Sasuke's POV

Surprise surprise, I actually got sick from last night. It's just a minor cold; nothing hot soup can't fix. But, [Name] did say she'd take care of me, maybe I should take this opportunity to be brought back to health by my love.

"Hopefully she won't get mad that I show up unannounced," I mumble to myself as I slip on shoes and grab my house keys.

Once I left, I make the long trip to [Name's] home. I knock on the door, waiting patiently as the wind blows, giving me goosebumps and chills. I hear the door being unlocked and the door creaks open but [Name] isn't standing there, it's her little sister. What was her name again? Charlie, Carly? I don't know, nor do I care.

"Hey is your sister here?" I ask as she invites me in.

"Nope. She's with Alexa today," she says, twirling some of her hair. "But you can stay here with me until she comes back."

I'd rather die.

"Fine," I grumble. At that moment, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room. Boy band posters hung up on the walls and girly teen magazines littered the floor. Did I also mention that almost everything was fucking pink?

"Shouldn't you always clean your room before inviting a person in? Or apologize for the mess?" I ask, stepping over a heap of makeup kits.

"It's not that messy hubby," she says.

"I'm not your hubby!"

"Fiancee?"

"We're never getting married!"

"Yes we are. You love me and I love you!"

I sigh, irritated. There's no getting through to a lovestruck preteen.

Annoying just like the rest of them!

I lean on the wall, not wanting to touch anything of hers. "When's your sister coming back?"

"I don't know. But who cares? The longer she's with Alexa, the more time we get to spend alone with each other," she says in a suggestive tone.

I shiver with disgust. I don't want to be alone with some 12 year old. "You're like twelve years old, I'm not doing anything with you."

"Hey! I'll be fourteen in a few weeks. Maybe when it's my birthday, you'll give me a little gift? Like fourteen kisses? Or fourteen minutes in--"

"I'm in love with your sister!" I bark out, irritated with her flirting. I just wanted to get it through that thick skull of hers that I'm not fucking interested in her.

Silence swallowed the room as [Name's] sister stood there. Her brows furrowed as she grabs the nearest thing -which happens to be one of her many magazines- and throws it at me.

"Hey! What the--"

"What does she have that I don't?!" she screams at me.

"I don't know! Curves! You're flatter than a ten year old boy!"

The shock on her face was priceless. I didn't mean to say all of that, it just came out voluntarily.

"So you only like my sister because she's curvier than me?" she asked, stomping her foot in anger. She obviously hates how I think [Name] is better than her.

"No, it's not just that. She's also around my age, mature, funny, and cute," I begin to smile as I talk about [Name]. "And she's, wait! Why am I confessing all of this to you?!"

I glare at the little girl in front of me, but she has a smirk plastered on her face. Her eyes held that devilish glint; the look Itachi has right before he decides to ruin my life.

"Wh-What are you thinking about?" I ask, cautious not to hit anymore of the wrong buttons.

"Noooothing."

"Tell me."

"Weeeell. I was just thinking how my sister would love to hear this information," the little devil gives me the biggest grin.

"No. If you tell her, I'll never love you!"

"But you already don't love me!" she argues back.

"But think about our future together! When I do love you, we'll get married. Have kids, become old together. We'll be there when our kids have kids. Together, we'll be the ideal couple."

It disgusted me to say these things to a 10 year old girl, but hey, as long as she doesn't tell anyone that I love [Name].

"You want to have kids?" her eyes glow with love.

"Of course I do," I lie, just to get the little devil on my side again. Kids are the last thing on my list to have, but if [Name] wants kids, I'll give her kids.

She then squeals and hugs me. "Okay okay! I won't tell her."

"Good. Now, I'm a little hungry, could you go make me something?" I ask, just so she can get away from me.

"Of course hubby!" she scurries out of her room, giggling like some little schoolgirl.

I take a deep breath. "I have to get out of here."

