The Flu
It seemed as though the snowstorm had been the last spite of winter
before spring decided to take over with a vengence. As it was,
temperature had risen up considerably, giving a good idea of what summer
had in store for Tokyo. The cherry trees were in full blossom, the birds
were chirping happilly and all that sort of things. However, things
weren’t going as well for one Mizuno Ami. Indeed, the ice senshi, of all
people, was stuck in bed with a very bad cold and a high fever.
Now, being stuck in bed wasn’t such a bad thing, provided she could at
least read a good book, that is. Even a simple article would do.
Something like, oh, at random, ‘The Entropy of the Muon in a Magnetic
Field’, ‘The Complete Encyclopedia On Human Anatomy’ or ‘The belly dance
in ten lessons (Illustrated, DVD included)’. But nooooo!!! Even this
simple pleasure was denied to her. She had the worst headache of her
life. Under this circumstance, even the Archimedes’s law was a galactic
mistery for her. Watery, bloodshot eyes and overstuffed nose didn’t help
in the least.
Wallowing in her own private abyss of misery, she heard the familiar
buzz of the door bell, then her mother talking to someone. Quick
footsteps followed before the door of her bedroom literally exploded
under the vigorous assault of one Nurse Minako Aino. Ami just had the
time to cover from the rain of wooden shrappnels behind her bed after
having stuck a military helmet on her head. A genius should always be
ready for everything...
“Do not fear, Ami-chan!” Exclaimed the senshi of love. “For Nurse Mina
is back from her torrid love nest where the hottest, sexiest succubus in
the whole world lives, just for you! Yes, you heard me right! Right now
my heart is torn between the spell of lust she cast upon me and my
honor-bound duty to you, my friend!” Her eyes became glazed. “Bound...?”
She shook her head. “No! I have to resist! I shall stand by you in this
difficult time!”
Pure, unaldutered terror gripped Ami’s heart. “Nonononononononooooo!
It’s nothing, just a little flu! Don’t mind me!” Sadly, her raucous
flu-induced voice wasn’t really convincing.
Mina strode over her, casually snatched the helmet and tossed it away,
she then lifted Ami by the waist band of her pajama before throwing her
back in her bed. “Nonsense, Ami-chan. Awful little youmas’re assaulting
your body. Our motto’s always been ‘one for all and none for us!’ and as
the leader of the senshis, my responsability is double. I couldn’t live
with myself is something happened to you!” By then, Minako had tears
welling in her eyes.
Ami sweat dropped.
Then she sneezed.
“But Mina-chan, my mother’s there and last time I checked, she was still
a doctor...” She said miserably as Mina set to tuck her under the
blankets. In fact, to Ami, it felt like the senshi of love was trying to
bury her under the blankets.
“Oh, about that, she said she had an important meeting she couldn’t put
off. Actually, she was the one calling me to ask if I could take care of
you.”
“My mother called you?” Ami asked faintly.
“Actually, she called Rei. But does that make any difference now that
she and I have united soul and body for everlasting love-filled lives?”
Ami groaned and sneezed once again.
Minako frowned. “You have a sore throat, it must hurt, you shouldn’t try
to speak.” Her face suddenly brightened considerably. “I know just what
you need! A grog!”
“A what?!?”
“Y’know! Hot wine, lemon, honey and some other stuff. My mother used to
make me drink some each time I was sick when I was a kid!” She jumped to
her feet and ran to the kitchen.
The young genius was so firmly tucked in that she was helpless to
prevent Minako from doing whatever she was doing. She heard noises of
clattering dishes, cups meeting their fate, small alarmed cries. She was
dozzing off when the blonde finally came back, two hours later or so.
She had small cuts and burns everywhere, but she was proudly holding a
full jug of a strange dark red liquid. She gently helped the sleepy
genius in a sitting position.
Not fully awake, Ami smiled at the delightful smell while Minako helped
her drinking it all. The taste was sweet and deliciously perfumed and it
soothed her painful throat. “That’s nice, I didn’t know Mina could...”
Her eyes shot wide open. “Mmmmrdjko?” She tried to say before choking on
the grog she was still drinking. She jerked away while Minako patted her
back worriedly.
Once she recovered, Ami asked her. “What was that stuff you made me
drink?” Her head was already spinning.
“I told you, a grog...”
