Transitions: Chapter 2
Took me forever to finish the last few paragraphs. I rewrote them at least four times. ^_^; I think it turned out okay though. I think.
Title: Transitions
Author: Serenetwinkle
Chapter: 2 of (still don't know)
Rating: PG- for the heck of it
Word count: 2,796
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Status: Incomplete
Summary: A switching of the strangest kind gives Watanuki and Doumeki a glimpse of something more.
Disclaimer- Forgot this last time. Oops. I don't own them. There. All done.
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Transitions
Doumeki stood quietly next to the closed window of the guest bedroom, alternately staring blankly out the rain-streaked glass and casting worried glances down at the prone and near motionless figure resting on a futon several feet away.
Nine hours.
Not a twitch. Not a word.
Just the steady up and down rhythm of Watanuki’s chest as it rose and fell with each breath he took.
It was quite mesmerizing, actually.
The silence was something Doumeki was unaccustomed to while being in the smaller boy’s company. Though he clearly remembered being in a situation similar to this one before, he was still mildly surprised to find Watanuki didn’t talk in his sleep.
A shame really, as it might have eased some of the knots that seemed to have permanently taken up residence in his stomach ever since he witness his friend suddenly keeling over in the middle of the sidewalk.
Nine hours, five minutes.
Back to staring out the window, Doumeki tried to concentrate on the pitter-pat of the falling rain that had not let up in the least all day. He could see a tree a little way off across the grounds sway slightly in the gusting winds. Really, if anything, the weather outside had only gotten worse. It wasn’t even rainy season either.
Nine hours, ten minutes.
His gaze wandered back to the injured boy on the floor. Was it lack of proper rest, maybe, that was making him sleep so long now? He hadn’t been lying when he’d said Watanuki looked tired. Exhausted was a more accurate assessment, to be honest. The last several weeks, the usually loud-mouthed and exuberant teen had been uncharacteristically lacking in the energy department. Even his insults had lost a good deal of their customary sting. It had been a welcome respite for his ears, but in retrospect Doumeki wondered if he should have said something earlier, before the dark circles under Watanuki’s eyes had gotten so pronounced and the yawns during and between classes had become more frequent.
If only he had said something sooner, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
Of course, that was assuming Watanuki would have actually listened to him.
Nine hours, fifteen minutes.
He really had to stop looking at that clock.
Just as Doumeki was about to turn to the window once more, a small noise alerted him to movement from the boy on the floor. He pushed away from the wall he had been leaning on and took a step towards the futon. Stopping himself after another step, he resisted the urge to hover like some anxious nursemaid over the unconscious boy. Watanuki would surely not appreciate his face being the first thing he saw when he woke up.
Watanuki sighed deeply in his sleep and shifted a tiny bit under the blanket. A soft, almost imperceptible groan issued from him.
Doumeki decided he really didn’t care if Watanuki was appreciative or not and walked over the teen’s side, kneeling down just as sleepy cobalt blue eyes opened. For several seconds, Watanuki just blinked slowly at the ceiling, eyes still half shut and out of focus. As he became more awake, clarity came into blue depths along with a hint of confusion.
And he was still staring at the ceiling. Frowning at it, in fact.
Doumeki would never say it out loud, but he thought the small crease between Watanuki’s brow was quite cute at the moment. The cuteness would be blown out the window in a minute of course, as soon as the other boy opened his mouth, but it was good to enjoy things while they lasted.
“Why...”
Ah, here it came.
“...am I...”
Doumeki briefly wondered what kind of accusations might be hurled at him this time. He entertained a few ideas of attempted kidnapping and indecent behavior, perhaps even being called a pervert or molester once Watanuki realize he wasn’t wearing his uniform anymore. (It wasn’t his fault that the bespectacled boy had fallen straight into a puddle of water like an idiot.) Instead, he was clad one of Doumeki’s smaller kimono robes, a soft flannel one that he had always loved and never had the heart to throw out, even after it became too small for him to wear. Maybe he would let Watanuki keep it, since fit him perfectly.
