Fever Mistakes
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write_my_dreamsTitle: Fever Mistakes
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Atsushi x Tatsurou
Genre: AU, humor, fluff
Warning/Disclaimer: Nothing to warn about. Tatsurou and Atsushi belong to themselves.
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Sick Atsushi convinces Tatsurou to let him come shopping with him and later, much to Tatsurou's amsuement, is pounced on by concerned old ladies.
Author's Comment: The visual of Atsushi sitting on a park bench and surrounded by concerned old ladies was so hilarious I had to write this. I basically feel like him... I've been coughing for about a month now.
“You are not coming with me, Acchan,” Tatsurou insisted. Not with a fever and a cough. Atsushi should be lying in bed instead of struggling to put his boots on while looking like he was going to pass out. Once Atsushi had gotten the boots on he straightened, brushing his almost waist-length hair back. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed from his fever. Definitely should be in bed. “Atsu. I’m serious. Go back to bed.”
Atsushi sighed as he adjusted his mask. “It’s okay… some fresh air might help.”
“It’ll make you feel worse. So will walking. Go back to bed,” Tatsurou repeated, frowning as his lover started coughing. He was taller so he should be able to manhandle Atsushi back to bed without too much of a struggle. Especially since his lover was so sick.
Atsushi took a deep breath once he stopped coughing. He gave Tatsurou an anxious look then started toying with his hair. It was a nervous habit for when he felt uncomfortable or insecure about something. “I… I don’t want to be alone,” he whispered.
Tatsurou flinched. Atsushi wasn’t always the most social type. He needed time to himself so him admitting that he didn’t want to be alone was a sign that he was truly miserable. That explained why he’d been so clingy all day though. Wherever Tatsurou was, Atsushi wanted to be there with him. They’d spent a few hours on the couch earlier with Tatsurou reading manga or watching TV while Atsushi slept with his head in Tatsurou’s lap. He sighed again then took his lover’s hand. How could he deny Atsushi when he felt so horrible? “All right, you can come shopping with me as long as you promise to go to bed as soon as we get back.”
He couldn’t see much of Atsushi’s face—his hair and the mask covered most of it—but Tatsurou could tell his lover was giving him a tired smile. “I promise.” He pulled a jacket out of the closet and put it on. Tatsurou watched him, feeling worried. Atsushi really shouldn’t be pushing himself to go out. Hopefully letting him come along wouldn’t be as huge of a mistake as it seemed.
* * *
Atsushi going out was a disaster. He had coughing fits, looked like he was on the verge of collapsing, and—when Tatsurou felt his forehead— his fever was rising. He should be resting in bed, not outside! Ever since leaving the apartment, Tatsurou had been looking back at him. Atsushi kept snapping at him to watch the sidewalk (which had saved him from walking into a telephone pole) but he must have been feeling sadistic since he didn’t bother to tell Tatsurou about the curb until he tripped over it.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” Tatsurou complained, rubbing his lower back as he got up. He wasn’t sure what hurt more—his back or his dignity.
“Because you keep looking at me like I’m going to drop dead. It’s driving me insane,” Atsushi muttered. He immediately started coughing. Tatsurou sighed, personal discomfort forgotten. Gently he rubbed Atsushi’s back. Poor Acchan…
“Come on… it’s not much farther.” Now that the weather was getting better some outdoor markets were starting to open up again. There was one relatively close to their apartment (and a couple blocks away from a clinic so he could bully Atsushi into going if he kept coughing like this). Tatsurou had visited last week. There was a small park with picnic benches next to the market so he’d be able to leave Atsushi on one while he bought groceries. Then he’d collect his lover so they could go home.
Atsushi nodded slightly then started walking again. Aside from coughing fits, he was quiet as they walked. Probably too out of it to attempt conversation. He started coughing horribly as they passed several vending machines. Tatsurou steered him towards one, taking out his wallet so he could buy Atsushi a bottle of water.
