I guess I had more inspiration/muses than I thought. Tomorrow's a good question.
So, for those just joining in, here is part 18 of "Useless Things", which is a Nago/Wataru slash fic and contains spoilers for episode 28 of Kiva. It is also AU at this point.
Wataru woke up to find Nago-san sleeping on his bed. Well, perhaps "finding" wasn't the right world; Nago-san had crowded into bed with him the previous night, after growling that Wataru should remember not to argue with him.
He crawled over Nago-san's sleeping form to make breakfast. He figured cooking was okay; his doctor would have put him in some kind of facility if he couldn't. As he was setting the table, Nago-san yawned and stretched.
"Good morning, Nago-san," Wataru said, smiling. Nago-san just looked at him for a moment, and then moved to the table, as if realizing that breakfast was served. Wataru watched proudly as Nago-san ate his
cooking.
"I'm going out after I get dressed," Nago-san said. "Do whatever you have to do, within doctor's restrictions."
"What if a Fangire attacks, Nago-san?" Wataru asked. "There's no way I won't know. The Bloody Rose will tell me to fight...."
"You are going to follow doctor's orders until we find a way to stop you transforming into a Fangire," Nago-san said, grabbing Wataru by his shirt. "I don't want that doctor interfering, and he's made it clear that he will if you fight. Besides, that new form of yours will change you into a Fangire faster. Do you want to risk that?"
"N-no, Nago-san," Wataru stammered. Nago-san was right, he didn't want to be Fangire and so he'd have to ignore its call. Hard, but not impossible.
"Good," Nago-san said. He released Wataru's shirt. "And if you do run across the two that you encountered yesterday - what do you do?"
"Get away from them and call you, Nago-san," Wataru said obediently.
"Correct," Nago-san said, getting up. He selected some clothes from the suitcase and started dressing while Wataru cleaned up the dishes. He was gone by the time Wataru finished cleaning up his meal. Wataru started on his own.
Wataru worked in his workshop, trying to replicate the violin parts that he didn't remember making. His doorbell rang, so he went down to answer it. For once, the person at the gate wasn't a salesperson, though she did look familiar. He placed her as soon as she spoke. "Hello, Wataru," She said. "I was on my way to the clinic, and since my friend mentioned where you lived, I thought I should come see you."
"Oh. Hi," Wataru said uncertainly, trapped between Nago-san's instructions and ingrained politeness. "I'm feeling better, thank you." It wasn't a lie; he did feel better. At the moment, at least.
"That's actually why I wanted to see you," the woman said. "You have a very rare illness that's only starting to manifest itself. I'd like to come inside and explain. Your health is at stake."
His doctor had said how rare it was for part-Fangire to change to full Fangire. This woman was probably going to say the same things, without mentioning the Fangire part. "But my doctor said I was fine," Wataru said, attempting to feign confusion.
"You aren't fine," the doctor said insistently. "I've seen this before. You're going to be very sick, Wataru, and I'd like to bring you in for care."
Wataru smiled politely. "Thank you, but I'm fine. Your tests might be wrong, possibly?"
She frowned, but he bowed slightly at her and shut his gate. "Thank you for your concern, though."
He hurried back to his house while trying to make it seem like he wasn't doing just that. once inside, he grabbed his cellphone and selected Nago-san's number. "Nago-san?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yes?" Nago-san sounded irritated. Wataru peeked out the window. The doctor was still out there.
"You said to call if one of those two showed up. Well, one of them's at my gate- she's more evasive, but she's saying the same things my doctor did."
"I'll be right there," Nago-san promised grimly. "You - where are you?"
"In my workshop, keeping an eye on her," Wataru said.
"Good," Nago-san responded. "Stay there. Don't move."
Wataru nodded. "I won't," he promised.
He watched the doctor, who seemed to be deciding something. She then opened his gate and proceeded to his very unlocked front door. He locked his upstairs door in time. "Wataru," the doctor said through the door, "You have no clue how sick you're going to get. Let me in so I can explain it to you."
"Um. Sorry," Wataru called. "But I'm fine. Really!"
"Stubborn halfbreed," he heard through the doorway, confirming her identity as a Fangire and just as much confirming that he didn't want her as his doctor.
As he edged back, he saw Nago-san pull up to his gate. Just in case the doctor decided to use more than words, he glanced at Kivat. "Kivat," he said, very quietly, and Kivat awoke. If the need was dire, then people should forgive him.
"Who are you?" he heard Nago-san ask the woman.
"I'm his doctor. Who are you?" the woman challenged.
"I'm his boyfriend," Nago-san said. "And I know his doctor is a man. So, who are you?"
"The doctor he *needs*," the woman answered. Things were silent for a moment, and then he heard Nago-san activate the IXA knuckle.
"Kivat," he said, tensing and reaching out for his companion. He momentarily wondered who would kill him first - the Fangire, Nago-san, or his own doctor.