“Oh.” Watanuki had turned his head to the side and finally realized he had company.
“Why am I at your temple?” he asked, finishing his earlier question, a disoriented expression still etched on his face.
“You-” The archer caught himself before saying ‘fainted’. Watanuki would definitely be offended by the word, for some harebrained reason or another, and would start flailing about in vehement denial. Something along the lines of:
“I did not faint, you smug bastard! Fainting is for girls!”
Or near enough to that anyway.
“-fell.”
But really, that was just stating the obvious. Maybe he would complain about that instead? It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Ah, that’s right.” Watanuki’s expression cleared for a second, before reverting back to the tiny frown.
“But...” he waved a hand around vaguely at the room. “That doesn’t really explain why I’m in your home.”
It didn’t?
Doumeki was, at this point beginning to wonder if Watanuki had hit his head a little harder than he originally believed, so he fell back on an old standby to snap the other boy back into his normal state of mind.
Besides, he could never resist teasing the guy.
“Would you rather I had left you outside, in the middle of the sidewalk, in the rain? I knew you were an idiot, but...”
Instead of the expected shouts of outraged indignation, he only received a blank stare.
Maybe he should call a doctor. The head injury must be very serious.
“I don’t... What are you talking about?” The frown was more pronounced now, and Watanuki was pushing aside the blanket, making motions to sit up. Automatically, Doumeki reached out a hand to help before realizing it would probably be ignored.
He nearly fell over in shock when Watanuki grabbed his hand and pulled himself into a sitting position. His brain reeled even further out of commission when he noticed the shorter teen hadn’t immediately let go of said hand. Instead...
Now their hands were laying, together, in Watanuki’s lap.
‘...the hell?’
Doumeki could only stare in dazed stupefaction at their joined hands.
Doctor...
Needed to call a doctor...
“...zuka? Hey are you listening to me? What are you staring at? Did you hear me? Hey!”
Snapping out of his trance, Doumeki jerked his head up from Watanuki’s lap and realized with a start that the other boy had been trying to say something to him and he hadn‘t heard a word.
However, his erroneous transgression seemed only to produce a slight exasperation in the form of one raised eyebrow and a strange look from Watanuki.
“Are you alright?” The eyebrow raised a little higher with the question.
Shouldn’t he be the one asking that?
“What were you saying?”
Watanuki blinked and tilted his head to the side, as if trying to judge if the taller boy was mentally sound enough to finally listen to him.
“Well, while you were being enraptured by our hands, I was asking you why we weren’t at school and what you meant by us being outside.”
Huh?
“Why would we be at school when my house is right here?” Did he expect him to drag his unconscious body to classes of all things? Even for Watanuki that was unreasonable.
“Huh? Closer? But we were already at school so-”
“Wait.”
Watanuki stopped mid-sentence and waited for Doumeki to speak. Odd behavioral change number... Three? Four?
Anyway.
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
It was obvious that the smaller boy was completely lost at the moment. Well, that made two of them. Still, Watanuki gave a quick nod and a short recount of the incident leading up to their present situation.
Hmm.
Was it possible for someone to get amnesia and then just make up their own memories to fill the gap?
Doumeki didn’t think it was quite that simple. Besides, it didn’t explain the whole hand holding thing.
Which he had yet to pull away from.
“Now will you please explain to me why I’m at your house?”
How to explain it? Blowing out a breath of air he tried to organize his words in his head beforehand. Starting slowly, he began, “Watanuki...”
And stopped at the sudden twitch of Watanuki’s body and the taken aback look on his face.
“Wha... Are you mad at me or something? It’s not like I meant to fall down the stairs!” Doumeki felt his hand being gripped tightly and couldn’t even begin to decipher the expression on the other boy’s face. It was... not something he had ever seen before. And since when had Watanuki cared if he was mad at him or not?
