Bungo stray dogs One Shots

Fyogol - Sick II

Something was unusual. Really unusual. Out of place. Weird. It was that feeling when something was missing but you couldn't really pinpoint it. It was so weird how fast you grew accustomed to things. Yet when they disappeared without a trace you couldn't say what felt off even though you missed a small part of yourself.

Fyodor's plans lay there in front of him. They were stacked neatly onto a pile which made their purpose to destroy even more ridiculous. Truly, you could end the world with only writing if you wanted to. End a world full of sinners. So that was the same at least.

Then the rat quickly looked over the bookshelf. He had all his books and the pattern in which they were displayed memorized. Everything standing there like it was supposed to. Nothing out of the line.

And even after inspecting the whole room, there was nothing unusual. The pens, the radio playing classic music, the white hat. Everything was normal. So what felt off? It took Fyodor a second to realize it. Embarrassing he was aware of that. How could someone as great and knowledgeable not see it immediately? Though to his defense, he immediately knew that everything was displayed normally.

Fyodor was someone who loved the organization. He would keep everything in the plan. Everything and every move were calculated. He was the watcher over the stupid sinners. Always one step ahead with his planning. So everything in his office was kept as tidy and organized as possible.

Apart from the Ratatoulli Cookbooks of course. The one Nikolai always sneaked in. Or the pink barbie pens. The one paper that was turned upside down. The 'small shot of vodka' in his coffee. The small rat symbol that Nikolai jokingly called a 'holy symbol' (which Fyodor had actually kept but would never admit that he did). All those small jokes and pranks that destroyed the organization were missing. They were gone making that what was supposed to be normal completely unnormal. They were different every day to destroy the chains of everyday life yet in their way had become a part of it.

The next weird thing was the time. Fyodor had just worked for three hours without Nikolai barging in. Without Nikolai demanding attention or declaring his immense boredom. Without the overdramatic clown showing his face even once. An extremely rare- no more a situation that couldn't happen.

The dark-haired male stood up. Even though he hated to admit that he had earthly chains dragging him down he still wanted to check if everything was alright. If his lover was alright. With only a little effort said one could be found in the living room. Lying on the couch. Immediately Fyodor searched for injuries. After all, Nikolai once jumped off a building after a teenager said: "Do it for the vine!". Gladly he didn't die... No injuries not then and not now.

Nikolai turned his head towards his lover who just stood at the door for a few seconds: "Hello, are you ready with work". Which was an actual start to a conversation. Not a joke. No stupid vine. Nothing. Nikolai didn't even jump up immediately like he usually did when Fyodor grazed him with his presence.

And then Nikolai turned back to face the ceiling. Doing absolutely nothing. Which he normally NEVER did. Ignoring his lover. No tissues come from his overcoat to symbolize blood. No jokes.

However, Fyodor wasn't a rat that just gave up here. He wasn't as pathetic as all humans. He was a god after all. So he made his way towards his lover. Said one didn't even move a little bit. As if he was in a different world.

A hand on Nikolai's forehead. It was literally burning his breathing seemed irregular and his eyes were a bit glossed over. Now that Fyodor looked at him closely he could see the signs of a fever clearly. He would better take care of that now or his whole routine would be ruined. It was really weird how the jokes that normally annoyed him now made him feel uneasy not that he was missing them.

Fyodor took his hand away to get Nikolai into the bed. A bold move since Nikolai immediately grabbed the hand again and put it back onto his forehead. Fyodor guessed that he liked that it was cold (which wasn't really hard given the other one's high temperature).

"I can't take care of you like that, love", Fyodor simply stated. It wasn't even in a sweet voice. Only telling the truth.

The only answer in return was a groan and Nikolai trying to roll onto his side so his back was facing his lover. Stupid move if you still have your lover's hand on your forehead. You could also call it inefficient.

Fyodor sighed. This was tedious. He could just leave the clown alone and finish his work. He could throw a blanket over this human and walk away gracefully. He didn't need to take care of him.

"Stand up now", Fyodor sighed. His voice was a little softer now. "I will bring you an even colder towel and make you some hot soup".

Nikolai now only mumbled something in return yet he rolled back onto his back. How weird it was not to understand him... Fyodor kissed Nikolai's forehead softly and then pulled him up slowly.

Heaving the other man onto the bed wasn't an easy task. Especially if you're a slim rat that hadn't eaten anything for hours... But the deed was done and now Fyodor didn't have time to catch a breath. He still had to prepare a towel, a bowl with cold water, some hot soup, some water, and some cold medicine. That all within 10 minutes. Why ten minutes? He didn't want to leave his lover's side for too long and that time wasn't that unreasonable for a god after all.

No, he was even better was what he realized later. Within only 9 minutes and 30 seconds, he completed his tasks while also preparing some coffee for himself. Nikolai could be glad that he had such an amazing boyfriend!

Fyodor slowly planted the cold towel onto Nikolai's forehead whom he had also packaged within a few blankets. He then very carefully fed his lover. Nutrients were important now after all he had to become healthy as soon as possible.

"This body is a prison", Nikolai mumbled after he had eaten everything and still didn't even joke a little bit.

"It is dear", Fyodor chuckled and carefully took Nikolai's hand. Said one only nodded a little bit and started to drift off to sleep slowly.

Later on, Fyodor would deny all his actions and only say that he did the bare minimum. He would deny the peck on the forehead while Nikolai was out of his mind how cute and let's say it with his own words: "His little rat" was...

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Wonderful idea! Once again like the first chapter this was requested by @LiarKin, what an amazing person!

I hope you all loved reading this oneshot as much as I loved writing it! (Not sure if it sounds good but hey it was fun!) Still not ready though so I still have 1-2 Oneshots to go until I'm allowed to sleep hahahahhaha.... this body is a prison indeed...