#can be seen both yakou fathero or just a roommate situation

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Yakou and Yuma QuickFic

I've been feeling a little down today, so I decided to write a small drabble/flash fic to try and cheer myself up.

Nothing too whumpy, nothing too emotional or extreme, nothing that drags and nothing too OOC. Just domestic and straight to the point.

Another fairly tame sickfic.

Enjoy.

Warm and Weary

Word Count: 900+

Characters: Yuma Kokohead, Yakou Furio

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Sickfic

Yuma had just started walking back to the submarine from his outing. He had been investigating the city for a while, helping other people out, and making sure to stay out of the Peacekeeper's sights. But he started to grow a little tired.

Shinigami had told him in a nagging annoying tone to keep going, but he just didn't have it. He felt tired and drained from everything that's happened to him so far and the rain certainly wasn't helping him.

So to make sure he didn't cause any further trouble unexpectedly, he slowly trudged back to the agency and walked up the ramp onto the deck. His legs feeling heavier with every step.

As he stepped down the stairs and out of the humidity of the rain outside and into the cool air conditioning of the entrance of the sub, his temples had started to hurt slightly. Placing a hand to his head with a small look of strain, he walked slowly into the main office removing his rain attire. He really wanted to sit down.

He entered the room to see the agency's boss sitting at his desk reading his newspaper and smoking a cigarette like usual.

"Yuma, welcome back." Yakou said looking up from his reading.

Yuma nodded, hand still to his head "Thank you..."

"You're back a bit earlier than usual, something going on?" the chief asked raising a brow at Yuma's gesture.

Yuma sighed as his head started hurting more. Then he started feeling dizzy and his vision was getting a bit bleary. His legs almost felt like lead, but he somehow still had the strength to stand and kept standing. His body started feeling like it was slightly achy and as he took his hand off his head and looked down at it, there was a clear liquid substance on it. He was sweating.

Putting all these thoughts together as a detective does, Yuma came to a deduction to what might have been wrong. He spoke tiredly, but honestly and calmly.

"Chief, I think I have a fever..."

Yakou looked worried. "Oh, really? Here, lemme see..."

He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the tired trainee by the doorway. He would have asked Yuma to come to him but seeing how tired Yuma looked, that probably wasn't a good idea. Without a single word more he leaned down slightly and slid his hand under the boy's bangs.

Yuma's deduction was spot on.

"Yeah, you sure do." Yakou said with a frown feeling the warmth of the boy’s forehead.

“Sorry…” Yuma weakly apologized.

“Hey, it happens. You were probably just pushing yourself too hard out there.” Yakou replied placing a hand to Yuma’s shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s sit you down and I’ll see if I’ve got anything you can take.” Yakou lent Yuma his aid as he used his arm to support his back, helping him walk to the purple sofa.

“Thanks…” Yuma responded accepting Yakou’s assistance as he slowly stumbled to the sofa. Once he reaches his destination he sits down slowly. Feeling the world spin a bit as he closed his eyes.

Yakou observed Yuma carefully as he was seated. Concern all over his face as Yuma looked down.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good now that I take a closer look at you. You’re trembling a little too. I’ll see if I got a spare blanket.”

“N-No it’s okay... I’ll be fine if I just rest here for a little bit.” Yuma insisted looking back up at him.

“A little bit? Forget that! You’re burning up! You’re staying right here the rest of the day so I can keep my eye on you.” Yakou insisted even harder, purposely exaggerating the situation to make sure Yuma stays put.

“Huh? I couldn’t ask you to do that...” Yuma said.

“Too bad, you’re getting it anyway. I’m the chief and you’re the trainee. Far as I’m concerned my word is absolute.” Yakou said before scratching his head. “Or at least…it should be absolute.” he chuckled awkwardly.

He stood up. “Anyway, stay there. I’ll be right back.” He left Yuma alone as he went to the next room.

When he came back, he found a ‘blanket’ in the form of some extra sheets that were in the shower room and got some painkillers from the cabinet in the kitchen. He covered Yuma up and handed him the tablet medication with a glass of water to drink. Yuma took the medicine calmly, drinking the water to help it go down.

“Alright, I’ll try to make you something light to eat later, but for now I think you should take a nice long nap.” Yakou said looking down at Yuma who was now lying down under the covers with a damp cloth under his bangs.

“Thanks, Chief Yakou… I appreciate this.” Yuma said as he yawned. “I do feel pretty tired…”

Yakou just laughed. “Yeah. That's probably the painkillers. They usually knock me out like a light whenever I take ‘em when I have a headache from overnight work sessions or if I’m a bit hungover from drinking.”

“Chief, you should take better care of yourself…” Yuma said with both the intent of concern and to slightly tease him.

“Like you’re one to talk! You could fry a rice omelet on your forehead!” Yakou retorted back playfully.

Both of them laughed.

“But seriously, get some sleep Yuma.” Yakou said.

“Okay… Thank you again.” Yuma responded moving his body into a comfortable position closing his eyes and getting the most comfort he could from the sheets covering him.

“Hope you feel better soon.” Yakou said patting his back before getting up and turning off one of the lights before he goes back to his desk to sit down. Putting his cigarette out to not affect Yuma’s sleep.

At least he knew Yuma would avoid getting into any trouble for today.