“And you can’t possibly get on me about be careless, since there was no way in the world that kid bumping into me was my fault. I mean, come on. Who runs down a crowded stairwell anyway? He’s just lucky no one else fell down too.”
Now he was back in Rant Mode. This, at least, Doumeki was familiar with. He let the smaller boy babble on for a minute as he tried to collect his thoughts once more. This was more than just a simple case of stories not matching up. Watanuki seemed to think that he was in a completely different location, at a completely different time when he fell. No, that wasn’t right really. Watanuki didn’t just think he had been somewhere else. Doumeki was almost 90 percent sure Watanuki actually had been where he said he was, when he said. Which meant...
What?
Something weird and supernatural, assuredly. And something not altogether uncommon when dealing with a magnet of all things strange and freaky like Watanuki.
One more incident to add to his repertoire of bizarre occurrences. He was building up quite the collection.
Oh, oops. Watanuki had stopped speaking again. And there was that look on his face again too.
Doumeki wished fervently that the other boy would stop looking at him like that. It was such a confusing myriad of emotions, the likes of which Doumeki had never had directed at him before by anyone. It made him want to promise anything, do anything, just to wipe that expression off Watanuki’s face. To remove that hurt look from his eyes.
But if he was correct in his guess, and as strange and incomprehensible as it seemed, the archer was pretty sure that the Watanuki in front of him was not the one he had know for the past two and a half years.
Which meant he didn’t really know anything at all about this person. And he was never really in the habit of trying to comfort people he didn’t know.
Doumeki realized after a second that he had been staring, unblinking, at the boy in front of him as he was thinking and thought maybe he should say something to try and ease his confusion a bit.
“Watanuki...”
Ah, damn. Apparently he had messed it up already.
Tears had formed suddenly in familiar blue eyes. With a voice that sounded like it might start to burst out crying at any minute, Watanuki asked, “Why do you keep saying that? Why are you looking at me so coldly,” his voice wavered and the hand holding his tightened even more, “I don’t know what I did, but please, talk to me. Shizuka... Please tell me what’s wrong.” A tear trembled hesitantly at the corner of one eye. Their eye. He blinked and it slipped silently down his cheek.
Doumeki’s heart skipped traitorously in his chest at his name, even as it ached to see his friend, no, this person who looked like his friend, appearing so lost and confused. With an inward sigh of regret, he tried to pull his hand from the smaller teen’s grasp. Long, slender fingers clung to him as he attempted to retract his hand, forcing him to stay.
“No...”
“I’m going to make some tea. Stay here.” The taller boy made to stand up, leaving Watanuki little choice but to let go or be dragged up with him.
Or... he could jerk him back down and cause them both to fall back onto the futon in an untidy heap.
Apparently, Watanuki was going with the third option.
Doumeki barely got his other hand in front of him in time to keep from crushing the thin form beneath him. His other hand was still joined with Watanuki’s and so he landed rather lopsided, on one elbow with their joined hands stretching up above the shorter boy’s head, where it rested once more on the pillow. With his knees straddling one long leg and his face mere inches from Watanuki’s own, Doumeki couldn’t help but think somewhere in the back of his mind that their positions might look a bit compromising to anyone who might happen to step in on them.
The rest of his mind was currently occupied with a kind of blank shock and dumbfounded fascination.
Boy’s... really shouldn’t have such uncommonly beautiful eyes.
“Shizuka...” A breathy whisper. An intimate sigh of his name that Doumeki had only before heard in his dreams.
Watanuki raised his free hand and brushed fingers against the archers cheek, before trailing his hand around to grab the back of his neck.
“Please...”
Dear God, his heart was going to explode any minute now.
Breathtakingly blue eyes stared pleadingly into his own through half opened lids.
“...kiss me.”
The hand behind his neck began to pull his face down, shortening the already small gap between them.
Cardiac arrest...was imminent.
And it was tempting. So incredibly tempting, to just close his eyes and press his lips against the other boy’s mouth. To taste him and feel him move against him in a way he might never get the opportunity to experience again.
