I wrote a mini donut.. Well, more like a donut hole.
Ahaha, I make myself laugh. XD It's way too early in the morning for me.
I wrote xxxHOLiC fic. Well, a drabble type thing really. I was aiming for 100 words but inspiration struck and I figured I haven't written much in such a long time that I'd let it lead me where it would. Can't say it's very good but it does have a flailing Watanuki. That's always good for a laugh or two. ;)
Postcard
PG, Slight Doumeki/Watanuki, no spoilers
Prompt #6 from hitsuzen_100, but I'm about 300 words over the limit. XD
"Oi." Doumeki spoke, finally having finished his lunch. Watanuki lamented being stuck with this idiot during his lunch period instead of his poor, cute, Himawari-chan who was probably off working hard on her lunch hour for her club.
"I HAVE A NAME, DAMN IT!"
"I'm going on vacation for a week." Doumeki responded, completely unfazed by Watanuki’s floundering outburst.
"Stupid! Why would I care?" Watanuki jabbed at Doumeki with his chopsticks, scowl plainly written on his face, before returning to his lunch.
"I'll send you a postcard."
"What? I don't want a postcard from you, you jerk!" Watanuki turned away from Doumeki and stabbed at his food, mumbling to himself all the while. "Hmph, who does that idiot think he is? Why would I want a stupid postcard from-"
"Hey."
"MY NAME IS NOT 'HEY' EITHER! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU-"
"Kimihiro." Watanuki's tirade was stopped pretty damn short by the long fingers caressing- no, holding his chin. Such an intimate touch served to shock the boy even more than hearing his name coming from his arch-enemy’s mouth, as evidenced by the fact that he allowed Doumeki to turn his head so that they were eye to eye. Watanuki's jaw was dropped and he swore he almost felt Doumeki’s thumb stroke his cheek as he gaped at the open and unreserved look on the other boy’s face.
"Uh..."
The tone in Doumeki’s voice would have further stunned Watanuki, if it hadn’t been for the words that came out of the taller boy’s mouth, "I'd like shrimp for lunch when I get back."
"… What!?” Watanuki was… well, livid. “I DON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Shaking off the hand on his chin, the boy was shaking with fury, fully intent on blaming the slight flush of his cheeks on his anger, he readied himself for an aural assault on that idiot, Doumeki.
He had only begun to gather his breath when he noticed he was sitting alone.
“You bastard! All you ever think about is food!” Watanuki yelled in Doumeki's direction, hands flailing wildly in the air. But his words came too late and could only sit and stare, and fume, at the other boy’s retreating form. Doumeki was already walking away, fingers in his ears to protect his poor hearing.
END
Unbeta'd, obviously, so if you see any glaringly wrong mistakes like overuse of comma's, as I'm usually good for a dozen of those or you just think it's stupid, feel free to point and laugh them out to me. Just, you know, be gentle with my tender ego. Thanks. ;)
I wrote xxxHOLiC fic. Well, a drabble type thing really. I was aiming for 100 words but inspiration struck and I figured I haven't written much in such a long time that I'd let it lead me where it would. Can't say it's very good but it does have a flailing Watanuki. That's always good for a laugh or two. ;)
Postcard
PG, Slight Doumeki/Watanuki, no spoilers
Prompt #6 from hitsuzen_100, but I'm about 300 words over the limit. XD
"Oi." Doumeki spoke, finally having finished his lunch. Watanuki lamented being stuck with this idiot during his lunch period instead of his poor, cute, Himawari-chan who was probably off working hard on her lunch hour for her club.
"I HAVE A NAME, DAMN IT!"
"I'm going on vacation for a week." Doumeki responded, completely unfazed by Watanuki’s floundering outburst.
"Stupid! Why would I care?" Watanuki jabbed at Doumeki with his chopsticks, scowl plainly written on his face, before returning to his lunch.
"I'll send you a postcard."
"What? I don't want a postcard from you, you jerk!" Watanuki turned away from Doumeki and stabbed at his food, mumbling to himself all the while. "Hmph, who does that idiot think he is? Why would I want a stupid postcard from-"
"Hey."
"MY NAME IS NOT 'HEY' EITHER! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU-"
"Kimihiro." Watanuki's tirade was stopped pretty damn short by the long fingers caressing- no, holding his chin. Such an intimate touch served to shock the boy even more than hearing his name coming from his arch-enemy’s mouth, as evidenced by the fact that he allowed Doumeki to turn his head so that they were eye to eye. Watanuki's jaw was dropped and he swore he almost felt Doumeki’s thumb stroke his cheek as he gaped at the open and unreserved look on the other boy’s face.
"Uh..."
The tone in Doumeki’s voice would have further stunned Watanuki, if it hadn’t been for the words that came out of the taller boy’s mouth, "I'd like shrimp for lunch when I get back."
"… What!?” Watanuki was… well, livid. “I DON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Shaking off the hand on his chin, the boy was shaking with fury, fully intent on blaming the slight flush of his cheeks on his anger, he readied himself for an aural assault on that idiot, Doumeki.
He had only begun to gather his breath when he noticed he was sitting alone.
“You bastard! All you ever think about is food!” Watanuki yelled in Doumeki's direction, hands flailing wildly in the air. But his words came too late and could only sit and stare, and fume, at the other boy’s retreating form. Doumeki was already walking away, fingers in his ears to protect his poor hearing.
END
Unbeta'd, obviously, so if you see any glaringly wrong mistakes like overuse of comma's, as I'm usually good for a dozen of those or you just think it's stupid, feel free to point and laugh them out to me. Just, you know, be gentle with my tender ego. Thanks. ;)