A/N: So after @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak and I discussed how Damian found out about his gluten intolerance, we essentially planned an entire multichapter fic about it - and so I’m writing it! Here is part one, get ready for angst, pain and just general torture of 14 year old Damian (and fucking snarky 12 y/o Jude). I hope you enjoy ~ more will follow in days to come!
“Damian, Damian!” A hand shook his shoulder roughly and
he opened his eyes blearily to see his mother looking down at him, frustration
on her face.
“Mmmm…. What?” He mumbled, moving slightly in bed to get
away from his mum’s hand.
“It’s quarter past eight!” She replied briskly. “You need
to get up, you’re going to be late for school.”
“Alright, alright…” He placated, moving his cosy bed
covers away from his face.
“I thought you wanted a shower this morning,” she’d begun
to move to the door.
“I did…” Damian said, sitting up in his bed and feeling
that sudden woozy sensation which accompanies moving too quickly.
“You’re not going to have enough time,” she shook her
head, “you’ll just have to put up with it for a day. Come on, out of bed! I’ll
put the kettle on so you can have a cup of coffee before you leave!”
“Okay,” he rubbed his hand across his face as his mum
left his bedroom. He was just so tired… He
couldn’t explain it either; he’d gone to bed relatively early and hadn’t done
any extra study or anything. He knew that being in fourth year, with the
imminent reality of exams which could make or break his future, was going to be
tough, but he hadn’t thought it would be this
“I’m not hearing any movement!” His mum called from
“Alright!” He shouted, and dragged himself out of bed. He
couldn’t explain why he felt so tired… It wasn’t just tonight either, but for
the past couple of weeks he’d felt like he was teetering on the edge of
exhaustion – and despite knowing his goal of getting in to study medicine, he
hadn’t quite been able to make his brain do what he wanted… He felt like
weights had been stitched under his skin as he dragged on his school uniform.
His mum had left him a mug of coffee and a slice of toast
on the counter, but he couldn’t face taking more than a few bites while downing
his cup of coffee.
“Good morning sleeping beauty!” Jude smirked and make a
mock curtsey towards Damian, before picking his own slice of toast up.
“Shut up,” Damian replied curtly, placing his mug into
the dishwasher. “Hurry up, we need to leave in two minutes.”
“Says the boy who got out of bed ten minutes ago!” Jude
scoffed with his mouth full, but Damian chose to ignore him and headed to clean
In the whiter light of the bathroom Damian was confronted
by how awful he looked – his skin pale, and dark circles bloomed underneath his
eyes. He tried to ignore looking at himself in the mirror as he rapidly cleaned
his teeth, then grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Jude was
standing at the bottom of the stairs, ready to go.
“Come on, let’s go,” Jude jostled impatiently while
Damian set their house alarm.
“Hold your horses!” Damian snapped as he fished his key
out from his bag and locked the door.
The morning was crisp and bright, the sun was low as they
walked down their road and turned along the main road towards the end of the
street that Cain and Eden lived in. In the morning light, Damian could see the
white blonde hair of his best mate. Jude had sped up to meet Eden, and the two
of them were already quarter of the way up the hill before Damian even made it
“You alright?” Cain asked as Damian caught him and the
two began making their way up to the school.
“Yeah…” Damian said. “You?”
“Yeah,” Cain nodded. “How did you find the maths
Damian’s heart skipped a beat, and he clapped his hand to
his forehead with considerable force. Cain was looking at him strangely, his
“I totally forgot!” If it was possible for him to feel
any worse then this would be the moment, but he already felt so weighed down
that it was impossible to grind him down anymore.
“That’s not like you…” Cain commented, his eyebrows
raised. “Were you busy last night?”
“Kind of,” Damian lied, running his hands through his
hair. “I’ll have to do it during registration.” He couldn’t believe that had
slipped his mind, but being so tired it felt like things were slipping from his
brain in a manner beyond his control.
The loud, boisterous chatter in his registration class
made it nigh impossible for him to concentrate on the simultaneous equations he
should have solved last night. Cain was trying not to seem worried, because
he’d never been in this situation; he’d watched other classmates frantically
trying to finish homework but never Damian… He couldn’t help but notice that
his friend’s face looked a little waxy, maybe ill – but Damian was the last
person you could suggest the possibility of being ill to, he’d simply ignore
any comments until Cain gave up trying.
“How are you getting on?” Cain asked, aware that the bell
to signify the start of their first period was imminent.
