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Once again, the plot bunnies have fornicated and multiplied, and thus their children must be sent off to college. Or something, I think my metaphor broke in there somewhere.
Anyway, drabbles and sundry.
Series: xxxHolic/Wish crossover
Characters: Koryuu, Watanuki, Doumeki
Rating: Uh, PG?
Disclaimer: CLAMP's property, all of it. I'm just playing around.
The street was thick with humans, bustling and moving about this way and that. Koryuu could smell them, hear the whispers of girls that thought him cute and boys that thought him pretty. They smelled alive, meaty and bloody and animal. He ran his tongue over one of his fangs and wondered if he could get away with snacking on one of them. It was so hot out, surely no one would begrudge him a snack?
On the one hand, Kokuyou wouldn't truly care, but on the other his angelic partner would not be so understanding, and thus Kokuyou wouldn't necessarily let it slip. Koryuu weighed snacking on a human soul--tasty, they were--with the (possible) wrath of the Prince of Hell. He had just decided that a random human snack really wasn't worth it when the boy passed him.
Koryuu wasn't certain what it was. The boy didn't make him feel the way Shuuichirou had, and Koryuu had come to know what humans felt like when they approached their death. This boy didn't have that, but he was so...well. He smelled good, he looked good, and Koryuu could tell he would taste good, too, every last wisp of him.
Thoughts of Hisui's dismay and Kokuyou's wrath were promptly forgotten.
He sidled up next the boy, who was looking at vegetables at an outdoor stand. The boy wore glasses and was muttering to himself.
"Daikon, enoki mushrooms--what does she think I am, rich?--cucumbers, eggplant...." He was looking over a display of ghostly daikon radishes. Koryuu stepped up next to him, elegant and stylish.
"Can I help you?" he purred. The boy looked at him briefly, glanced away--then his gaze snapped back and his mouth fell open. Koryuu felt quite gratified by this until the boy actually spoke.
"You're not human," he said. He had just picked up a radish when Koryuu had spoken, and now he brandished it like a sword. "D--don't come near me!"
Koryuu blinked. "You're cute," he said. The boy just glared. He really was cute, trying to be all brave and pointing the business end of a radish at Koryuu, like it would actually do something worthwhile. "Why don't we go get something to drink? I'm feeling kind of thirsty in this heat, aren't you?"
"No, he isn't," a new voice said, and it made shivers prickle up Koryuu's spine. Another boy stood behind him, carrying a cotton mesh shopping bag full of eggplant and cucumbers. He practically radiated little invisible lightning bolts, and underneath them was the clear ringing sound of an exceptionally pure soul. Koryuu frowned.
"I wasn't asking you," he said irritably.
"Too bad," the other boy said. He stepped past Koryuu, and the demon shrunk away a little, feeling the little lightnings spark at him. "Oi," the boy said to Koryuu's target, "you look like an idiot holding a radish like that. Either put it in the bag and buy it or put it back."
The boy glared at him, but shoved the daikon in the cotton bag so hard he nearly snapped it. "Come on," he said, and cast one more glance at Koryuu before beating a hasty retreat, with his handy lightning-ball buddy following like a dog.
Koryuu huffed and scowled. He was still hungry, but none of the souls passing him by felt worth the effort. Maybe Hisui was finished with lunch, and would have enough for him.
****
xxxHolic, Watanuki
Watanuki was very careful when he cleaned his apartment. It wasn't because he had much of value. Rather, it was partially because he took pride in a job well done, and partially because there were some very important things he didn't want to upset.
He had to be careful dusting the telephone, because the ward on the bottom could peel off if he was careless. Then the next time he answered it--not that that happened often--a spirit on the other end could easily enter through the reciever and wreck merry havoc trying to eat him.
He had to be careful cleaning the windows, because he didn't want to get the wards there wet. Then he'd have just any passing spirit trying to leak through.
He had to be careful with the ward ove the door, because of all the air kicked up if he opened the door too fast or shut it too forcefully.
Watanuki was very careful when he cleaned his apartment. If he didn't take some sort of care, it was almost like telling his parents that he didn't care that they'd died trying to protect him.
***
xxxHolic, Possible Romantic Threesome, Watanuki, Doumeki, Himawari, Yuuko
"I want to find Himawari-chan the perfect man," Watanuki was saying to Yuuko and Doumeki and Mokona. There was a blanket on the ground and food was spread out, attractive in laquered bento boxes and chopsticks.
"A perfect man?" Yuuko echoed. "No such thing."
