Cure-A method or course of medical treatment used to restore health.

It had been raining none stop for the past two days. The air was damp, chilly, and miserable. It was one of those days where you never felt quite warm enough.

Ranmaru's nose tickled. "Te-coo." He sneezed.

Nobunaga looked away from the sky. "What was that?"

"My apologize, my lord, I didn't mean to sneeze."

"Most people don't." Nobunaga studied him. "Are you feeling alright?"

"It's just the weather, you have no need to concern yourself."

Nobunaga moved to stand directly before him. He brushed his hair aside and kissed his page's forehead. "You feel hot."

"I'm not sick." Ranmaru quickly backed up. "I'm perfectly capable of serving you."

He kissed his forehead again. "Your bodies telling me differently."

Ranmaru opened his mouth to retort, but everything went fuzzy. He clutched the side of his head.

Nobunaga gently held him up. "You should sit down."

Carefully, he helped him to sit on the floor. "My sincerest apologize for bothering you, my lord. Perhaps I am unwell."

"Perhaps?" Nobunaga smirked. "You should get some rest."

"I couldn't. Who would serve you?"

Nobunaga stroked his cheek. "I can suffer through someone's incompetence until you recover."

"But." Ranmaru tried to protest.

The Demon King kissed him roughly on the mouth. "It's not like you to disregard my wishes."

"Forgive me." Ranmaru's shoulders slumped.

Helping him back to his feet, Nobunaga allowed Ranmaru to lean on him as they walked.

"My lord, this isn't the way to my room."

"I know, I'm taking you to my room." Was he serious? "Nobody will disturb you there."

"I couldn't ask you to do such a thing for me."

"Then it's a good thing you're not asking."

The others in the hallways paid them little mind. This was Nobunaga and it was wise to not question him. Who understood why he did what he did half the time.

As Ranmaru sat on the edge of his lord's bed, Nobunaga knelt before him and started to undo his shin armor.

"M...my lord, you shouldn't concern yourself with this. Offering your room to me is more then I deserve."

He ignored him going to his arm guards.

Ranmaru's cheeks felt like they couldn't get any hotter. "My lord, you really don't." He shuttered when Nobunaga kissed his palm then his wrist.

Nobunaga stood up pulling the cord that tied his page's hair up causing it to drop. "Much better."

The young man's heart started to beat in his throat. The only time Nobunaga bothered with his clothes was right before they had relations. He didn't really want to right now, did he?

Nobunaga kissed his forehead. "Get some rest." He gently pushed him to his back. "I'm making it an order."

"Alright." Ranmaru nodded. "But if you need me for anything, I'll."

"Stay here." Nobunaga cut him off. "If you continue to run around in your condition, in this weather, you'll only get worse, and then I'll have to go even longer with your incompetent stand in."

Ranmaru fidgeted under his gaze. "I'll get better as fast as I can."

Nobunaga kissed him on the lips, a hand ghosting across his thigh. It wasn't like he was doing this out of the kindness of his heart, well it was half and half. A sick Ranmaru wasn't fun to tease nor could they fool around and it was just depressing seeing the normally cheerful page miserable, but also cute at the same time. He was so vulnerably delicious.

"My lord, if you keep doing that, you're going to get sick."

"Then I'll just have you return the favor." He kissed him again.

While writing this, a thought accured to me. Where does Ranmaru sleep? Does he have a room of his own or does he sleep with other page like people? But then he's Nobunaga's personal page, so he'd get better treatment, right? *Shrug* Whatever. Also, that Te-coo, noise, that's actually what my friend sounds like when she sneezes. I just had to do it.