Diving Into You
Disclaimer: I love Clamp and all of their wonderful characters, but alas, I do not own them. Consider this story disclaimed.
A/N: Oh gosh. This is officially my first fan fic EVER, and I'm really nervous. I'm not much of a writer, nor am I very creative, but I love Donuts SO MUCH, and feel as though, after reading so many lovely stories here I should contribute one of my own. Please please please don't flame me! I promise I'll do my best.
12:35 am, July 2nd:
When Watanuki arrived, the temple was completely dark. Everything was dead silent, except for the gentle chirping of the crickets and the soft padding of his feet on the flagstones. He sucked in his breath as he passed over the entrance, praying to whatever god would listen that no one would wake up and catch him doing what he was about to do.
This is so illegal! If someone catches me and calls the cops, Yuuko is dead meat.
And…why was he doing this again? He should have said no the moment he saw that familiar glint in Yuuko's eyes.
But the witch, as always, threatened the extension of his servitude if he was to refuse, and he, as always, was forced to give in. So there he was, standing in front of Doumeki's bedroom door. Were those Doumeki's snores that he heard through the wall?
Oh god.
Pulling himself together, Watanuki reached out a slightly trembling hand and slid open the door. It opened without a sound, and he slowly stepped inside, taking care not to tread on anything. He needn't have worried – Doumeki's room was spotless. It was devoid of any kind of decoration, and the primary furnishings were the futon, which lay in the far left corner, and a large bookshelf that rested on the opposite wall. The room was plain and boring. Just like the idiot.
He doesn't even have a lamp! How weird.
There were, however, candles scattered all about the room. They were obviously well used, some were burned right down to the nub. The air smelled heavily of incense, despite the open window. Instead of posters, the walls were covered with what looked like hanging scrolls, probably made by Doumeki himself. It was then that Watanuki noticed the protective seals placed strategically around the small room. Odd.
Why would Doumeki need protective scrolls? He lives in a temple, for crying out loud! A snort from the corner stirred him from his thoughts. What was it he had to do, again? Oh…right.
Creeping stealthily up to the big Doumeki-shaped lump in the left corner of the room, Watanuki crouched and looked down at the archer's sleeping face. It was surprisingly peaceful. The usually furrowed brows were relaxed, and his lips were curved slightly upwa- What?? Watanuki almost jumped back, shocked at the sudden realization: Doumeki was smiling! Not his usual smug smirk, but an actual smile. It was a small one, but a smile nonetheless. What surprised Watanuki the most though, was the fact that in that moment the boy looked almost…handsome.
The moon shone brightly through the window, casting a ray of moonlight over Doumeki's face and making his skin look ghostly white. If Watanuki had been anyone else, he would have reached out and touched that angelic face, would have caressed it tenderly before planting a soft kiss on….
NO! What am I THINKING?? This is Doumeki we're talking about. DOUMEKI. The same annoying, pompous, self-righteous asshole Doumeki who eats my bentos, follows me around and is after MY HIMAWARI-CHAN. I did NOT just think about kissing THAT Doumeki.
Clutching his head with both hands, he stared down at the hands-UGLY BASTARD Doumeki.
Well, at least I know he's not having a nightmare. Now all I have to do is…
Watanuki rummaged in his bag until he found the four candles and string of prayer beads Yuuko had given him earlier that day. Remembering what she had said, he placed the candles around the room, one in each corner, and lit them carefully. Then he came back to Doumeki and gently lifted the archer's head, silently congratulating himself on his first successful batch of sedative-laced brownies. Slowly and painstakingly, he slipped the bead necklace around the boy's neck.
Taking a deep breath, he planted his hands on either side of the archer and leaned over the still figure, slipped the necklace around his own neck, and pressed forward until their foreheads were touching.
Fighting back a blush, he leaned closer still, Doumeki's lips inches from his own. He could feel the other's warm breath against his, and tried to still his pounding heart and match his rhythm. In….out…in…out…in…out…in…out…
And then he was falling.
