when he got sick he was...well more then lazy. The guy who hated anything clingy was almost permanently attached to anyone who would let a five hundred pound lion squish them. Seeing as his best friend was a vampire the heat was more of a problem, more so when he was running a fever.
'Why can't I shake this damned cold?' He thought, rolling over on his back to try and cool down. Fur was never good for a fever but his body just felt so relaxed in the shift. It was easy to see why he chose the form. He had been sick for the last few days, keeping his pals up to date via the phone and other social networking sites. Other then Rouge coming to see him when he thought he was feeling better, it was the only contact he had to the outside world.
A throaty mix between a growl and a roar came from the lion, constant in it's sound. If someone didn't know any better they'd think there was an engine in the room. Unfortunately for the shifter, it was not a nice sports car smack dab in the middle of his dorm room, it was the painful cough that he was now feeling in his chest. “God damnit.” He cursed, once the fit was over. He had cough drops in the room somewhere, from the last time he got sick. He made Cale get him some, and he was pretty sure the vampire agreed only to get the shifter off of him.
He moved in a way that it was easy to tell that he was beyond miserable. Rolling out of bed was a pain, and while he did hit with all four paws on the ground there was rather loud thump that followed. “...Where are those damned things?” He asked to himself, yawning in the process. The blur that came with his grogginess seemed to make his small fridge glow. “Shelf, up high.” He muttered, taking a step forward to reach for it.
“...The fuck?” Instead of hands reaching for the cabinet above, like everything was suppose to...a paw swiped the fridge. Sinbad looked down at his furry brown paws with utter confusion, there should be hands....and now that he thought about it...he should be standing a lot higher too. “...The fuck?” He repeated once more, more confused then outraged.
He took a step to the side, trying to shift. Normally he'd get warm (although he found when he had fevers he felt cold) and his body would change. It was so natural to him now that it was no longer painful, the moving of bones, skin growing of fur. It was second nature to him, shifting. Easy enough that he just had to step, no thinking involved. He described it like moving your arm to reach for something. There is that slip second thought of 'Oh I want that box of candy' and you just go for it. Same with shifting.
Which is why he was just so damned confused. Another step. Nothing. Another step with a little more thinking. Nothing. Very quickly the feeling of confusion was leaving and just as quickly it was being replaced with pure terror.
“No. Fuck, Sin don't loose it. Don't loose it. What was it Kale said?” Kale was one of the shifters in his pack who taught the kids how to control their shifting. “Sometimes the body just complains...” He was sick, his trough likely raw from all the coughing and he sure as hell wasn't drinking enough. So yeah no wonder his body would complain.
The question was how to fix it? He took a deep breath, the first rule was to control the situation. That would have been much easier to do if a lung wasn't trying to escape his chest. Bits of fur from his mane fell into his eyes as he rested his head against the ground. At least it was cold. He was honestly surprised his neighbors hadn't complained yet about the noise. Granted, considering his...habits...they were likely use to screaming at least.
“Calm down.” He said to himself, plopping down on the floor. He was getting dizzy and that was not doing nice things to his stomach. He looked at the clock, blinking a few times to read the digital numbers. Three thirty six is what it read. He had been out since five in the afternoon, and he had been able to shift back then when he took some cold meds.
Cold meds, maybe that was it! Drugs screw with a shifters system, and while it wasn't heavy duty like meth or anything...It still messed with the system. He stood slowly, careful not to make the world spin again. He looked around the room, man he was thankful for his eyesight in the dark, to find the pill bottle. Luckily he had only left it on the counter, walking over he went to reach out for it. Only he ran into yet another problem....He had paws, which didn't have thumbs...which was a vital thing to use for grabbing things.
“Fuck!” He cursed, getting frustrated with the situation. He swiped at it, knocking the bottle to the ground so he could see it better. He stalked over to it, taking a claw to turn the bottle around to read the directions. 'Take every four to six hours.' ...Well there goes that idea. It had been at least ten hours since he had taken it, so even the bit more he had taken...it had to be out of his system by now.
Another painful cough had him growling. What now? He had been able to change back ten hours ago so what changed? The cold got worse...he was sure he was spiking a higher fever, he had been panting more then he cared to admit and his paws were wet. The cough was much worse too.
“...Damnit, to get anything I at least need help.” He muttered to himself, looking around the room to find his phone. He was hoping the touch screen worked with claws. At least he had a damned screen protector on it. By nudging the phone between his head and paw he was able to hit the button on the top to turn it on. Thank god. Next was to unlock it, which was the test to see if his claws worked. He got very lucky, as they did. Finding Cale in his text messages was easy, and his slight panic in everything not working was ease just a little when it starting ringing. “Come on, pick up. I know you're not asleep.”
“You're calling me.” Was his answer, a slight worried tone from his vampire friend.
“Get you ass over here.” Sinbad managed to make out before another roaring coughing fit began again.
“Dude you okay?”
“Just come over, and bring your key I think I locked it.”
The phone line went dead after that and in minutes he could hear the rattling of his door handle. Cale was seeing if it was unlocked first, as Sinbad rarely locked the door when he was in here. (Few people would dare mess with him, they knew how temperamental the guy was.) His ear twitched at the squeak the key made, one he was sure Cale could hear too.
“Man, what's going on?” Cale asked, coming into the room, not giving Sinbad a chance to say anything. The lion had moved back to the bed, head on his paws. “...You look green.”
“I feel green.” Sinbad practically moaned, way too much moving for his own good.
“You didn't call me to grab a barf bucket. You've got hands.” As clingy as Sinbad got when he was sick (and Cale was the one who usually dealt with him the most that way) he knew how stubborn the other man got. That including his independence.
“...I can't change back, Cale.” Sinbad looked up to him, one emotion that was very rarely in his eyes was present there. Fear.
“Wait...what?”
“I can't fucking shift back.”
Cale looked as shocked as Sinbad did when he found out Milo was the one. “Did you take anything?” They had talked about how getting high could screw with a shifter's body.
“Nothing I haven't taken before.” Sinbad pointed with his paw to the pills on the floor.
Cale went and picked them up, looking them over with a frown. “Your usual poison.”
The question was easy enough for Sinbad to see without Cale voicing it. “...I don't know, maybe I'm just...sicker then usual. It happens sometimes I guess. Just...fuck man please stay here.” He wouldn't say it but Cale knew. Sinbad was terrified.
Cale nodded, sitting down next to his friend, looking over the pill bottle. He nodded, looking back to the lion, “Yeah, sure.”
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Sinbad © to me
Cale © AngeldEyes
Annnd that's part one of his major plot. >3 Cliiiff hanger. Man I wish I could vid all of this but yeah. .-.; There is a reason it's all in fic form.