What Queen can do to your exhaustingly creative and up to this point dreadfully underemployed mind. I was listening, I got these pictures in my head, and then Yuuko went all fangirl.

„I'm going slightly mad." Watanuki declared as he put down his bag.
"What makes you think so?", Yuuko inquired. "Don't feel shy to tell me, self-discovery is the first step towards healing." Her smug grin didn't falter when Watanuki screeched something unrepeatable, but between the death threats, the bits of self-pity squished in and the general noise, she could make out, "That's exactly what's driving me so mad! And that idiot had to annoy me, imagine….", then she tuned him out. It made her slightly proud to be Watanuki's source of growing madness, but she appeared to be only second in ranking – Doumeki was far ahead, it seemed.

At least Watanuki had already stated his current mind when he entered. She decided to have him let out his energy doing something useful, in the kitchen, preparing her dinner, for example.

"I want Ramen-soup with shrimp today, and don't forget to spice it!" With that, she shoved the boy into the kitchen, collapsing on her chair as soon as peace surrounded her again. Watanukis grumblings could be heard, but the paper walls were able to catch more sounds than one would expect. Well, as one would expect in a normal house. This was Yuuko's shop, and she just wouldn't do with normal walls.

Watanuki heaved the empty plate away, having already placed the bottles of sake and other liquor on the desk. "Can I go now?"
"Yes, yes, it's fine…" Yuuko giggled and had another toast with Mokona, whose cheeks (Watanuki suspected the black bun consisted only of cheeks) were tinted rosé. "But you know what….?" She pointed at the boy in waiting, who seemed to be at least a bit intimidated by the half-full glass of whiskey.
"What…?"
"You're one card short of a full deck!", she declared equally drunk as enigmatic. Watanuki raised an eyebrow and pondered over the possibility that the alcohol had eaten too many of Yuuko's brain cells by now. He reached the glorious solution that she was just plain bonkers and one should not spend too much time listening to the mad, otherwise oneself is in the danger of going mad. And, as he had already stated, Watanuki was very close to tilting over that thin line. So he packed the leftovers and bid Yuuko goodbye. Maru and Moru raced to the door to hold it open for him, chanting, "Watanuki is slightly mad!", in wich he was even able to detect a fairly good riddle.

Sitting down, he spread his books all over the small desk. He liked to see everything when he worked, and a biology test was due tomorrow, so he opened every just slightly green book he posessed. Concentrating on worms and their danger to potatoes, he overheard the first knock on the door. The second one made him look up, the third one let him wonder who would want something at such a rude – it was 8 p.m., homework! – time. Quickly, he crossed the room to open the lock.

A bow was almost shoved up his nose, leaving him screeching at Doumeki, who had no manners whatsoever and dared to enter into Watanuki's small, but sacred apartement, and did he not know that it was way past the time to pay a surprise visit to anyone, much less your rival and would he please put his shoes away neatly? While Doumeki made himself comfortable on the sofa, Watanuki hastly fixed some tea, at least he had some good manners left, they obviously had to serve for both of them. Slamming the cup down in front of his guest, he demanded, "And what exactly made you come here at such a time?"
The archers sipped some of the tea, and aswered so cooly Watanuki was amazed the liquid didn't start to produce ice crystals. "I forgot my keys when I left for archery practice and my parents are not home."

Watanuki seriously doubted his ears kicking into gear in time, because what he just heard couldn't be Doumeki's reason to come over to his place. It just didn't seem possible by any rational standarts that the archer would, of all the locations a strangely popular guy like him could pick from, choose his rivals' miniature apartement to calmly drink tea at. Watanuki expressed that in far more words and far ruder words, but the message was essentially the same.

Naturally, all Doumeki did was stare elaborately at him, as if he was either very concerned about his hearing sense or suspected Watanuki of having accidentally left some of his brain cells over at Yuuko's since all he offered as an answer was, "Could I have another coup of tea?"
Watanuki was left to slander about the world in general and Doumeki specifically, who obviously didn't even know how to thank properly for the fourth cup of tea.

Later, when Watanuki had calmed down a bit – that is to say, somehow, totally beside himself, was able to tolerate the other boy, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach – for the sake of spending the evening, they had settled on a game of Go. The boy with glasses was losing spectacularly, but since it was the second game of Go in his whole life, the first one being won by Yuuko, he wasn't too bad a looser. Doumeki wasn't too bad a winner, and they decided on a compromised price: Doumeki got mochi for a week, but he paid for the ingredients.