Tatsurou opened the bottle then gave it to him. “Drink up.” Atsushi’s throat probably felt like sandpaper after how much he’d been coughing. Atsushi pulled his mask down so he could take several sips of the water. He started to cap the bottle again, but Tatsurou stopped him. “Drink more.”
Atsushi gave him a dark look. “You don’t have to fuss so much.”
Smirking, Tatsurou ruffled his hair. He knew how much Atsushi hated that. “Sorry, love, but I’ll fuss over you as much as I want until you’re healthy again.”
Atsushi huffed then smoothed his messy hair down. He sipped the water then seemed like he was going to say something… until he started coughing again. Tatsurou rubbed his back, wishing there was something else he could do. It was always painful to see the one you loved in such a state. “How much farther is it?” he asked, sounding hoarse.
“Another five minutes, I think.”
“Okay.” Atsushi took a few more sips of the water then replaced his mask. Tatsurou rubbed his back again then took his hand and led him to the park and the market. Some people were already seated on the benches but there was one that was mostly open. An older woman was sitting on the bench but surely she wouldn’t mind Atsushi’s company. Women were always staring at his hair anyway. Or him. Especially him. Tatsurou steered his lover towards the bench.
“All right, Acchan. You sit here while I get some groceries.” Tatsurou expected protests but, to his surprise, there were none. Atsushi basically collapsed on it then immediately slumped back against the bench. Tatsurou frowned as he looked him over. It was difficult to use “horrible looking” to describe Atsushi since, in Tatsurou’s eyes, he was always beautiful. Especially after he’d just finished fucking Tatsurou. Unfortunately there’d been no opportunity for that lately. Atsushi had given him the worst look yesterday when Tatsurou tried taking off his jeans. Once Atsushi was healthy again they would have to… catch up on lost opportunities for hot sex.
Atsushi coughing again pulled Tatsurou out of his dirty thoughts. “Do you want more water?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Atsushi groaned.
Tatsurou didn’t believe him. Sighing, he smoothed Atsushi’s hair back so he could feel his forehead. Still burning up. He should have just made him stay home then felt like an ass later. “There’s a clinic nearby.” Tatsurou cupped Atsushi’s face. “Maybe we should take you there instead of shopping.”
Atsushi shook his head. “I don’t need to see the doctor. I’ll just rest after this.”
Tatsurou sighed. His lover could be so stubborn sometimes. “All right then. I’ll try to be quick so we can get you home quickly.” Ignoring the old lady, he kissed Atsushi’s forehead and briefly stroked his hair before leaving.
* * *
Atsushi watched Tatsurou go then closed his eyes. He should have just stayed home instead of being selfish and pathetic. Going out had just made Tatsurou hopelessly worried about him and made Atsushi feel worse. Especially for not warning Tatsurou that he was about to fall off the sidewalk… his lover had just been worried about him. There was no need to get vindictive. Tatsurou was quick to forgive, but Atsushi still felt guilty. He slumped forward as he started coughing again. His throat and chest ached from coughing so much. Being sick was the worst feeling.
“Are you all right?” the old woman Tatsurou had sat him next to asked.
Atsushi cracked his eyes open to see that she was giving him a concerned look. Great, she probably thought he was dying now. “I’ll be fine.”
She didn’t look convinced. “Drink your water, dear. That’ll help your throat.”
Atsushi sighed then uncapped the bottle and tugged the mask down. He took a few sips, almost choking on the water as she spoke again.
“Was that nice young man your husband?”
He swallowed too fast, hissing slightly as that bothered his sore throat. “My husband?” Well, that was the first time someone had thought he and Tatsurou were married. “No. We’re uh… not married.” Atsushi was used to being mistaken for a woman because of his long hair. With the mask covering his face he’d further doomed himself to look feminine. His voice gave him away as male but a sick, scratchy voice was so ambiguous… Normally he’d correct someone but was too out of it to care. She’d probably give him a disgusted look and leave if she found out she was a man anyway. Pitiful as it was, Atsushi really didn’t want to be alone. What was wrong with him today? He was being pathetically needy…
The old woman looked disappointed. “That’s a shame. It’s hard to find such caring, handsome men these days, dear.”
