The Crossroads of Life

Chapter 6: Taking care, part 2

Ronald's P.O.V

He started to shouting at me. Will scolded me badly. I understand his feelings. Suddenly, from nowhere, I began to cry while I apologized to Willie. I really felt guilt after what I have done. Seriously! Nobody has the idea to play outside in this kind of wheater, just me! Watashi wa baka desu! I looked at him with teary eyes and big sniffs like a scared child. I think the sickness causes the mood swings. He looked down at me. His eyes were filled with hesitate. He then began to comfort me and sat beside me. He embraced me gently. I rubbed my face to his chest and nuzzled up to him. "I...I love you." He said. "I love you too." I said and laid down. Willie laid down beside me slowly not wanting to push me. We drifted away to sleep holding each other.

~time skip brought to you by a fluffy bun~

William's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of my Ronnie's soft breathing. I looked at him and smiled warmly. His head laying on my chest nuzzling it. He's clinging to my shirt tightly in his sleep. I placed a peck on his forehead. My right arm went numb. I don't know how much time we spent in this position but he's laying on my arm. I tried to pull out my arm but every move I took he stirred in my arms and I don't want to wake him up. He lookes so peaceful. Just like an angel. I looked out the window and saw little snowflakes falling down from the sky.
*achoo, achoo* I heard his soft sneezing. I looked down at him. He stirred a bit and woke up. He looked up at me with his vibrant green eyes. "Good morning!" I greeted him quietly. "Good mornin'. What's the time?" He asked sleepily. "4 am. Go back to sleep. It's too early." I whispered. "No. I don't want to sleep." He pouted. "You're like a baby sometimes. Also, can I pull out my arm because you are laying on it and it totally went numb. *yawn* "I'm not a baby! Take that back and you can pull your arm out!" He whined tiredly. "Okay, okay you're NOT a baby. Now please, lift up your body a bit so I can free my arm." I said and he lifted his body. "Ouch, ouch!" He groaned. "What's wrong, Ronnie?" I asked with a worried tone in my voice. "My body is a bit sore but it's much better compared to some hours ago." "I'll check your temperature again." I said lifting my palm to his forehead. "You have a fever but it's not that high. What else do you feel?" I asked him while I sat up. "My nose is stiff and my throat is sore. But as I said it's getting a bit better." He said coughing a few times. "You should go back to rest now. It will help you cure more. I'll stay up and watch over you." He finally nodded in agreement. I pulled the covers from him and went to the bathroom to wet a blanket. I walked back and placed it on his forehead. He shivered but soon fell asleep. I noticed that he's still in his working suit and went to my bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas for him. 'He can change his clothes after he woke up.' I thought. I walked downstairs and placed them on a chair. I picked up my book what has fallen down on the floor when I started to shout at Ronald. I began to read where I last opened it.

