9. Involuntary (1/2)

i'm

sorry... i pulled one of my old stunts. it was so short... 977

words... i'm sorry... i'm sorry... i'm sorry... but i'm glad you are

enjoying the story so far! i really am! please enjoy the rest,

please!

ooo

kyo

was sick and the illness was passionate about

inging him down. and

down he was. disillusion, hot, cold, unable to move, unable to lie

still, unable to think straight, able to think so straight it was

scary, dreaming bad things, dreaming good things, dreaming things

that were good and bad at the same time, feeling like he was falling,

feeling like he was slamming against a wall... so many emotions were

running through his

ain at the same time it was confusing.

he

knew someone was flitting around, somewhere in the conscious world

beyond the darkness, but he didn't know who. shishou...? that didn't

sound right. he wasn't in shishou's house anymore, was he? or was

he... was he still during that time where he didn't remember torhu?

but that's not right... he was thinking of her and he knew what she

looked like, so how was it he had forgotten?

maybe

this was some kind of weird alternate universe... but if it was, he

really, really liked it. really, really liked it. even though it felt

like he shouldn't remember tohru, he dreamed about her a lot. lot's

of things he probably shouldn't be dreaming, but he enjoyed every

moment of it anyways. he would let the guilt catch up with him some

other time.

but

for now... he would love it while it lasted.

because

who knew when he would ever get the chance to do it again.

ooo

tohru

felt bad for making kyo sick. she knew it had been her germs that had

spread to him! so now she was dedicated to making him better!

dedicated as in every second of every minute of every hour she was by

his side, other than a few runs to the kitchen to make hasty soup or

get some water and medicine for him.

she

was very worried though. his fever was a raging, ravaging fever that

seemed to scorch her hand every time she touched him. she couldn't

even imagine what it would be like to be that hot. she worked hard to

ing down his fever, but it was like fighting a battle with slim

odds. she would

ing it down a few degrees, then it would shoot

right back up.

she

was also worried about the noises coming from his throat; they

confused her. she had absolutely no idea why he made these strange

noises. but she had no time to dwell on them.

she

was trying to

ing down his fever again; she had

ought cold water

and a dish cloth up to his room and was bathing his sweaty face with

the cold water. he seemed to be feeling hot at the moment, since he

had kicked off all of blankets. he also seemed to be having a hard

time finding a comfortable position, since he kept shifting and

turning.

he

was also making strange noises in his throat again too, but she heard

some intelligible words too. w... what?!? he was saying her name. she

could hear it. for a moment, she stared at him, wondering why he was

saying her name. what a strange thing.