Atsushi coughed again. “Yeah… it is.”
There was an awkward silence after that. He slumped back against the bench and closed his eyes again. He really just wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep. If she left then he’d have the bench to himself and he could lay down. But then Tatsurou would worry more if he came back and found Atsushi passed out on the bench. So that wouldn’t be a good idea. Atsushi had already made him worry enough for one day.
Oblivious to his misery, the old woman started chatting about the weather, how beautiful his hair was (“I had hair as long as yours when I was your age. Such a shame when I cut it but once you get older long hair just doesn’t work quite as well anymore”), the best places to get married and where he could look for wedding clothes… Atsushi ended up tuning her out after a while. He wasn’t a girl, he wasn’t getting married (and would die if Tatsurou found out about this conversation), and was starting to wish she would just leave him alone.
* * *
Tatsurou could easily have spent more time shopping. So much delicious food… there was also a café across the street that would have been a perfect place to eat at. If Atsushi hadn’t been so sick. Because of Atsushi, Tatsurou had to make this a quick trip. Once he’d bought the necessities he went back to the bench. Atsushi was slumped against it still—no surprise—but he’d made some new… friends while Tatsurou was gone. Three elderly women were clustered around him. One was touching his hair, another was talking about medicine as she rummaged in a purse the size of a large laptop, while the other was telling him the best stores he could find a wedding dress in.
“Or would you want a traditional wedding, dear? You would look so beautiful in the white kimono.”
Tatsurou blinked. A white kimono? Wait—did they think Atsushi was a girl? But why hadn’t he corrected them? Or maybe he was too sick to care. Or they hadn’t believed him…
“Traditional weddings are better than these church weddings. The shrine has more meaning.” The one with the purse said.
“My daughter got married at a church and her dress was beautiful,” the one touching Atsushi’s hair said.
“I guess it depends on the bride… but you would look beautiful in anything, dear.” The one who had first mentioned weddings said, gently patting Atsushi’s arm.
Tatsurou started smirking. So Atsushi’s new friends thought he was a woman? Poor thing… he must be so uncomfortable right now. He whipped out his phone so he could take a picture of Atsushi and his new “girlfriends” then approached the bench. “Made some new friends, Acchan?” The smile immediately fell from his face as he saw how… out of it Atsushi looked. He was basically collapsed on the bench, eyes still glassy and kind of spaced out. He didn’t even look that desperate to get out of this situation. Had Atsushi been healthy he would have quickly excused himself and escaped from the old women.
The old women looked up. The one with the purse stopped rummaging in it, taking out a Ziploc bag filled with medicine. “There’s your boyfriend, dear. I knew he wouldn’t be able to leave you for too long, sick as you are. Poor thing,” she crooned. “You should be in bed with your boyfriend taking care of you.” She opened the bag then glanced at Atsushi. “Have you had any medication today?”
“A little,” he said softly, starting to cough again. Tatsurou cringed as he listened to him. His throat ached in sympathy after hearing those deep coughs too many times that day.
“Cough and fever medicine,” Tatsurou added. “But that was a few hours ago.” The situation should have been hilarious but he was too worried to find it that amusing. Atsushi looked… awful. Like he was on the verge of passing out. He probably wouldn’t be able to make it home without collapsing.
The old woman nodded then gave Atsushi two pills. “This one is for fever,” she indicated an orange one. “And this is for your cough. They’ll make you tired but you need your rest, dear.”
The woman who kept talking about weddings rubbed Atsushi’s arm again. “You should take her home and make sure she gets plenty of rest. She kept dozing off and coughing… she might need to go to the doctor. My daughter’s been coughing like this.”
Tatsurou smiled sweetly. “Of course. I did try to leave her at home but my poor girlfriend just didn’t want to be alone.” He frowned as that remark didn’t earn him a nasty glare. “Hey, Acchan.” He set the grocery bag down and leaned down, cupping his lover’s face. “Are you okay?”
