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Endless Bouts	By : kokkeichan Category: +S to Z > s-CRY-ed/Scryed Views: 4036 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Endless Bouts
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Pairing: Kazu/Ryu� Ryu/Kazu
Disclaimer: Hehehehehe... HahahahahaHAHA!! I'm sorry. Just thinking what it would be like if I actually owned s.CRY.ed. (snorts softly)
A/N: And here's where the editing expands itself. I split the original chapter into two parts because it was ten pages and growing as I continued with the lemon� (hangs her head)

Chapter Three -- Lovers Share Everything
Cammie returned that evening, exhausted from the substitute teaching she was performing--children were so inquisitive--and ready to settle down, but she was immediately reminded of other situations at the sight of Kazuma sleeping at the kitchen table. Sighing, she hung up her coat and bag. Cammie squeaked in incredulity at the sight of the chicken bones stacked on the empty plate. "That belonged to me and Tachibana," she groaned, slipping off her shoes.
"He won't mind..." the rogue Alter grumbled. "He loves helping people."
"I thought you were asleep," the young woman gasped.
Kazuma snorted, "How can I? I'm actually worried about the stupid bastard." He ran his hands through his two-toned hair and sat up with a loud groan.
"He'll be fine," Cammie reassured him, smiling. "But I'll make him some soup. I'm sure he hasn't eaten?" She smiled to herself as the other's shoulders slumped and tucked a stray strand of her light hair behind her ear. Taking the plate from the table, along with the empty milk carton, she dumped the bones and box and placed the dish to the side of the sink; she then removed all seeds and the watermelon skin with a scrunched-up nose.
"Sorry... Can I help?" Kazuma mumbled, pushing the chair away from the table to stand.
"Mm-hmm. Check on Ryuhou and give him two more pills."
"The pain-killers?"
"No," Cammie said over her shoulder, hands buried in the water she was using to wash the dishes. "The vitamins. They're in the orange bottle."
Nodding, he left the kitchen and headed back down to the bedroom. Looking around, he wondered if Ryuhou wouldn't cope better if they were within the walls most familiar to them; walls that been destroyed and rebuilt numerous times. They had spent a good amount of time in this house also, but more memories lay within their own.
Kazuma trailed his right hand along the wall, the severe and plentiful scars visible because of the short-sleeved shirt he wore. He stalled behind the bedroom door, amber eye narrowed. Tachibana had managed to reform the arm itself, and to that, he would be thankful, but he couldn't wait five more days for him to return, and he really didn't want to be around when he returned either. He would tell Cammie in the morning.
Ryuhou opened his eyes slowly at the sound of the door and groaned, squinting against the light that seemed magnified.
"She's bringing you food," Kazuma muttered, slouching against the wall.
By "she", Ryuhou knew he meant Cammie: the rogue Alter user rarely remembered anyone's name unless he deemed him or her important. He managed a small smirk at that.
"How do you feel?" the brunet grumbled, now sorting through bottles. He popped the cap on the orange one and dumped out two pills. A glass of water from earlier sat on the table beside the bed.
"Better," Ryuhou said hoarsely, hoping his sarcasm was well-noticed, but considering who he talked to, he doubted it.
Kazuma got onto the bed, straddling his wrapped-tight lover, and held out the vitamins. Crimson orbs glared. "What?" he sighed. "Want me to force-feed you again?"
Ryuhou wished he could clobber the smug male above him, but forced himself to sit up, snatching the medication. He took each pill, a swig of water following. After placing the cup aside, they took the moment to enjoy the closeness without too much sickness ruining it. Kazuma's lips quirked upward suddenly and he leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands atop the bed.
"I brought the soup!" Cammie announced cheerfully. "Oh." She blushed, ducking her head.
"Thank you..." Ryuhou rasped, raising a hand to pat Kazuma on the head consolingly. The younger man growled and rolled onto the free side of the bed, glaring at the flushed girl.
Cammie quickly circled to Ryuhou's side, placing the tray over his covered lap. She took note of the faint scar running down the middle of the back of his hands as he reached for the spoon, and made a mental reminder to mention it to Tachibana. She bowed politely, then straightened up, leaving the boys to themselves.
Kazuma turned onto his stomach once the door closed, burying his face in the pillow. He inhaled deeply. Ryuhou slowly sipped at the soup, admitting that the warm liquid--the vitamins were also taking effect--helped soothe his burning throat. The silence that invaded the room was neither awkward nor companionable; it was neutral, and that was good enough for them.
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Kazuma didn't speak with the girl until the next morning, but she understood completely, so with a bag slung over his shoulder that contained everything Cammie had given him, and Ryuhou over the other, he slowly made his way back to their house. The distance between there and the place he'd just left wasn't great, but with such burdens, it took almost twenty-five minutes to complete a five-minute walk. The young man sighed, stirring up dust as he dragged his feet, and stared at the pale face partially hidden behind lengthy green tresses. 'Baka.'
Kazuma gave a half-hearted smirk and turned the last corner of the slightly decrepit block, viewing their house instantly. Upon arriving, he pushed open the door and kicked it shut behind him, heading to the bedroom. Kazuma dropped the bag first then placed all care in fixing his lover on the bed. He tucked stray green hair behind Ryuhou's ear with a soft grin then dropped onto the floor with a groan, leaning his head back against the mattress. "A cold... Tch..."