Ami stared blankly at her, slowly remembering what it was made of, then
she turned her head, her gaze falling on the medecine pills her mother
had given her on the nightable, then back to Minako. “Oh shit!” Was her
last coherent thought before her world became a colourful blur...
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Ami stirred. Her head was pounding like a giant Japanese drum. She
didn’t really feel like waking up, but something prevented her from
falling asleep again. Feeling a presence by her side, she slowly turned
her head and was met by the sight of a young brown-haired goddess sitten
in an uncomfortable chair by the bed. The goddess smiled warmly, reached
out and stroked a few sweaty strands of hair away from Ami’s face.
“How are you feeling?” She asked her softly.
“Mako?” Ami croaked out. “What happened...?”
Makoto looked a bit uneasy. “Well... Remember the grog, Mina-chan made?
After you drank it all, you became rather... huu, delirious... So much
that Mina-chan panicked and called Rei-chan, who called me in turn...”
The blue-haired girl absorbed the news. No wonder Minako was so hyper if
she was regularly given this kind of treatment! Finally, she asked,
quite worriedly. “And what... did I say?”
Makoto blushed brightly and looked at the ceiling. “Err... you see...
When Rei and I arrived, you were in the middle of a... <cough>
<cough>”
“Makoto... Mako-chan, what did you say?” The threat in her tone was more
than clear.
Makoto sighed. If not her, Rei or Minako would certainly tell her...
“Ahem... you were kindda doing a... strip-
teaseonaMarilynMansonsongandyouweretearingyourpajamasapart...”
Funny how fog could suddenly appear in Tokyo.
Makoto took some time to compose herself. The mere thought of the whole
ordeal sent multiple chivers down her spine. “... Hum... as soon as you
saw me, you came and pushed me on the couch and err... lap-danced while
telling me how much you loved me...” Both girl’s blushes were so bright
that some people on the street thought they had ended up in the
red-light district. “You really have beautiful legs, by the way...”
Makoto finished rather lamely. ‘Damn! Why the hell did I say that? I had
a nice speach all ready...! Niiiice legs, though, among other things...’
“I was doing a strip-tease? And you were there?” Ami’s voice was
incredulous.
“Err, and Rei and Mina too...” Makoto inwardly beat herself up, why did
she keep saying stupid things? Ami was probably mortified as hell and
there she was, remembering her of petty details...
“Hum, right...”
“And did you enjoy it?”
The last question threw Makoto for a loop. She stared at Ami like she
had grown another head or something until she saw the little smile
tugging at the young genius lips. She answered with a grin of her own
while enthusiasticaly nodding her head. She got back up and leaned in
close to Ami’s face. “A lot... Let me show you how much...”
She slowly leaned closer, tilting her head slightly and closing her
eyes. Ami felt a surge of elation when she realized Makoto, the woman
she was madly in love with, was about to kiss her. She closed her own
eyes in anticipation and... sneezed, head-butting the taller girl in the
process.
“OWWW!!!” They both howled, clutching their respective forehead.
“Oh Mako-chan! I’m so sorry!” She felt tears forming.
“No worries, Ami, no worries... Things like that happen all the time...”
She was still rubbing her forehead, a bruise slowly appearing.
“Really?” Ami sounded quite dubious.
“Really!” Makoto confirmed with confidence. “You can’t imagine the
number of times I’ve head-butted my ex-boyfriends.”
An eerie silence fell between them.
“Hum, good... I guess... Maybe we should improve our technic though...”
Stated Ami rather matter-of-factly. She looked around, suddenly
remembering something.
“You said Rei came too, didn’t you? Where is she? And Minako? Did they
go back to the Hikawa shrine?” It was maybe too late, but she wanted to
make sure that nothing that had happened here would transpire. She still
had a reputation to protect, after all.
Makoto slapped her forehead, wincing a bit after doing so. “I completely
forgot about them! Last time I saw them, Rei was scolding Minako for
videotaping you and they took off to clean the kitchen.”
Ami paled. “Video... tape?” She asked in a strangled voice. She
struggled to get out of the bed. “Must find them! Help me!”
As she stumbled on her wobbly legs, Makoto quickly picked her up and
they made their way to the kitchen. Ami opened the kitchen door and they
entered... to get out and slam the door shut almost immediately after,
breathing heavily. More people got lost in the wrong part of the city.
