Glance at Me
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
9,063
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35
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Glance at Me
douzo yorushiku! welcome to kinmik-kun's first ever aff contribution! w00t! (please be kind...) first things first...
disclaimer: xxxholic doesn't belong to me, but clamp. got it?
i’ve been writing fictions for a long time, but never had the guts to post them. feel privileged. FEEL DAMMIT! *ahem* now without further ado…
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Kishaa! “Oh…dammit!”
Watanuki Kimihiro jumped back and swore loudly as fragments of the once-fine porcelain dishes danced around his feet. Growling with frustration, he knelt to clean up the mess. Watanuki didn’t know why he had been acting so strange. The instant he had stepped over the threshold of Yuuko’s property, he had been most disadvantageously clumsy with every task, simple or otherwise. Maru and Moro hadn’t been much help either, dancing around and adding insult to injury with their sing-song teasing.
His face burned as he thought of the deduction from his hard-earned work hours the broken dishes would bring, in addition to a rare lion-like plush toy he had ripped, an ornate mirror into which he had accidentally swung a small coffee table he had been carrying, shattering it, and a vase that had chipped despite his best efforts to save it by putting his foot out beneath it as it fell.
His toe still hurt too.
A loud tsk of disapproval from the kitchen door made Watanuki flinch and freeze.
“Really, Watanuki. Messing up left and right; whatever happened to that dependable young man who worked so hard for me these past few weeks?” Said young man hesitantly raised his head, his face pinched in a nervous smile. Which was quickly wiped off as he saw the look on the space-time witch’s face.
Devoid of any sign of humor or warmth, Yuuko's expression was stony and cold. Her eyes were flat and stared down at Watanuki in such a way that made him want to crawl under something.
“Um…” he started, feeling her eyes boring into him.
“Clean up and go home, Watanuki,” Yuuko commanded brusquely before sweeping away with a swish of her black silk dress. Watanuki just sat there on the floor, hurt and bewildered. Since when had Yuuko gotten so…angry with him? Perhaps she was upset at his invariable clumsiness and didn’t want him to cause any more damage than he had already inflicted on her little shop.
With a sigh, he bent his head to the task at hand, resigning himself to the possibility that perhaps he was just the world’s cruel joke.
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Thunder growled distantly and the sky grew progressively darker as Watanuki walked home. His thoughts were occupied; ruminating over the incidents at his strange workplace, wondering if it may have been another example of hitsuzen. He didn’t even notice the first drops of rain pattering to earth around him until a particularly fat one smacked him on the nose.
Turning a pale gaze upwards, Watanuki sighed and slumped his shoulders. Never before had he felt so low…except on the day of his parent’s deaths. That had been the only time he could remember ever crying. Even as he reflected on the memory, hot tears pricked his eyes, and soon they overflowed and mingled with the rain that was now falling hard and fast.
Biting back the urge to sob, the young man started to run. He didn’t know where he intended to go, but at that point, he just didn’t care. Watanuki rounded a corner and had a fleeting glimpse of black sweats and a mouth parted slightly with surprise before he collided with a solid body.
Don! “Ow–whoa!” He lost his balance and toppled backwards, his arms windmilling wildly. There was a soft thud and a hand swiftly shot out and grabbed the bewildered Watanuki by the front of his shirt. He was forcefully pulled upright again so fast he almost received whiplash, and then found himself staring into all too familiar golden eyes.
“You!” The corners of Doumeki’s mouth pulled downwards a fraction and his brow creased; in Watanuki’s mind, the full extent of his emotional output. “You’re welcome.” The taller male was holding an umbrella in his left hand and his right hand was currently knotted in his clothes. Judging by the bag of groceries on the ground, which he had dropped in order to save his classmate from a painful fall, Watanuki presumed that Doumeki had been out on a shopping run. However, gratitude toward his antagonist, especially in his present mood, was the last thing on his agenda, and he bared his teeth in a distasteful scowl, averting his head to one side. “Great. Of course…what better way to top off a bad day than with you,” he muttered, more to himself than to Doumeki.
Doumeki, who still had a firm hold on Watanuki, pushed his face closer until they were practically nose-to-nose, scrutinizing him. This only served to increase the seer’s animosity, though his cheeks colored the slightest bit.
“What?”
“You’ve been crying.” It wasn’t a question.
