Fic: Sick Days
Title: Sick Days
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #28-Wada Calcium CD3
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: Written for galuxkitty's 2007 Holiday request. Sorry it's so late!
“Dad, I think Yuki and I are going to spend Christmas together. Alone,” he added quickly, lest his father coyly comment that they always spent Christmas together.
It wasn’t quite the way Touya had intended their first Christmas “alone” together would go.
“Was it all right with your father?” Yukito asked, rolling over halfway from his languid position on the couch.
“Yeah, he understood. Especially when I told him that I didn’t want the brat to kill me for infecting his precious daughter.” Touya looked sideways at Yukito. “He’d never even think you did it, even though we have the exact same germs.”
Yukito laughed and sat up, gesturing for Touya to join him on the sofa. “Here, come sit down. Your favorite schoolgirl drama’s about to start.” Touya threw a pillow at Yukito but sat down anyway.
Even though Christmas was still two days away, Touya and Yukito had decided it would be best if they didn’t make the trip back to Tomoeda for the holiday. Travelling from Tokyo would just put strain on their already weakened bodies, effectively preventing them from getting well in time. Touya had caught something from one of his coworkers; naturally, Yukito promptly caught it next, despite Touya’s warnings to stay away from him.
Touya was pretty sure that Yukito (and Yue) weren’t supposed to get sick. He wondered what happened.
So for the past four days the two (three) of them had done nothing but lounge around the house, drinking plenty of fluids, “resting,” and suspiciously eyeing the bottles of vitamins that had mysteriously appeared on the table one morning. Both Touya and Yukito obediently ate one of each every morning-magnesium, calcium, vitamins A, C, D, and E, and iron.
While Touya helped out by cooking (frozen dinners), Yukito tried to keep things tidy during their illness. Nakamura, the non-descript IT worker Touya had presumably caught the flu from, felt so bad that Kinomoto and his boyfriend would have to miss the family Christmas that he and his wife had sent over a tidy Christmas dinner for two, which was now resting comfortably in the refrigerator. Yue, apparently, had also felt the need to help them get well.
“I’m pretty sure we don’t need these,” Touya had whispered one morning to Yukito after swallowing a Wada Calcium CD3 tablet. He hadn’t even wanted to know what it was. “It might even be bad for us.”
Yukito had discreetly kicked him, and Touya dropped the subject.
-----
Christmas Eve arrived, and neither of them felt like going out.
“We’re probably still infectious,” Yukito mused, studying their medicine cabinet.
“We? My head is throbbing and my body is heavy. You might be okay, but you probably should stay away from me,” Touya groaned from the bed.
There was a pause, then Yukito returned to the bed. “Never mind, I don’t feel so well either. Maybe I’ll just go back to sleep.” And he fell asleep using Touya’s shoulder as a pillow.
Shrugging, Touya decided Yukito probably had the right idea.
In the evening, after some rest and some ibuprofen, they sat at the dining room table, feeling significantly better-able to sit upright, at least. Touya had felt so good that he’d graduated from frozen dinners and had made curry from a mix.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out this year,” he apologized, setting Yukito’s plate down before him. Originally, they’d planned on going out to a new, popular French restaurant in Tokyo for Christmas Eve. And then, of course, out to a bar or club to celebrate, before making the drive to Tomoeda in the morning.
“It’s fine,” Yukito assured him, smiling that dazzling smile. “It’s nice to just spend time with you.”
Touya snorted. “And from-a-mix curry rice.”
They ate dinner in high spirits, and when it was done Touya took the plates to the kitchen as Yukito cleared the rest of the table.
“It tasted fine.”
Touya was momentarily confused. “Um, thanks? It was a from a mix, you know, I didn’t-“
“French food is very rich and heavy. I much prefer Italian or traditional Japanese. But curry is good too.” Yue frowned, apparently confused.
“Well I-“
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Yukito asked brightly, stepping past Touya to begin running dishwater.
-----
“GOOD MORNING, ONII-CHAN~!”
“Morning, kaijuu.”
“Put Yukito on the phone!”
“Good morning, Sakura-chan.”
“Ne, Yukito, listen! It’s Akari!” Even Touya, standing several feet away from Yukito and the phone, could hear the high-pitched wailing. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Yukito smiled. “Yes, Sakura-chan, I believe she is. Ah, good morning, Kinomoto-san. Yes, yes, we’re doing fine. I think it’s passing. Thank you very much. Happy Christmas to you too. Would you like to speak to To-ya?”
