"I do not recall saying this was an open note test," Came Masaru's voice as he raised a brow at his friend.
The girl only blushed slightly knowing he spotted her note scroll she tried to hide in front of her. "I-I um..."
"Hand it over," he replied putting his hand over her shoulder.
Moriko only frowned but sighed handing over her scroll, "B-But I'm not sure if I know all this yet..."
"You got it, don't worry," He smiled softly putting the scroll next to him in his chair. His attention returned to her silvery locks as he ran a comb through it. "I'll start out easy, name a plant with anti-inflammatory properties."
"Ginger root," she replied glancing back at him.
"See? You know this," he grinned.
"You told me they would be easy, so I should know it," Moriko pouted.
Masaru only chuckled as he began making up more questions for his friend. He liked being able to play with her hair, it gave his hands something to do as he thought up questions and gave Moriko time to ponder on them. He soon pulled out the scroll he confiscated from Moriko to see what else he had gone over with her. Thought he froze seeing Moriko's attempts as doodling the plants. The pathetic blots of ink that tried to take shape but simply couldn't. The poor girl just had no artistic skill. "Um..."
"You opened the scroll didn't you?" she asked, noticing his hesitation.
"They're... getting better...?"
She only sighed leaning a cheek against her hand, "They are terrible and you know it."
"Yes... I'm sorry," he chuckled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"It's alright, I've resigned to the knowledge that art will never be one of my strengths..."
"Well you have other strengths, no one is perfect," he tried to cheer her up. She managed a small smile.
"I suppose so," she replied.
"Alright so now name a plant with-" but he was interrupted as the door opened then slammed shut as Masaru's roommate came in. Masaru only sighed upon seeing his friend as Moriko turned her attention to him.
"Hello Narashi," she said. Though it was when she noticed something was off about the man, he seemed... tired for a lack of a better word. "Narashi are you-"
"I'm fine, can't you take your little girl circle elsewhere so I can get some peace for once in my god damn life?" He growled at her before going to his room and shutting the door.
Moriko only blinked at the outburst, "...You're right... he is quite agitated..." she muttered to Masaru, recalling that was the reason that Masaru asked her to leave Akihiro at home.
"The fool is sick and he won't admit it," Masaru grumbled, obviously cross with his mate over the Fujihara's stubbornness. "We went for a run yesterday and he couldn't keep up, I tried checking his temperature and he keeps shoving me off." He was tempted to let Narashi stew in his illness to teach him a lesson about being stubborn, but Masaru was a medic, he couldn't leave an ill person unattended.
"Such stubbornness would be the end of him," she stated.
"This coming from the girl, who I have to heal up some kind of injury on her almost every time I see her, because she trains too hard?" Masaru teased.
Another pout, "Each injury is a mistake that I will not repeat when out on a mission."
"And you call him stubborn."
"I am not stubborn."
"Ya kinda are."
"Don't start talking like that," Moriko crossed her arms, Masaru knew it annoyed her when he talked like that.
A snicker, "I will talk how I want."
"Now you're just doing that on purpose."
Oh well, at least the brunette was laughing now. Moriko pouted more then shook her head at her friend.
"I'm just teasing you, it's just so funny how patient you are and that's the one thing that automatically annoys you."
"It's because you know better, that I get annoyed."
"So I should talk like that all the time then?"
"So you'll be like Kou and I'll only be able to be around you for a certain length of time, or else I'll get a migraine?" Moriko rose a brow.
Not pleased with the idea of that Moriko decided to change the subject, as she was getting more annoyed and pouty by the minute. "You know I should make soup for dinner, add herbs to the broth to boost his immune system," she mused, seeing him frown she added, "It's cold and flu season, we could all use an immune boost."
"... I guess..."
"Herbal tea too," Moriko thought out loud.
"Alright... so what herbs are you thinking?" Masaru questioned to return to Moriko's test.
"Um..." Moriko frowned, "Hmm I'm thinking echinacea in the tea," she pondered, "Defiantly garlic in the soup... ginger and ginseng would be good for him, but I'm trying to think if there is a way to make them all taste good together, bell peppers would be good as well."
He only smiled, "And you said you weren't sure if you knew this."
"Well when it comes to the kitchen I want to know my way around natural remedies to help keep everyone strong, and healthy."
