[Oneshot] Empathy
The meme for #1 became so long that I reposted it as a fic.
Title: Empathy
Fandom: xxxHolic/Johnny's Entertainment(NewS) crossover
Pairings/Characters: Doumeki and Yamashita Tomohisa, with a side of Watanuki and Yuuko-san. No pairings.
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuuko-san needs Doumeki to run an errand for her. Doumeki complies.
A/N: Un-beta'ed since A) I don't have one (yet) and B) it was originally just a meme. The prompt was Doumeki - loquacious - run - Harajuku - A Sharpie marker - Yamashita Tomohisa
Doumeki Shizuka was not a loquacious person. When Yuuko-san ordered him to run - her choice of words, not his - to Harajuku in order to get something vital to saving Watanuki yet again, he did not flail, or scream, or object in anyway. Doumeki was not demonstrative, and he certainly wasn't Watanuki; unlike that idiot, he knew Yuuko-san's requests, though unfathomable, were not frivolous or unreasonable.
Still, seeing the line of screaming girls in front of him, Doumeki did his equivalent of a Watanuki hissy fit - he sighed. Loudly. And when after an hour the line had barely moved, he sighed again. Hopefully Yuuko-san's magic wasn't time-dependent, because it didn't look like he'd be able to fulfill her request anytime soon.
Finally, three hours later, he was two people away from the table. Looking over the heads of the girls in front of him (luckily not hard since they were short, because he wouldn't have mustered the energy to look otherwise), he saw a boy in a leather jacket signing with a strong hand. Three exhausted Sharpie markers lay to the right of the stack of photographs, 8 x 11, that he signed one after another, moving as if by rote. Though he smiled and conversed with each person who approached, Doumeki had grown very adept at reading body language after months of watching Watanuki say, "Get away from me!" while his eyes cried out for help. The boy's total exhaustion was apparent in the slight rounding of his shoulders and the subtle trembling of his hands when he took a break to massage them back into functionality. Yet duty kept him upright and active.
Doumeki understood duty; a feeling of empathy came over him as he neared the table. When the boy looked up at him and smiled, in a rare moment of feeling Doumeki said, "You don't have to sign." The boy blinked; Doumeki, never one to be halted in his course of action, continued. "You do your duty well. I understand that. But you don't have to sign for me."
For a moment, the boy's expression dropped. Seconds later, it was back up - but the emotion that had revealed itself remained in the eyes that this time smiled along with the mouth. "I want to, though," he said quietly. Then, producing a new Sharpie, he took a photo from the stack, and looked up again at Doumeki. "Name?"
"Yuuko-san."
The boy laughed; in the line behind Doumeki, three high school girls fainted and had to be fanned by their friends. "Looks like a friend forced you to come here, huh?"
"Mm."
The boy laughed again, chuckling quietly to himself. Looking down at the photo, he autographed it quickly and efficiently. Then he grabbed a second; Doumeki looked on, confused, as this one was marked with not only a signature but a sentence. Finishing with a little flourish, the writing hand placed the marker neatly besides the pile, stacked the two photos on top of each other, and handed them to Doumeki.
"Here. One for your friend and one for you." Doumeki raised an eyebrow. The boy grinned a little in response. "Because I wanted to. Thanks for coming," he said and the last bit was clearly a dismissal.
Doumeki, nodding once, turned away and looked for the exit. Just before opening the door, however, he looked back. The boy was already back into the routine, hands moving like the gears of a machine while he charmed the three high school girls (who had recovered quite rapidly from their fainting spells). The chin was a little higher, however; Doumeki's keen eye saw that the back had straightened and the shoulders had relaxed. Grunting to himself, Doumeki left.
Close to Yuuko-san's shop now, Doumeki removed the photos from the protective envelope he had stuck them in. The first one was a standard message - "Thank you for all your support!" The second however, had this a different message. It read:
To my friend Doumeki Shizuka-san,
(Doumeki's eyebrows both went up at this; though his name was visible on the school ID pinned to his jacket, he hadn't even seen the other glance at it.)
Keep being strong. I will be too.
Yamashita Tomohisa
Watanuki would have flailed in joy. Doumeki's lip quirked instead. Tucking the photos back into the envelope, he continued along to the shop.
***
"This calls for a celebration! I have the autograph of an idol, we need some sake to celebrate! Watanuki, get to it please!" Yuuko ordered happily.
Watanuki sighed. Stepping around Maru and Moro, both of whom were bouncing around chanting, "Yamapi! Idol NEWS!" He concluded that perhaps it would be best if Doumeki never found out just how frivolous Yuuko-san really was. Watanuki could not be everyone's doormat, and who knew to what extent Doumeki might carry his leech-like ways if given evidence that Watanuki would put up with it? After all, Watanuki had a reputation to keep.
x-posted to
jent_fanfics ,
doumekiwatanuki and
xxx_holic
Title: Empathy
Fandom: xxxHolic/Johnny's Entertainment(NewS) crossover
Pairings/Characters: Doumeki and Yamashita Tomohisa, with a side of Watanuki and Yuuko-san. No pairings.
