Chicken Pox

Standard disclaimers apply. Yoshihiro Togashi-sama created these characters. They’re absolutely adorable and thank him very much. So now we could all have fun with them!

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Shonen ai and yaoi is indicated only slightly here.   

Ano… Chicken Pox disease is spreading widely in my school. 60% of the students are getting it. New ones every day. I am just waiting for my turn. So, as I’m still healthy and spots free… I’ll just write something about this okay?

Wait, I wanted to make this a parody fic, let’s see what it turns out to be, ok minna-san? 

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Kurama blinked. He felt miserable. What was wrong with him today?  He felt very cold and was sweating all over. His body started to get itchy everywhere.

He went over to the sensei and interrupted him. The whole class seemed to be showering with whispers. “Sumimasen sensei,” he uttered.  The sensei looked at his favourite student oddly. “Dooshite no, Minamino-kun?” he asked, lowering his thick glasses, eyeing Kurama closely.

“Can I be excused? I feel very bad,” he uttered. The sensei looked at him. Minamino’s lips were shivering and turning blue! “Ano, I think you should go to the school clinic and see what’s wrong,” suggested the sensei. Kurama nodded. But as soon as he took the next step, he fell.

Everyone rushed over to ‘help’ Minamino Shuuichi. The girls especially were more than willing to carry him. Two on the left leg, two on the right leg, two on the right hand and two on the left. one was supporting his head, three were busy supporting his body. Well, he was sure lighter than he looks.

Kurama opened his eyes. A ‘lot’ of girls stood up and asked if he was okay. Kurama smiled. “Hai, daijobu da yo. Doumo minna-san,” he thanked them. Most of the girls nearly fainted as their idol thanked them. Kurama sighed internally. :… Girls …: he thought miserably.

“Minamino-kun, I phoned your mother. She should be here in a moment,” said the nurse, bringing him a glass of water. Everyone helped Kurama to sit up.

After drinking the glass of water, a girl took the empty glass away. The nurse came back with a thermometer in her hand and stuffed it in Kurama’s mouth.

After a few moments, she took it out and wriggled it before eyeing the results. She frowned at the thermometer. “You’re hot. Very hot,” she said shaking her head and went away.

The other girls agreed. “Hai Minamino-san. You’re very ‘hot’,” said one of the girl. Another girl slapped her head and sighed. “Behave yourself in front of Minamino-san,” she told her dryly.

An older nurse came in with the earlier one. She had a stern face and headed straight for Kurama. He held his breath, wondering what is this woman going to do with him.

She reached for his uniform and began unbuttoning the buttons.  Kurama reached up to stop her. Cold sweats were on his forehead. The girls were waiting for the nurse to unbutton his uniform all the way but the nurse nodded at Kurama. “Girls, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? A guy wants to open his clothes and you all are sitting here, eyeing him,” she told them. The girls blushed at themselves and went out.

The older nurse opened his clothes and Kurama was only dressed in his pants. She turned him around and checked his body all over. She smiled at him. “Boy, you’re going to have Chicken Pox,” she announced.  Kurama looked at her eyes widened. “Chicken Pox?” he asked, the nurse nodded and starting to button up his clothes back.

Kurama fainted. The other nurses giggled and went out. After finish buttoning up his clothes, the old nurse went out resuming her other works.

All the girls were practically crying. “Uwaa… Minamino-san is going to have a loooong holiday! We can’t see him,” a girl cried.

Shiori rushed to Meiow High School and went to the school clinic.

“Sumimasen, watashi no musuko wa doko desu ka?” she asked at the nurse who was on the counter. The nurse smiled and stood up. “Minamino-kun,

desu ne?” she asked for assurance. Shiori nodded.

She brought Shiori to her son. Kurama was getting worse by the hour. The red spots on his skin was getting more visible. Shiori went nearer to her son and held his hand.

Kurama woke up to see his mother smiling over him. “Kaasan,” he uttered softly. “Shhh… kaasan wa koko ni imasu yo,” she said, running a hand between those soft silky strands. “I’m very sick. Please take me home and don’t allow anyone to see me…,” he requested. Shiori nodded, a tear rolled off her cheek. It hurts her so much to see her son in misery.

The nurse helped them out and sighed. :… Minamino’s mother was sure as sweet as her son …: She thought to herself.

