First post/first fanANYTHING I've written in god knows how long...
Um, Hello there I'm Otawan. <3
I've been reading XXXHOLIC for less then a month now, and I'm supporting the mangaka (But working from a budget...) so I'm only on volume two right now. (Lame excuse right? Bah, screw it.) This is my first time writting anything XXXHOLIC, and my first time in over a year doing any type of fanfiction or drabble.
Waring: Extreme amounts of fail, I'm running on my third night of an all nighter, OOC, and snowcones are not to be trusted. :'D I'd rate this a fair G, and barely Shounen-Ai. More like Gen, bah screw it. Oh and un-beta'd.
Blue Raspberry
So sure, it may not have been the best idea he ever had; but then again most ideas revolving around the spirit seeing High Schooler tended not to end up that great. Hey, after all it was a tiny lick off of Watanuki’s blue raspberry flavoured snow cone. How horribly wrong could such and innocent act get?
Well this is the ever constantly flailing, yelling, spazy and screeching Watanuki we are talking about. Damn it.
Doumeki lazily put his finger in his ear closest ear to the spazzing, flailing disturbance and yawned pretending not to hear what the other boy was complaining about this time. It was just a freaking snow cone, Doumeki could understand, to a point if it was some back breaking dish that Watanuki slaved away at all day cooking. This was just ridiculous though, complete and utter nonsense. Someone really needs to teach him when to not over react.
“I mean it was blue! Blue! Blue raspberry for crying out loud! That’s one of the best flavours! But nooo…This stupid, lazy, good-for-nothing, oaf just had to contaminate it! I mean seriously Hinawari-chan…” Watanuki continued to drone on after that, but Doumeki really couldn’t pay attention to him any more.
With one loud and rowdy companion, and two quieter ones on either side, the three High Schoolers continued to walk on the sandy beach’s shore. Watanuki continued to rant about the smallest things, Hinawari continued to smile, nod and giggle here and there; Doumeki continued to go along for the ride. Anyways, there’s always going to be up days and down days. The archer really didn't see anyway he’d rather spend those days then in the company of his…Friends. When he thinks about it long and hard enough he decides that’s the right word.
So when Doumeki and Hinawari exchange glances, then look back at the still ranting Watanuki; it really is no surprise when a few minutes later when the spaz of the group gets tackled into the shallow salt water. This is what friends do; they laugh, smile, cry and are always there for each other. The archer reflects on all of this for awhile, well until the soaking wet boy beside him actually shuts up for long enough for someone to notice. Notice how his wet hair clings to his face, how his eyes seem to sparkle with the reflection of the water. The soaking boy seemed to glistening or glow with the droplets of water reflecting the sunlight on his pale slim body.
Doumeki later decides that ‘Friends’ may be the right word right now, but if he has his way it won’t be for long.
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