A Quartets Love | Uta No Prince Sama

VIII | A Sickly Blonde

{ Your P.O.V }

          "Go on you three, out out out." I said as I lightly pushed on their backs towards the front door to the apartment.

          This morning is the morning after that amazing concert and Camus, the poor thing, hasn't gotten up yet which can only mean one thing. He's sick. I've managed to keep everyone out of his room so he could rest and now I have the pleasure of convincing the other three members of the Quartet that I can care for their fallen member and also myself while they're out completing their schedules for today. The only major thing the four of them had scheduled for today was a television interview and their manager has already contacted the station, saying that Camus isn't going to be attending today's broadcast due to his poor health. Hopefully the other members won't screw anything up too badly with that icy-cold man not being there to keep them in line...

          Reiji turned around just before I managed to push him out the door as well. "Are you sure My Special Girl?" He asked with genuine concern laced through out his words. "A sick Myu-chan is a scary Myu-chan. We can cancel to stay behind and help you out if you want?"

          I shook my head at that. "No, you guys cannot be one of those "everyone or no one" type of bands if it's all because someone has a slight cold." I said with a pointed look. "If Camus was really sick then I'd make an exception but he should be fine in a couple days and you cannot miss all those schedules."

          "She has a point." AI spoke up with just a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips that nearly caused me to faint right there on the spot.

          "Tsk, Princess will live Reiji, now let's get going before we're late." Ranmaru then said as he grabbed the back of Reiji's shirt collar and began dragging him out of the apartment, sending me one last smirk before disappearing around the corner.

          Quickly, I said my goodbyes to them and then scurried off towards Camus's room. It's unlike him to stay in bed this long. He's usually one of the first up (besides AI that is) within this household. Camus sleeping in must mean he's really not feeling well.

          I lightly knocked on his door and when I didn't get a response, I slowly gripped the round door nob and twisted it till I heard a faint click. His room was clean as ever and for the first time ever, I saw him in here but probably not in a light he'd want to be shown in.

          Camus was lying on his side with his back facing me as I made my way towards him. I sat down beside him on the edge of his bed and gently began tucking his stray strands of platinum blonde hair behind his ear and out of his face. His hair is really soft, like, softer than a really soft cats fur.

          That's something weird to compare him to isn't it..?

          With a shrug of my shoulders, I carefully began brushing through his hair as lightly as I could. The way he leaned into my touch made me internally shriek and faint as I surprisingly remained completely calm on the outside. His eyebrows were knitted together and he seemed to be breathing more heavily than normal. Camus must be feeling horrible right about now...

          "Hey Cam-chan." I lightly called out to him as I continued brushing through his soft locks. A mumbled groan was all I got in reply and I decided to try waking him up again. "Camus, wake up for a second." I said with a small laugh at his childishness.

          Those icy blue eyes opened just enough for him to look at me through his thick eyelashes. Though, for once, the animosity and coldness that usually accompanies his harsh glares wasn't there. His eyes held a soft, unusual warmth to them which, needless to say, caught me very much off guard.