Watanuki knew that Doumeki had always been straightforward, but not to the point of such uncomfortable bluntness. His blush deepened, now more out of anger and shame than at their close proximity to each other. “No, I w–… So?!” When Doumeki didn’t say anything in reply, he became angrier.
“What the hell do you care?! Go ahead, call me Nobita-kun, or say I’m an idiot, or, or…or whatever else you want!” The tears started to fall again, faster than before without Watanuki even realizing it. He suddenly glanced down to where Doumeki had his hand fisted in his shirt.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
“I said let go!” Watanuki reached up and attempted to wrest the fingers loose, to no avail. With Doumeki’s superior strength, and Watanuki’s resentment and sorrow sapping his energy, they held fast. “Let go…”
“No.”
“Please…” Watanuki finally gave in to the emotions flowing out of him and started to shake, his head bowing in an instinctive effort to hide his tears, his hands still clasped over Doumeki’s. Small hiccupping sobs bubbled out of his throat and past his lips, choking him, searing his heart with the knowledge that he was making himself vulnerable. But once again, he found that he didn’t care what this ultimately came down to.
“Please…” Then Doumeki did something that was unexpected, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to surprise Watanuki all that much. He slowly relinquished his hold on the other, only to encircle him with strong arms and draw him close in a gentle embrace. Watanuki tentatively reached up with shaking hands and clasped them in the taller boy’s fleece sweatshirt. He buried his face in Doumeki’s chest and sobbed.
“Mom…Dad…Mom…Dad…” Doumeki continued to hold him, saying nothing.
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Watanuki had a fuzzy memory of himself crying in Doumeki’s arms until he was lightheaded, and he vaguely recalled being lifted up onto Doumeki’s back, mentally exhausted and half-asleep, but he distinctly remembered a warm smell, comforting and secure as he was carried through the rain-soaked streets.
What he didn’t remember was quietly murmuring into his classmate’s ear, “Doumeki…you smell nice.”
The mask was lifted a little as Doumeki quirked a small smile to himself and gently hitched his burden higher up on his back as they made their way through the rain together.
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soooo, what'd you think? please review, and constructive criticisms are accepted! (pls. note the "constructive" part, minna! although flames would be accepted only because i can make s'mores) *bows* thank you!
disclaimer: xxxholic doesn't belong to me, but clamp. got it?
i’ve been writing fictions for a long time, but never had the guts to post them. feel privileged. FEEL DAMMIT! *ahem* now without further ado…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kishaa! “Oh…dammit!”
Watanuki Kimihiro jumped back and swore loudly as fragments of the once-fine porcelain dishes danced around his feet. Growling with frustration, he knelt to clean up the mess. Watanuki didn’t know why he had been acting so strange. The instant he had stepped over the threshold of Yuuko’s property, he had been most disadvantageously clumsy with every task, simple or otherwise. Maru and Moro hadn’t been much help either, dancing around and adding insult to injury with their sing-song teasing.
His face burned as he thought of the deduction from his hard-earned work hours the broken dishes would bring, in addition to a rare lion-like plush toy he had ripped, an ornate mirror into which he had accidentally swung a small coffee table he had been carrying, shattering it, and a vase that had chipped despite his best efforts to save it by putting his foot out beneath it as it fell.
His toe still hurt too.
A loud tsk of disapproval from the kitchen door made Watanuki flinch and freeze.
“Really, Watanuki. Messing up left and right; whatever happened to that dependable young man who worked so hard for me these past few weeks?” Said young man hesitantly raised his head, his face pinched in a nervous smile. Which was quickly wiped off as he saw the look on the space-time witch’s face.
Devoid of any sign of humor or warmth, Yuuko's expression was stony and cold. Her eyes were flat and stared down at Watanuki in such a way that made him want to crawl under something.
“Um…” he started, feeling her eyes boring into him.
“Clean up and go home, Watanuki,” Yuuko commanded brusquely before sweeping away with a swish of her black silk dress. Watanuki just sat there on the floor, hurt and bewildered. Since when had Yuuko gotten so…angry with him? Perhaps she was upset at his invariable clumsiness and didn’t want him to cause any more damage than he had already inflicted on her little shop.
With a sigh, he bent his head to the task at hand, resigning himself to the possibility that perhaps he was just the world’s cruel joke.