“Matte Kudasai,” suddenly Kurama stopped when they were near the clinic door. “Dooshite, Shuu-chan?” asked Shiori. “My bag, kaasan. I need to go and get it,” he said, turning to go to his class. The nurse stopped him. “Wait here. I’ll intercom the class and asked someone to bring it for you,” she said and went inside to the counter.

The intercom rang in Kurama’s class. The class monitor who sits next to it picked it up. “Moshi-moshi,” then he frowned, nodded and smiled. “Yoshi,” then he hung up.

“Anyone wants to bring down Minamino-kun’s bag?” asked the monitor. Within one second, all the girls in the class went over to Kurama’s place and took his books and bag.

Shiori blinked as she saw a swarm of girls coming their way. They came and hand Kurama his bag. “Minamino-kun, your bag!” they chirped. Shiori was still blinking at them. “Doumo, minna-san. Doumo,” said Kurama taking his bag and books.

“Ki o tsukette, Minamino-kun,” they chirped on last time before Kurama turned to go home. They were still looking at him from the clinic door, waving frantically once Kurama looked behind.

“Who are they?” asked Shiori when they were in safe range. “Em? My classmates,” answered Kurama. Shiori frowned, then smiled. “Ah, it looks like my boy is famous in school,” she said, heartily. Kurama flashed her a smile. “You’ll have no problems finding a wife then,” she added.  “Kaasan,” retorted Kurama weakly. Shiori chuckled and nodded. “Yoshi, yoshi,” she said and went all the way home in Shiori’s car.

As soon as Kurama reached home, he was tucked into bed by Shiori.

Then she remembered. “Kyaa! You’re not suppose to be wearing anything!  It’ll just make the spots worse!” remembered Shiori and start tugging off her son’s shirt. “Kaasan, I could do it myself,” said Kurama, slightly blushing.

Shiori smiled. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone for now. But I’ll bring lunch in an hour,” she said and left the room. Once she was gone, Kurama went to his window and shut it tight. He slid the curtain so no one could see him or come in from outside.

Yuusuke had phoned Kurama and found out that he had Chicken Pox from his mother. He just couldn’t stop laughing. That night, when Kuwabara and Hiei came for their normal meeting, Yuusuke told them the Kurama couldn’t come.

“Kurama can’t come? Why?” asked Kuwabara. Hiei was just quiet.  “Well, he’s having Chicken Pox now,” said Yuusuke and started cracking up. Kuwabara blinked. “Nani?!” then he joined Yuusuke laughed. Hiei knotted his brows together. :… What in the hell are these jerks laughing so hard about? …: he wondered.

Hiei made a fake cough. Both Yuusuke and Kuwabara looked at him.  When he finally got their attention, he opened his mouth. “What’s a Chicken Pox?” he asked. Yuusuke and Kuwabara looked at each other, then they looked at Hiei, before Hiei could open his mouth, they went back cracking their heads off.

“Hey! I asked you what’s a Chicken Pox?!” he demanded. Yuusuke and Kuwabara slowed down. “It’s when you get red spots all over your body and it’s very itchy. Then you’ll get funny looking and…,” Yuusuke can’t finish his sentence. He went back cracking up.

“And…?” Hiei demanded, still. “And he can’t see anyone for three weeks!” continued Kuwabara. Hiei frowned. “Why?” Kuwabara smiled at Hiei. “Because he’ll be too ugly to look at,” he reasoned. Yuusuke elbowed Kuwabara’s gut. “No Hiei, it’s because you’ll get infected too,” covered Yuusuke, even though the first fact was true.

Hiei disappeared in the thin air. Yuusuke and Kuwabara shrugged and continued laughing at the poor Kurama.

Hiei went over Kurama’s house and went up the tree. Kurama’s window was locked and the curtain was shut. He knocked on it. “Kurama?” he called. Kurama widened his eyes. His spots had worsened since this morning. And Hiei would be the last person he wanted to be seen by, now.  He just kept quiet and act as if he didn’t heard it.

Hiei kept pounding on the window. He could feel Kurama’s youki inside. Not sleeping, but he seemed not too good. His youki was mixed with something else.

So, Hiei went to the front door. He knocked. “Iku yo!” shouted Shiori from inside. A few moments later, she opened the door. Hiei looked up at the ningen women, smiling sweetly as always. “Ah, Hiei-kun… ohairi, ohairi…,” she pulled the boy gently in. Hiei blinked and let out a small sigh.