Atsushi finally looked at him. “Just tired,” he whispered.
Tatsurou sighed then felt his forehead. Quickly he snatched his hand back. The fever seemed like it’d risen again. This wasn’t good. He glanced down at the pills still clasped in Atsushi’s hand. “Take your medicine, Acchan.” He glanced at the old woman who had given him the medicine. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, dear.” All three old ladies were watching Atsushi with obvious concern.
Almost mechanically, Atsushi pulled the mask down and popped the pills into his mouth. He washed them down with water then yanked the mask back up as he started coughing. Tatsurou bit his lip as he listened to him. Atsushi… needed to see a doctor. “Come on, let’s go.” He took his lover’s hands so he could help him to his feet. Atsushi wobbled and Tatsurou immediately threw his arms around his waist, worried his lover’s legs were going to give out on him.
“Maybe you should sit back down,” one of the old women suggested.
“I’m fine…” Atsushi gripped Tatsurou’s arms tightly but managed to stay on his feet. He released him when he had to start coughing again. Tatsurou didn’t dare let him go so held onto him just in case.
“There’s a taxi over there.” He indicated the nearby taxi. “Can you walk there?” He smirked. “Or should I carry you?” He couldn’t carry Atsushi for very long but he’d done it before… with Atsushi flailing and telling him to put him down the entire time.
Atsushi’s eyes narrowed. So he did have enough energy to be annoyed. That was a good sign. “I can walk,” he huffed. He glanced back at the old women then up at Tatsurou, lowering his voice. “What took you so long?” he hissed. “I got ganged up on by old women giving me advice about weddings!”
Tatsurou smirked. “That’s because you’re so beautiful, Acchan.” He lightly tugged his lover’s hair then, still holding his waist with one arm, leaned down to pick up the grocery bag. “Say goodbye to your girlfriends.”
Atsushi dug his elbow into Tatsurou’s side in revenge but did say goodbye to the old women.
“Take care of yourself.”
“Feel better, dear!”
They called after him, waving goodbye as Tatsurou steered Atsushi towards the taxi. He’d have the driver take them to a clinic. Atsushi needed to be seen by a doctor when he was in this condition. Then, after that, Tatsurou would take him home and make sure he got plenty of rest.
Author:
write_my_dreamsPairing: Atsushi x Tatsurou
Genre: AU, humor, fluff
Warning/Disclaimer: Nothing to warn about. Tatsurou and Atsushi belong to themselves.
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Sick Atsushi convinces Tatsurou to let him come shopping with him and later, much to Tatsurou's amsuement, is pounced on by concerned old ladies.
Author's Comment: The visual of Atsushi sitting on a park bench and surrounded by concerned old ladies was so hilarious I had to write this. I basically feel like him... I've been coughing for about a month now.
“You are not coming with me, Acchan,” Tatsurou insisted. Not with a fever and a cough. Atsushi should be lying in bed instead of struggling to put his boots on while looking like he was going to pass out. Once Atsushi had gotten the boots on he straightened, brushing his almost waist-length hair back. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed from his fever. Definitely should be in bed. “Atsu. I’m serious. Go back to bed.”
Atsushi sighed as he adjusted his mask. “It’s okay… some fresh air might help.”
“It’ll make you feel worse. So will walking. Go back to bed,” Tatsurou repeated, frowning as his lover started coughing. He was taller so he should be able to manhandle Atsushi back to bed without too much of a struggle. Especially since his lover was so sick.
Atsushi took a deep breath once he stopped coughing. He gave Tatsurou an anxious look then started toying with his hair. It was a nervous habit for when he felt uncomfortable or insecure about something. “I… I don’t want to be alone,” he whispered.
Tatsurou flinched. Atsushi wasn’t always the most social type. He needed time to himself so him admitting that he didn’t want to be alone was a sign that he was truly miserable. That explained why he’d been so clingy all day though. Wherever Tatsurou was, Atsushi wanted to be there with him. They’d spent a few hours on the couch earlier with Tatsurou reading manga or watching TV while Atsushi slept with his head in Tatsurou’s lap. He sighed again then took his lover’s hand. How could he deny Atsushi when he felt so horrible? “All right, you can come shopping with me as long as you promise to go to bed as soon as we get back.”
