[unfinished]

[2sidedtreasurer]

Who: Maora and SURPRISE (you know who you are)
What: the morning after. Ish. Someone gets a surprise in their room.
Where: hi~mi~tsu
When: after the chaos
Rating: amusing
Open: Mayhaps

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[twoeyedprophet]

Watanuki wasn't feeling well. While yesterday's headache was gone, he felt wasted even after sleeping it off back at the teahouse. Sakura-chan was missing, and he hadn't gotten the chance to apologize to her. Himawari-chan had gotten herself into something really really bad because of him. He didn't know where everyone else was, either; last night was a huge blur in his mind after his headaches started

[2sidedtreasurer]

OH LORD.

Yoshitaka quickly climbed off of Watanuki, yanking the shirt down to keep himself covered. Oh, how embarrassing. If the roles were revered, Maora would be having a field day with this, but...

His face was so red, he felt like he could pass out from the heat.

"Ah-I..." And how to explain WHY he was only wearing a shirt?! >_< Not to mention, there was no make-up on him, and his hair was a mess, so it probably looked really bad right now. The brunette rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "so...ah, how was your night last night?"

because of course she knows what he/she/it is XD;

[spacetime_witch]

The sliding door across the hallway opened and a long-haired sleepy head poked out. "Watanuki..." she blinked sleepily. "Is this your guest?"

Yuuko looked Maora up and down. "I'm not altogether sure I remember you. But you might as well know that he fancies girls. One in particular. So you probably aren't going to make much progress with him. But if you want to try, by all means go for it, just do it in there and keep it down."

The witch waved noncommittally in the general direction of Watanuki's bedroom, then turned around and made to go back into her room.

[twoeyedprophet]

That they had ended up in a compromising situation was bad. What Maora was wearing (and he saw it only when she (he?) had scrambled off him) made it worse. Even though he was sick, Watanuki managed a faint squeak before dragging himself up and backpedalling a few steps, clutching his head as it swam from the abrupt change in orientation. Had he been in full health, he would have quickly backed up against the wall in his shock and turned about as red as Maora was at the moment.

When the door across the hall slid open and Yuuko made herself, Watanuki froze, his awkward and very vague answer to Maora's question lost in brain-to-mouth translation.

No. Way. That did not happen.

Yuuko did not get out of bed and tell them to quiet down. She also did not tell Maora that he liked someone. No. Not at all.

One look at Maora's curious glance at him made Watanuki's denial crash into itty bitty tiny pieces, and he flopped back down on his futon face-first, groaning horsely.

Why oh why oh why...

((ooc: Yuuko = ♥))

[2sidedtreasurer]

As if this situation hadn't been awkward enough, one of the other people who lived in the house, had seen the two of them like that. Ugh, at least it hadn't been Maguri that walked in on the misunderstanding...Maora's face retained its tint, and he tried to get out a, "I know Kimihiro-kun's...and I have a..."

Ah-

Waitasecond.

"Does Kimihiro-kun have a girlfriend?" Well, the gossip side of Maora definitely always took control over most any situation. The brunette turned to his friend, who was trying to bury himself and probably pretend that none of that just happened.

"Ne, ne, what is she like? She must be really cute if Kimihiro-kun likes her...or did you fall for me forgetting I'm male again? ♥" Even despite his own fluster, Maora couldn't resist a tease. Hopefully some cute spaz attack would follow.

[twoeyedprophet]

Maora had an ear for gossip and random tidbits like this. Watanuki wasn't sure if he liked it, and he grabbed the pillow on the futon and hid his head under it to hide his face. Hopefully, it would also rid him of his grogginess.

"Sh-she's not my girlfriend; I --"

A girlfriend... he wished. Himawari had always been out of his reach even before they had come here, and now that she was in the clutches of some bastard who had freaky powers...

Dammit!

Watanuki clenched his fist as he tried to stagger up, swaying slightly when he was on his feet. He had to find Himawari and bring her back, illness or not. Even though he knew that she had made the deal with her own free will, he somehow knew that she wouldn't like it there. The teen had to convince her to come back

[2sidedtreasurer]

((ooc: Hrm...if you want him to, sure. He could always get different reactions every time, so...why not? :D

[twoeyedprophet]

"Sorry for this," Watanuki murmured apologetically, head lolling to the side. His face was pale, his brow sweaty, and he tried to stand up by his own before his knees gave way. Chuckling depreciatingly, he looked up at Maora. "I know I have to be in bed, but I need to post something to the network..."

The longer he didn't do anything, the greater the distance was between him and Himawari. Watanuki was worried for his friend; what if that guy forced her to do something she didn't want?

...no, he didn't want that to happen to her. Himawari's sad smile appeared in his mind -- it still wasn't right to see the tears in her eyes, because she didn't deserve them. She didn't need all this sadness, not any more.

A wave of dizziness overcame him, and he groaned. Any more, and he was going to be sick.

[2sidedtreasurer]

"Kimihiro-kun..." Yoshitaka's eyes wavered, watching his friend suffer. As he fell, the brunette caught him completely, supporting Watanuki with all of his strength. "Kimihiro-kun, you're ready to pass out and you're worried about the network?!"

Maora's face looked pained. How helpless he felt. There was nothing he could do...

"What could you possibly need to post right now?"

The treasurer reached into Maguri's breast pocket, where there was a clean handkerchief, and dabbed the side of Watanuki's face. He could feel the fever through the thin cloth. "You're burning up!"

Trying for a compromise, Maora argued, "You lay down and tell me what to type. I won't take no for an answer." Well, it was an almost compromise.