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuuko-san needs Doumeki to run an errand for her. Doumeki complies.
A/N: Un-beta'ed since A) I don't have one (yet) and B) it was originally just a meme. The prompt was Doumeki - loquacious - run - Harajuku - A Sharpie marker - Yamashita Tomohisa
Doumeki Shizuka was not a loquacious person. When Yuuko-san ordered him to run - her choice of words, not his - to Harajuku in order to get something vital to saving Watanuki yet again, he did not flail, or scream, or object in anyway. Doumeki was not demonstrative, and he certainly wasn't Watanuki; unlike that idiot, he knew Yuuko-san's requests, though unfathomable, were not frivolous or unreasonable.
Still, seeing the line of screaming girls in front of him, Doumeki did his equivalent of a Watanuki hissy fit - he sighed. Loudly. And when after an hour the line had barely moved, he sighed again. Hopefully Yuuko-san's magic wasn't time-dependent, because it didn't look like he'd be able to fulfill her request anytime soon.
Finally, three hours later, he was two people away from the table. Looking over the heads of the girls in front of him (luckily not hard since they were short, because he wouldn't have mustered the energy to look otherwise), he saw a boy in a leather jacket signing with a strong hand. Three exhausted Sharpie markers lay to the right of the stack of photographs, 8 x 11, that he signed one after another, moving as if by rote. Though he smiled and conversed with each person who approached, Doumeki had grown very adept at reading body language after months of watching Watanuki say, "Get away from me!" while his eyes cried out for help. The boy's total exhaustion was apparent in the slight rounding of his shoulders and the subtle trembling of his hands when he took a break to massage them back into functionality. Yet duty kept him upright and active.
Doumeki understood duty; a feeling of empathy came over him as he neared the table. When the boy looked up at him and smiled, in a rare moment of feeling Doumeki said, "You don't have to sign." The boy blinked; Doumeki, never one to be halted in his course of action, continued. "You do your duty well. I understand that. But you don't have to sign for me."
For a moment, the boy's expression dropped. Seconds later, it was back up - but the emotion that had revealed itself remained in the eyes that this time smiled along with the mouth. "I want to, though," he said quietly. Then, producing a new Sharpie, he took a photo from the stack, and looked up again at Doumeki. "Name?"
"Yuuko-san."
The boy laughed; in the line behind Doumeki, three high school girls fainted and had to be fanned by their friends. "Looks like a friend forced you to come here, huh?"
"Mm."
The boy laughed again, chuckling quietly to himself. Looking down at the photo, he autographed it quickly and efficiently. Then he grabbed a second; Doumeki looked on, confused, as this one was marked with not only a signature but a sentence. Finishing with a little flourish, the writing hand placed the marker neatly besides the pile, stacked the two photos on top of each other, and handed them to Doumeki.
"Here. One for your friend and one for you." Doumeki raised an eyebrow. The boy grinned a little in response. "Because I wanted to. Thanks for coming," he said and the last bit was clearly a dismissal.
Doumeki, nodding once, turned away and looked for the exit. Just before opening the door, however, he looked back. The boy was already back into the routine, hands moving like the gears of a machine while he charmed the three high school girls (who had recovered quite rapidly from their fainting spells). The chin was a little higher, however; Doumeki's keen eye saw that the back had straightened and the shoulders had relaxed. Grunting to himself, Doumeki left.
Close to Yuuko-san's shop now, Doumeki removed the photos from the protective envelope he had stuck them in. The first one was a standard message - "Thank you for all your support!" The second however, had this a different message. It read:
To my friend Doumeki Shizuka-san,
(Doumeki's eyebrows both went up at this; though his name was visible on the school ID pinned to his jacket, he hadn't even seen the other glance at it.)
Keep being strong. I will be too.
Yamashita Tomohisa
Watanuki would have flailed in joy. Doumeki's lip quirked instead. Tucking the photos back into the envelope, he continued along to the shop.
***
"This calls for a celebration! I have the autograph of an idol, we need some sake to celebrate! Watanuki, get to it please!" Yuuko ordered happily.
Watanuki sighed. Stepping around Maru and Moro, both of whom were bouncing around chanting, "Yamapi! Idol NEWS!" He concluded that perhaps it would be best if Doumeki never found out just how frivolous Yuuko-san really was. Watanuki could not be everyone's doormat, and who knew to what extent Doumeki might carry his leech-like ways if given evidence that Watanuki would put up with it? After all, Watanuki had a reputation to keep.
x-posted to
jent_fanfics ,
doumekiwatanuki and
xxx_holic