"I'm proud of you," he patted her head, "now," he said returning to her hair, "want me to put it back for you?"
Moriko's heart swelled with pride, even though she no longer had feelings for the brunette, she still held him in high regard and considered him a close friend. "I'm glad to make you proud. And yes please, I'd prefer to have it out of my way."
He only grinned and threw the girl's hair in a ponytail, "It's getting pretty long."
"It is, I think I'll keep it this length, any longer and it'll be hard to care for."
"I agree, it looks good on you."
"Thank you," Moriko blushed softly, then stood up, "Lets get started shall we?"
They continued chatting as Moriko cooked the chicken and they both debated over the herbs. If they couldn't get their friend to rest, they could at least try to supply him with what his body needed to fight the illness. Even if they were both annoyed with his stubbornness. As soon as dinner was ready Masaru opted to be the one to summon the grumpbutt.
He knocked at the door with his knuckles, "Hey look dinner is ready, we'll leave out a bowl for you."
There was no real reply, but a 'hm' from inside the room, telling Masaru that Narashi had heard him. The Yoshida shook his head then returned to the kitchen. Narashi may be more difficult then usual, but he rarely passes up food he didn't have to cook. Though if he'd come where he knew the other two would be... that was up in the air.
The Fujihara eventually decided to emerge from his room to eat. Moriko and Masaru stopped mid-sentence seeing that the other male was joining them, though he gave them an annoyed glare upon seeing they were staring at him. Moriko glanced at Masaru, who only shrugged at her before continuing to eat. Taking that as 'don't mention it, as long as he eats,' Moriko returned to her own food as Narashi took the bowl and tea set out for him and put as much distance between himself and the other two as the table would allow.
Moriko tried to keep her attention away from Narashi. She noticed the slight bags under his eyes, a pale hue to his skin, his yellow eyes showing his exhaustion, but upon seeing a slight scowl on his face as soon as he started eating she began to worry a bit about the new recipe, did she add too much of anything? Too little? They needed to get him to eat if they were trying to prevent him from getting worse. But she breathed seeing that he was in fact eating, though the scowl nagged at her slightly.
"That was good," Masaru spoke up causing Moriko to relax a bit and smile.
"Oh good I'm glad."
"Hm," Narashi just scowled more as he finished off his bowl.
"Is something wrong Narashi?"
"The idiot obviously has no taste-buds," he stated finishing his tea and standing up to go back to his bedroom.
"What do you mean?"
"That was one of the most dull and tasteless meals I've ever had, and I almost thought you could cook," he scoffed turning his back on the two and leaving.
Masaru could see a vein pop in Moriko's forehead, okay, insulting her cooking automatically annoys her, add that with bad grammar.
"You know if you weren't ill you'd probably be able to taste it," Moriko growled. How dare he? Well... okay she shouldn't be too surprised.
"I'm not sick, you just don't know how to cook," he retorted, "You're lucky I was hungry and didn't feel like making my own food," he added before leaving.
Moriko's fist slammed onto the table, "Why that-"
"Moriko this is what I was talking about," Masaru raised his hands to get her to calm down, there will be no attacking sick people here. Even if he did think his mate needed a good smack with a leek, "Your cooking is great, he's just lashing out because he doesn't feel good okay?"
She still glared at the doorway, most likely debating on giving the man a piece of her mind. But then she gave an agitated sigh, "Why do I bother?" she huffed taking the empty dishes before washing them to the sink.
"I ask myself the same question at times," Masaru sighed, "I'm not defending him, just... make sure he's well before you hit him, hurting sick people is in bad taste."
"I'm starting to think he might need to be hurt," she grumbled under her breath as she put the dishes on the rack to dry.
"You're better then that," he reminded her.
"I don't want to be," she huffed grabbing a container of ice cream out of the fridge. She set it on the table and tossed a spoon at her friend before before she began eating, needing the sweetness to help her calm down. She shoved the spoon in her mouth pouting, before taking a deep breath and savoring the cold substance in her mouth. "All of that effort just to be insulted, I mean I shouldn't be surprised, but I don't know how you live with him."
"Well I kinda warned you," Masaru muttered, "but... I manage," he replied, just feeling relieved that she knew how to control herself. "I mean... he's not impossible... You told me your brother could be difficult, so... you understand it a bit."