He couldn’t see much of Atsushi’s face—his hair and the mask covered most of it—but Tatsurou could tell his lover was giving him a tired smile. “I promise.” He pulled a jacket out of the closet and put it on. Tatsurou watched him, feeling worried. Atsushi really shouldn’t be pushing himself to go out. Hopefully letting him come along wouldn’t be as huge of a mistake as it seemed.
* * *
Atsushi going out was a disaster. He had coughing fits, looked like he was on the verge of collapsing, and—when Tatsurou felt his forehead— his fever was rising. He should be resting in bed, not outside! Ever since leaving the apartment, Tatsurou had been looking back at him. Atsushi kept snapping at him to watch the sidewalk (which had saved him from walking into a telephone pole) but he must have been feeling sadistic since he didn’t bother to tell Tatsurou about the curb until he tripped over it.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” Tatsurou complained, rubbing his lower back as he got up. He wasn’t sure what hurt more—his back or his dignity.
“Because you keep looking at me like I’m going to drop dead. It’s driving me insane,” Atsushi muttered. He immediately started coughing. Tatsurou sighed, personal discomfort forgotten. Gently he rubbed Atsushi’s back. Poor Acchan…
“Come on… it’s not much farther.” Now that the weather was getting better some outdoor markets were starting to open up again. There was one relatively close to their apartment (and a couple blocks away from a clinic so he could bully Atsushi into going if he kept coughing like this). Tatsurou had visited last week. There was a small park with picnic benches next to the market so he’d be able to leave Atsushi on one while he bought groceries. Then he’d collect his lover so they could go home.
Atsushi nodded slightly then started walking again. Aside from coughing fits, he was quiet as they walked. Probably too out of it to attempt conversation. He started coughing horribly as they passed several vending machines. Tatsurou steered him towards one, taking out his wallet so he could buy Atsushi a bottle of water.
Tatsurou opened the bottle then gave it to him. “Drink up.” Atsushi’s throat probably felt like sandpaper after how much he’d been coughing. Atsushi pulled his mask down so he could take several sips of the water. He started to cap the bottle again, but Tatsurou stopped him. “Drink more.”
Atsushi gave him a dark look. “You don’t have to fuss so much.”
Smirking, Tatsurou ruffled his hair. He knew how much Atsushi hated that. “Sorry, love, but I’ll fuss over you as much as I want until you’re healthy again.”
Atsushi huffed then smoothed his messy hair down. He sipped the water then seemed like he was going to say something… until he started coughing again. Tatsurou rubbed his back, wishing there was something else he could do. It was always painful to see the one you loved in such a state. “How much farther is it?” he asked, sounding hoarse.
“Another five minutes, I think.”
“Okay.” Atsushi took a few more sips of the water then replaced his mask. Tatsurou rubbed his back again then took his hand and led him to the park and the market. Some people were already seated on the benches but there was one that was mostly open. An older woman was sitting on the bench but surely she wouldn’t mind Atsushi’s company. Women were always staring at his hair anyway. Or him. Especially him. Tatsurou steered his lover towards the bench.
“All right, Acchan. You sit here while I get some groceries.” Tatsurou expected protests but, to his surprise, there were none. Atsushi basically collapsed on it then immediately slumped back against the bench. Tatsurou frowned as he looked him over. It was difficult to use “horrible looking” to describe Atsushi since, in Tatsurou’s eyes, he was always beautiful. Especially after he’d just finished fucking Tatsurou. Unfortunately there’d been no opportunity for that lately. Atsushi had given him the worst look yesterday when Tatsurou tried taking off his jeans. Once Atsushi was healthy again they would have to… catch up on lost opportunities for hot sex.
Atsushi coughing again pulled Tatsurou out of his dirty thoughts. “Do you want more water?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Atsushi groaned.