“Was Mina-chan tied to the table? Covered with chocolate?” Makoto asked
rethorically after finding back her voice. Her hold on the young woman
in her arms increased. The feel of the soft, warm skin pressed against
her own, coupled to the vision of her two other friends in the kitchen
caused her to have a severe nosebleed. That was the last straw.
“I think they need more time for... the cleaning...” Ami answered,
stuffing Makoto’s nostrils with tissue. “What was Rei doing with the...”
“Fresh air, need fresh air!”
Still carrying Ami, Makoto walked to the window, stepped on the balcony
and sat herself on one of the lounge chairs, the young genius in her
lap. She took a long, calming breath. Aaahhh, better...
Ami made herself a bit more comfortable. “You seem to have got fairly
used to me sitting in your lap...”
Makoto chuckled. “You were so incredible, Ami-chan, would you mind if I
called you ‘my little frog’?”
Ami sweatdropped, wondering where that came from and if Makoto wasn’t a
bit too fond of French cuisine... That or she had finally lost it. As
far as she was concerned, the French kiss was more than enough when it
came to foreign importations. She just hoped Makoto would never come up
with ‘my slimey little snail’ as a pet name.
Makoto gazzed longingly in the two ocean pools that she adored so much,
she slipped a hand on the back of Ami’s hand and leaned in. This time,
no sudden sneezing interrupted this all important moment. The kiss was
everything they had dreamed about. Sweet, gentle, warm, stirring. Soon
enough, passion took over and it became fierce, hungry, demanding,
breathtaking. Ami’s brain was litterally floating in an ocean of
endorphine and adrenaline. However, it managed to come up with a
revolutionary equation before it drowned happily:
0??[K x L] exp[S x N] = B x mg²t
for K = kiss (mmrrraow!)
L = lust S = stuffy
N = nose
B = blackout
m = mass g = gravitational acceleration (m/s)
t = time (sec)
In other words, that the dizziness she was feeling wasn’t probably all
induced by the new feelings raging inside of her, but that serious lack
of oxygen was certainly a primary factor too.
Luckily, Makoto finally realised that her girlfriend’s face was turning
as blue as her hair and promptly released her. “Oh! I’m sorry! I
completely forgot about your flu!”
Makoto wrapped her arms tightly around the young genius as she was
recovering her breath. The sky was free of clouds and the stars
exceptionally bright.
“Oh! Look! A falling star! Make a wish!” Makoto whispered.
A deep, warm silence engulfed them again as they both made their wish.
They both knew each other’s wish. Ami snuggled deeper in her lover’s
embrace, sighing contentedly and occasionaly sniffling.
Makoto reluctantly broke the intimacy of the moment. “Hum... Ami?”
“Yes?” The genius answered in a contented yawn.
“Does it still work when you realize the star was a plane?”
Ami smiled knowingly. She was about to pull an Usagi for once. Actually,
she could almost hear the princess saying it. “As long as it comes from
your heart, Mako-chan, as long as it comes from your heart...”
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Ami’s mom sighed wearily as the doors of the elevator opened with the
traditional ‘DING’. The meeting had lasted longer than expected, and
then, on her way back home, strange men kept whistling at her and
checking her out. She didn’t mind the attention, but these guys were WAY
too weird.
Strange, this suburb had the reputation to be a quiet and upscale one,
though.
She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t noticed the thugs
waiting in the hall until she almost bumped in them. “Oh dear! I’m
sorry! I didn’t see you...” She looked at them more closely, they were
all wearing black suits and black coats. “I don’t remember having ever
met you, are you new neighbours?”
The closest to her smirked, revealing a golden tooth. “Yeah, something
like that, pretty lady. Are you the owner?” he asked, pointing at her
flat door.
“Hum, yes, can I help you...?” She was beginning to have a bad feeling.
They surrounded her. “Ahh, I see you’re really new, don’t know the rules
yet, he? Well, in that case, our boss sent us to welcome you in the
business and wish you good luck. He said that he’d be glad to ensure
your security too...” The guy drawled before handing her a card. “I’ll
be back by the end of the week, we take 10 %...” He looked her over one
last time before leaving with his friends.
A hand on her door handle, she watched them leave, utterly confused.
“What the...?”
The end
A.N: Funny how sometimes a fic stays blocked at one point for weeks, and
then, suddenly, you are able to finish it in just one feverish
evening...
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