Cobalt eyes closed and warm breath sighed against his skin. With a willpower he half wished he didn’t posses, Doumeki pushed himself away from the other teen. Watanuki was surprised enough to let the archer’s hand slip unchallenged from his grip.
With shaking legs Doumeki stood and retreated to the door. He kept his head down and carefully avoided looking Watanuki in the face. He may have been able to resist the smaller boy once, but he was almost certain that if he looked over and saw the same look of desperate wanting staring up at him, needing him, his will would dissipate like a pile of leaves in the wind.
“Shizuka!”
Doumeki didn’t need to see the other boy’s face to know there were tears flowing down pale cheek at that moment.
The one word said it all.
And he knew he was being selfish. He knew he should stay where he was and explain things properly, to try and sort out the facts for the disoriented and upset teen sitting on his floor. He also knew that he couldn’t stay one more minute without flinging himself into Watanuki’s arms and giving in to his previous request.
But he couldn’t let that happen because of all the things he knew at that moment, he knew with the most absolute of certainty that the boy occupying the room with him was not his Watanuki.
“I’ll go get some to tea for you. We can talk when I get back.” Mentally congratulating himself on not stumbling over his words, Doumeki fled as calmly as his overheated brain would allow him.
He was truly grateful when Watanuki didn’t call out to him again.
Only when the door was safely closed behind him and he had gotten what he deemed a safe distance down the hall did Doumeki allow his unsteady legs to finally give out beneath him. As he flopped to the floor, back resting against one wall, legs stretched out haphazardly in front of him, the blush that had been threatening to creep up on him exploded across his cheeks.
Doumeki let his head fall into his open hands with a quiet thump, the warmth of his palm even feeling somewhat cool against the intense fieriness of his face.
It took him two full minutes to chase the redness from his cheeks and recover enough composure to actually get up and finally make his way to the kitchen. Doumeki was sure though, that the heat he still felt from the other boy’s body wouldn’t be as quick to go away.
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Thus ends chapter two. Thanks for reading. :-)
Title: Transitions
Author: Serenetwinkle
Chapter: 2 of (still don't know)
Rating: PG- for the heck of it
Word count: 2,796
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Status: Incomplete
Summary: A switching of the strangest kind gives Watanuki and Doumeki a glimpse of something more.
Disclaimer- Forgot this last time. Oops. I don't own them. There. All done.
~*~
Transitions
Doumeki stood quietly next to the closed window of the guest bedroom, alternately staring blankly out the rain-streaked glass and casting worried glances down at the prone and near motionless figure resting on a futon several feet away.
Nine hours.
Not a twitch. Not a word.
Just the steady up and down rhythm of Watanuki’s chest as it rose and fell with each breath he took.
It was quite mesmerizing, actually.
The silence was something Doumeki was unaccustomed to while being in the smaller boy’s company. Though he clearly remembered being in a situation similar to this one before, he was still mildly surprised to find Watanuki didn’t talk in his sleep.
A shame really, as it might have eased some of the knots that seemed to have permanently taken up residence in his stomach ever since he witness his friend suddenly keeling over in the middle of the sidewalk.
Nine hours, five minutes.
Back to staring out the window, Doumeki tried to concentrate on the pitter-pat of the falling rain that had not let up in the least all day. He could see a tree a little way off across the grounds sway slightly in the gusting winds. Really, if anything, the weather outside had only gotten worse. It wasn’t even rainy season either.
Nine hours, ten minutes.
His gaze wandered back to the injured boy on the floor. Was it lack of proper rest, maybe, that was making him sleep so long now? He hadn’t been lying when he’d said Watanuki looked tired. Exhausted was a more accurate assessment, to be honest. The last several weeks, the usually loud-mouthed and exuberant teen had been uncharacteristically lacking in the energy department. Even his insults had lost a good deal of their customary sting. It had been a welcome respite for his ears, but in retrospect Doumeki wondered if he should have said something earlier, before the dark circles under Watanuki’s eyes had gotten so pronounced and the yawns during and between classes had become more frequent.