The family-including Aunt Sonomi and Tomoyo-were very disappointed that neither Touya nor Yukito could be there for Christmas. Of course, Tomoyo and Fujitaka both assured the couple that it was high time they had their own Christmas together, without Sakura (and now Akari) and Cerberus. Sonomi sincerely hoped that someone was suffering for infecting her darling nephew and his adorable boyfriend during Christmas.
“This year-AND JUST THIS YEAR,” Kero warned, “I’ll let you two off the hook. I expect to see you both next year. None of this funny business in my house, you hear?!”
“Of course, Kero-chan.”
…
…
…
“Can I talk to Yue now please? PRIVATELY? I don’t what HIM listening.”
-----
“Man, Nakamura’s wife didn’t have to do all that,” Touya whistled as he dried the last dish and laid it on the dish rack.
“It certainly was nice,” Yukito agreed, setting tea and manju out on the table for dessert.
“Happy Christmas,” Touya added, kissing Yukito before sitting down next to him and taking a cup of tea.
“Same to you,” Yukito replied with an impish smile, holding out Touya’s favorite kind of manju.
“And Yue,” Touya finished, taking a sip of tea.
Touya wasn’t surprised to find Yue studying Yukito’s cup of tea and the plate of manju. He pretended not to notice as Yue delicately took one and set it aside near Yukito’s cup.
“Happy Christmas?” he offered.
Yue nodded awkwardly.
“You got Yuki sick on purpose, didn’t you?”
Yue went wide-eyed, then sulky. He lowered his head so his soft white hair fell around his face.
“I mean, Yuki never gets sick. I don’t think he can, because you can’t. Unless it’s magic. Right?
But that’s okay,” he continued, taking another piece of manju and avoiding looking over at Yue. He suspected Yue had crossed his arms in front of him protectively. “I got to spend Christmas with just the two of you. No little sister, no little sister’s husband, no baby, no bottomless pit… Just Yuki and you and liquids and your vitamins.” He grinned at his teacup as he picked it up.
“Thanks, Yue.”
He took a long time taking his next sip of tea. Long enough so that Yue could take a bite of manju.
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #28-Wada Calcium CD3
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: Written for galuxkitty's 2007 Holiday request. Sorry it's so late!
“Dad, I think Yuki and I are going to spend Christmas together. Alone,” he added quickly, lest his father coyly comment that they always spent Christmas together.
It wasn’t quite the way Touya had intended their first Christmas “alone” together would go.
“Was it all right with your father?” Yukito asked, rolling over halfway from his languid position on the couch.
“Yeah, he understood. Especially when I told him that I didn’t want the brat to kill me for infecting his precious daughter.” Touya looked sideways at Yukito. “He’d never even think you did it, even though we have the exact same germs.”
Yukito laughed and sat up, gesturing for Touya to join him on the sofa. “Here, come sit down. Your favorite schoolgirl drama’s about to start.” Touya threw a pillow at Yukito but sat down anyway.
Even though Christmas was still two days away, Touya and Yukito had decided it would be best if they didn’t make the trip back to Tomoeda for the holiday. Travelling from Tokyo would just put strain on their already weakened bodies, effectively preventing them from getting well in time. Touya had caught something from one of his coworkers; naturally, Yukito promptly caught it next, despite Touya’s warnings to stay away from him.
Touya was pretty sure that Yukito (and Yue) weren’t supposed to get sick. He wondered what happened.
So for the past four days the two (three) of them had done nothing but lounge around the house, drinking plenty of fluids, “resting,” and suspiciously eyeing the bottles of vitamins that had mysteriously appeared on the table one morning. Both Touya and Yukito obediently ate one of each every morning-magnesium, calcium, vitamins A, C, D, and E, and iron.
While Touya helped out by cooking (frozen dinners), Yukito tried to keep things tidy during their illness. Nakamura, the non-descript IT worker Touya had presumably caught the flu from, felt so bad that Kinomoto and his boyfriend would have to miss the family Christmas that he and his wife had sent over a tidy Christmas dinner for two, which was now resting comfortably in the refrigerator. Yue, apparently, had also felt the need to help them get well.
“I’m pretty sure we don’t need these,” Touya had whispered one morning to Yukito after swallowing a Wada Calcium CD3 tablet. He hadn’t even wanted to know what it was. “It might even be bad for us.”
