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windchijmesTitle of work : Chibi Kisses - 7 - Visiting Heero
Genre : Gen, Fluff
Rating : G (General)
Warnings : Pure fluff and cutesiness.
Summary : Little Heero is miserably sick. But the other boys drop by to visit him and make him feel better.
Large twilight-blue eyes stared miserably at the bowl of chicken broth. Drinking it three mornings in a row was enough to make him feel peeved and sullen that he had to drink it a fourth morning. Plus, he couldn't go to school yet - again. And that made him want to kick something.
"Heero…" his mummy's tone was patient, but this morning it sounded long-suffering too. "Sweetie, your throat is still sore, isn't it? The broth's good for you."
He hated being sick, and he had been sick for nearly a week. It was only two days ago that he actually got better, and could actually taste his food. But oh, his throat was still sore and he was stuck with the broth. Looking up at his mummy, Heero shook his head even more miserably.
"Heero."
Face wrinkling up like a really sour prune, the little boy picked up the bowl of dreaded broth and began drinking. There was no way around it. He managed to finish it several gulps, and with quite a feeling of accomplishment, he showed his mummy his now-empty bowl. She smiled back at him, mostly in relief, but there was also a twinkle in her eyes that told him she was planning something.
"Now, you'd have be good and go and rest. No running around. If you're good, I have a surprise for you."
This thought brought his good cheer flooding back. Excusing himself and trying to dodge his mother's hair-ruffling without success, he headed straight to his bedroom. He liked his bedroom very much, with its warm blue and cream colours and his nice futon right in the centre of the room. He had posters of various action heroes from the anime he watched, but these he kept carefully rolled up in scrolls. However, his most prized possessions were actually models of mechs that he painstakingly built from scratch by following the instruction manuals. Now he took his mechs off the shelves and began fiddling with them, pretending they were real and could do battle like they do in the anime.
He did not know how long he played with his mechs, but he began to tire of them. For a week, he had been doing nothing but the same things every day. Sighing, he rolled over onto his tummy and picked up the book he had started reading yesterday. It was an interesting one about the big cats — lions, panthers, leopards, jaguars and his favourite, the cheetahs. He was amazed that they could run so fast, and so gracefully. But soon...he got tired of even his favourite cats. Besides, the words were starting to make his head swim.
Crawling onto his futon, Heero plonked himself back onto that plump softness. He was so bored. He hadn't seen his friends in days, and he missed all of them, especially his classmates. Trowa was allowed to visit to bring him his homework from school, but he couldn't stay long that day he came. Heero curled himself into one pillow and tucked his face into one pointy edge of the cover. It tickled him but he liked it. He thought about his mummy's surprise, and grinned to himself.
Then he heard it.
The doorbell ringing, and his mummy opening the door.
Visitors!
Heero sat up quickly, his ears straining to hear the muffled choral of voices. At first, he couldn't make anything out above the exchanges of greetings and laughter. Then, one of the voices started to sound really, really familiar...and a smile lit up Heero's face. That same voice got clearer as it travelled up the stairs, accompanied by the rapid patter of little feet.
Quickly, Heero fell back onto his bed and resumed his head-tucked-into pillow position. Then he closed his eyes, and just in time too, for there came a soft thud against his bedroom door. Heero watched through the tiniest slit of his vision to see what would happen next. Slowly, he saw his doorknob turning, hesitantly and awkwardly as though whoever was trying to open his door couldn't *quite* do it. But the doorknob finally did turn fully and the door slid open.
The black, round head appeared first, then there was that round little face with its huge, black eyes and perky nose. And finally, a small bow of beaming mouth.
"Heeeero..." a bright, chirpy voice greeted.
Heero kept his eyes closed, but it was hard trying to keep the smile off his face. Already he realised just how much he had missed that cute voice and even cuter little boy that belonged to that voice. Obviously, Fei-fei had been allowed by their mothers to head up the stairs and visit Heero, and was very gleeful about it. With quite an admirable effort, Heero just managed to keep up his pretence of slumber. He sensed the sudden hesitation from his little friend and he peeped again.
Little Fei-fei was standing near the doorway, although he was already in the room. He was wearing a baby-blue outfit Heero had seen on him before. In his arms, he held the sweetest-looking panda plushie that was almost as big as himself! Suddenly looking adorably shy and so unlike his usual boisterous self, Fei-fei took a few steps toward Heero, then stopped as though he was simply unsure how to respond to a sleeping Heero.
