Um, I make many stories lately ne? ^^;; but this one is a one- shot fic, so you don't have to wait for the next chapter, but you should leave a comment.
AU fic, Kuroro doesn't kill Kurapika's tribe, but they still hate each other. And I'm sorry if you find Kurapika and Kuroro a bit OOC, I mean, like shouting all the time or cursing all the time and others, please tolerate it ^^
This fic is inspired by 'If it wasn't for you', a Slam Dunk fic with Hanamichi and Rukawa as the pairing, but you know, the story is completely different so don't accuse me for copying the story, because I don't.
Genre: humor
Summary: one day.. Kurapika had fallen ill, and Kuroro, with all his hate, was forced to take care of him. Will something terrible happen?
Disclaimer: I don't own Hunter X Hunter

Sick Time
[by Asagi Tsuki]

A teenage blonde was lying on his futon, staring at the ceiling above him. He huffed all the time, and white clod of mist appeared every time he breathed. He caught a cold yesterday because of running home through the rain even if his friends say that he should not do so.

He closed his eyes, trying to compose his breath, but it was useless. He stretched and turned around to face the door, he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday night and now his stomach are growling. 'Good, just the perfect thing to make things worse,' he grumbled silently.

He thought that he should just sleep to help him pass time and forgot about his hunger, he stretched once again and then drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile..

"For God's sake I won't do that!" a raven haired man was shouting at his companions, "Why should I do that anyway!?" he protested on the idea his companion gave him.

"But danchou, we don't have any assignments this week and you're free," a big guy, actually the one who suggested the idea of his danchou taking care of his worst enemy first, said as he sat cross-armed and cross-legged.

"Yeah, you're not free then?" Kuroro, the danchou, replied sarcastically and snorted, "I'm in the same state as you all, if you all don't have to do that, then I won't,"

"What do you mean? Don't you see we're super busy here?" a spiky blue haired girl denied as she busied herself by looking all over a blank paper she disguised as a document. "I don't know we have and -need- documents," was the reply from the danchou, he emphasized the word 'need' while glaring at the paper.

"Me too, I must buy some ammunitions for my gun," another woman said as she walked out of the building, acting like she wanted to buy some ammunition. "Her nen gun does need ammunitions?" the danchou asked confusedly.

"What? What's the idea about? What are you supposed to do danchou? What-" a girl with eyeglasses asked many things, and before she could continue, the other closed her mouth and ask her just to sit and watch.

"Anyone want to play cards with me?" a maniac clown asked as he laughed maniacally and all the people present in the secret base shuddered simultaneously. "No thanks," they replied.

"I'm having a promise with someone and surely will not break it," a brunette said as he activated his cell phone and typed a SMS, sent it and said, "Now, I'll just have to wait for the reply," actually, he sent it to his own cell phone so the reply will never come.

Then sound came from the guy's cell phone, "What's that, Shalnark?" "The delivery report, never mind that," he grinned as he lied.

".." Was the reply from a bandaged man, and the other decided just to ignore him like what they did to the maniac clown who is still laughing maniacally as he played his cards.

"I have to copy these things," a guy/girl with face covered by his/her own hair said and walked towards some boxes, and then activated his/her nen, he/she looked like he/she was copying the goods inside the boxes, but he/she actually was copying the boxes because nothing was inside the boxes.

"I have to train with Nobunaga, Ubo and Feitan," a guy with no eyebrows and the mentioned one walked over to a room that was supposedly the training room, but they turned without anyone noticing to the dining room.

"I have to take care of our secret base and Shizuku," a Frankenstein-like guy said as he sat near the mentioned girl, then, the spiky blue haired girl put down the paper for a moment, "That means, you're the one who should go!"

"Hey, but..!" Kuroro tried to deny, but the others pushed him out of the secret base, "Good luck!"

"You'll regret it for kicking out your danchou!" he cursed as he started to walk away.

"We don't kick you! We 'push' you!" the others replied from inside.

"Whatever!"

'Hm, they don't even tell me his address, what are they thinking about anyway?' he grumbled mentally as he looked back and forth, searching for an ugly hut he addressed as the chain- guy's home, but the house is nowhere to be seen there.

'Did I take the wrong turn at the intersection? Probably not,' he thought and he continued searching, even if he DID take the wrong turn.

An hour later..

'Damn you chain-guy! You make me busy when I should be not!' he had been walking for an hour and the path he took turn out to be the path that lead to the right way, good for him.

He then noticed a quite small house and quickly address it as the chain-guy's home, "Hello, is there anybody home?" his voice echoed through the wooden hall, but came no reply so he entered the house to search all over it.

He slide open a door and found the chain-guy lying in his futon quietly, "UWAAAAA!!!!!!!! HEY! You shouldn't have surprised me!" he shouted angrily.

"Oh, God, he's asleep, well, anyway, what should I do now?" he mumbled to himself, and then a pillow smacked his head from behind.

"Anyone who dare to disturb my nap shall pay!" (he sounds like Rukawa ne? ^^) shouted the angry blonde as he held another pillow, ready to knock Kuroro down.

"Hey! Who disturb your nap!?" Kuroro protested as he rubbed the back of his head, "I don't wake you up!"

"Oh, so who shouts just now? A lost monkey?" the blonde replied sarcastically as he glared to Kuroro, "Or perhaps a nuts who thought my house is his?"

"Oh, the former and the latter are good," Kuroro replied sarcastically too, picking up the pillow used to smack him before.

