When Kanda Gets Sick

Chapter One

It was pretty easy to remember how it started, Kanda had always thought, simply because he could never imagine what it was like until then.

Yu Kanda, the youngest adopted son of artist: Froi Tiedoll, had never been sick before in his life. Not a cough, a sniffle, or a fever to speak of. He had never experienced that type of harm to his body, and because of that, he never really understood what his older brothers went through when they got sick. All he knew was that it wasn't pleasant, and he took good care of himself to make sure he never felt it.

Staying active, eating healthy, taking vitamins, just doing things to help him stay at the best of his ability. If he got cut, he'd tend to it. If someone else was sick, he was careful to not stay near them too long. It wasn't a phobia, no. Kanda just never liked the idea of someone having to tend to him while he recuperated. He had a doting father, which was bad enough on its own. But then there was Daisya, the second-eldest, who'd never let him live it down, and use every minute to torture him. The eldest brother, Marie, was much more understanding, but then Kanda would have to deal with his friends worrying about him. And that wasn't a welcoming thought.

He was eighteen, a senior in high school. It was May, meaning his brothers were home for the summer, away from college, and there were no more Kendo tournaments for Kanda to attend. This time of the year was supposed to be a time of just kicking back, finishing the year right, and just getting in some peace and quiet, like it had been for three years now.

Supposed to be.

First period, Kanda came into class with a headache. He didn't think much of it, especially since he had class with Lavi. He was a rather annoying rabbit with ADHD, and a clever one at that. He took pleasure in making Kanda's mornings hell, so the Asian male quickly became accustomed to getting a headache before walking in.

"Yuu-chan!" Lavi yelled as he entered.

Too loud, Kanda couldn't help but think. The red-head was loud before, but they were on opposite ends of the room. He shouldn't be resisting the urge to cringe from being so far away.

Kanda's thought process was quickly interrupted, as the red-head took the time to run to the other end of the room and hug, beginning to nag him about hanging out on weekends more, or something like that. But Kanda didn't register his words. Not only was Lavi's voice worsening his headache, but the hug made Kanda painfully aware of the fact he was sore. To the point he didn't want to move.

But that meant staying in the stupid hug. "Baka Usagi, let go!" He barked at Lavi, moving out of his grip before moving to his seat. Unconsciously, he touched his throat. It normally took a few hours before the yelling started to hurt his throat.

Moving through classes was just dreadful. Kanda had to rub his eyes multiple times just to help him see the board right, and even then he felt unfocused. He was tired also, making it considerably more difficult to pay attention. In between said classes, he went to the nearest water fountain, and the drink could only last him a few minutes before his throat started aching again.

The real hit to the face happened in German class, right before lunch. Kanda had taken his seat in the back, but he wasn't remotely aware of the fact he had nodded off until the bell rang. First off, Kanda didn't feel like moving; or eating, for that matter. And then of course, there was the desire to return to his nap. Fed up with not knowing what was going on, he went up to Miss Lotto before she could pack up and leave.

"Oh! Hello, Kanda. What can I do you for?" She asked, smiling.

"A pass to the nurse's office." He informed her, his voice dying out as he reached the end of the sentence. Miss Lotto only nodded, writing him the pass before sending him on his way.

As he walked, Kanda found himself glaring at the floor. No, he didn't want to go to the nurse's office. But he'd much rather walk himself there, rather than have one of his classmates carry him at realizing he was asleep during the lecture for the first time in history. He also went down for the sake of either A: reassuring himself that he was fine, or B: confirming he was sick.

With that buzzing through his head, Kanda knocked on Nurse Matron's door. "Come in." Her voice rang. Kanda did so, in spite of not liking the old woman. However, seeing her shocked expression when he walked in did add a plus to his day. She blinked a few times at first, but she soon moved towards him; shutting the door and leading him to one of the beds. "To what do I owe the rare pleasure of seeing you, Mr. Kanda?" She asked in an authoritative manner.

"That's what I came to find out." He answered, his voice cracking.

The sound of Kanda's strong voice having been reduced to something that pitiful made the nurse stand a little straighter. The first thing she grabbed was the thermometer, before moving to put it in her patient's ear. At hearing the beep, she removed the device, read the numbers, then looked at Kanda with a strict face and said: "You're going home."

The ebony didn't have to ask why, nor did he argue much with the nurse's decision. As much as Kanda hated the idea of being sick, he undeniably was, and he was just too tired to make it through the rest of school.

With much disdain, Kanda asked the nurse to call his father so he could come pick him up, while the ebony went to get his things from his locker. Although surprised at the lack of an argument, the nurse nodded and let Kanda leave.

He went to his locker, packed his bag with whatever he needed, and put his jacket on before slamming the door shut. He returned to the nurse's office, placing his bag on the floor before lying down on one of the beds. May as well nap until the old man showed up.

Well, here's a new one. I think it'll be interesting to look at a sick fic from this angle. Hope you liked it.

~ K. Fang-sama