If only he had said something sooner, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
Of course, that was assuming Watanuki would have actually listened to him.
Nine hours, fifteen minutes.
He really had to stop looking at that clock.
Just as Doumeki was about to turn to the window once more, a small noise alerted him to movement from the boy on the floor. He pushed away from the wall he had been leaning on and took a step towards the futon. Stopping himself after another step, he resisted the urge to hover like some anxious nursemaid over the unconscious boy. Watanuki would surely not appreciate his face being the first thing he saw when he woke up.
Watanuki sighed deeply in his sleep and shifted a tiny bit under the blanket. A soft, almost imperceptible groan issued from him.
Doumeki decided he really didn’t care if Watanuki was appreciative or not and walked over the teen’s side, kneeling down just as sleepy cobalt blue eyes opened. For several seconds, Watanuki just blinked slowly at the ceiling, eyes still half shut and out of focus. As he became more awake, clarity came into blue depths along with a hint of confusion.
And he was still staring at the ceiling. Frowning at it, in fact.
Doumeki would never say it out loud, but he thought the small crease between Watanuki’s brow was quite cute at the moment. The cuteness would be blown out the window in a minute of course, as soon as the other boy opened his mouth, but it was good to enjoy things while they lasted.
“Why...”
Ah, here it came.
“...am I...”
Doumeki briefly wondered what kind of accusations might be hurled at him this time. He entertained a few ideas of attempted kidnapping and indecent behavior, perhaps even being called a pervert or molester once Watanuki realize he wasn’t wearing his uniform anymore. (It wasn’t his fault that the bespectacled boy had fallen straight into a puddle of water like an idiot.) Instead, he was clad one of Doumeki’s smaller kimono robes, a soft flannel one that he had always loved and never had the heart to throw out, even after it became too small for him to wear. Maybe he would let Watanuki keep it, since fit him perfectly.
“Oh.” Watanuki had turned his head to the side and finally realized he had company.
“Why am I at your temple?” he asked, finishing his earlier question, a disoriented expression still etched on his face.
“You-” The archer caught himself before saying ‘fainted’. Watanuki would definitely be offended by the word, for some harebrained reason or another, and would start flailing about in vehement denial. Something along the lines of:
“I did not faint, you smug bastard! Fainting is for girls!”
Or near enough to that anyway.
“-fell.”
But really, that was just stating the obvious. Maybe he would complain about that instead? It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Ah, that’s right.” Watanuki’s expression cleared for a second, before reverting back to the tiny frown.
“But...” he waved a hand around vaguely at the room. “That doesn’t really explain why I’m in your home.”
It didn’t?
Doumeki was, at this point beginning to wonder if Watanuki had hit his head a little harder than he originally believed, so he fell back on an old standby to snap the other boy back into his normal state of mind.
Besides, he could never resist teasing the guy.
“Would you rather I had left you outside, in the middle of the sidewalk, in the rain? I knew you were an idiot, but...”
Instead of the expected shouts of outraged indignation, he only received a blank stare.
Maybe he should call a doctor. The head injury must be very serious.
“I don’t... What are you talking about?” The frown was more pronounced now, and Watanuki was pushing aside the blanket, making motions to sit up. Automatically, Doumeki reached out a hand to help before realizing it would probably be ignored.
He nearly fell over in shock when Watanuki grabbed his hand and pulled himself into a sitting position. His brain reeled even further out of commission when he noticed the shorter teen hadn’t immediately let go of said hand. Instead...
Now their hands were laying, together, in Watanuki’s lap.
‘...the hell?’
Doumeki could only stare in dazed stupefaction at their joined hands.
Doctor...
Needed to call a doctor...
“...zuka? Hey are you listening to me? What are you staring at? Did you hear me? Hey!”
