Summer Days
Warning: This is my first time writing this sort of stuff, so I don't know how it'll turn out…
Disclaimer: I don't own XxxHolic. It would be awesome if I did, though.
STORY, START!
Watanuki Kimihiro was done with the heat. Why, oh why was he stuck inside of the hellish inferno called his shop?
…Because he literally couldn't leave. Oh yeah.
Anyway.
Watanuki had already called Doumeki and demanded that the college assistant bring a fan. And now, all the untouched-by-time teen had to do was wait.
And wait.
And wait.
It was then that Watanuki started pacing. He felt the sweat trickle down his back, the heat in his cheeks, the heaviness of his inky hair… he shuddered, hoping that fan would come soon.
"You know what would cheer us all up?" Mokona asked, lifting the pudgy stump itcalled its arm.
"What?" Watanuki hissed, stifling under his flamboyantly colored kimono.
"Sake!"
To its disappointment, Mokona's comment went ignored. How could the meatbun be so lively anyway, in this cursed heat? Watanuki thought to himself, still pacing (Which, in fact, only made the problem worse.).
And, where was that useless oaf, anyway? Kimihiro was ready to take his clothes off, they were so hot, and sweltering, and sweaty…
That wasn't a bad idea.
Kimihiro slipped his torso carefully out of the top of his kimono, and loosened the ties on the waist so that the fabric that strangled his legs in its muggy, damp clutches was far looser.
In all, the seer was barely decent.
…But he didn't care. It was only Doumeki who was coming over, right? He thought to himself, reclining lazily on his plush couch, throwing his arms back, and breathing deeply.
It was then that Doumeki Shizuka walked in the room.
And, for once, actually made an expression of surprise.
Watanuki was lounging on his typical couch, fanning himself with his hand, his paper-white torso perfectly exposed, his milky legs tangled in the soft, colorful fabric of the kimono he was wearing. And, to top it off, his face was red, his breathing deep.
"Ah! Doumeki! I'm sorry I look like this, it's just so hot," Watanuki apologized, tilting his head back, exposing more of that lovely white neck…
Doumeki nearly drooled.
It was then that he glanced at the paper bag he was holding, the fan inside, marveling that mere heat could do this to Kimihiro.
"So," the seer rubbed his palms together, "let's get that fan started up!" He couldn't wait for reprieve from the heat!
Doumeki lifted one finger, explaining that he needed a moment, before he swiftly ducked out of the room.
Bang!
Crash!
Slam!
And the college assistant slipped back in the room, a thoroughly beaten and crumpled paper bag in his hands.
"…Fan's broken."
So! How did you like it? I personally thought it was sort cute.