"Not perfect," Watanuki said. "I mean, someone who can be with her without being effected by her bad luck. Someone who can make her happy."
"There's Tanpopo," Doumeki observed.
"Tanpopo's a bird," Watanuki snapped. "Himawari-chan needs people, not just me and you."
"Why?" Yuuko asked. "She likes the both of you, and she loves Tanpopo."
"But--I mean--what if she wants to get married?"
"I doubt Himawari-chan wants to pass on her luck to an unlucky child," Yuuko said breezily. Watanuki shook his head.
"Well, I just--I don't like the idea of her being alone," he said. Doumeki raised an eyebrow.
"We're with her," he said.
"Not like that," Watanuki said morosely. Doumeki thoughtfully chewed a piece of sushi.
"We could be," he said thoughtfully, glancing from Watanuki to Yuuko and back.
"Er," Watanuki said.
"Sorry I'm late," Himawari said, dressed in a yellow sundress and her hair cascading down her back. "What are you talking about?"
Watanuki stuttered, Doumeki chewed his food, and Yuuko smiled slyly.
"We were discussing the merits of a romantic threesome, Himawari-chan," she said, and handed the girl a can of tea. "Sit down, we may be able to work something out!"
"Eh? Oh! Watanuki-kun, you're awfully pale! Doumeki-kun, what's so funny?"
***
xxxHolic, Threesome, Himawari/Kimihiro/Shizuka
They had all paid a little, for what they could afford. But it allowed them to do things such as having picnics or going to movies together without worrying about terrible accidents.
(Little things still happened. Kimihiro sometimes got burned fingers from the popcorn and Shizuka sometimes got bruises from somehow falling off the metal foxes at the park, but for the most part it was nothing serious.)
Himawari had never been happier, and she thought Kimihiro and Shizuka hadn't been either. It wasn't her idea of what her life would be like--it was so much better, without the bleakness of being locked behind the walls of her parents' house.
"Here," Shizuka said, shoving a can of coffee at Kimihiro.
"You jerk! Did you even ask what flavors we wanted?"
Shizuka handed her a can as well. "Didn't have to," he said, opening his can. Himawari looked down at her can--hazelnut and vanilla, her favorite.
"What did Shizuka-kun get you, Kimihiro-kun?" she asked. Kimihiro blushed and stammered.
"F--French mocha."
"Oh, your favorite!" She threaded one arm through Shizuka's, and waited patiently for Shizuka to tug Kimihiro closer. The thrill of being able to touch either of them--both of them--without fear of cursing them was a heady feeling she was still getting used to. Kimihiro was still getting used to dating not only a girl, but also a boy, and Shizuka--well, Shizuka was getting used to remembering the likes and dislikes of two different people.
All in all, it wasn't a bad way for the future to look, as far as Himawari was concerned.
***
xxxHolic/Mononoke
Haruka had not been a priest a the temple for very long, but he'd had the Sight all his life, and he knew immediately that the young man in the old-fashioned travelling clothes was not human. He carried a wooden box on his back and his face was painted--or perhaps naturally marked--with scarlet around his eyes and violet around his mouth. He blended in easily with the crowd at the summer festival, though perhaps not as easily as he would have a hundred years ago. He avoided all the small spirits and ghosts. They were none of his business, Haruka thought, but that was just a hunch.
The young man noticed him watching, smoking and leaning against a festival stall. "I have medicines to sell," he said. "Would you like me to show them to you?"
Haruka shook his head. "I have no need for medicines," he said.
"You smoke. I have tobacco." His eyes were blue and full of secrets. Haruka shook his head again.
"I'm sorry," he said, bowing a little, "but I bought a pack of cigarettes just this afternoon."
"How unfortunate," the medicine-seller said. "I have other things...." He glanced at Haruka through half-lowered eyelids, and chuckled. "But I think you will say no to those, too. I don't think my picture-books are the kind of thing that sells anymore, hmm?"
Haruka bowed a little deeper. "I'm sorry," he said. The medicine seller waved off his apology.
"Fewer people need my medicines, that's all," he said. "I may have to find a different method of hunting." He gave Haruka a cat's smile. "You are the priest of this temple?"
"Yes. Though I haven't been one very long."
"Ah." The medicine seller glanced around. "You do a good job. There are very few troubled spirits here."
"Thank you very much," Haruka said, inclining his head. "I take that as high praise, and proof that I'm doing my job correctly."
The medicine seller gave him an indulgent smile, turned, and disappeared into the crowd. Haruka watched him go, and finished his cigarette.
