Not the NaNo - Prompt #1 Sick
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not_hathorNovember 1, 2009 – Prompt: Sick
It seemed obvious in retrospect that they should have paid more attention to the first warning symptoms: slight cough, general listlessness, a somewhat dazed expression. But then, this WAS Bakura-kun, whose habitual response to queries regarding his health and general lack of attention to his surroundings was an embarrassed, 'Sorry, sorry.... I guess I just spaced out for a moment; I'm fine. Really!' Yuugi consulted the Spirit of the Sennen Puzzle, who assured the -tachi that their friend's behavior was NOT induced by malevolent mind control or the magiks of ancient Egyptian sorcery; it must be some malady of modern origin.
“I'm FINE, Honda-kun,” Bakura insisted.
“Uh huh.” Honda was dubious, but then he was a little more aware of recent happenings in the soft-spoken Brit's life during the weeks since Battle City than most of their classmates. “Says the guy who took an unexpected midnight swim in Domino Harbor last month...”
Bakura sighed. “Hiroto.”
“...and needed a boatload of anti-this and anti-that shots to counteract any nasty bacteria that you might have swallowed along with half the harbor that me and Kaiba's flunky had ta pressure outta the both of you...”
Five miles away in a Kaiba Tower elevator, Isono-san suddenly sneezed; Bakura grimaced at the memory and absently rubbed his upper arm. “It was merely a precaution; completely understandable, under the circumstances.”
“Hmmm, and what about those circumstances, Ryou? You getting caught in the crossfire between Kaiba and one of his disgruntled employees ... Is that what's going on? Why you've been so distracted lately; is Kaiba causing you trouble,Ry?”
“Now you sound like Jounouchi,” Bakura scolded lightly. “Honestly, Honda-kun!”
Honda let the subject drop, but resolved to quietly keep an eye on both his friend and their occasional nemesis/sometime ally, the teen CEO of Kaiba Corp. He was all but certain now that Kaiba was at the very least indirectly involved in most of Bakura's recent troubles; but he had to be one hundred percent sure. Otherwise, the consequences could be ....
Three days later Bakura collapsed during Kendo Club coughing uncontrollably, unable to catch his breath and was rushed to the hospital. The phone call from Mokuba Kaiba, who'd been Bakura's sparring partner at practice and was accompanying the older youth to the Domino Hospital's ER, set a jolt of dread down the dark-haired teen's spine.
“The doctor thinks it's pneumonia.... Honda, can you tell Yuugi and the others? And.... “ Mokuba's voice broke slightly. “Honda? Do you know how to get a hold of Bakura's family? It's.... really bad.”
It seemed obvious in retrospect that they should have paid more attention to the first warning symptoms: slight cough, general listlessness, a somewhat dazed expression. But then, this WAS Bakura-kun, whose habitual response to queries regarding his health and general lack of attention to his surroundings was an embarrassed, 'Sorry, sorry.... I guess I just spaced out for a moment; I'm fine. Really!' Yuugi consulted the Spirit of the Sennen Puzzle, who assured the -tachi that their friend's behavior was NOT induced by malevolent mind control or the magiks of ancient Egyptian sorcery; it must be some malady of modern origin.
“I'm FINE, Honda-kun,” Bakura insisted.
“Uh huh.” Honda was dubious, but then he was a little more aware of recent happenings in the soft-spoken Brit's life during the weeks since Battle City than most of their classmates. “Says the guy who took an unexpected midnight swim in Domino Harbor last month...”
Bakura sighed. “Hiroto.”
“...and needed a boatload of anti-this and anti-that shots to counteract any nasty bacteria that you might have swallowed along with half the harbor that me and Kaiba's flunky had ta pressure outta the both of you...”
Five miles away in a Kaiba Tower elevator, Isono-san suddenly sneezed; Bakura grimaced at the memory and absently rubbed his upper arm. “It was merely a precaution; completely understandable, under the circumstances.”
“Hmmm, and what about those circumstances, Ryou? You getting caught in the crossfire between Kaiba and one of his disgruntled employees ... Is that what's going on? Why you've been so distracted lately; is Kaiba causing you trouble,Ry?”
“Now you sound like Jounouchi,” Bakura scolded lightly. “Honestly, Honda-kun!”
Honda let the subject drop, but resolved to quietly keep an eye on both his friend and their occasional nemesis/sometime ally, the teen CEO of Kaiba Corp. He was all but certain now that Kaiba was at the very least indirectly involved in most of Bakura's recent troubles; but he had to be one hundred percent sure. Otherwise, the consequences could be ....
Three days later Bakura collapsed during Kendo Club coughing uncontrollably, unable to catch his breath and was rushed to the hospital. The phone call from Mokuba Kaiba, who'd been Bakura's sparring partner at practice and was accompanying the older youth to the Domino Hospital's ER, set a jolt of dread down the dark-haired teen's spine.
“The doctor thinks it's pneumonia.... Honda, can you tell Yuugi and the others? And.... “ Mokuba's voice broke slightly. “Honda? Do you know how to get a hold of Bakura's family? It's.... really bad.”
