I'm a little bored, so let's play a game...

[koorii]

First six commenters can:

Pick one of my story universes, and request a scene/give a prompt for that universe.

I hold the right to request you change your prompt if I feel I can not fulfill/do not want to fulfull your request.

(As it may be answered in the story, etc.)

These will only be short drabbles, mind you, so I ask that you keep your prompts small, and brief. If you can't think of a prompt for one of my existing stories, feel free to make it a generic request.

I will fill each request as soon as I am able.

Comments

[sasukoi.livejournal.com]

Okay, do the muses have anything to say about one of the three getting hurt or sick and the other two taking care of him?

[whm-koorii.livejournal.com]

I could work that.

[sasukoi.livejournal.com]

Yes!! thanks

[whm-koorii.livejournal.com]

When Kaito had been sick, things had seemed absolutely unreal. Shinichi and Saguru had stepped into his apartment to find everything absolutely silent. It had been so odd, so eerie, that they'd wondered if they had, accidentally, walked into another person's home. The only thing that had confirmed their location was the familiarity: The absently chaotic, but ordered, mess, and the fact that, of all things, there was a damned white top hat laying on the table. Saguru had frowned at it, annoyed that Kaito would be so careless, and more than ready to tell him all about it, though Shinichi had merely looked more worried.

Shinichi had stepped into Kaito's room, and, after picking up the white top hat, Saguru had followed. It didn't take a detective to spot the quivering lump beneath the blankets on the bed, and the sound of miserable sniffles and groans from under the blankets was enough to tell them that Kaito was still alive. Saguru had stood back and watched as Shinichi tossed aside the blankets to reveal the sniveling pile of misery beneath. To their surprise they had found Kaito still dressed in full Kid gear, and, in fact, he had been balled up in his cape.

An unfocused blue-violet eye had peeled open, accompanied by a sound of complaint, and focused on his assailant. What had followed had been the most pitiful rasp either of them had ever heard. “Shibigi...?”

“This is what you get for flying around in this weather.”

“Bohn't be meab, Shibigi. Sagu'u, tell hibba be bice.”

“I don't understand a word you're saying Kaito-kun...”

In the end Kaito had latched onto the unfortunate Shinichi– Saguru refused to get close enough. –and clung on for dear life like a particularly whiny limpet. Somehow the two of them had managed to wrestle him out of his Kid outfit with minimal garbled lewd suggestions, but nothing they did could get him to relinquish his clutch on Shinichi. In the end, Shinichi had been relegated to Kaito's new comfort pillow, and Saguru had become the sick magician's servant. Luckily, Kaito slept most of it away anyway.

-continued in reply.-

[whm-koorii.livejournal.com]

Unluckily, and not surprisingly, Shinichi had caught whatever bug that had struck the great Kaitou Kid down a few days later. Unlike with Kaito, though, they were the one's who seemed to notice the impending illness first as Shinichi slowly got more listless. They'd feared a relapse into depression, until he'd started sniffling and going for the Kleenexes and handkerchiefs more often. He had gotten quieter and quieter as the day went on, pushing himself until Kaito and Saguru had seen enough and forced him to go home.

The sad, miserable, 'I feel like hell' look he'd cast them had been enough to make the two of them decide to stay at Kudou Manor. He always did manage to pull off abandoned puppy look far better than even Kaito. It turned out that, when sick, Shinichi had a penchant for cuddling up, and the three of them had– Despite Saguru's protests. –spent the entire time curled together in a pile with Shinichi sandwiched between the two of them, one arm wrapped around Saguru's waist, and his head buried against his chest while Kaito rested against his back.

All of which lead to now, a now where, of course, Saguru was sick, of course, he felt like hell, couldn't breathe past the mucous clogging his sinuses, and the tickle in his throat made him clear it twenty times a second lest he start coughing, of course, his head was full of fuzz, and he couldn't think faster than a snails pace.

Saguru sent an acidic, muzzy, glare toward the near identical duo at the foot of his bead. One of them was standing, the other one was perched on the edge. He couldn't really tell which was which at this point. He seemed incapable of the proper focus, and it all seemed the same to him.

“...” he attempted to croak, but he'd been unlucky enough to lose his voice. He had wanted to tell them both to get lost and leave him to his miserable death by virus and boredom, but it didn't seem to be working. Honestly, he had a feeling it was the latter that was really getting to him.

“He just keeps glaring,” he heard Kaito muse.

Shinichi, still not exactly over his bout with the rampant plague Kaito had let loose on them, coughed in reply.

“Maybe this will help?” Kaito wondered, then preceded to shove Shinichi flat on his back on Saguru's bed, crawled over him, and attempt to remove his tonsils. Saguru chose to kick the pair as best he could, tangled in his blankets as his feet were, because, for one, that was not fair, and for another no that was not helping.

Damn it, why did he like the pair of them again?!

[mancha-sama.livejournal.com]

You combined them all. I am so impressed♥. XDDD Much love darling, so very much love. (And of course it's helping, Saguru-kun. It's inspiring you to a)move and b)get better so you can join--have your revenge. >:D)

[whm-koorii.livejournal.com]

I never realized Hakuba could be such a drama queen until I tried writing him sick.