Drabble
I seriously have writer's block. A really bad case of it.
And whenever I have writer's block, I seem to write Donuts.
A few drabbles under the cut.
If at first you don't succeed, Try kissing him again.
Frankly, their first kiss together sucked, but it wasn’t a surprise, not really. Watanuki wasn’t exactly well versed in the art of kissing, and Doumeki tended to notice his adoring fans like he would notice an ant. Actually, he would probably pay more attention to the ant. So they ended up with a sub par kiss. Doumeki didn’t mind, because he honestly didn’t expect it to be any good, nor did he expect himself to actually kiss Watanuki.
Watanuki, however, did mind. Honestly, Doumeki was supposed to be good at everything. Straight A student, star of the archery team, good at fighting evil spirits, but he kisses like a salty cod.
Doumeki stood there silent, as Watanuki started yelling, with a rather nice blush on his cheeks. Though whether it was from anger or from the kiss, Doumeki did not know. Instead, he wondered if Yuuko was watching them right now, and taking pictures of them to sell. She probably was, the witch had been pushing them together since she met both of them. Watanuki would be pissed, Doumeki thought amusedly.
Watanuki was still ranting, his pitch becoming increasingly higher. The street lamp cast a yellow glow around the boy, illuminating his lone figure in the street. The yelling stopped, though Watanuki was still looking rather frustrated, and he marched over to Doumeki.
Doumeki blinked at Watanuki, who was looking at him with an air of concentration. The brows furrowed, drawing focus to the gold and blue eyes. The pale pink lips, set in an obstinate line.
He waited for something, a punch in the face, an exploding eardrum, something along the lines of that. He definitely wasn’t expecting Watanuki to say, I’ll show you how it should be done, idiot and he really, really wasn’t expecting Watanuki to kiss him. Their lips met, and there was an awkward moment in which Doumeki was still trying recover from surprise. Then someone’s lips moved, and the other kissed back. Their breaths mingled, their arms tangled, their chest pressed.
They stopped when they were out of breath, though Watanuki more so than Doumeki. No one said anything, from anxiety or unease.
Then the black Mokona appeared from the sky. “Watanuki-kun! Mistress wants wine tonight! For a little celebration party! Party! Party! !”
“A celebration party?” Watanuki asked, but the answer suddenly came to him. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. SHE IS NOT GETTING ANY BOOZE TONIGHT. YOU HEAR THAT YUUKO!?? Who does she think she is? Spying on other people’s business…”
Mokona bounced down the street and Doumeki followed. Watanuki noticed, and sighed. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice. “GRAPE JUICE!” He yelled, shaking his fist at the sky.
Five blocks away, in an abandoned parking lot, a high-pitched giggle was heard.
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Running Late
The sunlight came into the room stealthily, unnoticed by the occupants until the sun was high in the sky. A muffled groan was heard under the rumpled blanket. A head rose up slowly, black hair standing up haphazardly, and the different colored eyes blinked sleepily. The man rose out of the bed, stumbling a bit into the bathroom on the other side of the room.
Twenty minutes later, a shout pierced the room, and rudely disturbed Doumeki’s sleep.
“YOU BASTARD! I HAVE MY JOB INTERVIEW TODAY!” Watanuki yelled as he came out of the bathroom, wearing a towel.
Doumeki turned over and buried his head in a pillow.
“I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU YESTERDAY THAT WE WEREN’T GOING TO HAVE SEX! I SAID THAT TEN TIMES FOR A REASON. A REALLY IMPORTANT JOB INTERVIEW. TODAY! AT ELEVEN! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS NOW?!”
Doumeki groaned, and tried to burrow further into the pillow.
“IT’S 10:30!!! I’M STILL WET FROM THE SHOWER AND THE FREAKIN’ DRIVE TAKES TWENTY MINUTES. YOU BETTER BE SORRY ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW WHAT? WE’RE GETTING TAKEOUT TONIGHT! YOU HEAR THAT? TAKEOUT!” Watanuki yelled, as he put on his shirt and a tie.
Doumeki pulled the blanket over his head.
“AND THERE WON’T BE ANY TAMAGOYAKI OR NATTO THIS MORNING BECAUSE I’M LATE!” Watanuki had moved on to putting on his socks and combing his hair. By now, Doumeki had given up on sleep and was lying there, staring at the ceiling defeatedly.
“I’M LEAVING NOW! BUT I EXPECT YOU TO HAVE DONE THE DISHES AND CLEANED UP OUR BEDROOM WHEN I GET HOME. AND IF YUUKO APPEARS, DON’T TELL HER ANYTHING!”
“See you.” Doumeki waves his arm limply, his morning was off to a fantastic start. Watanuki sighs and walks over to the bed. He bends down and kisses Doumeki lightly.
“I’ll see you later. There’s something in the fridge.”
Doumeki grunts and closes his eyes, willing to submit to the lovely temptress known as Sleep. Watanuki turns away and dashes out of the room, grabbing his jacket and his culinary tools set. He ran out of the apartment, a whirlwind of worry and anxiety.
Doumeki turns over and starts dreaming about miso-katsu for dinner.
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Critique really, desperately needed.
Also, miso-katsu is fried miso pork. Yum!