Mr. Hatanaka looked up from the paper. He smiled at Hiei.  “Shuuichi no tomodachi ka?” he asked. Hiei nodded once and was pushed gently to sit on the couch in front of Mr. Hatanaka as Shiori went to the kitchen to make tea. :… Hey, I’m here to see Kurama! …: he shouted internally.

“You do know that Shuuichi has Chicken Pox, don’t you?” asked Mr. Hatanaka. Hiei nodded. “Have you had one?” asked Mr. Hatanaka. :… had

one? I don’t even knew what the hell it is …: Hiei snapped mentally. But he just shook his head.

Mr. Hatanaka put down his paper. “Then it would be dangerous to go and see him now. You’ll probably get infected,” he told Hiei. :… So the infected part was true …: thought Hiei. “Daijobu,” said Hiei, he was being unbelievably polite tonight.

Shiori put down the tea and smiled at Hiei. “I’ll see if he wants to see you, ok?” she said, disappearing to Kurama’s room. :… He will see me. I don’t care …: snorted Hiei inwardly.

“Boy, how old are you?” asked Mr. Hatanaka. :… What? Now I’m being questioned for being here? …: “16,” lied Hiei. Mr. Hatanaka nodded.  Shuuichi was also the same age as this boy, but much, much more taller.

“Shuu-chan, Hiei is here to see you,” said Shiori. :… What? He even entered using the front door? …: sighed Kurama. “I don’t want to see him, kaasan. I don’t want to see anyone! I look disgusting!” said Kurama from inside.

Kaasan had given him a bottle of Calamine lotion and he was dabbing it all over himself using a cotton-ball. It was too itchy to resist. At least the Calamine lotion cooled it off a bit. He was all pink and white now.

Shiori came back with a sullen face. “Gomen ne, Hiei-san. He just doesn’t want to see anyone,” she told Hiei. Hiei knotted his brows. What else he could do to make the kitsune see him. Or was it he wanted to see the kitsune?

“Em… can you tell him that I’m going back to see Mukuro? Today is my last day,” he told Shiori. She nodded and went back.

“Shuu-chan. Hiei-san is leaving. He said he was going back to see Mukuro tomorrow,” said Shiori. Kurama stood up upon hearing that. He quickly opened the door. Peeping out his head from behind the door.  Shiori put a hand on her son’s hair. “Shuu-chan… kawaii-so,” she sighed.

Kurama smiled wearily.

“Hiei-san,” she called. Hiei instantly jumped up to his feet and went over to Kurama’s room. Upon seeing Hiei, Kurama hid behind the door. Shiori left them to be alone.

“Go away Hiei,” he told the koorime behind the ajar door. “No,” insisted the stubborn koorime. “You don’t want to see me now. I look horrible,” he said, keep dabbing Calamine lotion on himself. From top to bottom.

“I am not going,” Hiei told the kitsune and gave the door a slight push. Kurama toppled over and nearly dropped his bottle of calamine lotion. “Damn, Hiei,” he uttered, crouching behind the door with his back to the world. Hiei went in and locked the door.

He looked at Kurama, he had his hair tied up into a high ponytail.

His body was stained with whitish stuff. And he was naked. Hiei frowned.  “Why are you hiding like that?” he asked. “I look horrible Hiei, go away!” said Kurama. Hiei was pure youkai and a youkais won’t get infected with these puny ningen diseases.

He went over to the crouched youko and sat behind him. He wrapped his arms around Kurama and leaned on his back. “I really wished that I wasn’t having this, you know?” he said, sound muffled by his own sobs.

Hiei felt bad. Kurama looked like he was suffering and he couldn’t do anything to soothe his kitsune. He ran his hands lightly over Kurama’s back, trying in his own way to soothe that youko. But Kurama felt even worse. “Stop Hiei. You’re making it itchier,” said Kurama.

“Scratch then,” suggested Hiei. “That’ll leave a permanent scar on me,” Kurama told Hiei. Hiei was silent. He just leaned on Kurama’s back.  The heat between them was making his body itch. “Hiei, get off me. The heat is making me feel very itchy,” Kurama told the koorime off.