/~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~
Thunder growled distantly and the sky grew progressively darker as Watanuki walked home. His thoughts were occupied; ruminating over the incidents at his strange workplace, wondering if it may have been another example of hitsuzen. He didn’t even notice the first drops of rain pattering to earth around him until a particularly fat one smacked him on the nose.
Turning a pale gaze upwards, Watanuki sighed and slumped his shoulders. Never before had he felt so low…except on the day of his parent’s deaths. That had been the only time he could remember ever crying. Even as he reflected on the memory, hot tears pricked his eyes, and soon they overflowed and mingled with the rain that was now falling hard and fast.
Biting back the urge to sob, the young man started to run. He didn’t know where he intended to go, but at that point, he just didn’t care. Watanuki rounded a corner and had a fleeting glimpse of black sweats and a mouth parted slightly with surprise before he collided with a solid body.
Don! “Ow–whoa!” He lost his balance and toppled backwards, his arms windmilling wildly. There was a soft thud and a hand swiftly shot out and grabbed the bewildered Watanuki by the front of his shirt. He was forcefully pulled upright again so fast he almost received whiplash, and then found himself staring into all too familiar golden eyes.
“You!” The corners of Doumeki’s mouth pulled downwards a fraction and his brow creased; in Watanuki’s mind, the full extent of his emotional output. “You’re welcome.” The taller male was holding an umbrella in his left hand and his right hand was currently knotted in his clothes. Judging by the bag of groceries on the ground, which he had dropped in order to save his classmate from a painful fall, Watanuki presumed that Doumeki had been out on a shopping run. However, gratitude toward his antagonist, especially in his present mood, was the last thing on his agenda, and he bared his teeth in a distasteful scowl, averting his head to one side. “Great. Of course…what better way to top off a bad day than with you,” he muttered, more to himself than to Doumeki.
Doumeki, who still had a firm hold on Watanuki, pushed his face closer until they were practically nose-to-nose, scrutinizing him. This only served to increase the seer’s animosity, though his cheeks colored the slightest bit.
“What?”
“You’ve been crying.” It wasn’t a question.
Watanuki knew that Doumeki had always been straightforward, but not to the point of such uncomfortable bluntness. His blush deepened, now more out of anger and shame than at their close proximity to each other. “No, I w–… So?!” When Doumeki didn’t say anything in reply, he became angrier.
“What the hell do you care?! Go ahead, call me Nobita-kun, or say I’m an idiot, or, or…or whatever else you want!” The tears started to fall again, faster than before without Watanuki even realizing it. He suddenly glanced down to where Doumeki had his hand fisted in his shirt.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
“I said let go!” Watanuki reached up and attempted to wrest the fingers loose, to no avail. With Doumeki’s superior strength, and Watanuki’s resentment and sorrow sapping his energy, they held fast. “Let go…”
“No.”
“Please…” Watanuki finally gave in to the emotions flowing out of him and started to shake, his head bowing in an instinctive effort to hide his tears, his hands still clasped over Doumeki’s. Small hiccupping sobs bubbled out of his throat and past his lips, choking him, searing his heart with the knowledge that he was making himself vulnerable. But once again, he found that he didn’t care what this ultimately came down to.
“Please…” Then Doumeki did something that was unexpected, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to surprise Watanuki all that much. He slowly relinquished his hold on the other, only to encircle him with strong arms and draw him close in a gentle embrace. Watanuki tentatively reached up with shaking hands and clasped them in the taller boy’s fleece sweatshirt. He buried his face in Doumeki’s chest and sobbed.
“Mom…Dad…Mom…Dad…” Doumeki continued to hold him, saying nothing.
/~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~'~
Watanuki had a fuzzy memory of himself crying in Doumeki’s arms until he was lightheaded, and he vaguely recalled being lifted up onto Doumeki’s back, mentally exhausted and half-asleep, but he distinctly remembered a warm smell, comforting and secure as he was carried through the rain-soaked streets.
What he didn’t remember was quietly murmuring into his classmate’s ear, “Doumeki…you smell nice.”
The mask was lifted a little as Doumeki quirked a small smile to himself and gently hitched his burden higher up on his back as they made their way through the rain together.
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soooo, what'd you think? please review, and constructive criticisms are accepted! (pls. note the "constructive" part, minna! although flames would be accepted only because i can make s'mores) *bows* thank you!