Snapping out of his trance, Doumeki jerked his head up from Watanuki’s lap and realized with a start that the other boy had been trying to say something to him and he hadn‘t heard a word.
However, his erroneous transgression seemed only to produce a slight exasperation in the form of one raised eyebrow and a strange look from Watanuki.
“Are you alright?” The eyebrow raised a little higher with the question.
Shouldn’t he be the one asking that?
“What were you saying?”
Watanuki blinked and tilted his head to the side, as if trying to judge if the taller boy was mentally sound enough to finally listen to him.
“Well, while you were being enraptured by our hands, I was asking you why we weren’t at school and what you meant by us being outside.”
Huh?
“Why would we be at school when my house is right here?” Did he expect him to drag his unconscious body to classes of all things? Even for Watanuki that was unreasonable.
“Huh? Closer? But we were already at school so-”
“Wait.”
Watanuki stopped mid-sentence and waited for Doumeki to speak. Odd behavioral change number... Three? Four?
Anyway.
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
It was obvious that the smaller boy was completely lost at the moment. Well, that made two of them. Still, Watanuki gave a quick nod and a short recount of the incident leading up to their present situation.
Hmm.
Was it possible for someone to get amnesia and then just make up their own memories to fill the gap?
Doumeki didn’t think it was quite that simple. Besides, it didn’t explain the whole hand holding thing.
Which he had yet to pull away from.
“Now will you please explain to me why I’m at your house?”
How to explain it? Blowing out a breath of air he tried to organize his words in his head beforehand. Starting slowly, he began, “Watanuki...”
And stopped at the sudden twitch of Watanuki’s body and the taken aback look on his face.
“Wha... Are you mad at me or something? It’s not like I meant to fall down the stairs!” Doumeki felt his hand being gripped tightly and couldn’t even begin to decipher the expression on the other boy’s face. It was... not something he had ever seen before. And since when had Watanuki cared if he was mad at him or not?
“And you can’t possibly get on me about be careless, since there was no way in the world that kid bumping into me was my fault. I mean, come on. Who runs down a crowded stairwell anyway? He’s just lucky no one else fell down too.”
Now he was back in Rant Mode. This, at least, Doumeki was familiar with. He let the smaller boy babble on for a minute as he tried to collect his thoughts once more. This was more than just a simple case of stories not matching up. Watanuki seemed to think that he was in a completely different location, at a completely different time when he fell. No, that wasn’t right really. Watanuki didn’t just think he had been somewhere else. Doumeki was almost 90 percent sure Watanuki actually had been where he said he was, when he said. Which meant...
What?
Something weird and supernatural, assuredly. And something not altogether uncommon when dealing with a magnet of all things strange and freaky like Watanuki.
One more incident to add to his repertoire of bizarre occurrences. He was building up quite the collection.
Oh, oops. Watanuki had stopped speaking again. And there was that look on his face again too.
Doumeki wished fervently that the other boy would stop looking at him like that. It was such a confusing myriad of emotions, the likes of which Doumeki had never had directed at him before by anyone. It made him want to promise anything, do anything, just to wipe that expression off Watanuki’s face. To remove that hurt look from his eyes.
But if he was correct in his guess, and as strange and incomprehensible as it seemed, the archer was pretty sure that the Watanuki in front of him was not the one he had know for the past two and a half years.
Which meant he didn’t really know anything at all about this person. And he was never really in the habit of trying to comfort people he didn’t know.
Doumeki realized after a second that he had been staring, unblinking, at the boy in front of him as he was thinking and thought maybe he should say something to try and ease his confusion a bit.
“Watanuki...”
Ah, damn. Apparently he had messed it up already.
Tears had formed suddenly in familiar blue eyes. With a voice that sounded like it might start to burst out crying at any minute, Watanuki asked, “Why do you keep saying that? Why are you looking at me so coldly,” his voice wavered and the hand holding his tightened even more, “I don’t know what I did, but please, talk to me. Shizuka... Please tell me what’s wrong.” A tear trembled hesitantly at the corner of one eye. Their eye. He blinked and it slipped silently down his cheek.