Quietly, I walk out of the little girl's room. I could hear the clanking of pots and pans, the hiss of food touching a hot frying pan. Slowly, I creep down the stairs, hurrying to the door.

"Hey young man! Where do you think you're going? Don't you know that your food is almost ready?" the little devil says, literally appearing out of fucking nowhere and tapping her foot impatiently.

"Oh sorry. I just needed some fresh air," I responded. The little girl with the way too big apron on glared at me.

"Well open up a window!"

She then hurried back to the food, that was most likely burning by now.

...

When the food was all done and ready, she presented it to me on a plate.

"Here ya go!" she says enthusiastically, handing me the plate. "I'll feed you if you want me to."

"I'll be fine on my own," I grumble, staring down at the charred whatever it is, mushy looking berries, and some other slop that I can't identify.

Oh god do I actually have to eat this?

I take a deep breath and put a forkful in my mouth. My mouth instantly rejected the food, but I couldn't just spit it out, she was standing right in front of me. I swallow the wretched food, and the little devil smiled.

"Do you like it?" she asked her voice sounding hopeful, and I just give her the thumbs up. "Well you better eat it all. We don't waste food here!"

This isn't even food! Food is supposed to be good!

She stared at me while I ate the rest. She takes the plate and fork from my hand, making her way back to the kitchen to dump them in the sink.

I sit in a chair, dealing with the war that's going on between my stomach and the slop. My stomach started to make unusual noises as it rejected the slop again and again.

"I'm gonna puke."

I didn't know where the bathrooms were, so my only option was to puke outside. I ran to the front door, opened it, and emptied my stomach. Too bad I was too busy puking to notice the pair of feet my vomit just landed on. Once finished, I drop to my knees and fall backwards. That's when I heard screaming, high pitched girly screaming.

"THIS FUCKER PUKED ON MY NEW SHOES!!!!"

"Sorry," I cough out. Another wave hit me, and I turn over to let my stomach dispose of more of its bile on the floor. My throat burned and an aftertaste lingered in my mouth.

When I look up, Alexa is standing above me, her eyes burned with fire and I could see the desire to kill me in them. Then I look down at her shoes, they're covered in my puke.

"Do you know how much I spent on these?!" Alexa screams at me.

"I'll buy you new ones, just please leave me alone. I'm in so much pain already," I groan in agony, holding my stomach.

The only person to help me up was [Name]. I don't know when she appeared but thank goodness she's here. She grabs my arm, using all of her strength to help me stand. Once on my own two feet, [Name] gives me a concerned gaze, her facial expression questioning what had happened to me.

"Your evil sister, she fed me slop, and my stomach didn't agree with it."

I begin to cough, my actual cold catching up with me finally. All of a sudden, my body felt weak and I collapse into [Name's] arms.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, as I slid out of her hold and onto the floor. Within seconds I was out like a light.

[Name's] POV

"Marlie! Come here right fucking now!" I bark out, furious that my little sister gave Sasuke slop.

How dare she do this to my man!

Marlie walked in and gasped. "What happened to hubby?"

"You nearly killed him with whatever the fuck you fed him!" I snap. "And you're gonna clean up his vomit!"

"Why do I have to do it?" she whines, and I glare at her. She finally sees that I'm serious and not just arguing with her just to have a playful banter fight. Reluctantly, Marlie finds cleaning supplies and starts to clean.

"Lexa, could you help me take Sasuke to my room?" I ask, and she grunts, still angry about the puke on her brand new shoes. She grabs Sasuke's legs and I lift him up by hooking my arms under his armpits.

We carry him to my room and lie him down on my bed.

Hopefully it's comfortable enough for him...

"Can you please bring me two small towels and a bowl of cold water?" I ask Alexa whilst she's grumbling to herself about her damn shoes.

"Yeah yeah! You want to take care of your beloved Sasuke," she teases, making her way out of my room. I didn't say anything because it was true; he's grown on me, and I like him.