"Onii-san never insulted my cooking," she frowned, "Even when I... wasn't as practiced in it," she added popping another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, at the mention of it she recalled her first recipes, and how Jun dreaded being her guinea pig, but he ate them anyways to encourage her. Once the poor boy was in the bathroom every few minutes because eight year old Moriko messed up a recipe, it was too much hot sauce if memory served correctly.
Masaru joined Moriko's assault on the dairy treat, "You see why I'm frustrated though, I can't take his temperature, offer him medicine, or get him to rest. It's just going to get worse."
"Did you try while he was sleeping?" Moriko asked. She was calmer now, between the ice cream and the memories of her brother she managed to relax a bit. Though now she just wanted Narashi well so she can punch him in his butthole face.
Masaru shook his head, "Not a good idea."
"Narashi is very territorial of his room, if walking in doesn't wake him up, touching him will wake up, and he'll attack first, ask questions later. Considering his mood, he probably won't even ask questions," Masaru explained.
"Jun was always difficult when he was ill. Much as I hate to say it, it's similar to how Narashi is acting. Easily irritated, not wanting to talk, wouldn't let me do a thing..." Moriko mused slightly.
"And how did you handle it?"
Moriko shrugged, "I kept going, I mean I knew why he didn't want me to know he was sick. He didn't want to look weak in front of me when he's suppose to be my strong big brother. But we've been each other's responsibilities since we were young, he would look after me and I would look after him. So eventually I'd find him reading or basically he'd have his guard down just enough, and I'd come over and test his forehead by doing what our mom did and kissing it. I'd feel the fever and yell at him for being an idiot, it was usually at that point he'd finally submit since he knew I was not going to back down as soon as I got his temperature. Though I can't be angry over how he acts since I get that way too when I was ill... Onii-san got so nosy when I wasn't acting like myself, it really got on my nerves," she admitted. She sighed, great, now she can't be mad at Narashi, she just basically admitted she does the same damn thing, to a lesser extent of course. Though she wouldn't go insulting the people that were trying to help. Oh good she can still be mad then.
"And... we're sticking to the whole 'I'm not stubborn' story still?" Masaru joked, only to earn an unamused pout from his friend, "Certainly being stubborn about not being stubborn..." he muttered before clearing his throat to get back on subject, "I mean, yeah that could work, but I'm pretty sure if I kissed Narashi's forehead, I'd go through a wall."
"He certainly wouldn't expect it though."
"Yeah, that's true. But I'd prefer to not go through the wall."
Moriko just looked at the ice cream thoughtfully. They had already gone through half the container, but oh well, it was better then wanting to strangle the Fujihara. She saw Masaru staring at his spoon, his mind elsewhere, "What is it?"
"Do you think they make leek ice cream?" he pondered.
Moriko snickered so fast that the ice cream in her mouth almost went out her nose, she quickly began coughing, pleading the cold substance wouldn't make a whole new kind of brain freeze as she cleared her air passages. After a couple of moments her fit was over. She took a napkin to her face, laughing softly as Masaru's concerned expression, "S-Sorry... that was the most random thing..." she giggled, "B-But, I... could find a recipe probably."
He blinked then relaxed seeing she was okay. "That sounds good then," he smiled softly. Returning the smile Moriko continued eating.
"I could give it a shot..." she finally mused after a bit of silence.
"If he's not sleeping, I'll find a way to take his temperature. If he is sleeping, I won't even go in. He expects you to fuss over his temperature, I don't think he'd expect it of me..."
Masaru frowned softly, not really sure if he was too keen on Moriko trying take his mate's temperature, he doubted it'd be successful, but if Narashi was sleeping then nothing would happen. He finally shrugged, "You can try if you want."
"I will then," she said standing up.
"Remember whatever he says, he's still sick."
Masaru nodded and watched her go as Moriko made her way to Narashi's room. She knocked but hearing no reply she frowned knocking at it again. As much as she'd love to just walk in, thinking of Masaru's warning and the fact that just pissing each other off would get her no results, she decided against it. She knew her usual tricks with Jun wouldn't be effective on Narashi, Jun knew Moriko was acting in his best interest, which was why he'd finally submit. She was pretty sure Narashi was convinced she was just trying to get on his nerves. She had a plan in mind, a tentative plan, one she wasn't quite sure if it'd work, but if it failed, no one would get hurt, and she could at least say she tried.
