Yeah, so I don't know of any illnesses that are deadly in the way I needing them to [be for 'plot' reasons]…

SO I'M MAKING ONE UP. If it sounds like an ailment that already exists, then I guess I'm just REALLY GOOD at making things up.

Uhm… DEDICATION/INSPIRATION?! Why, yes, I have answers for both.

Dedication: A friend who's pen-name-thingy on this is Mallory Eve Martin. She's the one who told me I needed to make an Okane Ga Nai fanfic based off the song 'Hero' by Skillet. (She wants me to make it a Lemon, I believe~

"…No promises." Is what I say.)

Inspiration: It's 'Falling Inside The Black' by Skillet, then 'Hero' which is also by Skillet. (Those songs helped me so much~)

Note: I don't own the precious Okane Ga Nai~ Nor do I own its characters. [The POV changes in this story, by the way. If there are little dashes and such, and in bold, then it's that person's POV. Sadly, it's only in Ayase's and Kanou's Point Of View.]

Ayase's eyes slowly opened, recognizing the ceiling above him, as well as the breathing mass beside him.

Kanou slept, with an arm thrown over Ayase possessively. The blonde struggled weakly to push the arm off him as his mind registered the weight's heat as uncomfortable. Now that he thought about it, he noticed that his clothes stuck to his body, and his hair clung to his face from the sweat. Swiping away the strands of hair, he rolled onto his side, wondering why he was so hot.

Huffing, he sat up, putting a hand to his forehead. His fingers were like bands of ice pressed against his skin.

Careful to not wake Kanou, he slipped his feet over the edge of the bed, thankful for the plush comforter that ensured silence. Ayase froze when the male readjusted, then continued to tip-toe his way to the kitchen, his head swirling the whole way there.

Maybe he was just thirsty…

Reaching for a cup, he saw them double. With hesitation he grabbed one, and felt air welcome his touch. Mumbling pitifully, he took the right one and encountered the same problem with the sink's faucet. He managed to turn on the water on the first attempt, and then let the glass fill as he closed his eyes, trying to ground his spinning vision.

He swayed, unbothered as the cold water trickled from the top before water falling down the edges, covering Ayase's hand.

Don't waste water, he told himself, having to force his suddenly heavy arms to reach for the valve that controlled the release of water.

Ayase gasped quietly as sharp pains sliced through him. As he leaned over the sink, he tried to gather himself again, his stomach threatening to eject its liquefied contents.

"Ow," Ayase panted, instantly regretting that as his throat constricted.

Water, he reminded, still holding the crystal tightly in his hands.

Raising the glass, he let the water glide down his agonized throat, his barely parted lips causing some to run down to his chin instead.

Gulping the water greedily, he saw black dots start to appear on the edges of his vision. A black film with random microscopic red dots replaced the kitchen scenery.

He suddenly felt cold. Like he was falling, like a feather. A small white feather that danced with the leaves in the breeze—until he hit something. Something hard and level, most likely the ground.

His eyesight came back again, gradually brightening until he could make out the shape of the cabinets and countertops.

"Kanou-san," He whined, expecting to awake yet again, back in the bed next to his sleeping partner.

Unfortunately, when his hands tried to push him up, something jagged cut deep into his palms. For a moment, the pain didn't register. Just a little voice in his head saying that he was, 'quite screwed, and not in the literal sense.'

An abrupt wave of blazing pain shot up his arms, scorching his veins along the way.

"Ah…?" His lungs pressured him for air, which he tried to give, but somehow failed in getting enough.

"Ayase!?" The voice made a smile break through the pain. Hands scooped him up, picking him off the tile and droplets of glass.

"…Thank you." Ayase said, cuddling against Kanou's unusually cold chest.

Hearing a muffled sound from Kanou, he took it as a "you're welcome," then let his mind submerge into the cold darkness's open nest.

—Kanou—

"Get the car. Now." Kanou's voice lowered at the command, as he rushed down the hall to the door, carrying Ayase's slackened form. "And when I say now, I mean right now. You had better—"

"We're here." The voice on the phone replied, interrupting the angered man before he could go on a cursing rant that would leave anyone else satisfied for the rest of their lives.

Kanou hung up, tossing the phone aside to open the door.

He jogged out of the building, speeding into a run at the sight of the car waiting for him. With the door already open, Kanou stepped hurriedly into the car, sitting and holding the wet rag he had blindly carried against Ayase's forehead. This couldn't be another one of his 'random fevers'. No—this was much worse than those.

When the car was in motion, he glanced down that the little blonde. His hands were still clenched, but blood managed to escape anyway.

That crimson fluid made Kanou's stomach churn with anxiety and sickness. Ayase…so weak and adorable…he didn't deserve this…disease. I should have gotten it, instead, Kanou scorned as his eyebrows pulled together in loathing towards whoever gave him the health problem.

Unable to look at the blonde's blood, he turned his head. Why is it that he had no problem with anyone else's blood, but Ayase's made his insides squirm?

Kanou shifted Ayase's weight in his lap; aware of how much Ayase seemed like a limp kitten in his arms.

Shallow breaths, face red with a fever…He looked quite unwell, and whoever was driving this damn car wasn't going fast enough.

"Hurry up!" He yelled, hearing the car's engine becoming louder as Kuba pressed the gas pedal.

Now was the time he wished he had kept more medicine in the house—maybe that would have lowered Ayase's temperature…

"We've reached the destination," The Kuba twins said in unison, one stepping out to push the door open.

Which was pointless, because Kanou had already kicked the door open, and stepped out. Looking at the hospital, he let a low grumble escape his lips. "This place had better fix him. Or…"
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Cliffhangers.

Oh, the fail~

Uhm…There'll be another chapter up, I think. Maybe.