"Heeerrrrooo…...?" Fei-fei said in a tiny voice.
Heero affected a sigh and tucked his head further into the pillow, so he wouldn't break into a grin.
Again a few steps forward on his little feet and Fei-fei was almost at the futon. Dropping to his knees, the boy gave his panda plushie a little hug, before setting it aside. Then, he began crawling towards Heero on all fours, still hesitant like he was afraid to disturb Heero. His head reached Heero first; Heero felt that soft bump against his shoulder. It felt like a little puppy butting him.
"Heeeerrooo...wakeup...Heeerrroo..."
This time, Heero felt a soft, chubby palm patting him on his cheek.
"Heeerrrooo…heerosick?"
Heero decided to spare the little one any more confusion. Sitting up without warning, he let out a loud whoop, which was immediately followed by an answering squeal of surprise from Fei-fei. Then Heero bear-hugged the little boy and cuddled the warm, wriggling mass until Fei-fei was shrieking with laughter.
"Heerotrickme!" Fei-fei accused once he had managed to struggle free from his not-much-older captor. He stuck his tongue out at Heero, then turned his attention back to his neglected plushie and hugged it.
Heero tried not to laugh as he leaned back onto his pillow. He was feeling much better already, and he was glad his mummy gave him a surprise that he would like so much, especially since it was in the form of kawaii, round Fei-fei. "What's his name?" Heero asked.
Fei-fei beamed at that question, quite forgetting he was still supposed to be angry. "Maomao," he declared, resting one rosy cheek against the softness of his plushie. "FeifeiteachMaomao,"
"Really?" Heero smiled and reached out to caress the toy. Then, he tickled Fei-fei's cheek and the little one giggled. "What did you teach him?"
"TheEskimoooo...kiss," Fei-fei said proudly, and proceeded to demonstrate the effectiveness of his teaching by leaning into his panda's fat black-and-white face and rubbing his nose against the pert, black knobble of Maomao's nose. Then, obviously pleased with himself, Fei-fei turned to Heero. "NowHeerogiveFeifeiEskimokisstoooo..."
Heero thought about it, then shook his head.
"Whyyyy..." Fei-fei pouted in familiar childish petulance.
"Because I'm still sick," Heero explained. Actually, he wasn't sick anymore, just not fully recovered, but it was better not to risk any chance of Fei-fei catching the flu bug from him.
"Heerostillsick?" Fei-fei's black eyes rounded in wonder. "Where?" Once again he set aside the plushie and proceeded to crawl right onto the futon itself. He leaned over Heero. "Here?" With this, he laid a chubby palm on Heero's forehead as though he was checking Heero's temperature.
It felt like somehow Fei-fei was suddenly the doctor and Heero his patient, what with Fei-fei looking so doctor-like as he very carefully felt for Heero's sickness in the forehead. After a while, the little one nodded sagely, then withdrew his hand. "Hot," he said solemnly. "Heerosick..."
Heero was just going to smile and tell his little friend that he wasn't really that sick, when he noticed the growing distress on Fei-fei's face. Not only was Fei-fei's mouth dangerously turned down, but it was also trembling like he was really trying not to cry. Obviously he must have truly believed that something terrible had befallen Heero, even if it was beyond his comprehension what kind of sickness it was.
But before Heero could spring into his put-things-right mode, Fei-fei actually beat him to it this time. Head turning this way and that, Fei-fei finally picked up his panda plushie and held it out to Heero. "FeifeimakeHeerobetter," he said bravely.
Following that, Heero received a faceful of soft plushie, and realised that Fei-fei had just about plopped the whole toy onto him with the thought that a hug and a kiss from the panda would cure Heero. When the toy was lifted away, a rosy-cheeked and wide-eyed face was peering anxiously down at Heero.
"Heerobetter?"
Heero sat up with a smile. He had thought he would need to comfort Fei-fei in case he cried again, but it looked like the little one had outgrown his tears…for now. "Fei-fei's a good doctor," he praised the younger boy. "Fei-fei made Heero better."
As always, Fei-fei was quick to flash his dimpled grin. "I'magooddoctor," he beamed.
