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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 17, 2007 0:36:44 GMT -5
Makoto simply ignored the elder male's actions, only letting his words sink in as he took a sip of hot tea. That would make him feel better. It usually did.
That steamy liquid slid down his throat with some effort, a painful lump forming and throbbing soon after, causing him to shake with a fit of coughs. He really didn't feel well now; his throat hurt really badly. Yet he didn't want to turn down going to breakfast with his teacher.
"I'm fine," the kitten's voice was hoarse and feeble. He was either fibbing, which was highly unlikely due to his firm morals, or he was in denial.
"Where do you want to go?" Another cough, a sniffle, the burning of cheeks. His hunger was vanishing, but his temperature was spiking steadily, and not just because of his heavy layers of clothing.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Feb 17, 2007 1:01:39 GMT -5
A disapproving frown surfaced upon the priest's lips as he gave his student one more look down before giving up with a shake of the head. He wasn't going to be pushy and insist, he wasn't his right to do that and he knew it. Tightening the blue-headed one's scarf around the boy's neck before he did his own, the Father looked towards the parking lot of the church, then towards town with a deeper frown.
"I usually go to this small European breakfast café each Sunday with Ouji, only because he adores the blueberry waffles, or something like that."
Why would Juujika mention that other Sacrifice at a time like this? Did he know the Endless boy?
"However, he told me he was going to accompany some of his classmates to buy who-knows-what..."
Hmm...
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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 17, 2007 20:21:49 GMT -5
Hmm?
Why did Father talk about Ouji like he knew him? That made the blue-headed boy curious, yet he didn't feel right asking about it. Then again, he didn't feel right doing anything. He felt sicker than before, tired too..
"I like blueberry waffles." A feeble smile. "When I get sick, my mom makes them from scratch..." They were always burned a bit, and she had to scrape off the black crust and slather it with butter to make up for it.
Another coughing fit. He was feeling... dizzy...
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Feb 20, 2007 2:28:46 GMT -5
At this point Juujika was getting increasingly worried about his Sacrifice, even if said worry only appeared in his eyes. Resisting the urge to plant a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, the dark-haired male frowned deeply before he spoke.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, Ando-kun? You sound pretty ill to me."
He knew he shouldn't have asked, but there was a side of him that told to him ask said question. In any case, the priest didn't wish to continue his train of thought about what could happen if the boy were exposed to this chilly morning any longer.
"I know I might be out of place for pushing this, but I really must insist I take you home; you seem to be catching a cold and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen."
To be honest, the older man disliked it when people got sick, the germs and mucus and coughs and such. It thoroughly disturbed him, but as he stared at that ill face before him, he pushed all that to the far back of his mind.
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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 20, 2007 23:22:06 GMT -5
"I'm okay, okay!?" Makoto suddenly snapped, eyes filled with an unusual agitation. He didn't like people worrying about him, but usually his temper was so mild. Ever since the day before yesterday, he had been edgy. Maybe he was stressed, worried about things.
The blush upon his cheeks deepened considerably from embarrassment.
"I - I'm sorry..." His legs nearly buckled. "I'm really... tired..."
He felt light-headed now. His body began to sway and his breathing became irregular and quick. Everything was blurry... He couldn't see...
The world looked as if it was slowing, as if time was about to stop. And then he fell.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Feb 20, 2007 23:32:19 GMT -5
The priest almost looked hurt when the other snapped at him, it was kind of weird. Then again, words did play a big part in his, or well now, their life, so it was probably natural to react to them in such a strong manner. But there were more important things, things like how he had upset the younger male.
The blue-headed kitten beat him to apologize, the words ceasing to leave his lips just as the other had spoken. Now, Juujika was getting really worried.
"Ando-kun?"
When the child had begun to fall, he honestly felt as if his own heart had just stopped as fear gripped his muscles. He had almost not caught the younger male, but he momentarily snapped out of his terror to reach out for the boy. Thought he wouldn't admit it, and it was still hard to see in his expression, but the Father was scared.
Really scared.
"A-Ando-kun? Please open your eyes," he pleaded softly, as though keeping himself from bursting into a hysterical state. After nothing worked to rouse the boy, a shaky sigh passed from the dark-haired man's lips as he begun a journey towards his apartment.
When the blue-headed one awoke, he would find himself in the heart of Juujika's apartment.
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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 21, 2007 21:08:24 GMT -5
"Unh..."
Blue eyes flickered open weakly, taking in its surroundings with a sluggish pace. So tired... This wasn't his room. Where was he? He was with Father at first, right?
With a groan, he sat up, immediately clutching at his chest. He was so hot. It was hard to breathe. Something cold fell from his forehead, landing on his lap with a wet squish. A cold... towel...?
But he wasn't sick!
A sickening fit of coughs escaped him.
Maybe he was sicker than he thought. He had to get home. He wanted to.
With another groan, one of discomfort and a small wave of dizziness, he pulled himself to the edge of the bed, trying to get out of it. It didn't work. His legs were too weak. All he could do was lean over the edge of it, staring at the floor as a sheet of sweat broke out along his forehead.
