Ficlet Repost, part deux
xxxHolic, Watanuki/Doumeki.
xxxHolic, Confession, written sometime back in November
It had happened shortly after that disastrous fall from the school window. Doumeki barely remembered what they'd been doing--just that Watanuki had done something stupid and self-sacrificing again, as if it were okay. Once the ghost had been exorcised and things had calmed down (i.e. once Yuuko-san had shown up and had seen fit to save them the trouble of more blood loss), Doumeki had grabbed Watanuki by the back of his school uniform and dragged him off.
They had encountered the spirit right after his archery club practice, and he was still wearing his light keiko-gi and hakama. The fabric brushed his legs as he moved. He concentrated on that, and on not cracking the longbow in his hand, while he dragged a flailing, protesting Watanuki into a secluded corridor. The other boy was yelping and yelling and cursing at him, as per usual. Doumeki found he didn't have as much patience for him as he might have, otherwise.
"Oi, you cretin, let me go! I'm not something you can just drag around whenever you feel like it!"
Doumeki let go of Watanuki's school jacket and pinned him with a glare. His face must have looked quite frightening, because Watanuki shut up and actually looked at him.
"Idiot," Doumeki said, and some of the tight, hard hurt coiled around his heart leaked into his voice. "I know you don't see yourself as worth much, but you're the most important person in the world to me, and I will thank you to stop trying to get yourself killed."
"I'm not--I didn't--"
"You are and you did," Doumeki snapped. "Don't do it again, you utter moron."
Watanuki's mouth was working, but nothing was coming out. "Doumeki--" he said at last, in a low voice. "I...I know we're...almost...sort of, kind of almost friends, but...."
Doumeki gave a frustrated snort. "Do your ears work at all, or can you decide what to listen to and what to ignore at will?" He asked. His heart was being squeezed into pulp, like some overripe fruit.
"I...what?" Watanuki was giving him that blank, confused stare.
"You are the most important person to me. Get that in your head."
Watanuki was still staring at him. "O--oh." Finally, light dawning. Took him long enough.
"You don't have to feel the same way," Doumeki said, and while his heart may have been a bruised piece of pulp, the rest of him was relaxing; finally, some of these feelings were being spoken, and little knots of tension were being loosed. "I don't expect you to. But quit thinking nobody would miss you if you died, you little idiot."
"Doumeki..." Watanuki looked really confused now, and unsure of how to clear it all up.
Doumeki shrugged his shoulders. "Let me change, and I'll walk you to Yuuko-san's. And I want inari-zushi and curry rice in my bentou tomorrow."
That shook Watanuki up, onto familiar ground. "I don't take orders, you jerk! And what kind of idiot wants that kind of meal all at once, anyway? You have no taste buds!"
I wrote this nearly a year ago. I figured it was a Doumeki-ish, CLAMP-ish way of confessing. I don't see Doumeki being terribly demonstrative, nor do I see Watanuki reacting to it in any overtly positive way, at least at first. Of course, now it's pretty AU, but still--thought I'd throw it out there.
Next up, the crackish, threesome-implied xxxHolic drabble. :) I'm a fic-posting fiend today, too bad so little of it is actually new.
xxxHolic, Confession, written sometime back in November
It had happened shortly after that disastrous fall from the school window. Doumeki barely remembered what they'd been doing--just that Watanuki had done something stupid and self-sacrificing again, as if it were okay. Once the ghost had been exorcised and things had calmed down (i.e. once Yuuko-san had shown up and had seen fit to save them the trouble of more blood loss), Doumeki had grabbed Watanuki by the back of his school uniform and dragged him off.
They had encountered the spirit right after his archery club practice, and he was still wearing his light keiko-gi and hakama. The fabric brushed his legs as he moved. He concentrated on that, and on not cracking the longbow in his hand, while he dragged a flailing, protesting Watanuki into a secluded corridor. The other boy was yelping and yelling and cursing at him, as per usual. Doumeki found he didn't have as much patience for him as he might have, otherwise.
"Oi, you cretin, let me go! I'm not something you can just drag around whenever you feel like it!"
Doumeki let go of Watanuki's school jacket and pinned him with a glare. His face must have looked quite frightening, because Watanuki shut up and actually looked at him.
"Idiot," Doumeki said, and some of the tight, hard hurt coiled around his heart leaked into his voice. "I know you don't see yourself as worth much, but you're the most important person in the world to me, and I will thank you to stop trying to get yourself killed."
"I'm not--I didn't--"
"You are and you did," Doumeki snapped. "Don't do it again, you utter moron."
Watanuki's mouth was working, but nothing was coming out. "Doumeki--" he said at last, in a low voice. "I...I know we're...almost...sort of, kind of almost friends, but...."
Doumeki gave a frustrated snort. "Do your ears work at all, or can you decide what to listen to and what to ignore at will?" He asked. His heart was being squeezed into pulp, like some overripe fruit.
"I...what?" Watanuki was giving him that blank, confused stare.
"You are the most important person to me. Get that in your head."
Watanuki was still staring at him. "O--oh." Finally, light dawning. Took him long enough.
"You don't have to feel the same way," Doumeki said, and while his heart may have been a bruised piece of pulp, the rest of him was relaxing; finally, some of these feelings were being spoken, and little knots of tension were being loosed. "I don't expect you to. But quit thinking nobody would miss you if you died, you little idiot."
"Doumeki..." Watanuki looked really confused now, and unsure of how to clear it all up.
Doumeki shrugged his shoulders. "Let me change, and I'll walk you to Yuuko-san's. And I want inari-zushi and curry rice in my bentou tomorrow."
That shook Watanuki up, onto familiar ground. "I don't take orders, you jerk! And what kind of idiot wants that kind of meal all at once, anyway? You have no taste buds!"
I wrote this nearly a year ago. I figured it was a Doumeki-ish, CLAMP-ish way of confessing. I don't see Doumeki being terribly demonstrative, nor do I see Watanuki reacting to it in any overtly positive way, at least at first. Of course, now it's pretty AU, but still--thought I'd throw it out there.
Next up, the crackish, threesome-implied xxxHolic drabble. :) I'm a fic-posting fiend today, too bad so little of it is actually new.