BAH, the internet tried to eat this! But now it's saved on my computer, so I'll have it in at least two places.
Anyway, drabbles and sundry.
Series: xxxHolic/Wish crossover
Characters: Koryuu, Watanuki, Doumeki
Rating: Uh, PG?
Disclaimer: CLAMP's property, all of it. I'm just playing around.
The street was thick with humans, bustling and moving about this way and that. Koryuu could smell them, hear the whispers of girls that thought him cute and boys that thought him pretty. They smelled alive, meaty and bloody and animal. He ran his tongue over one of his fangs and wondered if he could get away with snacking on one of them. It was so hot out, surely no one would begrudge him a snack?
On the one hand, Kokuyou wouldn't truly care, but on the other his angelic partner would not be so understanding, and thus Kokuyou wouldn't necessarily let it slip. Koryuu weighed snacking on a human soul--tasty, they were--with the (possible) wrath of the Prince of Hell. He had just decided that a random human snack really wasn't worth it when the boy passed him.
Koryuu wasn't certain what it was. The boy didn't make him feel the way Shuuichirou had, and Koryuu had come to know what humans felt like when they approached their death. This boy didn't have that, but he was so...well. He smelled good, he looked good, and Koryuu could tell he would taste good, too, every last wisp of him.
Thoughts of Hisui's dismay and Kokuyou's wrath were promptly forgotten.
He sidled up next the boy, who was looking at vegetables at an outdoor stand. The boy wore glasses and was muttering to himself.
"Daikon, enoki mushrooms--what does she think I am, rich?--cucumbers, eggplant...." He was looking over a display of ghostly daikon radishes. Koryuu stepped up next to him, elegant and stylish.
"Can I help you?" he purred. The boy looked at him briefly, glanced away--then his gaze snapped back and his mouth fell open. Koryuu felt quite gratified by this until the boy actually spoke.
"You're not human," he said. He had just picked up a radish when Koryuu had spoken, and now he brandished it like a sword. "D--don't come near me!"
Koryuu blinked. "You're cute," he said. The boy just glared. He really was cute, trying to be all brave and pointing the business end of a radish at Koryuu, like it would actually do something worthwhile. "Why don't we go get something to drink? I'm feeling kind of thirsty in this heat, aren't you?"
"No, he isn't," a new voice said, and it made shivers prickle up Koryuu's spine. Another boy stood behind him, carrying a cotton mesh shopping bag full of eggplant and cucumbers. He practically radiated little invisible lightning bolts, and underneath them was the clear ringing sound of an exceptionally pure soul. Koryuu frowned.
"I wasn't asking you," he said irritably.
"Too bad," the other boy said. He stepped past Koryuu, and the demon shrunk away a little, feeling the little lightnings spark at him. "Oi," the boy said to Koryuu's target, "you look like an idiot holding a radish like that. Either put it in the bag and buy it or put it back."
The boy glared at him, but shoved the daikon in the cotton bag so hard he nearly snapped it. "Come on," he said, and cast one more glance at Koryuu before beating a hasty retreat, with his handy lightning-ball buddy following like a dog.
Koryuu huffed and scowled. He was still hungry, but none of the souls passing him by felt worth the effort. Maybe Hisui was finished with lunch, and would have enough for him.
****
xxxHolic, Watanuki
Watanuki was very careful when he cleaned his apartment. It wasn't because he had much of value. Rather, it was partially because he took pride in a job well done, and partially because there were some very important things he didn't want to upset.
He had to be careful dusting the telephone, because the ward on the bottom could peel off if he was careless. Then the next time he answered it--not that that happened often--a spirit on the other end could easily enter through the reciever and wreck merry havoc trying to eat him.
He had to be careful cleaning the windows, because he didn't want to get the wards there wet. Then he'd have just any passing spirit trying to leak through.
He had to be careful with the ward ove the door, because of all the air kicked up if he opened the door too fast or shut it too forcefully.
Watanuki was very careful when he cleaned his apartment. If he didn't take some sort of care, it was almost like telling his parents that he didn't care that they'd died trying to protect him.
***
xxxHolic, Possible Romantic Threesome, Watanuki, Doumeki, Himawari, Yuuko
"I want to find Himawari-chan the perfect man," Watanuki was saying to Yuuko and Doumeki and Mokona. There was a blanket on the ground and food was spread out, attractive in laquered bento boxes and chopsticks.
"A perfect man?" Yuuko echoed. "No such thing."
"Not perfect," Watanuki said. "I mean, someone who can be with her without being effected by her bad luck. Someone who can make her happy."
