Histories Linked
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kiterieIf you're not into Naruto fanfiction don't bother reading. Also future stories for this may contain yaoi.
Title: Histories Linked part 3 in the KoIzu chain
Pairing: KoIzu
Summary: Izumo’s sick and Kotetsu’s worried but has it all happened before?
Disclaimer: I quite obviously don't own Naruto.
Dedicated to: Durgas (art trade)
Thank you to my beta: morgainedeshone
Fingers brushed through his hair and Izumo whined then snuggled a little closer to Kotetsu on the couch. His head felt like it was going to explode and every time he moved or opened his eyes he wanted to scream. It hurt so bad and even though Ko had made him take stuff for it, it didn’t help. He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. Crying made it worse but he couldn’t help it.
“Shh... it’ll be okay Izumo. My mom will be home soon and she’ll make you feel better, I promise,” Kotetsu whispered, hugging him tighter.
They laid there for what seemed like forever before Izumo heard the front door open and Kotetsu pulled away. He whined again and clutched at his friends shirt. It wasn’t that the whispering or the petting of his hair made his head hurt less but it was comforting especially since he really wanted his parents right then.
“I’ll be right back,” Kotetsu whispered, unfurling Izumo’s fingers from his shirt.
“Oh so you boys really are here?” The voice was melodic and definitely female.
“Yeah, Mom, Izumo’s head hurts really bad. I don’t know what to do...” His voice held a worried whine. “And now he’s got a fever and... and... it’s all my fault...” Kotetsu words wavered and then broke off into sobs.
“Shh... I’m sure that’s not true. Come on let’s go see what we can do.”
The soft pat of bare feet against wood sounded in the hall and even as they approached, Izumo didn’t open his eyes or uncurl from the tight little ball he’d unconsciously drawn himself up into.
“Izumo-kun...” The woman cooed softly. “I need you to sit up for me.”
The idea of moving even a little was even painful, like his brain was protesting the suggestion of it entirely. “I don’t want to... it hurts...”
“I promise I can make it stop hurting if you do.”
“She really can,” Kotetsu assured, sniffling.
Izumo whimpered but pushed his hands under him and forced himself up, the motion itself was dizzying and he wasn’t even halfway up when his stomach inverted itself and he threw up all over again. He started crying in earnest both because it made his head hurt that much more and because of the embarrassment it caused. Rational or not when it was a prank to get out of school it had been different.
“Ko-chan go get some rags and some soapy water.”
Sniffling, Izumo hung his head, still refusing to actually open his eyes, and knowing it would hurt if he did.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it hurts to open your eyes doesn’t it?” she asked softly.
His chest shuddered slightly as he tried to suppress the tears. “Mmhm...”
Hagane-san brushed her fingers through his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “I need you to open them for a moment and tell me if you see sparkles or dark spots. You just have to do it long enough to do that for me and then you can close them again okay?”
Swallowing, Izumo forced his eyes open. It was harder than he’d realized and hurt as much as he knew it would. Black hair and black eyes swam into view for a moment but he couldn’t get his eyes to focus and closed them. Even after he closed his eyes Izumo could still see the blobs and sparkles she’d mentioned floating behind his eyelids. “Am I going blind?”
Stroking his hair, Hagane-san chuckled. “No, you’ll be fine you just have a migraine. Izumi-chan used to get them too.”
“You--” he sniffed and his voice shook, “--know my mom?” As long as he didn’t move he could almost pretend it didn’t hurt, but every time sniffed it felt like his brain was on fire.
She laughed again. “Mmhm, she was my best friend when we were your age right up until you and Ko were about a year old. Your mom got migraines a lot and I know a magic trick to make them go away.”
The steady pad of feet and sloshing of water gave away Kotetsu’s arrival. “So it’s not my fault?”
“Of course not, more than likely it was just poor timing.”
A wet rag was wiped over Izumo’s hands and face then down the front of his shirt. The cool water against his skin felt nice and at the same time made him realize how hot he felt. He wanted to lay back down and not get up again but when he shifted to do so he felt Kotetsu’s hands grab his shoulders, steadying him and keeping sitting up.
“Izumo-kun I need you to hold as still as possible while I do what I need to, to make your head stop hurting.” Her hands slid along his arms and she pushed the fabric up to his elbows.