Tatsurou didn’t believe him. Sighing, he smoothed Atsushi’s hair back so he could feel his forehead. Still burning up. He should have just made him stay home then felt like an ass later. “There’s a clinic nearby.” Tatsurou cupped Atsushi’s face. “Maybe we should take you there instead of shopping.”
Atsushi shook his head. “I don’t need to see the doctor. I’ll just rest after this.”
Tatsurou sighed. His lover could be so stubborn sometimes. “All right then. I’ll try to be quick so we can get you home quickly.” Ignoring the old lady, he kissed Atsushi’s forehead and briefly stroked his hair before leaving.
* * *
Atsushi watched Tatsurou go then closed his eyes. He should have just stayed home instead of being selfish and pathetic. Going out had just made Tatsurou hopelessly worried about him and made Atsushi feel worse. Especially for not warning Tatsurou that he was about to fall off the sidewalk… his lover had just been worried about him. There was no need to get vindictive. Tatsurou was quick to forgive, but Atsushi still felt guilty. He slumped forward as he started coughing again. His throat and chest ached from coughing so much. Being sick was the worst feeling.
“Are you all right?” the old woman Tatsurou had sat him next to asked.
Atsushi cracked his eyes open to see that she was giving him a concerned look. Great, she probably thought he was dying now. “I’ll be fine.”
She didn’t look convinced. “Drink your water, dear. That’ll help your throat.”
Atsushi sighed then uncapped the bottle and tugged the mask down. He took a few sips, almost choking on the water as she spoke again.
“Was that nice young man your husband?”
He swallowed too fast, hissing slightly as that bothered his sore throat. “My husband?” Well, that was the first time someone had thought he and Tatsurou were married. “No. We’re uh… not married.” Atsushi was used to being mistaken for a woman because of his long hair. With the mask covering his face he’d further doomed himself to look feminine. His voice gave him away as male but a sick, scratchy voice was so ambiguous… Normally he’d correct someone but was too out of it to care. She’d probably give him a disgusted look and leave if she found out she was a man anyway. Pitiful as it was, Atsushi really didn’t want to be alone. What was wrong with him today? He was being pathetically needy…
The old woman looked disappointed. “That’s a shame. It’s hard to find such caring, handsome men these days, dear.”
Atsushi coughed again. “Yeah… it is.”
There was an awkward silence after that. He slumped back against the bench and closed his eyes again. He really just wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep. If she left then he’d have the bench to himself and he could lay down. But then Tatsurou would worry more if he came back and found Atsushi passed out on the bench. So that wouldn’t be a good idea. Atsushi had already made him worry enough for one day.
Oblivious to his misery, the old woman started chatting about the weather, how beautiful his hair was (“I had hair as long as yours when I was your age. Such a shame when I cut it but once you get older long hair just doesn’t work quite as well anymore”), the best places to get married and where he could look for wedding clothes… Atsushi ended up tuning her out after a while. He wasn’t a girl, he wasn’t getting married (and would die if Tatsurou found out about this conversation), and was starting to wish she would just leave him alone.
* * *
Tatsurou could easily have spent more time shopping. So much delicious food… there was also a café across the street that would have been a perfect place to eat at. If Atsushi hadn’t been so sick. Because of Atsushi, Tatsurou had to make this a quick trip. Once he’d bought the necessities he went back to the bench. Atsushi was slumped against it still—no surprise—but he’d made some new… friends while Tatsurou was gone. Three elderly women were clustered around him. One was touching his hair, another was talking about medicine as she rummaged in a purse the size of a large laptop, while the other was telling him the best stores he could find a wedding dress in.
“Or would you want a traditional wedding, dear? You would look so beautiful in the white kimono.”
Tatsurou blinked. A white kimono? Wait—did they think Atsushi was a girl? But why hadn’t he corrected them? Or maybe he was too sick to care. Or they hadn’t believed him…
“Traditional weddings are better than these church weddings. The shrine has more meaning.” The one with the purse said.
“My daughter got married at a church and her dress was beautiful,” the one touching Atsushi’s hair said.