“I’m – nearly – done,” Damian finished with a flourish,
then sank his head down onto his arm.
“Are you okay?” Cain was slightly alarmed by this action
as it was so out of character for his friend. Slowly Damian raised his head, he
didn’t look okay.
“Just tired,” Damian shrugged, although apart from the
lingering tiredness that had been around since he woke up, there was a strange
discomfort in his abdomen. He wasn’t quite sure whether that was because he’d
only had three bites of toast along with his coffee, or for another reason.
The bell rang, interrupting Cain’s ability to question
further as he’d risen immediately. Cain didn’t sit next to Damian in maths, but
he couldn’t help but cast anxious glances over in his direction. Damian really
didn’t look at all well – his eyes were glazed over and Cain could tell that he
wasn’t concentrating on hi work which was most unlike him.
From the position Cain sat, he could see Damian’s hand at
his stomach and a grimace on his pale face. Perhaps he was coming down with
something? Cain barely managed to focus on his own work as he thought over what
might be going on with his friend. What if he really was burning himself out?
Cain had joked about that with Damian for as long as he’d known him, but he’d
never considered that it might happen. As they left class for break Cain
couldn’t quite decide whether to say anything, but before he got the chance
Damian said something about going to physics a bit early and disappeared.
Damian felt like he was being dragged, suspended through
treacle, as time went so slowly, and he was so tired. By the time he’d gotten
through physics by the skin of his teeth, and sat next to the radiator in his
English class he was ready to give up. He wanted to go home, his stomach felt
weird and he couldn’t tell whether he was overheating because he had been sat
next to the radiator or for another reason. Then he saw Cain’s face at lunch
time, and he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject of wanting to go home.
“Are you coming to the art room for lunch?” Cain
questioned; one of the teacher’s opened their room for some people to study in,
and the two of them sometimes went along. Damian weighed it up in his head, he
could have a bit of rest for an hour and maybe eat something to bring his blood
sugar back up; then he could reassess whether he wanted to go home or not.
“Yeah, okay,” Damian nodded. He followed Cain along to the
art studio, perching on one of the high stools and resisting the urge to put
his head down onto the table straight away. Watching Cain unpacking his art
stuff from his folder, Damian pulled out the Tupperware box that his mum had
packed his lunch into. He didn’t recall a time when his usual ham sandwich had
looked more unappealing, but he took a bite anyway, telling himself that it’d
make him feel better.
“Are you alright?” Cain asked, normally Damian would have
some of his work spread out on the table while Cain sketched.
“Yeah,” Damian answered, although his jaw felt like it
was wired shut as he tried to chew on his sandwich.
“Are you sure?” Cain persisted. “You’ve been kinda quiet
and off all day – I mean, normally you’d be trying to explain to me how sine
waves work in physics or something…”
“I’m just tired that’s all…” Damian passed it off. “What
are you drawing?”
Cain pursed his lips for a second, then seemed to accept
Damian’s explanation and began to talk about shading or something while Damian
tried really hard to pay attention.
He didn’t bother with the second half of his sandwich,
but sipped on his bottle of water, but barely ten minutes later he felt like
his stomach was expanding. He tried to shift the waistband of his school
trousers, but there was nowhere he could move it to that didn’t hurt. He placed
his head in his hand and took some deep breaths in through his nose, and when
that didn’t help he wrapped his free arm around his stomach.
“Damian?” Suddenly Cain’s voice was right next to him and
he felt Cain’s hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel good…” Damian whispered honestly, only then
realising that he’d closed his eyes. “Brrruuuurp!
Oh! Excuse me…” The deep belch broke past his lips before he could stop it
and his hand sprang to his mouth.
“I thought you were looking off… Do you feel sick?” Cain
questioned, Damian nodded slightly – he wasn’t quite sure how to explain the
strange puffy sensation inside his abdomen. “Come on, I think we should go to
“Just – buuurp – give
me a minute please…” Damian requested, then he heard Cain packing his stuff up
“Let’s get you home,” Cain coaxed him off the stool, “I’ll
carry your bag, you just have to walk, okay?”
“Thanks Cain,” Damian muttered, the weird sensation in
his stomach causing more pressure every second.
Got pictures of the yukatas I made for Jude and Emil for Aselia back from @crystalseraphimcosplay today! I put a lot of work into these, so I’m happy to have pictures of them! Thank you Christa and Lindsey!