Doumeki’s heart skipped traitorously in his chest at his name, even as it ached to see his friend, no, this person who looked like his friend, appearing so lost and confused. With an inward sigh of regret, he tried to pull his hand from the smaller teen’s grasp. Long, slender fingers clung to him as he attempted to retract his hand, forcing him to stay.
“No...”
“I’m going to make some tea. Stay here.” The taller boy made to stand up, leaving Watanuki little choice but to let go or be dragged up with him.
Or... he could jerk him back down and cause them both to fall back onto the futon in an untidy heap.
Apparently, Watanuki was going with the third option.
Doumeki barely got his other hand in front of him in time to keep from crushing the thin form beneath him. His other hand was still joined with Watanuki’s and so he landed rather lopsided, on one elbow with their joined hands stretching up above the shorter boy’s head, where it rested once more on the pillow. With his knees straddling one long leg and his face mere inches from Watanuki’s own, Doumeki couldn’t help but think somewhere in the back of his mind that their positions might look a bit compromising to anyone who might happen to step in on them.
The rest of his mind was currently occupied with a kind of blank shock and dumbfounded fascination.
Boy’s... really shouldn’t have such uncommonly beautiful eyes.
“Shizuka...” A breathy whisper. An intimate sigh of his name that Doumeki had only before heard in his dreams.
Watanuki raised his free hand and brushed fingers against the archers cheek, before trailing his hand around to grab the back of his neck.
“Please...”
Dear God, his heart was going to explode any minute now.
Breathtakingly blue eyes stared pleadingly into his own through half opened lids.
“...kiss me.”
The hand behind his neck began to pull his face down, shortening the already small gap between them.
Cardiac arrest...was imminent.
And it was tempting. So incredibly tempting, to just close his eyes and press his lips against the other boy’s mouth. To taste him and feel him move against him in a way he might never get the opportunity to experience again.
Cobalt eyes closed and warm breath sighed against his skin. With a willpower he half wished he didn’t posses, Doumeki pushed himself away from the other teen. Watanuki was surprised enough to let the archer’s hand slip unchallenged from his grip.
With shaking legs Doumeki stood and retreated to the door. He kept his head down and carefully avoided looking Watanuki in the face. He may have been able to resist the smaller boy once, but he was almost certain that if he looked over and saw the same look of desperate wanting staring up at him, needing him, his will would dissipate like a pile of leaves in the wind.
“Shizuka!”
Doumeki didn’t need to see the other boy’s face to know there were tears flowing down pale cheek at that moment.
The one word said it all.
And he knew he was being selfish. He knew he should stay where he was and explain things properly, to try and sort out the facts for the disoriented and upset teen sitting on his floor. He also knew that he couldn’t stay one more minute without flinging himself into Watanuki’s arms and giving in to his previous request.
But he couldn’t let that happen because of all the things he knew at that moment, he knew with the most absolute of certainty that the boy occupying the room with him was not his Watanuki.
“I’ll go get some to tea for you. We can talk when I get back.” Mentally congratulating himself on not stumbling over his words, Doumeki fled as calmly as his overheated brain would allow him.
He was truly grateful when Watanuki didn’t call out to him again.
Only when the door was safely closed behind him and he had gotten what he deemed a safe distance down the hall did Doumeki allow his unsteady legs to finally give out beneath him. As he flopped to the floor, back resting against one wall, legs stretched out haphazardly in front of him, the blush that had been threatening to creep up on him exploded across his cheeks.
Doumeki let his head fall into his open hands with a quiet thump, the warmth of his palm even feeling somewhat cool against the intense fieriness of his face.
It took him two full minutes to chase the redness from his cheeks and recover enough composure to actually get up and finally make his way to the kitchen. Doumeki was sure though, that the heat he still felt from the other boy’s body wouldn’t be as quick to go away.
~*~
Thus ends chapter two. Thanks for reading. :-)