This would require a bit of deception, something she was not happy to use on people she cared about, but she was coming to the conclusion that trickery was needed to get what she wanted. She'd ease her conscious a bit by telling herself it was training, ninjas needed to be able to successfully employ the power of deception if needed. If she was successful Narashi probably wouldn't catch on that she was tricking him. She knew the plan was far fetched, but well... worth a try. If Narashi found out she was trying to trick him, he'd most likely laugh at her, or just get annoyed and tell her to get out.
"Narashi?" she asked, though she heard shuffling on the other side of the door, maybe he was sleeping.
"What?" Came his annoyed voice.
Moriko took a deep breath and opened the door, his back was to her, she saw an open book in front of him. She sighed a bit, maybe this wasn't a good idea, maybe she can back out and pretend this didn't happen, she wasn't even sure if it'd work. It's not too late to abort the mission right?
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"I'm... sorry you didn't like dinner..." She wasn't actually sorry, she was still pissy about it and wanted to clock him in the face, but appealing to him instead of confronting him would work better in her favor.
He 'tsked' at her, "I'm sorry I ate it."
Her eye twitched, but she took a deep breath and closed the door behind her, he's just picking a fight because he doesn't feel good. He's overcompensating his attitude because he feels weak. She repeated that in her head, reminding herself she's the bigger person here. She can control her temper. She came into the room, making her footsteps soft, trying to keep him from noticing she was coming closer, "Thank you... for eating it though..."
"Whatever..." his back was still too her, paying her no real mind. Though he blinked after noticing her voice was closer to him, he frowned and saw the girl next to his bed. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I'd like to make it up to you," she blushed a bit, her resolve backing down slightly, but she was so close, she can't chicken out.
He raised a brow, then frowned, sitting up, "And what do you have in mind? I'm not really in the mood for anything."
More red graced her face, she told herself to keep going, just on the forehead, nothing intimate, just a forehead test. Just pretend the asshole in front of her is her stubborn brother and she will be able to do it. She leaned closer to him.
She blushed when he put a finger to her lips, she looked at Narashi, who gave her an unamused look. "I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work."
Of course, why would it work? She pouted, she was so close. "I don't mean any harm Narashi."
"Really? Why are you so viciously attacking my nerves then?" sarcasm laced in every word that came from his mouth.
She just sighed, "I'm worried, you look like death, I just wanted to check your temperature."
"If you were fine you'd let me check it to prove me wrong."
"I don't want your grabby hands all over my body."
"It's just your forehead." though why he was calling her grabby she had no clue.
He snorted, "That's what they all say."
Wait what was he accusing her of? "I-I don't... what?" she' look confused.
He just rolled his eyes at her, "Nevermind. Now leave."
Well she tried, she can't say she didn't. Still she frowned at him, "Fine." she crossed her arms, "I was willing to push my comfort zone to make sure you were alright, but forget it, it's not worth it."
His tone was almost cheerful at the prospect of finally being left alone, "Indeed, it is not. Goodbye."
She just shook her head, she tried, and if she heard one more stab about her cooking she was going to strangle the man, even if he was sick. She knew it was good, she didn't need him criticizing one of the few things in this world she took pride in. She felt spiteful as she put her hand on the doorknob and glanced back at him, "I'm well aware you are acting like this because you feel tired and weak, and frankly you're acting like a complete idiot right now." With that she left shutting the door behind her. He had only snorted at her before continuing to read.
Masaru was waiting for her outside the hallway, he gave her a kind smile seeing her frown. "No good, I take it?"
"I'm sorry, I failed," she pouted.
He just chuckled and pat her head, "You tried, that's what matters." they walked from the hallway back to the kitchen so Narashi wouldn't overhear, "I'll smack him with a leek when he's better okay? Now just let me handle it, you got the soup in him, you did your part."
"If you say so," she sighed.
"I do," he laughed softly, "He'll get better eventually, but if that fool thinks I'm leaving him alone when he's sick he's got another thing coming."
"You're a good friend Masaru."
"Yeah well... he's frustrating, but he's my best friend, even if he won't admit it," Masaru grumbled a bit.
"He's lucky to have you."
He chuckled and blushed slightly rubbing the back of his head, "Well lets go finish that ice cream, and your test."
She managed a grin, "I'd like that."