"Kazuma..."
"Aa? You're awake?"
"Why are you down there?" The younger male grinned and pushed himself up, flipping backward onto the bed. He had been gentle in his landing and turned to see weary crimson eyes and a weak smile directed at him. "Truly pathetic," Kazuma snickered, kicking off his shoes and tossing back the covers. He climbed in and Ryuhou rolled over, draping an arm over his lover's chest with a sigh. The Shell Bullet smirked and closed his eyes.
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"Kazu-kun!" Kanami pushed open the door to the small house, smiling brightly. A week had passed since the last visit from the Alter users and she had assumed everything was fine. "Kazu-kun! Ryuhou-san!" The girl removed her boots, snapping her tangerine-colored umbrella shut, and turned the corner, heading to the room the men shared. "Anyone?" Kanami pushed open the door and smiled at the sight of a healthy Ryuhou standing over the bed. "You are better."
"Aa." The former HOLY member stared at the girl, then back at the tumbled sheets. He wore a plain black shirt with his uniform slacks and stood barefoot.
"Where's Kazu-kun?" the young Alter mumbled, peering around the slightly disheveled room.
"Kanami..." a grainy, hoarse voice came. The sheets shifted and slid downward, revealing a sickly pale Kazuma. Kanami giggled, covering her mouth. The Shell Bullet clutched at his chest, trying to prevent a lung from flying free as he had a serious coughing fit. Ryuhou tilted his head with a smug smirk. "Kanami...!" Kazuma cried nasally.
"I'll get Tachibana," she announced.
"No! Not him... No... Kanami... Ugh.. Ryuhou!"
The older male placed a hand to Kazuma's shoulder, holding him steady as the other threw up into the bucket. The telepathic Alter child shared her sympathy with the boy, but backed out of the room to do as she had told. "He should be here shortly," she said before leaving. Kazuma's arm stretched feebly for her as his head remained buried in the container.
"She already left," Ryuhou sighed, putting a hand to the hot, cold, and clammy forehead.
Kazuma pushed himself away, falling back onto the bed, and kept his mouth open to breath. "Not Tachibana... Ryuhou, you have to protect me..."
The long-haired Alter snorted, taking a seat on the edge of their bed. "Protect you from Tachibana?"
"...Yes!"
"I'll try."
Kazuma kicked weakly at his lover. "You're... not taking me... serious--" His complaint was cut short by a powerful sneeze that sprayed mucus onto the pillow.
"Oh. That's just great, Kazuma." Ryuhou stood curtly, glaring at the sick man. "I hope Tachibana violates you." He turned deaf ears to the hoarse cries and pleas, leaving Kazuma alone in the room.
"I hate you!" the Shell Bullet shrieked, heaving a pillow at the door. He fell back onto the bed, wheezing and panting heavily at his overexertion. He whimpered, hand to his head, and buried his face in the sweat-drenched pillow. "Ahh! No!" It wasn't sweat. He shot up, gasping sharply for air as he realized he'd thrown his clean pillow.
As much as Ryuhou thought Kazuma needed the punishment, Tachibana could get a little over-emotional at times. His crimson eyes narrowed. There was also a sneaky suspicion that the other former HOLY member thought of Kazuma as more than just "another patient". 'That's just Kazuma's personality at work,' Ryuhou told himself, tying back his trimmed hair. He headed into the kitchen and had just poured himself a glass of water when the door flew open. "It helps if you knock," he scoffed.
The purple-haired Alter user stopped his rushing and glanced behind him. "Ryuhou. Kanami-chan told me Kazuma was sick."
"And neither she or Cammie told you I was also sick?"
"You seem healthy enough," Tachibana mumbled. He smiled nervously as the glass in Ryuhou's hand was altered and decided to find his patient before he needed treatment. The young man darted around the corner, coat flying behind him. Ryuhou waved his hand, the knife-like armor disappearing, and followed.
"No... Leave me alone!" Kazuma had backed himself up against the headboard, kicking helplessly at the cheerfully grinning Alter user trying to take his temperature. He spotted his lover at the doorway. "Ryuhou, thank God... Send him away!"
Ryuhou scoffed, crossing his arm and leaning against the wooden frame. "You need treatment. Maybe it'll speed up your recovery. Then I won't have to baby you back to health."
"Bastard! After all I did for you!"
'All you did... for me�'
Kazuma coughed harshly, pounding his arms into the bed. "Ow..." he hissed, throat burning. Tachibana slipped the thermometer into the open mouth and waited. Kazuma whined and surrendered, but not before formulating a way to indirectly pass his cold onto Tachibana. He smirked around the hard plastic object tucked under his tongue, then started coughing, his chest burning this time.
The purple-haired youth placed a hand to Kazuma's forehead, wary of the other who stood just a few yards away. "Don't touch me," the auburn-haired Alter wheezed, trying to salvage some form of dignity.
Ryuhou shook his head with a scoff, "Simple baka."
"Ryuhou...!" Kazuma wailed. "This is all your fault!" He spat the thermometer out and crossed his arms, childishly tucking his chin against his chest with a scowl. Tachibana sighed and could only tell himself it would be over soon--hopefully.
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