Title: Palatable
Author: MK
Pairing: Sawada Shin x Yamaguchi Kumiko
Fandom: Gokusen
Theme: #18, say "ahh"
Disclaimer: I don't own Gokusen.  UhÉ translations at the end of the file, but you 
should likely be able to understand them just fine. 

	This was ideal.  It was fate, destiny, the luck of the draw.  It was divine 
retribution for everything he had ever done to her.

	HACHOO!

	Yankumi grinned and passed Shin the tissue box.  "That's what you get for 
prancing around in a towel."  He had Ðwinked- at her. In front of everyone! 

	"I bon't brance," he mumbled, pulling the blanket closer around himself.  
It wasn't everyday that the average person could get a good look at a completely 
unguarded Shin, let alone a Shin who had to give up his pride and suffer through 
the same indignities as everyone else.  

	"You pranced. You even wiggled your butt when you left."  His eyes were 
glossy with illness, his nose red and peeling and his lips chapped.  It was 
fantastic.  

	"Watching by butt dow, I shee."  She stuck her tongue out at him then 
leaned back as he sneezed into the mass of tissues clutched in one hand.  

	"Euugh," he moaned, and Minoru looked wary as he set tea and cold 
medicine down on the table, then quickly retreated.  

	"What are you waiting for? Pop the pill."  Shin was eyeballing the small 
capsule with a look of distaste.

	"Euuugh."  He wet his throat, slipped the pill in and washed it down soon 
enough, followed by a brief fit of coughing.  She rubbed his back a little, but it 
honestly didn't sound too badÑhe'd likely be fine in a day or two as long as he 
didn't get into a fight or something.  

	"Oh, that reminds meÑWhat happened that time?"

	"Dey bole my clobes."  

	"Not yesterday; the time I was sick. How did you guys get there? I woke up 
and you were all fighting the Nekomata."  He looked pissed for some reason.  
"What?" 

	"Nebermind."

	"Come on, just tell me!" 

	"Bo!"  His hair was sticking up at odd angles and his nose was running 
again.  He looked cold.   Yankumi sighed.

	"Stop giving me that look," she handed him a fresh wad of tissues, looking 
away. "You're going to kill me with it some time."  And Shin, being the jerk that 
he currently was, perked up at that.

	"Wahd loog?"

	"The one you have when youÑjust, just, ah, forget it. Just don't do it 
again!" 

	"I bon't dohw wahd you're dalking aboud!"  She scowled at him.

	"Drink your tea." 

	"Bine."




	Either sickness wasn't enough punishment for teasing her, or it was 
striking back at her.  Not only had he been ridiculously stubborn, but then he had 
the audacity to fall asleep, sitting right there across from her at the low table.  She 
couldn't even be mad at him anymore, damnit.  

	She rounded the table and sat next to him, pulling the blanket so he would 
be warmer.  His eyes opened a fraction.  "Kumiko?"
	
	"Sleep."  

	His head fell over to her shoulder.  "WarmÉ" Well, she could always be 
mad at him later.  He was pretty warm, himself.  

	
	When she woke up later, a blanket had been wrapped around her as well, 
and Shin was still dead to the world but definitely looking better.  Good. 
Tomorrow she'd kick his ass at something.

	HACHOO!

	Or not. 
	

1)	I don't prance.
2)	Watching my butt now, I see.
3)	They stole my clothes. 
4)	Nevermind. 
5)	No!
6)	What look?
7)	I don't know what you're talking about!
8)	Fine.