Hiei raised his head and moved around to the front, facing the kitsune. Kurama’s face was hidden behind his red hair. “Ano, you have spots on your face too,” he commented. “I am aware of that, Hiei,” said Kurama, irritatingly. “Why do you have to geddit? Why don’t that stupid big oaf geddit?” asked Hiei. “I don’t know Hiei. I don’t know!” Kurama started to throw a fit.

Suddenly he felt itchy and quickly dabbed the Calamine lotion on himself. Hiei watched this and frowned. :… I could do that …: he told himself.  He took the bottle away from Kurama and copied what Kurama did. He dabbed the moistened cotton-ball on Kurama.

“It’s easier if you go and lie on your bed,” suggested Hiei and pulled Kurama’s hair. Kurama went over to his bed and slumped heavily on the futon.

Hiei dabbed the lotion on his back gently. From top to bottom.  “Turn over,” then he ordered. Kurama turned and pulled the blanket up to his waist. Hiei looked up at Kurama annoyingly. But he kept dabbing the lotion on him with new cotton-balls. When it came to his waist, Hiei just flicked the blanket away. “Kitsune no baka,” he snorted.

“You said you were going to see Mukuro tomorrow, when are you going to come back?” asked Kurama, biting his lower lip as Hiei applied the lotion between his thighs. “I am not going anywhere. I figured that if I didn’t say that, you wouldn’t let me in,” confessed Hiei. “I hate you,” uttered Kurama. “Yes, of course you do,” said Hiei sarcastically. 

Three weeks passed by…

Hiei took care of Kurama everyday. Shiori was relieved that someone was around to help her take care of her beloved Shuuichi. And she was happy that her Shuuichi doesn’t have to be lonely.

Kurama got dressed in a pair of pants and looked at Hiei. “I still

have spots,” he told his koorime as he hugged Hiei. Hiei leaned on

Kurama’s chest and thought for a while. “Why don’t you change into youko form. Then concentrate your youki to heal the spots,” he suggested. Kurama smiled. “You are so brilliant, botchan,” Kurama kissed his koorime and stood up.

He changed into youko form. He blinked at himself. “Yuck, I look like a frog,” he said. Hiei just looked at the tall youko. He seldom talked when Kurama was in this state. He just didn’t felt too good about it.

Youko Kurama closed his eyes and concentrated his youki. He curled up his fist and a creepy aura filled the room. Youko Kurama got shiningly bright and then it was all gone. The mist cleared off and a red haired Shuuichi Minamino came back, sitting beside a yawning koorime.

Kurama looked at himself. All the spots really disappeared. “Doumo Hiei,” he thanked his lover and kissed Hiei lightly. Hiei snorted.

Suddenly Kurama pushed Hiei on the futon. “I’ve been waiting for three weeks for this,” he said mischievously. Hiei’s big almond eyes just blinked and licked Kurama’s nose. “Your kaasan is coming,” he told Kurama. Kurama quickly jumped off Hiei and a moment later, a knock was heard.

“Shuu-chan, your friends are here,” she called. “Coming kaasan,” said Kurama pulling Hiei along.

Yuusuke, Kuwabara, Yukina, Koenma, Botan, Keiko, Kirishima and a few more other people came. “Yo Kurama! You’re all okay!” shouted Kuwabara, patting at Kurama’s shoulder. Kurama nodded.

“Hiei-san took care of Shuuichi the whole of three weeks,” said Shiori proud that her son has a good friend like Hiei. “Waah Hiei, you took care of Kurama?” asked Yuusuke. Hiei snorted. “Hn,” he uttered under his breath. Anyway, everyone could see that Hiei was blushing.

Shiori had cooked something for everyone to eat. And Kurama took a plate of mochi to Hiei. “This is for the one who took care of me,” he winked at Hiei. :… You are such a damn flirt …: snorted Hiei and took the plate.

Planned to make this a parody fic. But it ended dreadfully ‘ketten’. whatever. I spent one and a half hour writing this and if you hate it, tell me.

Hiei : haha… you lost.

Bulma : yeah… here’s your money.

Hiei : I don’t want money. I have no use for it.

Kurama : But I have… and took it from Hiei

Bulma : Kurama! Hey Hiei, that’s your money!

Hiei : What’s mine is his, and what’s his is mine and walked away

Bulma bit her nails : Oh how I hate them… duh!

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