"Are you sure your parents are back home? You should try to phone them before you leave, otherwise you'll just have to turn back. And it's cold.", Watanuki proposed when Doumeki announced threatening, no, no, wanting to head home. The archer agreed, not without sneaking a glance at the other. Maybe the sake and the litchi-wine they had had while playing Go – hey, it's a tradition – had an unexpected effect on Watanuki: he got all agreeable and actually showed concern and affection. Or he was just too tired to shout.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up, so Doumeki picked up the receiver, dialled some random number, waited for exactly one minute, and hung up. "They're not home.", he declared, feeling not the least pang of guilt. Watanuki just nodded and wandered off towards the bedroom, the other following closely behind. There, Watanuki pulled out another futon, tossed it to Doumeki and tried to rant, "At least set your own bed!", but only got as far as "…bed…", then he slumped on the futon already spread out and snored soundly.

Doumeki, torn between the futon in his hands and the other ready-made, warm, inviting, Watanuki-bearing bed, was a bit helpless. But, confident of being master of dealing with Watanuki even in the early morning, he settled on snuggling up to the other boy. Of course he put it into different words, like, the heating's off, or some spirit could attack, but essentially, the outcome was the same and pleasant.

"Hello, Watanuki!" Two pairs of arms were thrown his way, and one pork bun landed atop his head. Dazzled and slightly thrown off balance (not to mention that he was buried under two very ecstatic and very hugging twins), Watanuki blinked up at Yuuko, complete and utter bafflement on his face. Had she had beer that early in the day or was it just another usual bunch of Yuuko-madness thrown his way? He tried to adjust his glasses, but even the pipe fox had decided to participate in the overall cuddling and suffocating Watanuki, and had wound himself around his upper body, rendering him the (in his opinion) most pitiable boy in the world.
Yuuko grinned like a maniac, but that wasn't off the routine, for once. She was frighteningly similar to the Cheshire cat about to lure Alice into the Queen's territory. And the she hugged him too.

"Ooooh, my boy, you have no idea how proud I am! Finally you've overstepped the boundaries of society and your own idioticy and spazzing and commented yourself to your heart's desire!", she squealed, squishing him between her arms.
"Huh?", was Watanuki's extremely mature and sophisticated answer. It wasn't that he didn't catch on she was talking about. He didn't comprehend her at all, that was the problem.
Yuuko just hugged him tighter, all too happy for a reason Watanuki seemed to be essential to, but failing to understand the hows and whys. "I know it takes a lot of courage to act so bravely on one's feelings, but in your case, you were quite sure, weren't you? Certainly, oh, it was there for everyone to see, and even though you're a moron and incredibly stupid sometimes, you made it! Don't you understand I'm proud of my little servant?"

Watanuki stood rigid. This wasn't only, well, most due to the overall hugging happing around and on him, but also to the idea that slowly blossomed in his head. Or rather, an idea of the idea in Yuuko's head. But one should not expect the worst immediately (though Watanuki is a spectacular pessimist, and intends to stay this way), so he asked Yuuko, very, very carefully and fully anticipating the worst.
……Seems he had to redefine 'worst'. Yuuko's worst drained his face of blood, his lungs of air and his brain of coherent thoughts.

"What? I'm talking about you and Doumeki-kun finally embracing the full depth of your relationship, admitting yourself to the deep bound between the two of you and may I pretty, pretty please design your dresses for the wedding? You'll go all in blue, such a light, cool colour, matching your eyes, and I'll have Doumeki wear either emerald green or violet, I don't know yet….Watanuki? Are you breathing?"

The yelling almost took the roof off. Mokonas ear's fluttered in the wind, and the twins had reached shelter (behind Yuuko, who just contemplated Watanuki's new amount of voice volume) barely in time, and after Watanuki had calmed down the slightest bit, he croaked (hey, no voice can stand such abuse for long) in the general direction of Yuuko, "How did you get that §&$ idea?"

The time witch just huffed, looking a bit annoyed, for she had already set up her sewing machine, so as to not loose any time, but answered honestly. "I had a look in my water mirror this morning, because I was getting….interesting vibes." Her leering grin told him exactly what kind of vibes she was referring to. "What I saw…sent my yaoi-fangirl-heart aflame." Now she had this certain look in her eyes, the one fangirls all over the world get when they get to watch a long-waited for love scene between their favourite coupling. Except that Yuuko didn't drool. Because Yuuko just didn't drool.

"Snuggled up together in the afterglow of passionate love-making, sure of the love now binding you….owww, it was quite a picture."
Still, Watanuki had problems breathing properly, but at least he now knew whom to feed poisoned mochi the next day. True, the heating was off. True, he had been pretty cold. True, Doumeki had been warm and comfy and quite cuddly when asleep. And waking up had been an experience in itself (an interesting one, Watanuki had to admit). But having Yuuko go all fangirl over her declared couple was too much for the poor boy.
He fainted unceremoniously.

I love fangirl-Yuuko. I almost couldn't stop her rants. It's a natural thing, you see. It's also quite obvious I'm prepared to give you number two. Of this story, that is. The chapter is finished and waiting to be put up. If you want me to, just tell me.

And cheers to all those who got the snips and snippets of the Song.