FIC TIEM: DouWata
*ish actually having problems switching to the other account*
Anyway, since this fic is dedicated to Karu-chan after all, I think it would be better if I... place this here? *shrugs*
Fandom: XxxHolic
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Title: Crumble
Rating: K+
Genre: Angst
Note: For Karu-chan. Cheer up~ =] (Gomen if it didn't turn out fine though, I'm still- rather lacking familiarity with said fandom- but I <3 the 104 shipping this much~ *ish actually aiming for angsty!Watanuki ♥)
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“I’ll die like this, too- alone…” the huskiness of his voice seems to fade; the very meaning of his words cannot be grasped by even someone as he. The drizzle washes off the awareness of his being for a moment, leaving only the numbness of his soul- ignoring the dry coldness seeping in his skin. His eyes droop low at the helpless creature shivering under the weather, round onyx eyes staring back at him- pitying, pleading.
He narrows his eyes for a fleeting second- startled but indifferent. He smiles- a feigned but reassuring smile, and wonders if the look the animal was giving him reflects his own.
The downpour- light pitter-patters on his skin, almost always merciless but light, he thinks, and his chest hurts, every thought that enters his mind making his insides twist. It was unfair, he muses- but then he’d also consider: Nothing is fair.
Amid the sounds and splashes of rain and water he hears footsteps- familiar, every step he takes has always been silent and heartening. He takes a deep breath, sighs- and wished for something to just take him away- right this very moment- right now.
Not now, he says to himself, teeth almost coming together to grit against each other, No.
-And the footsteps stop just behind him, and the music of the rain continues on. The grip on the poor animal seems to lose its strength, and his body begins to waver, to feel raw and sick.
But Doumeki stands there; he considers for a moment- still standing there, and irritatingly enough- he knows him well.
He smiles half-heartedly (almost sarcastically-) to himself, hands becoming insensitive and unfeeling along with his body. He spins around in one ungraceful curve to face the other boy, his look blank and almost emotionless. Doumeki takes a few more steps nearer to him, looking like he’s always ready of what’s bound to happen next.
But today- he wasn’t really in the mood for bickering- he slides his eyes close and lets his body collapse- slowly and painfully- but his mind still tells him to not let go of the creature tucked in his hands.
A hand shot up and grabbed him, automatically preventing the fall of his body. The warmth he longed for wasn’t there- but the element that brushes off his insecurity was present- and it was all he needed the most.
“Oi.”
He need not respond to that- but he grumbles out incomprehensible words instead, brows still almost twitching in annoyance. Unconsciousness pulls him deeper to sleep, and he surrenders himself to it- unregretful and easily.
“Kimihiro-kun… Please take care of him”
Doumeki didn’t really need orders to do so.
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