Blue Exorcist Sickfic Files

Yukio & Rin (Just Some Kids with the Flu)

The air in the small monastery  was filled with a symphony of sneezes and sniffles. Rin and Yukio, only 14 years old are both bundled up in blankets, laying on the couch, their cheeks flushed with fever. It seemed that a stubborn flu had taken hold of both brothers, leaving them feeling weak and miserable.

Father Fujimoto, their guardian and mentor, paced around the room with a pot of steaming soup in his hands. He frowned as he glanced at his sick wards, his heart aching at the sight of them suffering.

"Boys, you need to eat something," he said gently, placing the tray with soup on the coffee table. "It'll help you feel better."

Rin groaned from beneath his blanket, his voice scratchy. "I don't feel like eating, dad. My head hurts."

Yukio sniffled, his nose red from constant wiping. "Yeah, me too."

Father Fujimoto sighed, his worry deepening. He reached out and gently felt their foreheads, confirming that their fevers were still present. "You two have been sick for days now. It's important to keep your strength up."

Rin and Yukio exchanged tired glances, their shared misery bringing a faint smile to their faces. "Okay," Rin mumbled.

Father Fujimoto nodded and took a seat beside them, helping them sit up. He handed each of them a bowl of soup, his touch gentle as he brushed their hair back from their foreheads. "Eat slowly, boys. It's warm and will help soothe your throats."

As they ate the soup, Father Fujimoto sat with them, he was the only one at the monastery this week and of course the twins would come down with the flu. It had been going around the school, he decided sharing stories and light-hearted anecdotes to take their minds off their discomfort. He knew how challenging it was for them to be confined by illness, especially Rin, who was known for his boundless energy.

"Remember the time we had that snowball fight?" Father Fujimoto chuckled. "Rin, you managed to hit Yukio in the face with a snowball and then slipped and fell yourself."

Rin's eyes lit up despite his fatigue, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, and Yukio got me back by burying me in snow!"

Yukio grinned weakly, his cheeks flushed. "It was payback, big brother."

As they shared these memories, their laughter filled the room, momentarily dispelling the heaviness of illness. Father Fujimoto watched them, his heart swelling with affection.

"You two are quite the pair," he said fondly. "And even in times like these, you manage to find reasons to smile."

As the memories of their shared antics faded into the background, the room settled into a peaceful hush. Rin and Yukio had dozed off under the watchful eye of Father Fujimoto, their breathing steady and their faces relaxed.

However a few hours later, the tranquility was soon disrupted as Yukio's eyes fluttered open. He shifted slightly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. He swallowed hard, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

Quietly, he sat up, his brows furrowed with concern. He glanced over at Rin, who was still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the couch. Yukio didn't want to wake him, not when he seemed to be getting much-needed rest.

Taking a deep breath, Yukio carefully slipped off the couch, his steps cautious as he made his way towards the bathroom. His head felt heavy, his mouth dry from fever and illness. He cried, but he did his best to be strong. Each step seemed like a struggle, but he was determined not to wake his slumbering brother or bother his dad.

As he reached the bathroom, Yukio's stomach twisted uncomfortably, and he doubled over, his body racked with a bout of nausea. He clutched the edge of the sink, his forehead damp with sweat, as he waited for the wave of sickness to pass.