"There's Tanpopo," Doumeki observed.
"Tanpopo's a bird," Watanuki snapped. "Himawari-chan needs people, not just me and you."
"Why?" Yuuko asked. "She likes the both of you, and she loves Tanpopo."
"But--I mean--what if she wants to get married?"
"I doubt Himawari-chan wants to pass on her luck to an unlucky child," Yuuko said breezily. Watanuki shook his head.
"Well, I just--I don't like the idea of her being alone," he said. Doumeki raised an eyebrow.
"We're with her," he said.
"Not like that," Watanuki said morosely. Doumeki thoughtfully chewed a piece of sushi.
"We could be," he said thoughtfully, glancing from Watanuki to Yuuko and back.
"Er," Watanuki said.
"Sorry I'm late," Himawari said, dressed in a yellow sundress and her hair cascading down her back. "What are you talking about?"
Watanuki stuttered, Doumeki chewed his food, and Yuuko smiled slyly.
"We were discussing the merits of a romantic threesome, Himawari-chan," she said, and handed the girl a can of tea. "Sit down, we may be able to work something out!"
"Eh? Oh! Watanuki-kun, you're awfully pale! Doumeki-kun, what's so funny?"
***
xxxHolic, Threesome, Himawari/Kimihiro/Shizuka
They had all paid a little, for what they could afford. But it allowed them to do things such as having picnics or going to movies together without worrying about terrible accidents.
(Little things still happened. Kimihiro sometimes got burned fingers from the popcorn and Shizuka sometimes got bruises from somehow falling off the metal foxes at the park, but for the most part it was nothing serious.)
Himawari had never been happier, and she thought Kimihiro and Shizuka hadn't been either. It wasn't her idea of what her life would be like--it was so much better, without the bleakness of being locked behind the walls of her parents' house.
"Here," Shizuka said, shoving a can of coffee at Kimihiro.
"You jerk! Did you even ask what flavors we wanted?"
Shizuka handed her a can as well. "Didn't have to," he said, opening his can. Himawari looked down at her can--hazelnut and vanilla, her favorite.
"What did Shizuka-kun get you, Kimihiro-kun?" she asked. Kimihiro blushed and stammered.
"F--French mocha."
"Oh, your favorite!" She threaded one arm through Shizuka's, and waited patiently for Shizuka to tug Kimihiro closer. The thrill of being able to touch either of them--both of them--without fear of cursing them was a heady feeling she was still getting used to. Kimihiro was still getting used to dating not only a girl, but also a boy, and Shizuka--well, Shizuka was getting used to remembering the likes and dislikes of two different people.
All in all, it wasn't a bad way for the future to look, as far as Himawari was concerned.
***
xxxHolic/Mononoke
Haruka had not been a priest a the temple for very long, but he'd had the Sight all his life, and he knew immediately that the young man in the old-fashioned travelling clothes was not human. He carried a wooden box on his back and his face was painted--or perhaps naturally marked--with scarlet around his eyes and violet around his mouth. He blended in easily with the crowd at the summer festival, though perhaps not as easily as he would have a hundred years ago. He avoided all the small spirits and ghosts. They were none of his business, Haruka thought, but that was just a hunch.
The young man noticed him watching, smoking and leaning against a festival stall. "I have medicines to sell," he said. "Would you like me to show them to you?"
Haruka shook his head. "I have no need for medicines," he said.
"You smoke. I have tobacco." His eyes were blue and full of secrets. Haruka shook his head again.
"I'm sorry," he said, bowing a little, "but I bought a pack of cigarettes just this afternoon."
"How unfortunate," the medicine-seller said. "I have other things...." He glanced at Haruka through half-lowered eyelids, and chuckled. "But I think you will say no to those, too. I don't think my picture-books are the kind of thing that sells anymore, hmm?"
Haruka bowed a little deeper. "I'm sorry," he said. The medicine seller waved off his apology.
"Fewer people need my medicines, that's all," he said. "I may have to find a different method of hunting." He gave Haruka a cat's smile. "You are the priest of this temple?"
"Yes. Though I haven't been one very long."
"Ah." The medicine seller glanced around. "You do a good job. There are very few troubled spirits here."
"Thank you very much," Haruka said, inclining his head. "I take that as high praise, and proof that I'm doing my job correctly."
The medicine seller gave him an indulgent smile, turned, and disappeared into the crowd. Haruka watched him go, and finished his cigarette.
BAH, the internet tried to eat this! But now it's saved on my computer, so I'll have it in at least two places.