XXXHolic- "The Price of Love"
Title: The Price of Love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: DoumekixWatanuki, Yuuko
Word Count: 332
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine, just some OOC and stupidity. XD
Summary: Doumeki and Yuuko and a special Valentine’s Day transaction.
Dedication: gwingangel’s request on my V-day/New Year’s thread! I hope you are feeling happier, my dear!
A/N: The prompt was “aprons.” This sounded a lot more charming in my head, and for some reason no matter how much I tried to rewrite this stupid thing, it didn’t quite come out the way I’d imagined it. I hope the general sense still gets through though. OTL
“WHY DO I HAVE TO COOK WEARING THIS? I KNOW THAT LAST WEEK THERE WAS A PERFECTLY NORMAL APRON IN THE SHOP’S KITCHEN, YUUKO, AND IT WAS ALSO PERFECTLY FINE AND USABLE WHEN I WAS THROUGH WITH IT THAT DAY SO PARDON ME IF THIS IS RUDE, BUT I WOULD PLEASE LIKE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO IT BECAUSE I REALLY LIKED THAT ONE. A LOT MORE THAN I LIKE THIS ONE. AND DON’T TELL ME THIS IS A SPECIAL THING FOR VALENTINE’S DAY OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE THAT SORT OF EXCUSE WON’T FLY HERE.”
Yuuko only twittered happily all the way through Watanuki’s vitriol, sipping her sake as Kimihiro grilled the meat, the teenager glaring furiously in both her and Doumeki’s general directions as he did. “Why, Watanuki, I just felt the need to buy you a new one the other day!” she told him lazily, like it was perfectly natural for her to go about buying him these sorts of odd, pretty things on a whim. “And while I think both aprons suit you equally well, this one is definitely much more festive, and thus, more perfectly suited for a February barbeque at the park.” She spared a conspirational sideways glance at Doumeki as she spoke, eyes glowing.
“THAT MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. AND THIS IS EMBARRASSING. INCREDIBLY EMBARRASSING. I DON’T LIKE PINK RUFFLES AND/OR FRILLY THINGS IN GENERAL AND I DEFINITELY DON’T LIKE THE WAY SOME OF THOSE OLD MEN PLAYING AT THE CHESS TABLES ARE LOOKING AT ME WHEN THEY THINK I’M NOT PAYING ATTENTION. THAT’S RIGHT, YOU IN THE GREEN, I SAW THAT AND EVERYTHING BEFORE THAT TOO. KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BOARD, OKAY?”
Yuuko just laughed, pleased with herself on many levels today.
“So,” Doumeki began after a moment, and stared at the pink and the ruffles and the lace in the meantime, “two bottles of grandfather’s wine?”
“An equal trade,” she agreed sensibly, and let him enjoy the view for the rest of the afternoon.
END
EDITS.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: DoumekixWatanuki, Yuuko
Word Count: 332
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine, just some OOC and stupidity. XD
Summary: Doumeki and Yuuko and a special Valentine’s Day transaction.
Dedication: gwingangel’s request on my V-day/New Year’s thread! I hope you are feeling happier, my dear!
A/N: The prompt was “aprons.” This sounded a lot more charming in my head, and for some reason no matter how much I tried to rewrite this stupid thing, it didn’t quite come out the way I’d imagined it. I hope the general sense still gets through though. OTL
“WHY DO I HAVE TO COOK WEARING THIS? I KNOW THAT LAST WEEK THERE WAS A PERFECTLY NORMAL APRON IN THE SHOP’S KITCHEN, YUUKO, AND IT WAS ALSO PERFECTLY FINE AND USABLE WHEN I WAS THROUGH WITH IT THAT DAY SO PARDON ME IF THIS IS RUDE, BUT I WOULD PLEASE LIKE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO IT BECAUSE I REALLY LIKED THAT ONE. A LOT MORE THAN I LIKE THIS ONE. AND DON’T TELL ME THIS IS A SPECIAL THING FOR VALENTINE’S DAY OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE THAT SORT OF EXCUSE WON’T FLY HERE.”
Yuuko only twittered happily all the way through Watanuki’s vitriol, sipping her sake as Kimihiro grilled the meat, the teenager glaring furiously in both her and Doumeki’s general directions as he did. “Why, Watanuki, I just felt the need to buy you a new one the other day!” she told him lazily, like it was perfectly natural for her to go about buying him these sorts of odd, pretty things on a whim. “And while I think both aprons suit you equally well, this one is definitely much more festive, and thus, more perfectly suited for a February barbeque at the park.” She spared a conspirational sideways glance at Doumeki as she spoke, eyes glowing.
“THAT MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. AND THIS IS EMBARRASSING. INCREDIBLY EMBARRASSING. I DON’T LIKE PINK RUFFLES AND/OR FRILLY THINGS IN GENERAL AND I DEFINITELY DON’T LIKE THE WAY SOME OF THOSE OLD MEN PLAYING AT THE CHESS TABLES ARE LOOKING AT ME WHEN THEY THINK I’M NOT PAYING ATTENTION. THAT’S RIGHT, YOU IN THE GREEN, I SAW THAT AND EVERYTHING BEFORE THAT TOO. KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BOARD, OKAY?”
Yuuko just laughed, pleased with herself on many levels today.
“So,” Doumeki began after a moment, and stared at the pink and the ruffles and the lace in the meantime, “two bottles of grandfather’s wine?”
“An equal trade,” she agreed sensibly, and let him enjoy the view for the rest of the afternoon.
END
EDITS.