Just Another Price
Title: Just another price
Series: xxxHolic
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Theme: Guilt
Rating: PG
Word Count: 365
He awoke in his room at the shop and couldn’t stop the flow of tears.
“I thought you’d made peace with this, Watanuki.” Yuuko murmured softly from the door.
“I just realized something is all.” He sniffled, pulling himself into a sitting position on the futon.
“About Doumeki?” she asked, sitting on the floor next to him.
“What makes you think it’s about that jerk?!” he demanded, wiping furiously at his face. “Besides, it all his fault!”
“What is?” the witch asked, forcing the amusement from her voice.
“That he- that he sees too much. About me, I mean. He knows. He’s knows something’s wrong, and he’s working his way up to asking about it.” Watanuki stammered out.
“So?”
“And he just… he just cares about my well-being, and he won’t take anything but the truth as an answer.”
“So?” she asked again.
“And he deserves the truth. I owe him that much, at least.”
“But when he asks, you’re not going to tell him.” Yuuko stated, watching the boy closely.
“No, I’m not. I won’t.” Kimihiro replied, pulling his knees up to his chest.
“Why?”
“If he understands- if he knows, then maybe he’ll think that all his suffering was for nothing.” The teen said softly, burying his face in his knees.
“You know he won’t think that, Watanuki.” Yuuko chided gently. “So what are you really worried about?”
“He can’t save me from this.” Kimihiro blurted out and looked up at her. “And knowing that- it’ll hurt him too much. He can’t ever know, Yuuko-san. I have to protect him this time.”
“This is your wish, Watanuki. Your guilt at having to lie to him is the price you have to pay.” She told him, fighting to keep from reaching out to him. There was no room for sympathy in this moment, no way to fight the rules that came with her position.
“I know. I accept it.” He whispered brokenly as the tears started anew. “I just don’t like it.”
Then her role as wish granter was fulfilled for the moment, and she softly stroked his hair by way of comfort, as it was the only thing she could give for free.
Series: xxxHolic
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Theme: Guilt
Rating: PG
Word Count: 365
He awoke in his room at the shop and couldn’t stop the flow of tears.
“I thought you’d made peace with this, Watanuki.” Yuuko murmured softly from the door.
“I just realized something is all.” He sniffled, pulling himself into a sitting position on the futon.
“About Doumeki?” she asked, sitting on the floor next to him.
“What makes you think it’s about that jerk?!” he demanded, wiping furiously at his face. “Besides, it all his fault!”
“What is?” the witch asked, forcing the amusement from her voice.
“That he- that he sees too much. About me, I mean. He knows. He’s knows something’s wrong, and he’s working his way up to asking about it.” Watanuki stammered out.
“So?”
“And he just… he just cares about my well-being, and he won’t take anything but the truth as an answer.”
“So?” she asked again.
“And he deserves the truth. I owe him that much, at least.”
“But when he asks, you’re not going to tell him.” Yuuko stated, watching the boy closely.
“No, I’m not. I won’t.” Kimihiro replied, pulling his knees up to his chest.
“Why?”
“If he understands- if he knows, then maybe he’ll think that all his suffering was for nothing.” The teen said softly, burying his face in his knees.
“You know he won’t think that, Watanuki.” Yuuko chided gently. “So what are you really worried about?”
“He can’t save me from this.” Kimihiro blurted out and looked up at her. “And knowing that- it’ll hurt him too much. He can’t ever know, Yuuko-san. I have to protect him this time.”
“This is your wish, Watanuki. Your guilt at having to lie to him is the price you have to pay.” She told him, fighting to keep from reaching out to him. There was no room for sympathy in this moment, no way to fight the rules that came with her position.
“I know. I accept it.” He whispered brokenly as the tears started anew. “I just don’t like it.”
Then her role as wish granter was fulfilled for the moment, and she softly stroked his hair by way of comfort, as it was the only thing she could give for free.