Sick
Author: shy_mizuno
Pairing: HikaTo
Genre: Drabble/Humor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If Johnny's were mine...well, I wouldn't be doing this, would I?
Summary: Keito's a good little boy. Except when he's a bad, sick boy.
Keito sneezed, groaned, and hid deep beneath the covers. A bug was going around and he, of all people, had caught it. Damn Japan.
"Keito, will you be okay if one of your friends take care of you? I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise." His father's voice was gentle and later, he felt bad. But as of now, he felt like pure crap and couldn't give a bloody hell.
"Baka Tou-san." He murmured underneath.
Kenichi sighed, stepping out his son's room. "He's all yours, Yaotome-kun. Just understand, he's not himself.
HIkaru was practically beaming. Keito could be covered in mud and pig fesis and be pissed at the entire world, for all he cared. He'd be all alone with his Engrish boy, with his father far, far away.
"Keito-chan!" Hikaru jumped in, arms outspead.
Keito groaned, curling into a ball. "Go away, Kisama-baka."
Hikaru pouted, sitting on the bed. "Aw, you don't really - OW!"
Hikaru hit the floor. Keito had KICKED him. Keito was never violent.
Wow...a new side of Keito. 'Sick Keito'
"Leave me alone." Keito growled.
Hikaru smiled. He wouldn't give in that easily. Carefully, Hikaru stepped over the ball so in case there was a repeat, he'd be pushed into the wall instead of on the floor. In a fell swoop, the blanket was in his arms, Keito's disheveled body staring straight at him.
"Hikaru!" That was all he could say before the elder soundly kisses him.
In split second, he had no complaints. He pushed the other down, now sort of...happy he was sick.
Pairing: HikaTo
Genre: Drabble/Humor
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If Johnny's were mine...well, I wouldn't be doing this, would I?
Summary: Keito's a good little boy. Except when he's a bad, sick boy.
Keito sneezed, groaned, and hid deep beneath the covers. A bug was going around and he, of all people, had caught it. Damn Japan.
"Keito, will you be okay if one of your friends take care of you? I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise." His father's voice was gentle and later, he felt bad. But as of now, he felt like pure crap and couldn't give a bloody hell.
"Baka Tou-san." He murmured underneath.
Kenichi sighed, stepping out his son's room. "He's all yours, Yaotome-kun. Just understand, he's not himself.
HIkaru was practically beaming. Keito could be covered in mud and pig fesis and be pissed at the entire world, for all he cared. He'd be all alone with his Engrish boy, with his father far, far away.
"Keito-chan!" Hikaru jumped in, arms outspead.
Keito groaned, curling into a ball. "Go away, Kisama-baka."
Hikaru pouted, sitting on the bed. "Aw, you don't really - OW!"
Hikaru hit the floor. Keito had KICKED him. Keito was never violent.
Wow...a new side of Keito. 'Sick Keito'
"Leave me alone." Keito growled.
Hikaru smiled. He wouldn't give in that easily. Carefully, Hikaru stepped over the ball so in case there was a repeat, he'd be pushed into the wall instead of on the floor. In a fell swoop, the blanket was in his arms, Keito's disheveled body staring straight at him.
"Hikaru!" That was all he could say before the elder soundly kisses him.
In split second, he had no complaints. He pushed the other down, now sort of...happy he was sick.