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Gikishou spent most of the day making sure that he didn't have anything that he needed but couldn't have. He was also always changing the rag to keep his forehead cool. "Hopefully, your fever will break soon."

Gikishou handed him the glass of water and rubbed his back. "Easy now, drink the water and just relax." He told him. He kissed his burning forehead lightly. "If possible, try to sleep. It helps your body recover."

Gikishou looked after him. "Would you like for me to read to you? I'm not that good, but it's better than nothing, right." He didn't want Kyo to wind up with a bad headache from reading. ((Can you make your posts a little longer? It's really hard to post what, to me, is an acceptable amount.))

"Gone with the wind? I dunno... I think my teacher had us read that..." He said, searching around the room for the book. He found a worn, beaten up copy under the bed. "Okay, I found it." He told him, pulling up a chair. "Any specific chapter, or just start from the beginning?" He asked him.

Gikishou found the first page and started reading aloud, stumbling over words and pronouncing some wrong. Writing had never been his best subject. It ranked alongside math in the most difficult subject for him. He was far more interested in history, where things were happening and change was created. New things shaped the world, and every class spoke of a new life or adventure. He also preferred science, where he got to learn about life and the different types, along with how they accomplished the ordeals of their daily life.

Gikishou glanced at his face before stopping short, looking down. "I'm sorry... h-here... if you want to read it, you shouldn't have to hear me mess things up." Embarrassment filled him. By trying to help, he was making things worse for Kyo. "Or maybe I can find a recording online? That could work. They'll be a lot better at it than I am." He forced a smile. "I'm an idiot when it comes to English."

Gikishou got up and kissed his forehead. "It's fine. What's the point of having me read if it doesn't help you? I want you to enjoy listening to someone reading something to you, especially if it's a book you really like." He told him gently. "It's not your fault, it's mine. I'm just not good with english."

He nodded. "Okay..." He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to come up with a story. He hesitantly began weaving a story about a man who decided to venture into a dangerous forest. It was an old superstition, that any man who came out alive from the forest was a man of great power, and should receive the title of lord. See, the man believed himself to be in love with a maiden in the village. She had a pretty face and a gentle temperament, but she loved shiny things and titles, and hadn't an ounce of sense in her. Still, he believed himself to be in love, and was determined to go into the forest, so that he could be granted lordship upon returning. If he had the title, then she would surely return his love. The plot twist, however, was that he unknowingly camped in the territory of a naga. The naga was prepared to kill him, but spared him only at his insisted begging and his oath not to speak of the naga to anyone. He got to know the naga and, finding him not only smart, but kind and helpful, saw that his love was misplaced. He was counted as 'dead' among the village after three years without returning to the village. He had decided to live out the rest of his days with the naga who had taken his heart.