“I guess it depends on the bride… but you would look beautiful in anything, dear.” The one who had first mentioned weddings said, gently patting Atsushi’s arm.
Tatsurou started smirking. So Atsushi’s new friends thought he was a woman? Poor thing… he must be so uncomfortable right now. He whipped out his phone so he could take a picture of Atsushi and his new “girlfriends” then approached the bench. “Made some new friends, Acchan?” The smile immediately fell from his face as he saw how… out of it Atsushi looked. He was basically collapsed on the bench, eyes still glassy and kind of spaced out. He didn’t even look that desperate to get out of this situation. Had Atsushi been healthy he would have quickly excused himself and escaped from the old women.
The old women looked up. The one with the purse stopped rummaging in it, taking out a Ziploc bag filled with medicine. “There’s your boyfriend, dear. I knew he wouldn’t be able to leave you for too long, sick as you are. Poor thing,” she crooned. “You should be in bed with your boyfriend taking care of you.” She opened the bag then glanced at Atsushi. “Have you had any medication today?”
“A little,” he said softly, starting to cough again. Tatsurou cringed as he listened to him. His throat ached in sympathy after hearing those deep coughs too many times that day.
“Cough and fever medicine,” Tatsurou added. “But that was a few hours ago.” The situation should have been hilarious but he was too worried to find it that amusing. Atsushi looked… awful. Like he was on the verge of passing out. He probably wouldn’t be able to make it home without collapsing.
The old woman nodded then gave Atsushi two pills. “This one is for fever,” she indicated an orange one. “And this is for your cough. They’ll make you tired but you need your rest, dear.”
The woman who kept talking about weddings rubbed Atsushi’s arm again. “You should take her home and make sure she gets plenty of rest. She kept dozing off and coughing… she might need to go to the doctor. My daughter’s been coughing like this.”
Tatsurou smiled sweetly. “Of course. I did try to leave her at home but my poor girlfriend just didn’t want to be alone.” He frowned as that remark didn’t earn him a nasty glare. “Hey, Acchan.” He set the grocery bag down and leaned down, cupping his lover’s face. “Are you okay?”
Atsushi finally looked at him. “Just tired,” he whispered.
Tatsurou sighed then felt his forehead. Quickly he snatched his hand back. The fever seemed like it’d risen again. This wasn’t good. He glanced down at the pills still clasped in Atsushi’s hand. “Take your medicine, Acchan.” He glanced at the old woman who had given him the medicine. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, dear.” All three old ladies were watching Atsushi with obvious concern.
Almost mechanically, Atsushi pulled the mask down and popped the pills into his mouth. He washed them down with water then yanked the mask back up as he started coughing. Tatsurou bit his lip as he listened to him. Atsushi… needed to see a doctor. “Come on, let’s go.” He took his lover’s hands so he could help him to his feet. Atsushi wobbled and Tatsurou immediately threw his arms around his waist, worried his lover’s legs were going to give out on him.
“Maybe you should sit back down,” one of the old women suggested.
“I’m fine…” Atsushi gripped Tatsurou’s arms tightly but managed to stay on his feet. He released him when he had to start coughing again. Tatsurou didn’t dare let him go so held onto him just in case.
“There’s a taxi over there.” He indicated the nearby taxi. “Can you walk there?” He smirked. “Or should I carry you?” He couldn’t carry Atsushi for very long but he’d done it before… with Atsushi flailing and telling him to put him down the entire time.
Atsushi’s eyes narrowed. So he did have enough energy to be annoyed. That was a good sign. “I can walk,” he huffed. He glanced back at the old women then up at Tatsurou, lowering his voice. “What took you so long?” he hissed. “I got ganged up on by old women giving me advice about weddings!”
Tatsurou smirked. “That’s because you’re so beautiful, Acchan.” He lightly tugged his lover’s hair then, still holding his waist with one arm, leaned down to pick up the grocery bag. “Say goodbye to your girlfriends.”
Atsushi dug his elbow into Tatsurou’s side in revenge but did say goodbye to the old women.
