Holy snapdragons I haven't updated in forever. WHOOPS. So here's a JoshNeku from last year! Sorry I couldn't provide some fresher fic, but I have some I've been working on that are sure to be finished soon! In the meantime, enjoy!
Flu: known also as influenza, an acute and infectious disease of the respiratory system caused by a virus and characterized by fever, muscle pain, headache, vomiting, and inflammation of the mucous membranes in the respiratory tract.
In layman's terms: a pain in the ass.
Three days and Neku's sickness held strong, clinging to him like his sweat-drenched wife beater. His sleep, fitful as it was, was littered with nightmares varying from losing his headphones to being brutally murdered, and a rather bizarre one that involved him being eaten by a giant spicy tuna roll. The only word he could think of to describe his current state of being was 'gross', and if he wasn't so utterly drained he might have taken a shower, at the very least peeled off his soaked shirt. As it was, however, nearly every one of Neku's muscles was aching, and the only thing he could find the energy to do was release a pathetic groan, rubbing his sore eyes with equally sore palms. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep.
"Well, aren't you just the perfect picture of health."
What would have been a surprised yelp sounded more like a pained wail, Neku's head thumping against his bed's headboard. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the pain further back. When he opened them, it took a few moments for them to clear enough and focus on the person standing at the foot of his bed.
"What the hell? When did you get here?!"
"Hello to you too, sunshine," his guest smirked, carefully seating himself on the bed on the off chance that Neku might try to kick him, which he would have if not for his flu. "Good to see you aren't dead, but you should really be resting instead of shouting."
Neku narrowed his eyes. "Cut the crap, Josh. Why are you here?"
"I sensed a disturbance in the force, thought I might check it out."
"So you decided to break into my house?" He knew he wasn't going to get much of an answer from Joshua, but it never hurt to try.
Joshua hummed in reply. "Hardly. I came from the UG, then lowered my frequency a bit so you could see me." He said it casually, as if this was an everyday occurrence. Neku sincerely hoped this was not the case. Neku's apprehension must have shown on his face because Joshua giggled and reassured him, "I've only been here a few minutes."
He sat up a bit and opened his mouth to respond, to tell Joshua that it was still creepy as hell, but before he could he felt bile bubble up in his throat. Joshua's eyes widened in realization and he quickly grabbed the large bowl sitting beside Neku's bed, shoving it at Neku just in time. Neku emptied the contents of his already empty stomach into the bowl, a sour taste flooding his senses as stomach acid left him. He heaved a few times, his body lurching and trying to expel it. After he was done he remained hunched over the bowl, stomach still twisting and his eyes watering.
When he was confident he was finished he set the bowl aside, sniffling and laying himself back down. "Thanks."
"How charming," Joshua commented, voice and eyes hiding all traces of concern that he might have had. He gingerly leaned over to wipe the tears from Neku's eyes, shocking Neku and provoking a flinch.
"Why are you even here?" Neku groaned, repeating his earlier question in hopes of getting an actual answer. "You're gonna get sick too."
"The dead don't get sick, Neku, at least not in the way living people do."
A sigh fell from Neku's lips, resigning himself to the fact that Joshua wasn't going to tell him anything. He directed his unfocused gaze at the Composer, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. "M'tired."
Joshua quirked a small smile, threading his fingers through Neku's hair. "By all means, sleep."
Neku almost argued, but the soft feeling of Joshua's hand in his hair was soothing, lulling him into the realm of sleep.
When Neku awoke a few hours later Joshua was gone, but the tingling sensation of his touch lingered. His nap was the most refreshing he'd had in days. He tried sitting up, finding it much easier than before. When he was sure that his stomach wasn't going to revolt yet again he stood, slowly trudging toward the bathroom to take a shower to relieve his tense muscles and wash away the sweat.
He gave a weak smile, and though he knew that Joshua wasn't there, he felt it necessary to say something.