Donuts! Happy Watanuki day!
My first venture into the donuts fandom.
Title: Nausea
Rating: PG
Summary: Doumeki causes Watanuki some unwelcome nausea.
Length: Drabble
Apologies for any mistakes. This was a bit rushed.
No one likes being sick. That was a fact that Watanuki was sure of. He particularly, did not enjoy being sick, because when he was sick, he became weaker. With spirits trying to eat you everyday it wasn’t a good idea to be weakened. But everyone gets sick, and Watanuki’s turn came once again, along with the miserable weather outside. He had a fever and felt like trash. At least he was in his apartment, where the spirits don’t tend to bother him.
The weather matched his mood perfectly. Vaguely, Watanuki wondered if Himawari missed him. They always ate lunch together, except when stupid Doumeki was there. Doumeki could go hungry for all he cared.
For once he was grateful for that Yuuko always seemed to know everything. At least he didn’t have to tell her about him being sick, but she would probably increase the price and he would have to work at the shop even longer.
Watanuki floated in and out of periods of clarity and delirium through the day. The monsters seemed to attack him whenever he closed his eyes, and the world spun. His whole body was burning one minute, and ice cold the next.
He thought, in his delusion, that he was Doumeki’s stupid form standing over him and he though that he started yelling at the hallucination; about why Himawari wasn’t here and stupid things like not making lunch for Doumeki as payment.
Then he fell into sweet, sweet unconsciousness.
When Watanuki woke up again, his head was clearer, though he still felt awful. He groaned and turned, to see a sleeping Doumeki, propped up in a chair against the bed.
So it wasn’t a hallucination. Why the hell was that bastard here then? Watanuki guessed it to be Yuuko’s doing. Probably to make sure her only source of food didn’t die. Still, Watanuki would’ve liked Himawari to be the one visiting him, because he didn’t really know how to act around Doumeki other than yelling at him. Though yelling at Doumeki just felt natural.
He sighed and got up to get a glass of water, quietly, because everyone deserved a rest.
When he came back from the kitchen, Doumeki was sitting up in the chair, so casually, looking like he belonged on that chair.
“ You’re awake.” Watanuki stated.
Doumeki nodded and said nothing.
How awkward. “ So…”
“ Yuuko asked me to visit you.” He interrupted.
“Oh.” Why did he suddenly feel nauseous again?
“ Well…tell her to stop sending people, I’m fine. Does she think I’m a kid? And why did she send you at 2 in the morning? Wait…How did you get into my apartment?! Did you break in?! What’ll my guardians think?! They probably called the police!”
“Oi.” Doumeki interrupted again.
“ What?” Watanuki said tensely, annoyed that he had been interrupted twice in less than two minutes.
“ Do you have any food? I didn’t eat today.”
“ YOU! I’M SICK AND YOU’RE ASKING ME FOR FOOD! DON’T EXPECT ME TO COOK FOR YOU, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU DON’T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE. MAKE YOUR OWN FOOD BASTARD!” He yelled, furious. Doumeki simply plugged his ears.
“ I never said I didn’t want to be here.”
“ Wha-a What?” Watanuki spluttered.
“ I was going to visit anyway. Himawari says hi, by the way.”
“Oh…” Watanuki deflated. He looked at Doumeki, who was staring back at him. “ Uh…There’s some leftovers in the fridge.”
Doumeki nodded, got up, and walked into the kitchen. Watanuki watched him, nauseous feeling gone.
Maybe he’ll cook tomorrow.