A/N: I know, the last thing I need is another story, right? Well, I'm trying to get in the habit of writing fanfiction daily, and I figured a drabble series was the easiest way to start. I was considering either doing one here, in xxxHolic, or in Loveless, but I settled on Nabari no Ou since it needs more fanfiction. I swear to try my best to upload everyday. There will be a hundred drabbles.

There is some debate as to whether a drabble is a fic of exactly a hundred words, or merely a fic under a thousand words. I really don't give a damn, so my definition is "whatever amount of fanfiction I can fit onto no more than two pages of my composition book per theme". I'm not using any particular fanfiction prompt table, rather a mixture of several and my own improvisation.

Most of these drabbles will be centered around Yoite, because he inspires me the most, but I may dally. Also, expect an un-proportionate amount of Yukimi, because he's my favorite character. But I promise there will plenty of Miharu too, no worries.

Some of these drabbles will connect with other drabbles. Some will stand alone. I will try to indicate if a drabble is part of a series. Also, expect some to be AU. (That's rather unavoidable.) And don't expect these drabbles to be in consecutive order. There will be an over-arching premise, (Yoite's last hundred days), but the drabbles themselves do not each represent one of those days, they will be hopping all over the place.

If you have a theme you'd like me to use, please offer it up! I'll be sure to give you props for it.

Without further ado, here we go... (I'll try to keep Author Notes to a minimum in the future.)

001: DISEASE (1/3)

It hadn't been Yoite's idea. He'd been quite content to stand over the kitchen sink and try to wash the blood out of his gloves. The cloth was brown and blood dried brown, so it didn't really matter much. But it gave him a good reason not to look at Yukimi.

He'd been the one to call Kazuho and interrupt Yoite's washing. The two blondes had hovered over him, the sister taking his temperature and pressing a stethoscope against his chest while Yukimi waited with arms folded, trying to look aloof.

Now, the siblings hung back, murmuring in the living room. Yoite reached out with a discolored hand to turn off the water, straining his ears to listen.

"...hard to say... decades since the last Kira user..."

"...how long?"

"...tough, but... maybe four months if..."

Yoite picked up his wet gloves, wringing them into the sink. He decided not to tell them that he'd actually started coughing up blood two weeks ago.