Shugo Chara- Sick Day 5

Their lips parted and Ikuto stared cautiously at Amu. She stared at his face, looking for some kind of answer, trying to stare through him to see if an answer could be found anywhere. She subconciously lifted her hand up towards his face and glared at him, utterly embarassed. He knew what was coming next but he did not flinch, he just stared down at her, waiting. Amu's hand shook as she held it up and she bit her lip in disgust. She knew she couldn't hit him because she secretly liked the kiss and she regretted that feeling with all of her being. Her hand dropped to her side and she glanced away from him. "Why did you do that..." she questioned softly. "It's as the legend goes.." he began, his voice unwavering. She reluctantly turned her head and looked back at him. "It's said that if you kiss someone that is sick then the sickness will be transferred." He continued, nonchalantly. Amu stared at the ground for a moment, trying to process what he meant. "So, he wants me to get better? So much so that he would try and take my pain and make it his?" she wondered, perplexed and breath taken. "Y-you're such an idiot Ikuto." She blurted, crossing her arms. "It's just a dumb legend you know..." He grinned at her and took a deep breath. "It was worth a try..." he breathed, closing his eyes and staggering forward. Amu placed her hands on his shoulders and held him in place. "I-ikuto! are you alright?" she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down so her father didn't wake up. His breathing became shallow and he spoke between short gasps "I just need...to rest..." Amu started to worry. Ikuto didn't look very good and she didn't know what she could do to help him at this point. He started drifting in and out of conciousness and his weight was too much for Amu to handle. She fell back on her butt and tried to hold herself in a sitting position while Ikuto's limp body draped over her. She scrambled to stand up and move out of the way, just in case her fall woke her father. She dragged Ikuto towards the stairs gently and quietly and placed him on the ground. She stood up and cracked her back, "He's wayyy to heavy for me..." she exclaimed in her head. She happened to glance at the clock and freaked out. "Mama is coming home soon! She'll find out about Ikuto!" she whispered, running frantically to the kitchen. She ripped the drawers open and grabbed out a dish towel. She ran it under the cold water in the sink and wrung it out as fast as possible. Amu sprinted out of the kitchen and slid her way over to Ikuto, blotting his face with the wet towel. "Ikuto, you need to get up, just for a little while. Mama is coming home soon and she'll see you!" she hurried, lightly slapping his cheeks. She almost cried when he didn't respond. "Please Ikuto, wake up!" she pleaded, grabbing on to his shirt tightly. He groaned and stood up slowly leaning against her for support. She felt his forehead and frowned when she felt the overly warm temperature of his skin. She slowly guided him up the stairs and led him over to the bed. He crawled in and curled up into a ball, trying to keep warm. Amu ran back out of her room and locked the door shut, sliding to the floor with a sigh of relief.