Heero was so caught up with the whole doctor playing, that he was surprised when there came a knock on his door. It opened and his mummy entered, smiling at both him and Fei-fei, and behind her was Fei-fei's mummy too.
"Mamee!" Fei-fei burst out when he saw his mother.
"Did you disturb Heero?" Mrs Chang questioned her precocious little son.
"Nooo..." Fei-fei said indignantly. "ImadeHeerobetter!"
Heero was more interested with the growing noise that still was outside his bedroom. It quite startled him to hear such a sudden crowd of voices. He could hear a lot of shuffling too, like there were people crowding the hallway outside. He was proven correct when a flood of boys just burst into his room. First were little Q-ball and lil' Duo, who honestly seemed more interested in Fei-fei with the way they shrieked and then fell all over the little black-eyed boy and his panda. Then it was Trowa, and he held a file under his arm which Heero guessed was homework. And lastly, the two oldest boys, who now looked a little less like gangly youths, and more like young men. Treize nodded at him with a slight hint of a smile, while Zechs was more amiable as he came up to Heero and affectionately ruffled his head.
Heero stared at all of them with a reddening face. He had been so glad for Fei-fei's company, but he had genuinely not anticipated the appearance of all of his friends like that! And it made him squirm to be the centre of everyone's attention.
"How are you, Heero?" Surprisingly, it was Treize who spoke first, and he did so with restrained friendliness that made Heero feel like he was being treated like an adult, and he liked it.
"Fine," Heero replied, cheeks still red but hopefully returning to the correct shade again. "Thank you."
"Remember to be careful of your health," Treize continued authoritatively. "Drink lots of water, eat your veggies, don't play in the rain — "
"What are you, Treize?" Zechs interrupted with some exasperation, and much good-natured amusement dancing in his blue eyes. "Heero's doctor?"
"I'mHeero'sdoctor!"
All eyes swivelled around to focus on the little round boy with his stubborn, lifted nose, and air of impetuousness. Fei-fei might be one of the youngest in the room, but certainly it mattered little to him.
"I'm Feifei's doctor!" Lil' Duo announced with no small amount of glee, probably thinking that this whole doctor business was another fun game.
"I'mnotsick!" Fei-fei looked mighty peeved that he should need a doctor — and one in the form of Lil' Duo too. But he soon forgot about Duo, turning instead to Q-ball, who was discovering the joys of squashing a panda plushie to bits. "You'rekillingMaomao!" Fei-fei howled as he lunged for his precious plushie.
Above the growing commotion from the three little best-friends and enemies, Trowa tried to get Heero's attention by waving the file. He had to resort to talking really loudly, almost yelling even, something the reticent little boy actually flushed. "Heero — your homework! We've started to do more difficult multiplication. Mr — "
It was really hard to be heard above the din.
"Mr Fielding," Heero filled in helpfully.
"Mr Fielding," Trowa rejoined. "He said you ask him for help with your sums. I can help too."
Heero nodded. "Thank you," he said, and because his words were completely drowned out by a sudden wail from a bullied Q-ball, he had to say them again. "THANK YOU!"
Watching it all with growing amusement, Treize and Zechs were both beginning to laugh. The situation was getting funny with three teeny kids squabbling and two little boys conversing about homework through shouting. Plus, the two young mothers who were also watching it all, except they were looking a little startled at the amount of noise that was reverberating around Heero's bedroom. Well...there were *seven* boys in the room after all!
"Maybe you should go take your tea, Mrs Yuy, Mrs Chang," Zechs suggested gently, though his lip was twitching like he was struggling not to burst out laughing.
"I second that," Treize agreed smoothly. "This," he gestured to the rest of the boys. "Will not be ending any time soon."
Mrs Yuy sighed in bemusement. Advice from the two teenagers actually sounded right to her ears right now. Well...the surprise visit was starting to look more like a zoo than anything else...but as long as Heero seemed so much happier and that was all too apparent as Heero traded school news with Trowa and both of them smiling long-sufferingly at any of the younger boys who came running to them for backup.
So, it was only Zechs and Treize who knew when the two mothers quietly exit the room, closing the door behind them, muffling the chorus of bright young voices, but hearing them in their hearts all the same.
~*~ fin ~*~
February 2004