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commandant) wrote2011-09-25 09:45 pm
commandant) wrote2011-09-25 09:45 pm
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A VISIT FROM IEMITSU (KHR FIC)
Summary: A ten year old Xanxus is sick and Iemitsu tries to make him cooperate.
Rating: PG
Characters: Xanxus, Iemitsu, Timoteo
"And that concludes my report," Iemitsu concluded, closing the folder in his hands, and letting out a deep sigh, his rigid posture slackening, as if suddenly relieved of a great burden. He looked across the desk at the ninth boss. His brow was furrowed in the expression of mild concern that was near always present on the older man's face. "Is there a problem, sir? The negotiations with the Tomaso went through, didn't they? You look troubled."
Timoteo nodded, "Everything went smoothly, as expected..." He sat hunched over in the intricately decorated chair behind his desk, littered with papers, along with several picture frames containing photographs of his sons and late wife. Other than that, the current head of the Vongola family's office was sparsely decorated. The architecture reflected the rest of the house, stately, dignified, and furnished in rich colors and delicately patterned walls that required little in the way of decoration. There was a bookshelf to the side of the door, and a stone bust of Vongola Ottavo, Timoteo's mother Daniela on the opposite side. Timoteo's desk was on the opposite side of the room, facing the door, and to his right was a large bay window, giving a lovely view of the setting sun over the grounds of the mansion.
Iemitsu couldn't shake the feeling that something was the matter, and went to what had become the recurring cause of the constant distress that seemed to plague the boss. "Is there a problem with Xanxus?" Ever since Timoteo had taken in the problematic child, he had seemed to age at a significantly quicker rate.
Timoteo sighed, rubbing his temples, "He's being... difficult about taking the medicine for his flu."
"I thought the staff seemed oddly un-terrorized when I arrived. Want me to see if I can talk some sense into him?" Iemitsu recognized that Timoteo's relatively passive nature was poorly equipped to dealing with the terror of a child that Xanxus was.
"You could try," Timoteo sighed, "He hasn't been getting much sleep so he's been more difficult to deal with than usual. I think he may have permanently scared off another maid the other day."
"Just leave it to me, alright? You look like you've been up for days, Nono." He got up, shooting Timoteo a smile. Knowing him, that may not have been too far from the truth.
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Iemitsu knocked gently on the door before entering the room. He pushed the door to the 10 year old's room open slowly. The room was bathed in a dim orange light from the setting sun, half obscured by the thin curtains covering the windows on the far side of the room, above a rarely used desk, the majority of the boy's tutors being scared off within a week of dealing with the child. The majority of the room was taken up by the large canopy bed, almost absurdly large for a child, but it was what Xanxus had wanted and thus what Timoteo allowed for him. Iemitsu walked over the small lump covered in sheets on the bed. He spoke softly as he gently nudged the lump with his hand, "Hey, you awake?"
It was a moment before he got a response in the form of a muffled grumble, and a few moments later the boy pulled the sheets off his head. His face was paler than usual and his cheeks were flushed with fever. Iemitsu could see in his eyes that he had not had much sleep. His face, always abnormally dour for a child his age, was set in a firm glower, "father sent you."
"He did. He tells me you haven't been taking your flu medicine." Iemitsu was careful with his tone. Xanxus was not a child to be won over with stern reprimanding. He smoothed out the disheveled sheets and sat down on the foot of the bed. "It'll make you feel a lot better, you know."
Xanxus let out a small huff, "I don't need it." He sat up, wobbling slightly, a defiant look on his face. "I-I'm fine," in a show to prove his statement, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and dropped onto the floor. He turned to look at Iemitsu, a victorious look on his face.
Iemitsu couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of this child, so very willful and proud, standing there staring at him in his lion patterned pajamas. Xanxus's moment of victory was short lived though, as he wobbled dangerously, Iemitsu catching him and sitting him back on the bed. "Don't hurt yourself, now."
"I don't want to take the medicine. It tastes bad." Xanxus folded his arms crossly, his expression conveying his staunch position on the matter.
Iemitsu considered this for a moment. It then occurred to him he had a perfect solution to this problem. "Is that all? Here," he pulled a flask from his coat pocket, adding some of its contents to the dose of medicine sitting on the bedside table, "Try this."
Xanxus tentatively took the glass, before downing the content in one go, the expression on his face immediately changing from one of wariness to horror, as he coughed and sputtered at the sharp bitter taste of the alcohol. Once he recovered, he shot Iemitsu an accusatory glance, "What was that!?"
