Shura x Yukio Oneshots

Sick Scaredy

First Wattpad story~ please enjoy! :)

Description: Yukio finds himself sick one morning. And with Rin off to some overnight stay with Shima, Bon, and Konekomaru somewhere in Kyoto, can he rely on Shura to take care of him?

Notes: agebent Shura, 17 years old. Yukio's still 15 here. Rated G, lots of fluff.

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"Uuggh.." Yukio groaned in displeasure, putting on his glasses and checking the clock beside him. 7:15 am, December 10. He was late. "Aarghhh.." he tried getting up, but there was an uncomfortable pull in his stomach, his head felt like a two-ton weight was smashed on it.

He managed to get up and grab the thermometer in his dresser drawer. Sitting weakly on his office chair, Yukio waited for his temperature. 'Fever,' he thought to himself, placing the thermometer atop his bedside table. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. It was Shura, coming to say he needed to get up. "Hey foureyes~" she teased but halted herself at the sight of her sick coworker, whose hair was messed up and still had his boxers on. "Hi Shura, do you think you could ask them to excuse my absence today?" Yukio croaked, throat dry. "Screw them," she started. "I wasn't plannin' on going to work today anyway." she yawned lazily and plopped down on Yukio's computer chair.

"Rin's supposed to be home by now." Yukio muttered in disappointment. "Don't Kyoto trains leave at six in the morning?" Shura questioned. "Yeah, but he says they missed it this morning and they'll have to go tomorrow," Yukio rolled his eyes and coughed harshly. "Well then, since I'm already here, I may as well take care of you, scaredy sick eyes, :3" she chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Ah whatever, Shura, just go look for the fever treatment leaves in the medicine cabinet." he grumbled. "Yaa~ I know what to do~" Shura skipped to the small medicine cabinet and pulled out a bunch of herbs and other liquids.

"Hey, could you mix it here? I'm worried you might put something unhumanly in the medicine." Yukio eyed her. "Pffff.. Whatever ya say sickeyes," Shura teased, carefully crushing the components to create a viscous mixture. "Oh and I have to add something that make it a little sharper for ya," she smiled, pulling out a small bottle from her pocket and pouring a clear liquid into the medicine. Yukio raised a questioning eyebrow, but didn't complain nor try to stop her.

As soon as she finished, she held a spoon in front of his mouth. "Open up." Shura ordered. Yukio hesitated, but reluctantly opened his mouth. He had to clamp a hand over his lips to stop himself from puking. "What the hell is this.." he mumbled. "Geez, it's my kind of medicine, now hurry up and finish it," she offered the spoon again.

"Good god, Yukio, I thought you were a doctor," Shura said, pressing a hand to his forehead. He was still burning up, but she figured he needed one thing: a sponge bath. "Yeah but I've never been this sick before," he said. "Take off yer shirt, you need a sponge bath," Shura laughed. "What?!?! No!! Not in front of you!" Yukio complained. "Nyaaa~ You're so chicken you can't even be shirtless in front of me," Shura teased and pinched his cheek. "Fine I'm taking it off," he shot her a look.

She just smirked. "I'll get some cold water and a towel." and headed off into the bathroom. Yukio sighed. He couldn't wait to get better. Shura came back. "Ooookaaay then.." she immersed a small towel into the ice-cold water from the tub she brought, wrang it, and brought it to Yukio's arms. As awkward as it felt, it was their last resort.

She wiped his forehead over and over again. "You should wipe the other spots as well," Yukio smirked. Shura just rolled her eyes.
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Shura checked the time. Noon. "Alright, what do ya want fer lunch?" she asked Yukio, who was now bundled up in his covers, reading a book. "Sashimi.." he replied without hesitation. She gave him a weirded look. "You have that every day," she said. "Fine, sukiyaki," he thought aloud. "Sashimi it is," Shura sighed. Just as she was about to leave for the school cafeteria, Yukio puked. "Why don't ya try sleeping again?" she said. He nodded, wiping his mouth with the damp towel from the tub first before passing out. Shura then went to the cafeteria.

The turquoise orbed-exorcist woke up thirty minutes later and Shura wasn't there. As if on cue, she walked through the door of his dorm, holding several paper bags. "Look who's finally up," Shura smirked, passing him a couple of the paper bags she was holding. "Sashimi AND sukiyaki,"
He almost couldn't believe she'd bought him both.

Finishing up the lunch, Shura checked his temperature. "Yer still burning, but it went down a bit." she said between bites.

Yukio took a nap that afternoon, while Shura dampened a towel and put it on his head. She sighed and sat down on the office chair, dragging it beside the bed to watch him sleep. Shura smiled to herself and secretly hoped he would feel better.

A few hours later, the sick exorcist woke up to find snow falling outside and Shura asleep on the computer chair beside his bed. Yukio checked his clock. 8 pm. Had he slept that long? His head began to hurt again, so he decided to wake Shura up. "Blizzard outside, it's freezing in here." he told her. "What do ya expect me to do?" she yawned, rubbing her purple orbs. "Turn up the heat."
"Yer kidding me right? The thermostat's in the closet, you can do it yerself."
"I'm sick, Shura."
"Come on, foureyes, just because ya have fever doesn't mean I'm yer personal assistant for a day," but Shura got up anyway. "You seem to be cooler now, though." she pressed a hand against his forehead. "My head still hurts," Yukio complained. Shura waved him off. "Suck it up, the medicine was supposed to take care of that." she yawned.

"Eh, fine." Yukio chuckled. "Are you still sleepy?" he asked. Shura nodded. "Didn't get any sleep last night, Angel was bugging the hell out of the angelic legion," she started, sitting on the edge of Yukio's bed, her back brushing against his side. "Must be rough," he said. "Yaaaa~ it was :3, I think I'll go back to sleep on yer chair, wake me up if anything happens," she moved to get up, but Yukio had a firm grip on her arm. "You could sleep here," he mumbled quietly, not meeting her eyes. Shura raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak. "Please?" Yukio interrupted again.

"Fine. Scoot." he made space for Shura, and she lay down beside Yukio, pulling the covers over them. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "For warmth," he muttered as an excuse. Shura sighed. "Yeah~" she smiled, falling asleep on his chest, while he closed his eyes as well.