~time skip brought to you by a jealous Grell~

Ronald's P.O.V

I woke up because my nose is stuffed and I can't breath with it. *cough, cough* I grabbed one of the tissues beside me and blowed my nose. But it was kinda pointless. It got stuffed immediately. I looked around for Will. I found him sitting in his rocking chair reading a book. 'Huh, I didn't even notice it before.' I thought. He gently rocking it forward and backward. He looks so peaceful. He stayed up just because of me. He really cares about me. "Will." I called out with my hoarse voice. I  slowly sat up. He looked towards me. "Oh, you're up." I gave him a weak smile. "Did you sleep well?" He asked. "Yes, but woke up 'cause couldn't breath." I stated. "You look a bit better. Do you need anything?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm hungry. Can I get something to eat?" He smiled sligthly and nodded. "I'll make you some soup." "Thank you." I said and rested my back on the back of the couch. "I forgot to mention that you can change your suit to pajamas." Willie said loudly from the kitchen. "Thanks!" I tried to speak loudly but failed. After 20 minutes he called out. "Ronnie, the soup is ready. Could you walk here?" "Coming!" I stood up and pain rushed through my head. I instantly sat down. I groaned in pain. I heard Will's voice. "Ronald are you alright?" He walked out of the kitchen. As soon as he saw that I'm rubbing my head and I'm whimpering, he rushed over to me. "What happened? Are you feeling alright? What's the problem?" He's really scared. "When I stood up my head started pounding really bad." I said. Suddenly, he lifted me up and carried me in bridal style to the kitchen. I'm sure I looked like a tomato. He settled me down on a chair at the dining table and he put a bowle of soup in front of me. It looked really good! He then sat down at the other end of the table. "Good appetite!" He smiled. 'He's so smiley if he is not working. I wish he would always smile. It fits him so well! And those tiny smiles are so adorable! I thanked him once more and began to eat it. I didn't even realize that I was so hungry. Will walked to the window and looked outside. "It's  snowing outside. I wonder when the snow's going to melt. The weather is reall gloomy. I don't like this weather at all. The roads are slippery and the air is chilling cold." I listened to his complaining. "I like this weather. I love playing in the snow and watch how the tiny snowflakes falling from the sky. Inside the air is cozy and it's such a nice feeling to cover in some blankets and drink hot cocoa. Of course, I really like when the sun is shining all day and when the flowers' scent are everywhere. Which weather do you like?" I wanted to know. "I like the last wheather that you mentioned. The flowers' scent is so refreshing. Even though I'm a Death God I love the spring. The rebirth of everything. When I get overtime or too much work I usually open the window and let the birds' songs in the office. I love to hear their beautiful melody. And when I look around I don't see any kind of death around." He explained. I never thought that a reaper could like the spring. Well, I was wrong. I didn't know Will loves the spring. He is always looks and acts cold. I thought he likes the cold weather. When everything's dead. 'It's interesting how some people and almost every poet thinks that the winter is such a bad season. They think everything is dead, soulless, gray and cold. But they can't think further.' I was deep in my thoughts. Will must have been talking to me but I wasn't aware and in the end I was hearing him calling softly out my name. "Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronald." "Uhh...what?? I'm so sorry I was just deep in my thoughts. In these cases I'm not seeing anything and not hearing anything." He faintly chuckled. "I see. I'm just want to ask if you want some more soup or you finished." He looked at me. "I finished. It was really good. Thanks again." "You're welcome! I'm glad you like it!" He said. "I'm going to change my clothes." I tried to stand up and I succeded this time. "Okay. The pajamas are  on that chair. You can change them in the bathroom." He pointed out to where the clothes are. I walked to the chair grabbed them and went into the bathroom. After some minutes I walked out and sat on the couch. I was curios about the rocking chair. 'I didn't know he likes this kind of furniture. Nor he has one. Maybe...I could...he won't get mad, right?' He is still in the kitchen, washing the dishes. I got up from the couch and sat down on it. 'How long ago was the last time I sat on this kind of chair. I think the last time was about more than a centure ago. When I was still a small reaper. Mother always sat on it and put me into her lap and hummed a sweet and gentle tune. Heh, good old times.' I thought. Willie came back from the kitchen and found me in his chair rocking myself as I closed my eyes. I didn't see that he walked out of the other room.

William's P.O.V

I headed back to the living room and I saw Ronald sitting in the rocking chair with closed eyes while rocking himself. I smiled at the adorable scene in front of me. He didn't notice me as I walked beside him and sat on the sofa. What is he daydreaming about? I slowly reached out and petted his fluffy, bird nest like hair. His eyes shot open and began to apologize. "I'm sorry! I just got nostalgic when I saw it." "Don't worry, Ronnie. I'm not angry at you! Sorry for interrupting your daydreaming. But you looked so cute and fragile. Oh, and one more thing. I'm going to check your fever. I hope it's went down." I reached out and put my hand on his forehead. It wasn't warm. "It went down." I stated. He looked at me with soft eyes. "I was just thinking about how long ago I sat in one of these chairs. It was over a century ago. My mother always caressed me on her lap. I was very young, about five years old. How time flies." His eyes now showed great sadness. "She is no longer among us?" I asked. "How did she die? Of course if you don't want to tell me, that's totally fine." I said. *sigh* "She died in a Cinematic Record accident. She and her partner both got killed. The soul was really determined and refused to die. His Records were flying everywhere. There were too much and...and...they sliced through them. Two days later a searching team found their dead bodies soaked in blood. I was just 19 years old when I lost her. My father loved both of us more than anything but he couldn't accept her death and committed suicide." My face went pale and got goosebumps. 'He was so young when he lost his family. And now he has nobody.' Ronnie began to cry really hard. I stood up and pulled him out of the chair and put him on my lap on the sofa. "Shhh, please don't cry. I'm here for you. I won't leave you alone." I whispered. I circled his back and kissed his cheek several time but it didn't seem to work. I began to hum a tune that I know for a really long time now. It actually...worked?? Ronnie's crying seemed to die down, he's now weeping and hiccups every once in a while. "You know *sniff* this was that tune my mother always hummed. *sniff*" He gained some energy to speak. "This was my favourite song too back then. When I'm stressed I always humming it to myself. It calms me down." He nuzzled up to my neck, still sniffing and whimpering. 'The outgoing and party-loving reaper who always looks happy and carefree has one of the most tragic past I've ever heard.' I thought, looking down to the blond shinigami who clinging onto me and whimpering. I wiped away the tears from his eyes. They were red and puffy. He cried his eyes out.

A/N: Ravioli, ravioli this turned out longioli. More than 2000 words!! I impressed myself this time. Poor Ronald, he is too precious for this world. And please do NOT flame me, I know (spoiler alert!!!!!) the reapers committed suicide and then they become reapers, this is just my headcanon that they born as shinigamis!
I hope you enjoyed! (^.^)