Yukio Okumura X Reader OS

fever.

warning(s): blood.

            It was too hot.

            And when he opened his eyes the sun was too bright, hurting his eyes.  In fact, everything hurt.  Everything ached.  Everything burned.

            Yukio tried shifting onto his side but was stopped as a hand pressed into his arm.

            “Don’t move, Yukio,” you told him, your breath fluttering against the shell of his ear.  “Rin went to get you some medicine that will hopefully bring down your fever.”

            He could tell you was concerned without even looking at you.  He could almost taste your suppressed worry.

            But why weren’t they taking him to a hospital?  Surely, his fever was high enough to warrant that?  Yukio tried to open his mouth to voice his musings, but again, everything hurt; that included his throat.

            It was raw and burned.  Funny, how he seemed to be relating his pain to fire.

            “Oh,” you piped up suddenly.  “Do you need something?”

            The Exorcist opened his eyes just a crack before regretting his decision, and closed them again.  He sighed rather painfully while shaking his head against the pillow.

            “Okay, well, I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

            Yukio smiled a little.  Of course you would.

            A wet cloth pressed lightly to his forehead, providing momentary relief, and the Exorcist hummed with contentment.

            Almost immediately, he began to drift away into his thoughts.  He remembered how Father told him to always be careful when cleaning his glasses.  Press too hard and they would break.  Didn’t Father relate that to friends and loved ones as well?  Yes, love them too much and they would shatter, just like his glasses.  Or, even worse, if Yukio kept them too close they disappear from his life forever.

            Forever was a long time.

            His self-destructive nature would not only push his loved ones away, it would also destroy them in the process.  That’s why he kept his thoughts to himself and his feeling locked away further within.

            His shivering digits thumped against the side of his head, and Yukio was surprised to find himself sitting up.  When had he done that?

            After a moment, he realized his free hand was not at his side.  Rather, it was buried deep in someone’s chest cavity.  The Exorcist cocked his head to one side, fascinated as he watched the deep-colored blood flowed over the pale flesh of his hand.  In a sudden, horrifying realization, he yanked his hand out with a yelp.

            Shivering uncontrollably, Yukio clutched the bloody hand to his chest.  His mouth hung open in a soundless wail as (Name) collapsed to the floor with a lifeless thud.

            “Yukio, I’m back,” came his older brother’s voice, and Yukio look with a gasp of surprise still holding the crimson hand to his chest.  “Yukio?”

            Suddenly, Yukio’s eyes shot open, and he sat in bed, breathing heavily.

            (Name) watched him with a concerned expression as Rin walked over with a grocery bag.  The older Okumura twin voiced her worries first:

            “You all right, Yukio?” The half-demon cocked his head slightly.

            The Exorcist settled his glasses on his nose with shaking hands before looking at the pair.  He took deep breath and then exhaled it.  “I’m fine, Nii-san,” he said while massaging his eyelids from under his glasses.  “It was just a dream.”

            A distressing and vivid dream.  A dream that caused his hands to continue to shake.

            “Well,” Rin began as he dug through the plastic bag.  He cracked the hugest smile while holding up a bottle of water.  “I didn’t forget your mineral water this time!”  He then opened the bottle before it handed off to his brother.

            “Thank you,” Yukio responded softly.

            “And I got you some medicine!” the half-demon chirped proudly as he set the small, white bottle on the nightstand, his tail swishing back and forth in contentment.

            “Thank you, Nii-san,” he responded again without looking at Rin.  The Exorcist clenched his hands together in order to lessen the shivering.

            (Name) glanced at the half-demon with a soft smile.  “Thanks, Rin…” she glanced back at Yukio.  He had stopped shaking, but his gaze remained on something far away, something that only he could see.  She then nodded to the older twin, hoping that he would understand her cue.

            Thankfully, he did, leaving the room with a warm ‘get well’ to his younger sibling.

            “What’s wrong with you, Yukio?” (Name) asked with a soft sternness.

            “I told you,” he answered quickly.  “It was just a dream; you don’t have to worry about.”

            He was dismissing her question.  She grabbed his hand in both of hers; the skin was incredibly warm because of the fever that attacked his body.  

            “Yukio, look at me,” she whispered, and he did.  “What’s wrong?”

            Those turquoise eyes ducked to his lap again.  “I hurt you,” he said quietly.  In truth, he had done more than hurt her.  He had killed her, but he chose to exclude that detail.

            (Name)’s brows furrowed in concern, and she brushed her thumb lightly across his hand.  “Hurt me?  How?”

            He looked at her again.  “I can’t tell you,”

            If he told (Name) about his dream he would have to tell her about the other poisonous thoughts he was having, and that would trace all the way back to the traitor Toudou, which was something he did not have the ability to discuss without being killed.

            This statement made (Name) even more worried, but his words were very serious and he was still not feeling well, so she decided not to press any further.  Instead, she leaned forward and pushed his glasses into his hair.  The Exorcist’s fever-flushed face flooded with even more color as (Name) rested her forehead against his own.

            She nuzzled noses with him while releasing a content sigh.  Her eyes lingered on his for a moment, and she noted that his irises were much darker than normal.  The pupils almost seemed to take on a cat-like appearance.

            “Your eyes are different today,” she breathed.

            Yukio’s eyes flickered from her own, but (Name) kept her hands on the back of his head so he wouldn’t move away from her.

            “I know you can’t tell me, Yukio,” she said, “But I love you, don’t forget that.”