“Take care of yourself.”
“Feel better, dear!”
They called after him, waving goodbye as Tatsurou steered Atsushi towards the taxi. He’d have the driver take them to a clinic. Atsushi needed to be seen by a doctor when he was in this condition. Then, after that, Tatsurou would take him home and make sure he got plenty of rest.
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Date: 2013-03-16 04:14 pm (UTC)Acchan didn't protest at all! He must had been really sick, poor Acchan... Is it just me? But I find this Acchan kinda submissive hehehe~
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Date: 2013-03-16 11:12 pm (UTC)Acchan really does not feel well so he doesn't have too much energy to protest. Although Tatsurou might get lots of delayed complaining when he's healthy again XD Haha yeah he did turn out kind of submissive. I read this long BUCK-TICK fic that had
princessAcchan and he was more submissive there so I haven't been able to get mine to behave properly since reading that.but he's totally the boss of Tatsurou in other situationsReally though, Acchan's just sick and feels like hell so he'll let Tatsurou boss him in around and fuss over him in exchange for being with him. He really doesn't want to be alone
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Date: 2013-03-17 02:23 pm (UTC)Acchan is so pretty! Acchan can be a princess for sure lol!
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Date: 2013-03-17 02:53 pm (UTC)He's beautiful. Haha exactly, I do love writing him in his princess phase because I love his hair so much.
Lol they're going to have fun when Tatsurou grows his hair out long. Go through so much shampoo...
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Date: 2013-03-17 03:08 pm (UTC)Both of them with long hair ohhh XD
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Date: 2013-03-18 02:26 pm (UTC)Acchan gets a haircut eventually but he starts growing his hair again... as I love him with long hair XD
Won't be fun cleaning their bathroom lol. All that hair
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Date: 2013-03-18 02:35 pm (UTC)Oh I am sorry!
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Date: 2013-03-19 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-19 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-19 07:50 am (UTC)Writing more with Atsushi... although not in this universe. Ghost story universe
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Date: 2013-03-19 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-21 01:08 pm (UTC)And because Atsushi's a demanding whore of a muse I have another idea with him as an actor and Tatsurou is his stylist and Asagi is one of his co-stars. Some drama there~
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Date: 2013-03-21 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-23 11:59 pm (UTC)I have some cracky side story ideas. Might write one of those first
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Date: 2013-03-24 09:00 am (UTC)You have so many story ideas! Oh I love your stories, and I will be looking forward to all of them :)
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Date: 2013-03-24 09:13 am (UTC)Oh I do, I'll never be able to keep up with them all but I'd rather have too many ideas than have none at all. Aw, I'm glad you do! I was able to get a lot of outlining done for the ghost story while I was on the train to/from my cousin's apartment. I'll see if I can get chapter 1 finished and posted sometime this week
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Date: 2013-03-24 10:41 am (UTC)Please post ch.1 this week then!!!
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Date: 2013-03-24 11:46 am (UTC)I will try! Finally got rid of my stupid headache so I'm looking over Chapter 1 now.
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Date: 2013-03-24 04:20 pm (UTC)I don't really mind Acchan having 2 wives actually lol ^^
I am glad to know that you feel better now!
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Date: 2013-03-24 11:25 pm (UTC)Omg XD Two wives. They wouldn't be pleased to be called that... especially since Atsushi's public disguise is going out as Tatsurou's girlfriend. Which makes him grumpy but it's a good disguise for him
Yeah, hoping to get chapter 1 done tonight or tomorrow
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Date: 2013-03-25 09:44 am (UTC)Okay, so Acchan is Tatsurou's grumpy girlfriend XD
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Date: 2013-03-25 11:12 am (UTC)His very grumpy girlfriend. While Tatsurou's smirking and teasing him and keeping his arm around his "girlfriend"
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Date: 2013-03-18 02:27 pm (UTC)I've been taking my frustrations out on my muses lately haha. I know, poor man
If only we all had one!
I'm feeling better now. No need for that, it's getting warmer here