It made Mako frustrated.
Where was he!?
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Feb 21, 2007 21:25:21 GMT -5
"I'm hooo~ooome!!"
A shrill familiar voice called out in the distance as a door opened and closed elsewhere. It sounded almost like a girl, but upon a jogging of memory it was the voice of the Endless Sacrifice, Ouji. The teal-haired kitten could be hear rummaging around in another room.
"Huh? JuuJuu? You here?"
A pouting noise came from the boy as his footsteps grew closer and closer to the room the blue-haired child was in. Speaking of that room, it didn't seem to be the Father's, unless he had an unhealthy fascination with Playstation 2 and anime.
The door swung open a few seconds later as a stunned kitten saw the other in his bed, like some morbid version of Goldilocks.
"Wh-wha?! What the Hell?! Why are you here, Aoi-kuuuuun?!" whined the boy as he frowned deeply.
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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 21, 2007 23:21:29 GMT -5
Makoto didn't utter a word, not even lifting an eye to acknowledge the teal-haired boy. Instead he frowned, feeling sicker than ever and unwilling to move.
"Father...?"
Strange how that was the first person's name he could manage to speak. Maybe he was calling him. Maybe he was so ill that was the only person he trusted, seeing as how his mother was probably unavailable.
Groaning, he struggled back into bed, that heavy blush still upon his cheeks and his forehead beaded with sweat.
"It's so hot..."
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Feb 24, 2007 15:20:57 GMT -5
A curving frown appeared on the teal-headed one's face as he watched the other boy. Why, that was really rude of him, ignoring him like that when he was sleeping in his bed! Huffing lightly as he looked at the younger boy, Ouji sat down in front of his bed to glower at the other Sacrifice.
"Hey, what's wrong with you, huh? Ever hear of manners?"
Oblivious to the state of the blue-haired kitten, the boy crossed his arms and furrowed his brows; he wondered why the eldest male would bring this kid back to the apartment.
He was just getting ready to ask, (rudely), that question when he heard the door open and close. His fluffy and frayed tail flipped slightly as his teal ears twitched.
"JuuJuu!!" he said before running out of the room, leaving the other behind.
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Post by Ed-chan on Feb 27, 2007 23:22:35 GMT -5
The blue-headed kitten rolled over in bed, a light moan of utter misery escaping. He thought he was dying, which was rather irrational for him. He had never felt this ill before. The warmth suddenly flooded from his body like an overflowing river, replaced by a chilliness that froze him to the core.
He shivered, wrapped the sheets around him with a desperate clutch.
Makoto took it back now. He didn't want Father Juujika; he wanted his mother. Mom always knew what to do. He should have just stayed home. The sound of the door unlocking, opening, reminded him of it.
Home sounded... nice...
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Mar 1, 2007 22:07:48 GMT -5
Outside the room, the sound of footsteps scuffling could be heard, along with two voices. The door burst open a few moments later, the priest standing in the threshold. His face was marred with fatigue and small lines of worry. A thin film of sweat covered his face as well.
Taking slow, cautious steps towards the younger male, the Father knelt down, eyes reflecting a anxious expression.
"Ando-kun," his hand grasped onto part of the sheets, "are you alright?"
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Post by Ed-chan on Mar 4, 2007 17:50:42 GMT -5
The boy rolled onto his side, away from his teacher, his skin paling from cold, that unbearable cold. Even the sheets he had buried himself into weren't taking it away. He was just so... so cold... He was freezing!
"Go away." Makoto moaned, eyes barely wandering to try to look at Father Juujika. Why had he taken so long to come? Why was he at his house instead of at home?
He felt much too ill to try to ask this questions verbally; soon he had become completely still, the only movement being his chest rising and falling due to breathing.
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Post by The Wonder Fox on Mar 5, 2007 22:09:00 GMT -5
With the utmost care and a cautious hand, the priest gripped the younger one's shoulders, trying to turn the boy over and make him sit up. In the dark-haired man's free hand was a small vial of cold medicine; he had hurried down to the nearest store to get some, since there had been none at the apartment.
"Ando-kun, Ando-kun," cooed the voice, the Father's eyes wandering down to a small bowl of water and a rag, "please, I have medicine that will make you feel better..."
His words were weak, unsure; too many worries were clouding his mind as he unscrewed the top of the small brown-glassed bottle. Meanwhile, standing in the doorframe with a huffy expression was the teal-headed kitten, arms crossed and lips pouted.
That little kid was getting his favorite sheets dirty!
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Post by Ed-chan on Mar 5, 2007 22:46:39 GMT -5
"I don't want it..." The boy mumbled, his speech slurred and unintelligible from fatigue. His eyes were still closed, and beads of sweat lined his forehead, still not having soaked back into his skin from the cold that overtook him.
He didn't want to open his eyes. He wanted to sleep.
Mako whined, his eyes sliding open anyway, and he peered out at the elder male through slitted eyelids.
"Go away."
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