And they had a pillow fight until noon.

At noon..

"I think we should stop this childish fight," Kuroro said calmly, trying to compose his anger and trying to sound wise.

"Oh? So why do you still hold the pillow?" the blonde mocked him.

"None of your business," he let go of the pillow and it landed on the tatami quietly.

"Go away, I wanna get some sleep," the blonde said as he tried to expel the older guy and tried to get some sleep, he pulled the futon and lay on it.

"I'll make some porridge then," Kuroro said as he walked out of the room.

"What for?" the blonde asked as he frowned a bit.

"For you to eat," he replied, thinking that maybe he should add some poison or things like that into the porridge.

"You don't need to, I know what are you thinking," the blonde said, "I'll cook it by myself later," he continued, holding his head which really ached right now because of migraine.

"Hm? You can read what people think?" Kuroro asked disbelievingly.

"No, but at least I can read," he replied nonchalantly, "It says 'thinking that maybe he should add some poison or things like that into the porridge' up there,"

"Oh, but what if I persist?" he asked, continuing forward to the kitchen, unfortunately, he didn't know the way to the kitchen so he forcedly ask the blonde.

The blonde explained half-heartedly, because he once again was disturbed from his nap, and drifted back to sleep, oblivious about what he had explained.

Actually, Kuroro didn't think about 'is there any poison in the chain-guy's home' before, so he cooked it and tried to make it the worst porridge ever.

The kitchen exploded half an hour later, this made the blonde woke up and rushed to the kitchen hurriedly, wanting to know what's wrong with the kitchen, who knows a terrorist strike in and set a bomb there.

But what he found was only a full-of-porridge Kuroro, the very- messed-up kitchen and porridge spilling all over the kitchen, this looked like a nightmare to the blonde.

"KISAMA! What have you done to my kitchen!? I thought I said I will cook it by myself!"

"But my fellow members ask me to! Blame them not me!" Kuroro defended himself.

"Go away, I'll cook it by myself," the blonde sighed and cooked the porridge all by himself, leaving the kitchen in a mess.

"Then I'll just do the laundry," Kuroro replied, of course being offended, and he headed to the terrace where the laundry is hung and where the washing machine is.

"Hey, don't! You'll make the color fade!"

"What do you mean by that!? I know how to wash clothes! Take that back!" Kuroro replied angrily at the blonde.

"Well, have you actually wash clothes, even once? I suppose this is the first time you doing laundry," the blonde said while he stood and crossed his arms.

"Well, yeah," Kuroro admitted his defeat, "But it still worth a try," he said and headed to the terrace.

"Hey, I said don't!"

"Okay, so put the clothes in,"

"You're inserting the quilts in the washing machine not the clothes," the blonde stared at him and shook his head.

"No comment!"

"Okay, just continue with the work, I'm supervising you here,"

"You're supervising me? Then why do you stand on the balcony of the second floor? Not here?"

"I'm afraid you with your stupidity will make the machine explodes," the blonde sighed, "You and your stupidity.."

"I'm not stupid!"

"Oh yeah, you're not stupid, you're genius, making porridge with explosive power, what a genius you are,"

"Is that an insult or a flattery?" Kuroro glared upwards to the balcony and to the blonde.

"Better watch the washing machine," the blonde shook his head and entered the house.

"Eh?" he looked puzzled and stared at the washing machine, oblivious that he had set the washing machine incorrectly.

The washing machine exploded afterwards because of overload, incorrect settings and incorrect amount of water, detergent, and others.

"So this is what he means, stupid chain-guy," he cursed.

Meanwhile,

The blonde ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "He explodes the washing machine, the stove, the pot, the kitchen, and.. oh my, I'll suffer a severe deficit after he comes home," he walked to his room.

"I'll tidy up the house now," Kuroro said to the blonde who is currently calculating how much deficit would he suffer.

"WHAT!?" the blonde turned to him, wide-eyed.

"What's wrong with that?"

"After exploding the terrace and the kitchen now you want to explode my house!? What kind of terrorist are you!? Silent terrorist!?" he shouted angrily.

"Well, yes I am,"

"Go away!"

"I won't do that until I explode this house," he replied and shrugged, then he walked off to find a broom, believe that a broom can actually made a house explode? Maybe not, but nothing is impossible for Kuroro now.

"I'll just go stay with Gon after this," the blonde sighed inwardly and laid his head on the table.

First, because of technical error, Kuroro made the floor crack, how can that be? Nothing logical can explain that.

And now he is mopping the floor.

As he mopped the floor, the floor started to burn slightly and melt until it was nowhere to be seen.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What are you doing to the floor!?" shouted the blonde as he almost stepped on the invincible floor.

"I mopped it!"

"What do you use to mop the floor!?"

"I use carbolic acid!"

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, with you and stupidity you might take the sulfuric acid instead of the carbolic acid,"

"You mean..?"

"I think my guess is right ne?"

"Well, maybe it is," Kuroro shrugged.

"Get out of my house before my house disappears because of you!" the blonde shouted angrily as he dragged Kuroro and kicked him out through the window.

"You'll pay for doing this to me!"

"Whatever!"

"I can't.. take this anymore," he sighed and fell to the floor, I mean the ground because the floor already disappeared, because of exhaustion.

~Owaru

My first shot at humor, so please go easy on me, I hope you like this story. And to Yomi-san, this is a one-shot fanfic, so you don't have to wait for chapters, but.. If you don't want to review this it's okay, I'm not forcing.
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