Sighing, I caress his cheek; it was warm to the touch. He was paler than usual, he's obviously sick. It seemed like some of Sasuke's vomit got on his shirt. Not wanting it to get on my bed, I take his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. He was warm but his arms were limp, almost lifeless.

"My poor baby," I sigh, leaning in to lightly kiss his warm cheek.

Alexa comes back right as my lips separated from his soft skin. She smirks while placing the requested supplies on my nightstand.

"Trying to make out with him while he's unconscious?" she asked.

"N-No! I wasn't trying--"

"He's shirtless too. [Name], stop trying to strip your boyfriend, ya weirdo!"

There was no getting through to her at all, I don't know why I even try to argue. I sigh and ask for one more favor.

"Alexa can you be a dear and put Sasuke's shirt in the washer?"

"Fine."

"And can you wash my clothes too?" I give her puppy dog eyes, and she immediately caves in.

"Fine fine! I'll do it," she sighs defeated, taking my heap of clothes and Sasuke's shirt downstairs.

"Thank you! You're such a dear! Love you!"

Looking back down at Sasuke I smile. Taking one small towel, I dip it in cold water and wipe his mouth, cleaning up any leftover residue. Taking the other small towel, I fold it into a rectangle before dipping it into water. I squeeze out any remaining water into the bowl before placing the neatly folded towel onto Sasuke's forehead.

Walking over to my window, I open it slightly to let some cool fresh air seep in. My body relaxes once the soft breeze touches my skin.

"It's been such a long day," I mumble, sighing softly and talking to no one but myself.

Sasuke's POV

When I awoke, [Name] was straddling me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Holy fuck balls! Why...How...What the fuck are you--"

She shoves a thermometer into my mouth while I was in mid sentence. Once it beeped she pulls it out, looks at it and shakes her head.

"Hey what's going on?!" I ask but she unmounted me and goes to her closet. Wait, her closet? Am I in her room?! How'd the fuck did I get here?!

She pulls out a folded duvet from the top shelf of her closet and unrolls it, placing it on top of me.

"[Name] please answer me. What the hell is going on?" I ask, sitting up. A cold damp towel falls from my head.

This seems awfully familiar.

Then I realized I was shirtless.

"Whoa! Where's my shirt?!" I yell, looking around the room, but then become aware that [Name] was no longer in the room.

Did she leave? I didn't even hear her...

Suddenly, the little devil walks in, an embarrassed expression crossing her features.

"I'm sorry for poisoning you hubby. It was a total accident," she apologizes.

"Whatever. Go away," I grumble. The little girl sniffles and walks out, probably honestly feeling bad for making me sick. But I don't care, she nearly killed me!

After devil girl leaves, [Name] comes in with a bowl of what looks like hot soup. She presents it to me, giving me a big smile.

The little devil didn't make this, did she? I don't want to puke again.

I look at the bowl warily, taking it into my hands. Lifting my utensil, I take a spoonful and cautiously bring it to my lips. Slurping the contents into my mouth, it burns my tongue in the process of swallowing.

"It's too hot," I push the bowl back into her hands. The look on her face resembled one of disappointment.

Oh damn it, did I say something wrong?

Not wanting her to look upset anymore, I quickly say something to cheer her up. "But it was good. It's just too hot."

She smiles, that beautiful expression that lights up my world. I always want her to smile, but only for me.

I'm already getting so possessive over her, and we're not even together. I guess I am an Uchiha, through and through.

[Name] sits down close to the bed, and for the rest of the day she takes care of me like a mother would do to her child. Or, a girlfriend would do for her boyfriend.

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A/N: holy balls this was long. and to think i cranked this out in one day. so many or all of you want a chapter about Sasuke figuring out that phone girl and reader-chan are the same girl. that's next chapter love buttons (or i'm hoping it'll be next chapter). i'm really tired peeps, so imma stay up a little longer. buh bye! love you to pieces!

*I feel like I rushed this chapter...eh whatever!