[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]

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

[twoeyedprophet]

He felt like he should have picked up something from that, but his brain was too fogged up to pinpoint the exact details. The headache throbbed more whenever he thought about that deal, too.

When the bruise on Maora's wrist became visible, Watanuki stared. Now he knew what that was, even though he was having problems seeing straight.

"Did Maguri-san harm you?" Watanuki asked carefully. And why was Maora blushing?

[2sidedtreasurer]

Maora smacked her forehead with her palm. Leave it to him to be dense. But then again, he was sick after all.

"Of course no-" The sentence halted as Maora looked at the bruise on her wrist. No wonder it had been sore this morning. She hadn't even noticed it...but...when had THAT happened?

Her face fell as she pulled the injury back to examine it. It was the same spot where Maguri had grabbed last night to stop Maora from running away.

To become stronger...

"Kimihiro-kun...did Himawari-chan get any...any strange abilities from her deal?"

[spacetime_witch]

Yuuko passed them in the hall on the way to get a drink of water. On the way back, she looked more closely at Maora.

Or more specifically, the bruise. After about 5 seconds of studying it, the witch offered a big thumbs up and a grin.

"There's some spare yukata in the second party room in the back if he needs something to wear."

With that, she went back into her room.

[[OOC: I IZ FEELING LIKE MAKING YUUKO THE PEANUT GALLERY. IGNORE ME XD]]

[twoeyedprophet]

Why did Maora smack her forehead? People usually did that when they were exasperated... was it something he said? When she examined her wrist, though, Watanuki had to wonder if she had known it was there in the first place.

He shook his head slightly at Maora's question. "I don't know about 'strange abilities'." Watanuki was about to add the details about the smoke surrounding Himawari, but tensed at the sound of a door sliding open. Yuuko's grin made him groan in mortification. What was she thinking this time?!

The yukata... wait, why had she mentioned a yukata? It would probably be put on his tab again, but...

...eh?

[2sidedtreasurer]

Maora bit his lip when Watanuki was unsure about the special abilities. No. Something was telling Maora that this was the right train of thought. The treasurer was good at problem solving and logic...well, you HAD to be to deal with the other student council members. But there was a piece of the equation missing that made the brunette hesitate to tell Watanuki. What if this world had thrown off his reasoning abilities? It was a possibility.

Which is when the with popped in again, who seemed to have a very amusing sense of humor. Maora couldn't help but nervously laugh at the thumbs-up she flashed him. At Watanuki's groan, she offered a soft reassuring pat on the back. One of those, 'I'll tell you when you're older' moments.

"Ah, actually, if I could borrow the yukata, I'll bring it back right after I get changed."

He was, after all, still in just the over-sized camouflaged shirt. There was NO WAY he'd go out in public, even here, clothed like this.

[twoeyedprophet]

Why would it be better if she got changed?

Watanuki lifted his head from Maora's shoulder (it felt lighter lighter now) and took a few steps back. The room still swayed a little, but he was able to support himself (albeit shakily) now. Taking a few steps back, he looked at what Maora was wearing properly.

A loose dress shirt and lots of pale skin. No wonder she needed a yukata.

...oh. Oh. Oh.

Watanuki's face was fully red again, and he felt his temperature rise a bit. Laughing sheepishly, he stumbled off to the direction of the futon. "S-sorry for disturbing your personal space; I'll be off now..."

[2sidedtreasurer]

At Kimihiro lifting his head, Maora smiled a bit. Perhaps he was feeling better?

With his stumbling over and stutter, it seemed that might be the case. However, Maora's face fell a bit at his reaction. Was Kimihiro-kun afraid of him now that he realized that Maora was, in fact, a guy? It had been hard for the others to grasp before knowing that Yuubinya-san and Maora were one in the same. But even a spazz would have felt more...comfortable...than the muted reaction that came from the bespectacled boy.

"If you...show me where...I'll grab the yukata, Kimihiro-kun. You still don't feel well." The brunette said softly, lowering his eyes, and tugging at the shirt, wishing he could make it even longer.

[twoeyedprophet]

Embarassment at seeing Maora
a tad too exposed turned into concern at Maora's soft tone. Something was off, he could tell now.

"No, it's fine."

His long, gangly limbs still felt heavy though, and Watanuki knew that a trip back and forth from the storage room would be tiring. Still, he had to try somehow -- he didn't want to cut his and Maora's conversations, no matter how awkward they were sometimes. It was nice, to be able to talk like this with someone... a friend. It was nice to have friends.

Watanuki took a few steps back and grasped Maora's wrist before tugging the crossdresser as he walked out the door. There was a slight pause in between steps, but Watanuki ignored that.

"Come. It's only a short from here..."

[2sidedtreasurer]

Watanuki's health came before Maora's awkward feeling, and his eyes wavered seeing the taller boy weak on his feet.

"Kimihi-"

His wrist was snatched, and the treasurer found himself being dragged gently along behind the pale boy. The simple gesture somehow made Maora relax. Maybe it wasn't the fleeting insecurity...which only ever came out at the slight possibility of people disliking the cross-dresser for what he was. Usually it was brushed off, but with people that were very important...there was always a moment of hesitation.

Despite the train of thought, an "Un..." that sounded somewhat upbeat came from the brunette's mouth. Even feeling sick, Kimihiro-kun was trying to make sure that Maora was taken care of.

He really was too sweet for his own good.

Every moment that they spent together, no matter how short...
...was special. Not in a romantic sense, but...in a category all its own.

"Arigatou."

[twoeyedprophet]

Mao-chan sounded more cheerful now. That was good; it just wasn't right for a playful person like Maora to feel down, because it somehow made Watanuki feel bad, too.

Watanuki braced his arm against the wooden panels as they walked, not because he would collapse any time soon but because he thought that he needed to be a little more grounded. Being out of the loop for a day because of a fever and a massive headache was rather disorienting. That he was starting to feel better was also a bit troubling -- if Himawari had caused it to distance him from her, then did it mean that she was steadily moving away?

It was... it was sad. Even if he knew that Himawari was doing it for his sake, he still would have prefered to at least keep in touch with her. The sound of Himawari's voice through the phone or an email from her was better than total silence.

Watanuki slid open the door to the party room, and fixed a smile on his face, dispelling his earlier thoughts.

"What color does Mao-chan like?"

[2sidedtreasurer]

It was Watanuki's smile that troubled Maora. Was it forced for Maora's sake? The brunette had a strong feeling it was, but warmly returned the smile at the question