XXXHolic- "Barrage"
This is horrible, but I blame the fever. LOL I think it messed with my brain. >>
Title: Barrage
Universe: XXXHolic
Theme/Topic: Body shots (ARGH SO HARD)
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: vaguely DoumekixWatanuki, Yuuko
Warnings/Spoilers: None I can imagine. Just some OOC I guess. LOL
Word Count: 815
Summary: Watanuki is unwittingly training Doumeki.
Dedication: for the nice people at ff.net who don’t harass me. Thanks for all the support and happy New Year.
A/N: Requested by jeina on my other lj… lol you sure asked for some weird pairings there, my friend.
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution: Just lemme know.
Watanuki hit below the belt.
Doumeki wouldn’t have guessed that the skinny idiot was as scrappy as all that, but Kimihiro had a way of carelessly slamming Doumeki right where it counted and knocking the wind out of him, of slapping the larger boy in the face or slugging him in the gut with surprising force. It was a great and terrible thing when someone could throw you around on a whim and not even know they were doing it.
When Watanuki lashed out at Doumeki, Shizuka followed his instincts and kept up a solid defense as best as he could, grit his teeth and bore it because he knew it was his lot in life and no one else’s.
Watanuki attacked him with careless words and frustrated screams and didn’t know how hard it was for Doumeki, who was trying to carry them all.
And while the pain didn’t show in Shizuka’s face exactly, he knew it was being stored somewhere deep down inside of himself anyway, because words had power-sometimes more than fists ever could-and they didn’t just die as easy as that. Everyone paid some sort of price when they were on the receiving end of any cruel word, and Doumeki surmised that it only cost more and more and more when someone had to take such large barrages of thoughtless ones on a daily basis like he had to.
“Why the hell would I tell you anything?”
A body blow.
“Do you have to talk to me outside of school? Why are you always around anyway?!”
A slap to the face.
And worst of all:
“I didn’t want to bother you, okay? I can handle these things myself!”
That one was always like a fist slamming right into Doumeki’s stomach, and for all the strength Shizuka thought he had, it was a little disconcerting to know that Watanuki didn’t even have to touch him to make it hurt like he couldn’t breathe.
It was tiring, and maybe even a little frightening, but Doumeki took each blow with as much calm as he could muster because he knew that in all the world, he was the only one who could.
Yuuko, like his grandfather, believed in the absolute balance of the universe-a perfect fit for everyone.
“You take your lot in life because it was carved out of the universe for you and you alone, Shizuka. No one else would fit in it-it would make everything wrong if someone else tried to because your fate wasn’t ever meant for them. What life throws at you is your own burden,” was what his grandfather had told him, a long time ago.
Yuuko’s version was more along the lines of a simple: “Fate is kind of a bitch, huh?” but Doumeki was pretty sure that she and grandfather had meant the same thing, as different as their words were.
So when Doumeki suffered the attacks of an oblivious Watanuki, all he could do was breathe deep and let the words take their toll on him -somewhere deep inside-because he knew that in all the world there was only one Watanuki, and in that world of only one Watanuki, there was also only one person who could put up with-who was fated to put up with- the injuries Watanuki unwittingly doled out.
It was the path that fate had carved out of the universe for Doumeki and Doumeki alone.
So while Doumeki got hit and slapped and punched day after day after day by a Watanuki who didn’t know any better, he knew that all he could do was keep his defense up as best he could and remind himself that there was no one else in the world who was strong enough to live like this but him.
All that was left to do was hope that the words didn’t wear him down completely one day.
And though he was not the sort who searched actively for solace, one day Yuuko-in what he could only categorize as an act of uncharacteristic charity-smiled at him and told him that words-like all things that lived- didn’t take from a person without making an equal return, and so-logically- what didn’t kill him would only make him stronger. All he had to do was stay alive.
Which, Doumeki supposed, made sense. Though he couldn’t help but wonder if-at this rate anyway- Watanuki was on course to try and make him the strongest person in the world.
He wouldn’t be surprised.
Well, either way, this was his life and his life only, and that being so, Doumeki supposed he’d need to be as strong as he could get if he was going to be faced with a lifetime of keeping his loudmouthed idiot properly out of trouble.