Iemitsu grinned, "Vodka. Covered up the taste of the medicine, didn't it?" He pocketed the flask again, its mission having been completed. He stood up, taking a step away, as the look on the child's face suggested he was more than likely to take a swipe at him.
"Only because it tasted worse! Why would you want to drink something like that?" The child said, chucking the empty glass at Iemitsu's head, unfortunately his aim was not very good and it instead hit the opposing wall with a thunk, miraculously landing on the carpet unharmed.
"I'm sure it's something you'll come to appreciate once you're older, Xanxus." Iemitsu picked up the glass, carrying it into the adjoining washroom to rinse it out. He didn't intend for Timoteo to find out the exact means by which he had gotten Xanxus to take the medicine and knew the man would be too relieved to care to ask.
A look of realization passed over Xanxus's face, and he shouted to Iemitsu, "You mean it's that kind of drink only grown-ups are allowed to have?" This changed everything. Xanxus was always frustrated when at events he was never allowed to have the fancy looking drinks that his father and everyone else would drink. He instantly felt more sophisticated when Iemitsu confirmed that it was, in fact, that kind of drink.
"But this is a special case, alright?" Iemitsu walked back into the room, placing the glass back down on the table. "It's something special from Uncle Iemitsu for when you're sick." He gently ruffled Xanxus's hair, seeing the sedative affects of the alcohol already on the child's face.
Xanxus nodded, flopping back onto the piles of pillows on his bed. "I'm going to sleep now," he declared, a determined tone in his voice that elicited a smile from Iemitsu.
"That sounds like a good idea," He helped the ten year old get settled in under his covers, and stood up, walking to the door.
"Iemitsu... are you gonna be here tomorrow?"
Iemitsu turned, "'fraid not. But if you try to behave, I'll bring you something cool next time I'm here, alright? For my sake and for your father's sake, he worries about you, y'know."
There was silence for a minute. The relationship between Timoteo and Xanxus was tenuous at best, so Iemitsu knew he was pushing it. "I guess I can try," Xanxus finally responded.
Iemitsu let out a breath he didn't know was holding, "that's a boy. Get some sleep now. I'll see you in a few weeks." Iemitsu got nothing but a muffled 'night' as the child sunk into a mildly drunken sleep. He softly closed the door, feeling significantly more tired than he had ten minutes ago before entering the room. Such went all of his visits with Xanxus.
Rating: PG
Characters: Xanxus, Iemitsu, Timoteo
"And that concludes my report," Iemitsu concluded, closing the folder in his hands, and letting out a deep sigh, his rigid posture slackening, as if suddenly relieved of a great burden. He looked across the desk at the ninth boss. His brow was furrowed in the expression of mild concern that was near always present on the older man's face. "Is there a problem, sir? The negotiations with the Tomaso went through, didn't they? You look troubled."
Timoteo nodded, "Everything went smoothly, as expected..." He sat hunched over in the intricately decorated chair behind his desk, littered with papers, along with several picture frames containing photographs of his sons and late wife. Other than that, the current head of the Vongola family's office was sparsely decorated. The architecture reflected the rest of the house, stately, dignified, and furnished in rich colors and delicately patterned walls that required little in the way of decoration. There was a bookshelf to the side of the door, and a stone bust of Vongola Ottavo, Timoteo's mother Daniela on the opposite side. Timoteo's desk was on the opposite side of the room, facing the door, and to his right was a large bay window, giving a lovely view of the setting sun over the grounds of the mansion.
Iemitsu couldn't shake the feeling that something was the matter, and went to what had become the recurring cause of the constant distress that seemed to plague the boss. "Is there a problem with Xanxus?" Ever since Timoteo had taken in the problematic child, he had seemed to age at a significantly quicker rate.
Timoteo sighed, rubbing his temples, "He's being... difficult about taking the medicine for his flu."
"I thought the staff seemed oddly un-terrorized when I arrived. Want me to see if I can talk some sense into him?" Iemitsu recognized that Timoteo's relatively passive nature was poorly equipped to dealing with the terror of a child that Xanxus was.
"You could try," Timoteo sighed, "He hasn't been getting much sleep so he's been more difficult to deal with than usual. I think he may have permanently scared off another maid the other day."
"Just leave it to me, alright? You look like you've been up for days, Nono." He got up, shooting Timoteo a smile. Knowing him, that may not have been too far from the truth.