Izumo did what he was told, although he felt like he was swaying slightly despite his best attempts to remain upright and still. He felt her fingers wrapped around one wrist and a moment later a needle pricked his skin. It surprised him but it was nothing compared to the pounding in his head so he held still. Several more were inserted and then his pant legs were pushed up as high as they would go and the same thing was done to his legs. He could feel them standing out against his skin and wondered how he looked right then. The needles were twisted and slowly the aching in his skull ebbed until it was no worse than a headache caused by crying for too long.
“You’re still running a fever so Kotetsu is going to go get you some water and some medicine to bring it down.” Hagane-san spoke softly as she removed each of the long needles.
Kotetsu released his shoulders and the weight beside him on the couch shifted. He was still a little afraid to open his eyes, the overwhelming fear that despite what she’d said he’d be blind. “Thank you, Hagane-san.”
“You can open your eyes now little one,” she chuckled. “And please, Kotone is fine.”
Taking a deep breath, he held it for a moment, then opened his eyes. His vision was still a little off but it was already better. Izumo let out the breath he’d been holding. He watched her lay each of the needles out on a scroll and then seal them into it before tucking it away. “Why aren’t you and my mom friends anymore?”
“I am still her friend, Izumi-chan and I will always be friends just as I’m sure you and Ko-chan will be.” She smiled and pulled his pant legs back down. “Our paths simply took different directions for awhile, somehow they appear to be crossing again. Speaking of which you are staying here until they return. I’ll let whoever has been looking after you know but there is no reason for you not to be within my reach if you’re having migraines.” Kotone chuckled and stood up. “There’s no reason for you not to even if you weren’t.”
“REALLY! He can stay here!” Kotetsu crowed as he came back into the room.
Izumo winced slightly at the over-excited yelling. “Ow.”
Ducking his head Kotetsu held the water and the asprin out. “Sorry.”
Kotone patted her son on his head. “Mmhm... he needs to get some rest so why don’t you take him to your room and get him something to change into so he can sleep.”
Even though his head still hurt and he felt kind of miserable otherwise, Izumo smiled. He didn’t like staying by himself with just the downstairs landlady there. Even sick, staying with Kotetsu would the best thing ever.
Title: Histories Linked part 3 in the KoIzu chain
Pairing: KoIzu
Summary: Izumo’s sick and Kotetsu’s worried but has it all happened before?
Disclaimer: I quite obviously don't own Naruto.
Dedicated to: Durgas (art trade)
Thank you to my beta: morgainedeshone
Fingers brushed through his hair and Izumo whined then snuggled a little closer to Kotetsu on the couch. His head felt like it was going to explode and every time he moved or opened his eyes he wanted to scream. It hurt so bad and even though Ko had made him take stuff for it, it didn’t help. He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. Crying made it worse but he couldn’t help it.
“Shh... it’ll be okay Izumo. My mom will be home soon and she’ll make you feel better, I promise,” Kotetsu whispered, hugging him tighter.
They laid there for what seemed like forever before Izumo heard the front door open and Kotetsu pulled away. He whined again and clutched at his friends shirt. It wasn’t that the whispering or the petting of his hair made his head hurt less but it was comforting especially since he really wanted his parents right then.
“I’ll be right back,” Kotetsu whispered, unfurling Izumo’s fingers from his shirt.
“Oh so you boys really are here?” The voice was melodic and definitely female.
“Yeah, Mom, Izumo’s head hurts really bad. I don’t know what to do...” His voice held a worried whine. “And now he’s got a fever and... and... it’s all my fault...” Kotetsu words wavered and then broke off into sobs.
“Shh... I’m sure that’s not true. Come on let’s go see what we can do.”
The soft pat of bare feet against wood sounded in the hall and even as they approached, Izumo didn’t open his eyes or uncurl from the tight little ball he’d unconsciously drawn himself up into.
“Izumo-kun...” The woman cooed softly. “I need you to sit up for me.”
The idea of moving even a little was even painful, like his brain was protesting the suggestion of it entirely. “I don’t want to... it hurts...”
“I promise I can make it stop hurting if you do.”
“She really can,” Kotetsu assured, sniffling.