There was no one else who could do it, after all.
END
EDITS?
Title: Barrage
Universe: XXXHolic
Theme/Topic: Body shots (ARGH SO HARD)
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing/s: vaguely DoumekixWatanuki, Yuuko
Warnings/Spoilers: None I can imagine. Just some OOC I guess. LOL
Word Count: 815
Summary: Watanuki is unwittingly training Doumeki.
Dedication: for the nice people at ff.net who don’t harass me. Thanks for all the support and happy New Year.
A/N: Requested by jeina on my other lj… lol you sure asked for some weird pairings there, my friend.
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution: Just lemme know.
Watanuki hit below the belt.
Doumeki wouldn’t have guessed that the skinny idiot was as scrappy as all that, but Kimihiro had a way of carelessly slamming Doumeki right where it counted and knocking the wind out of him, of slapping the larger boy in the face or slugging him in the gut with surprising force. It was a great and terrible thing when someone could throw you around on a whim and not even know they were doing it.
When Watanuki lashed out at Doumeki, Shizuka followed his instincts and kept up a solid defense as best as he could, grit his teeth and bore it because he knew it was his lot in life and no one else’s.
Watanuki attacked him with careless words and frustrated screams and didn’t know how hard it was for Doumeki, who was trying to carry them all.
And while the pain didn’t show in Shizuka’s face exactly, he knew it was being stored somewhere deep down inside of himself anyway, because words had power-sometimes more than fists ever could-and they didn’t just die as easy as that. Everyone paid some sort of price when they were on the receiving end of any cruel word, and Doumeki surmised that it only cost more and more and more when someone had to take such large barrages of thoughtless ones on a daily basis like he had to.
“Why the hell would I tell you anything?”
A body blow.
“Do you have to talk to me outside of school? Why are you always around anyway?!”
A slap to the face.
And worst of all:
“I didn’t want to bother you, okay? I can handle these things myself!”
That one was always like a fist slamming right into Doumeki’s stomach, and for all the strength Shizuka thought he had, it was a little disconcerting to know that Watanuki didn’t even have to touch him to make it hurt like he couldn’t breathe.
It was tiring, and maybe even a little frightening, but Doumeki took each blow with as much calm as he could muster because he knew that in all the world, he was the only one who could.
Yuuko, like his grandfather, believed in the absolute balance of the universe-a perfect fit for everyone.
“You take your lot in life because it was carved out of the universe for you and you alone, Shizuka. No one else would fit in it-it would make everything wrong if someone else tried to because your fate wasn’t ever meant for them. What life throws at you is your own burden,” was what his grandfather had told him, a long time ago.
Yuuko’s version was more along the lines of a simple: “Fate is kind of a bitch, huh?” but Doumeki was pretty sure that she and grandfather had meant the same thing, as different as their words were.
So when Doumeki suffered the attacks of an oblivious Watanuki, all he could do was breathe deep and let the words take their toll on him -somewhere deep inside-because he knew that in all the world there was only one Watanuki, and in that world of only one Watanuki, there was also only one person who could put up with-who was fated to put up with- the injuries Watanuki unwittingly doled out.
It was the path that fate had carved out of the universe for Doumeki and Doumeki alone.
So while Doumeki got hit and slapped and punched day after day after day by a Watanuki who didn’t know any better, he knew that all he could do was keep his defense up as best he could and remind himself that there was no one else in the world who was strong enough to live like this but him.
All that was left to do was hope that the words didn’t wear him down completely one day.
And though he was not the sort who searched actively for solace, one day Yuuko-in what he could only categorize as an act of uncharacteristic charity-smiled at him and told him that words-like all things that lived- didn’t take from a person without making an equal return, and so-logically- what didn’t kill him would only make him stronger. All he had to do was stay alive.
Which, Doumeki supposed, made sense. Though he couldn’t help but wonder if-at this rate anyway- Watanuki was on course to try and make him the strongest person in the world.
He wouldn’t be surprised.
Well, either way, this was his life and his life only, and that being so, Doumeki supposed he’d need to be as strong as he could get if he was going to be faced with a lifetime of keeping his loudmouthed idiot properly out of trouble.
There was no one else who could do it, after all.
END
EDITS?