*********************************************
Iemitsu knocked gently on the door before entering the room. He pushed the door to the 10 year old's room open slowly. The room was bathed in a dim orange light from the setting sun, half obscured by the thin curtains covering the windows on the far side of the room, above a rarely used desk, the majority of the boy's tutors being scared off within a week of dealing with the child. The majority of the room was taken up by the large canopy bed, almost absurdly large for a child, but it was what Xanxus had wanted and thus what Timoteo allowed for him. Iemitsu walked over the small lump covered in sheets on the bed. He spoke softly as he gently nudged the lump with his hand, "Hey, you awake?"
It was a moment before he got a response in the form of a muffled grumble, and a few moments later the boy pulled the sheets off his head. His face was paler than usual and his cheeks were flushed with fever. Iemitsu could see in his eyes that he had not had much sleep. His face, always abnormally dour for a child his age, was set in a firm glower, "father sent you."
"He did. He tells me you haven't been taking your flu medicine." Iemitsu was careful with his tone. Xanxus was not a child to be won over with stern reprimanding. He smoothed out the disheveled sheets and sat down on the foot of the bed. "It'll make you feel a lot better, you know."
Xanxus let out a small huff, "I don't need it." He sat up, wobbling slightly, a defiant look on his face. "I-I'm fine," in a show to prove his statement, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and dropped onto the floor. He turned to look at Iemitsu, a victorious look on his face.
Iemitsu couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of this child, so very willful and proud, standing there staring at him in his lion patterned pajamas. Xanxus's moment of victory was short lived though, as he wobbled dangerously, Iemitsu catching him and sitting him back on the bed. "Don't hurt yourself, now."
"I don't want to take the medicine. It tastes bad." Xanxus folded his arms crossly, his expression conveying his staunch position on the matter.
Iemitsu considered this for a moment. It then occurred to him he had a perfect solution to this problem. "Is that all? Here," he pulled a flask from his coat pocket, adding some of its contents to the dose of medicine sitting on the bedside table, "Try this."
Xanxus tentatively took the glass, before downing the content in one go, the expression on his face immediately changing from one of wariness to horror, as he coughed and sputtered at the sharp bitter taste of the alcohol. Once he recovered, he shot Iemitsu an accusatory glance, "What was that!?"
Iemitsu grinned, "Vodka. Covered up the taste of the medicine, didn't it?" He pocketed the flask again, its mission having been completed. He stood up, taking a step away, as the look on the child's face suggested he was more than likely to take a swipe at him.
"Only because it tasted worse! Why would you want to drink something like that?" The child said, chucking the empty glass at Iemitsu's head, unfortunately his aim was not very good and it instead hit the opposing wall with a thunk, miraculously landing on the carpet unharmed.
"I'm sure it's something you'll come to appreciate once you're older, Xanxus." Iemitsu picked up the glass, carrying it into the adjoining washroom to rinse it out. He didn't intend for Timoteo to find out the exact means by which he had gotten Xanxus to take the medicine and knew the man would be too relieved to care to ask.
A look of realization passed over Xanxus's face, and he shouted to Iemitsu, "You mean it's that kind of drink only grown-ups are allowed to have?" This changed everything. Xanxus was always frustrated when at events he was never allowed to have the fancy looking drinks that his father and everyone else would drink. He instantly felt more sophisticated when Iemitsu confirmed that it was, in fact, that kind of drink.
"But this is a special case, alright?" Iemitsu walked back into the room, placing the glass back down on the table. "It's something special from Uncle Iemitsu for when you're sick." He gently ruffled Xanxus's hair, seeing the sedative affects of the alcohol already on the child's face.
Xanxus nodded, flopping back onto the piles of pillows on his bed. "I'm going to sleep now," he declared, a determined tone in his voice that elicited a smile from Iemitsu.
"That sounds like a good idea," He helped the ten year old get settled in under his covers, and stood up, walking to the door.
"Iemitsu... are you gonna be here tomorrow?"
Iemitsu turned, "'fraid not. But if you try to behave, I'll bring you something cool next time I'm here, alright? For my sake and for your father's sake, he worries about you, y'know."
There was silence for a minute. The relationship between Timoteo and Xanxus was tenuous at best, so Iemitsu knew he was pushing it. "I guess I can try," Xanxus finally responded.
Iemitsu let out a breath he didn't know was holding, "that's a boy. Get some sleep now. I'll see you in a few weeks." Iemitsu got nothing but a muffled 'night' as the child sunk into a mildly drunken sleep. He softly closed the door, feeling significantly more tired than he had ten minutes ago before entering the room. Such went all of his visits with Xanxus.