Yukito had discreetly kicked him, and Touya dropped the subject.
-----
Christmas Eve arrived, and neither of them felt like going out.
“We’re probably still infectious,” Yukito mused, studying their medicine cabinet.
“We? My head is throbbing and my body is heavy. You might be okay, but you probably should stay away from me,” Touya groaned from the bed.
There was a pause, then Yukito returned to the bed. “Never mind, I don’t feel so well either. Maybe I’ll just go back to sleep.” And he fell asleep using Touya’s shoulder as a pillow.
Shrugging, Touya decided Yukito probably had the right idea.
In the evening, after some rest and some ibuprofen, they sat at the dining room table, feeling significantly better-able to sit upright, at least. Touya had felt so good that he’d graduated from frozen dinners and had made curry from a mix.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out this year,” he apologized, setting Yukito’s plate down before him. Originally, they’d planned on going out to a new, popular French restaurant in Tokyo for Christmas Eve. And then, of course, out to a bar or club to celebrate, before making the drive to Tomoeda in the morning.
“It’s fine,” Yukito assured him, smiling that dazzling smile. “It’s nice to just spend time with you.”
Touya snorted. “And from-a-mix curry rice.”
They ate dinner in high spirits, and when it was done Touya took the plates to the kitchen as Yukito cleared the rest of the table.
“It tasted fine.”
Touya was momentarily confused. “Um, thanks? It was a from a mix, you know, I didn’t-“
“French food is very rich and heavy. I much prefer Italian or traditional Japanese. But curry is good too.” Yue frowned, apparently confused.
“Well I-“
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Yukito asked brightly, stepping past Touya to begin running dishwater.
-----
“GOOD MORNING, ONII-CHAN~!”
“Morning, kaijuu.”
“Put Yukito on the phone!”
“Good morning, Sakura-chan.”
“Ne, Yukito, listen! It’s Akari!” Even Touya, standing several feet away from Yukito and the phone, could hear the high-pitched wailing. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Yukito smiled. “Yes, Sakura-chan, I believe she is. Ah, good morning, Kinomoto-san. Yes, yes, we’re doing fine. I think it’s passing. Thank you very much. Happy Christmas to you too. Would you like to speak to To-ya?”
The family-including Aunt Sonomi and Tomoyo-were very disappointed that neither Touya nor Yukito could be there for Christmas. Of course, Tomoyo and Fujitaka both assured the couple that it was high time they had their own Christmas together, without Sakura (and now Akari) and Cerberus. Sonomi sincerely hoped that someone was suffering for infecting her darling nephew and his adorable boyfriend during Christmas.
“This year-AND JUST THIS YEAR,” Kero warned, “I’ll let you two off the hook. I expect to see you both next year. None of this funny business in my house, you hear?!”
“Of course, Kero-chan.”
…
…
…
“Can I talk to Yue now please? PRIVATELY? I don’t what HIM listening.”
-----
“Man, Nakamura’s wife didn’t have to do all that,” Touya whistled as he dried the last dish and laid it on the dish rack.
“It certainly was nice,” Yukito agreed, setting tea and manju out on the table for dessert.
“Happy Christmas,” Touya added, kissing Yukito before sitting down next to him and taking a cup of tea.
“Same to you,” Yukito replied with an impish smile, holding out Touya’s favorite kind of manju.
“And Yue,” Touya finished, taking a sip of tea.
Touya wasn’t surprised to find Yue studying Yukito’s cup of tea and the plate of manju. He pretended not to notice as Yue delicately took one and set it aside near Yukito’s cup.
“Happy Christmas?” he offered.
Yue nodded awkwardly.
“You got Yuki sick on purpose, didn’t you?”
Yue went wide-eyed, then sulky. He lowered his head so his soft white hair fell around his face.
“I mean, Yuki never gets sick. I don’t think he can, because you can’t. Unless it’s magic. Right?
But that’s okay,” he continued, taking another piece of manju and avoiding looking over at Yue. He suspected Yue had crossed his arms in front of him protectively. “I got to spend Christmas with just the two of you. No little sister, no little sister’s husband, no baby, no bottomless pit… Just Yuki and you and liquids and your vitamins.” He grinned at his teacup as he picked it up.
“Thanks, Yue.”
He took a long time taking his next sip of tea. Long enough so that Yue could take a bite of manju.