Feverish - Yoite x Miharu

Feverish
Yoite x Miharu FanFic
The tall, slender boy perched motionlessly on the porch leading to the shadowed patio. The shimmering moonlight seemed to make the chalked face boy glow. A chilling breeze tossled his jagged ebony hair that was hidden under a tawny coloured cap. He had be gazing up at the sky for hours now.

Hana entered the living room with a china tray filled with steaming hot tea and bean jelly in her arms. Mahiru sat on the soft couch with his legs tucked under his nimble body.
"Yoite, come inside dear, it is cooling down out there. I have a snack if you are hungry." Hana chimmed cheerfully. The ghostly boy didn't move a muscle. A low cough escaped his almost blue lips shaking his entire body.

"Y-Yoite .. Please" Miharu pleaded, he grasped the warm cup between his shivering hands. Yoite lightly shook his head. Staring blankly down at the cup of tea, he couldn't help but feel a sadness in the air. Yoite had been silent since Hana had welcomed them in.

Hana faked a smile trying to hide her concern. Lifting up the tray, she turned away and left to go back to the kitchen. The boys sat in silence for a moment. Suddenly, Yoite stood up stumbling a bit. Snapping his gaze at him, Miharu tilted his head.
"Are you hungry?" Miharu questioned the towering jet black haired boy. Yoite balled his slim hands into tight fists.

"Stop!" He whispered. His hands shook back and forth. "Don't be so nice to me." Yoite slumped onto the couch next to the young boy. He kept his icy gaze in his lap. Bottling up his feelings, he shut his mouth.
"Sorry." Miharu sniffled. Resting his chin on his elbow, he tried not to make I contact. Yoite stared at him with hazzy eyes. The pain blurred his vision as he felt himself channeling in and out of consciousness. Sitting up with the little strength he had, he almost toppled over. Closing her eyes, he could bearly move.

"Yoite!!" Miharu called out to him. Swiftly leaping into his lap, Miharu leaned into Yoite. Pressing his forehead to the other boys, he felt the scotching heat. The heat radiated off of him sending chills up Miharu's spine. "You have a fever. Stop pushing yourself." He whispered into his ear. Miharu's soft lips barely brushed Yoite's neck as he cooed into his ear.

Yoite's icy eyes widened in surprise.  Swiftly pushing the small boy away, he fell to the ground. "G-get away." he stuttered startled.  Unfazed, he stood up and lunged gracefully into the sickly boys arms. Unraveling the pearl white scarf from his warm neck, he moved closer. The frigid air made Miharu shiver. With their faces inches apart, he wrapped the scarf around the quivering body's neck. Yoite's scent made Miharu light headed.

Yoite tried pulling away, but Miharu grasped him tighter. He stopped struggling. Relaxing in the fragile boys arms, he sighed with a shallow breath. "Why are you so kind to me?" Yoite gave in. "I can't give you anything in return." He whispered in a pained voice.

"Because we promised each other," Miharu gripped him tighter. Snuggling his face into the slim boys shoulder, he waited for him to pull away. "You are important to me." He whispered gently. Yoite lifted his arms up around the boy. Wresting against him, they embraced for a moment.