[FANFIC] [NnO] 100 Days (011 - 015)
Fandom: Nabari no Ou
Title: 100 Days
Author: nyanja14 (aka: Miss Fish, the_myrah)
Summary: RED, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN, BLUE
Word Count: 1273
Rating: Teen, to be safe.
Warnings: character death, abuse, general angst, and boys having crushes on other boys
011: RED (1/6)
Later, Yoite wouldn't remember what they'd been arguing about. All he knew was that raising his voice had been a bad idea.
He hacked into his gloves, splattering them with blood, and doubled over from his chest's convulsions. He could hear Yukimi yelling, but with no oxygen to his brain everything was getting foggy.
Later, Yoite would be horribly embarrassed, but at the time he was too tired to care that he was breaking his own number one rule.
Yoite collapsed and fell forward into Yukimi, who immediately wrapped his arms around him and held him up. He coughed and coughed until he thought his lungs were torn beyond repair. Finally, he was able to breath, and he leaned against Yukimi, panting. His cheek pressed into something wet, and when he opened his eyes, they were met with red.
"...I got blood on your shirt," he mumbled.
One of Yukimi's hands was running up and down Yoite's back. "Tch. Just be more careful next time."
"...Aa." He closed his eyes again, too weary to get up.
Later, Yoite would blame the blood loss. It was the only explanation he had for his lack of protest when Yukimi pulled him closer to hold him.
012: ORANGE (2/6)
When Yoite woke, it took him several moments to figure out where he was. It was the picture frame on the dresser that signaled alarms in his blurry mind.
This was Yukimi's room, Yukimi's bed.
Yoite pushed himself up onto his arms, struggling beneath the weight of the comforter. He'd gotten a foot on the floor when the man himself opened the door, bearing a tray on one arm. Yukimi narrowed his eyes.
"Don't even think about it."
Yukimi set the tray on the dresser, then bent down to grab Yoite by the ankle and swing his leg back onto the bed. Yoite opened his mouth to protest, but wound up coughing instead.
"See? Damn brat." Yukimi pushed Yoite's shoulder, forcing him back down. "Just rest."
Breath finally under control, Yoite got some words out. "There's field work-"
"You think I don't know?" Yukimi was examining a new box of cough syrup from the tray. "You're in no condition to work today. Raikou volunteered to fill in for you and give me a hand."
Raikou did? Yoite watched the older ninja pour out two tablespoons of the glossy liquid in quiet disbelief. Why would Raikou do that? More warning bells rang in his deafening ears.
Yukimi held out the spoon and Yoite reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the medicine. "That Tenpa-kun of his is staying here to make sure you stay in bed. And Kazuho is coming over to see you when her shift at the restaurant ends."
Yoite would've glared, but he found he was too tired to manage it. He turned his head away, hand clenching the sheets. He'd finally identified the source of the rising sense of danger in his stomach.
These people weren't supposed to care for him.
013: YELLOW (3/6)
When he was eight, he'd gotten the flu. Every part of him had ached, and he'd been too scared to fall asleep because he worried he'd stop breathing. On the second day, Tsukasa heard him sneezing and came down to the basement with miso soup and medicine he'd bought from the drug store with his allowance. He visited again on the third day, and on the fourth, and on the fifth Tsukasa became sick as well.
After that, he was denied food for a week and Tsukasa was no longer allowed in the basement where the shinigami dwelled.
Yoite wondered when Yukimi and all the others would realized that all he could do was cause pain.
"Here."
Yoite turned his head and came face-to-face with a steaming mug of lemonade. He accepted it from Yukimi, wrapping his hands around it tightly, but didn't drink.
"After the mission, I'm supposed to stop by the editor's office to pick up some materials."
Yoite nodded, sinking a little further into the pillows.
Yukimi screwed the top back onto the cough syrup and picked up the tray. "But I'm gonna come back here and make chikuzenni instead, so you'd better be well enough to eat it."
He couldn't stop himself from turning to stare at the man. Yukimi scowled awkwardly and headed out of the room. "Okay? So get some sleep."
Yoite lifted the lemonade to his lips to conceal his grin.
014: GREEN (4/6)
After that, Yoite slept through most of the day.
He dreamed of baseball diamonds- sheer green and the same length down every side. Yoite had always thought there was something perfect about them. Or perhaps that had been Tsukasa. Yoite had never been able to live up to the symmetry of a baseball diamond, nor could he aim to achieve Tsukasa's status as normal. He didn't resent him for it; that was just the nature of things.
Yoite woke some time around noon. Yukimi had left with Raikou, and Gau could be heard cleaning in the living room, grumbling about the mess. Yoite listened for a while, but the weight of Yukimi's comforter on his chest tugged him back to sleep.
He dreamed of Miharu, bright eyes watching him carefully, though Yoite didn't know what kind of care it was or where it came from. Miharu was telling him something, but he couldn't hear. Nevertheless, Yoite found he couldn't be concerned about whatever it was he'd missed. He just trailed alongside Miharu, the tall grass blowing against his knees, and didn't bother to hurry.
Yoite woke again sometime in the evening. Raikou's head was hovering over him, smiling gently and telling him that the chikuzenni was nearly done and that Yukimi-senpai would worry if Yoite-kun didn't eat.
He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but next he found himself kneeling at the table, staring down into a big bowl of chikuzenni. Yoite blinked. He never ate at the table.
Then again, he usually never slept in a bed either.
It was all strange, but Yoite found he was calm. He began to eat- slowly for him- with Kazuho on one side and Yukimi on the other. Raikou was kneeling across the table from him, with Gau eating on the couch just behind the samurai. The chikuzenni was good, too good to ruin by questioning the domesticity of the entire scene.
He could let it trouble him some other time.
0015: BLUE (5/6)
Yoite was weightless, as though he was being lifted into the sky. It felt like dying.
Yoite panicked, opening his eyes and grasping a hold of the first thing his hands found.
A shirt.
"Oi. Relax, we're almost there."
His chest heaved. Yoite stared down at the floor, then twisted his neck around to find Yukimi's face in the dark.
"...Put me down."
The man ignored him, nudging the door open with his foot and crossing the small room smoothly before depositing Yoite onto the bed.
"I don't want to sleep here."
Yukimi pushed him down by the shoulder and threw the comforter over his head.
"Just another night, alright?"
Yoite glowered beneath the heavy blanket.
There was a pause, then the corner of the mattress dipped where Yukimi sat.
"Sleep is good for you, and good sleep works best. Understand? ...Everyone's been worried, so get better, you damn brat."
The bed rose up again. There was the briefest of touches to Yoite's covered head, then the door clicked closed and there was nothing but the quiet of the night.
There was a tightness in Yoite's chest that had nothing to do with his illness. Yoite almost didn't recognize the feeling.
He wanted to cry.
He closed his eyes instead.
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