Izumo whimpered but pushed his hands under him and forced himself up, the motion itself was dizzying and he wasn’t even halfway up when his stomach inverted itself and he threw up all over again. He started crying in earnest both because it made his head hurt that much more and because of the embarrassment it caused. Rational or not when it was a prank to get out of school it had been different.
“Ko-chan go get some rags and some soapy water.”
Sniffling, Izumo hung his head, still refusing to actually open his eyes, and knowing it would hurt if he did.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it hurts to open your eyes doesn’t it?” she asked softly.
His chest shuddered slightly as he tried to suppress the tears. “Mmhm...”
Hagane-san brushed her fingers through his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “I need you to open them for a moment and tell me if you see sparkles or dark spots. You just have to do it long enough to do that for me and then you can close them again okay?”
Swallowing, Izumo forced his eyes open. It was harder than he’d realized and hurt as much as he knew it would. Black hair and black eyes swam into view for a moment but he couldn’t get his eyes to focus and closed them. Even after he closed his eyes Izumo could still see the blobs and sparkles she’d mentioned floating behind his eyelids. “Am I going blind?”
Stroking his hair, Hagane-san chuckled. “No, you’ll be fine you just have a migraine. Izumi-chan used to get them too.”
“You--” he sniffed and his voice shook, “--know my mom?” As long as he didn’t move he could almost pretend it didn’t hurt, but every time sniffed it felt like his brain was on fire.
She laughed again. “Mmhm, she was my best friend when we were your age right up until you and Ko were about a year old. Your mom got migraines a lot and I know a magic trick to make them go away.”
The steady pad of feet and sloshing of water gave away Kotetsu’s arrival. “So it’s not my fault?”
“Of course not, more than likely it was just poor timing.”
A wet rag was wiped over Izumo’s hands and face then down the front of his shirt. The cool water against his skin felt nice and at the same time made him realize how hot he felt. He wanted to lay back down and not get up again but when he shifted to do so he felt Kotetsu’s hands grab his shoulders, steadying him and keeping sitting up.
“Izumo-kun I need you to hold as still as possible while I do what I need to, to make your head stop hurting.” Her hands slid along his arms and she pushed the fabric up to his elbows.
Izumo did what he was told, although he felt like he was swaying slightly despite his best attempts to remain upright and still. He felt her fingers wrapped around one wrist and a moment later a needle pricked his skin. It surprised him but it was nothing compared to the pounding in his head so he held still. Several more were inserted and then his pant legs were pushed up as high as they would go and the same thing was done to his legs. He could feel them standing out against his skin and wondered how he looked right then. The needles were twisted and slowly the aching in his skull ebbed until it was no worse than a headache caused by crying for too long.
“You’re still running a fever so Kotetsu is going to go get you some water and some medicine to bring it down.” Hagane-san spoke softly as she removed each of the long needles.
Kotetsu released his shoulders and the weight beside him on the couch shifted. He was still a little afraid to open his eyes, the overwhelming fear that despite what she’d said he’d be blind. “Thank you, Hagane-san.”
“You can open your eyes now little one,” she chuckled. “And please, Kotone is fine.”
Taking a deep breath, he held it for a moment, then opened his eyes. His vision was still a little off but it was already better. Izumo let out the breath he’d been holding. He watched her lay each of the needles out on a scroll and then seal them into it before tucking it away. “Why aren’t you and my mom friends anymore?”
“I am still her friend, Izumi-chan and I will always be friends just as I’m sure you and Ko-chan will be.” She smiled and pulled his pant legs back down. “Our paths simply took different directions for awhile, somehow they appear to be crossing again. Speaking of which you are staying here until they return. I’ll let whoever has been looking after you know but there is no reason for you not to be within my reach if you’re having migraines.” Kotone chuckled and stood up. “There’s no reason for you not to even if you weren’t.”
“REALLY! He can stay here!” Kotetsu crowed as he came back into the room.
Izumo winced slightly at the over-excited yelling. “Ow.”
Ducking his head Kotetsu held the water and the asprin out. “Sorry.”
Kotone patted her son on his head. “Mmhm... he needs to get some rest so why don’t you take him to your room and get him something to change into so he can sleep.”
Even though his head still hurt and he felt kind of miserable otherwise, Izumo smiled. He didn’t like staying by himself with just the downstairs landlady there. Even sick, staying with Kotetsu would the best thing ever.
