Gackt ran his hand lightly along the banister as he slowly made his way down the stairs.  He hadn’t left his bed for anything but a quick run to the bathroom for the past week and he could feel his joints creaking under the added stress of keeping the rest of his body upright. 

 

Reaching the bottom, he rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen.  He ran a hand through his matted hair just as Cha poked his head out of the pantry.  “Oh my God, it’s alive.  Quick – go to the grocery store.”

 

The other man blinked at the guitarist who quickly disappeared back into the pantry.  “Grocery store?  Why?”

 

“Because you have no food,” Cha answered, pouting dramatically around the edge of the door that separated them.

 

“Cha’s been surviving the past week on a diet of nothing but graham crackers and energy drinks,” You explained as he came up behind Gackt and helped him into a chair at the kitchen table. 

 

“Why didn’t you go then, if the food was so horrible?”

 

“Because You wouldn’t let me drive your car.”  The pantry door closed and Cha popped one of the rectangle crackers into his mouth for emphasis before turning and walking into the adjacent living room.

 

“Well, you could have gone…” Gackt said to You, rubbing his temple.

 

“He wouldn’t leave your bedside, you selfish punk!” Cha shouted from the other room.

 

You flushed and suddenly found something extremely interesting on the kitchen table.  Gackt looked at him with his still-fevered eyes and smiled.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

 

“I was worried about you,” the other said with a shrug.

 

“Well…now I’m fine, just a little tired.  So you can go to the grocery store and buy Cha some decent food.”