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Watanuki gripped the edge of the low coffee table as he buckled to the floor, his knees too weak to support his weight. Pressing a palm to his forehead, he gasped when another bolt of pain shot through his head and his body trembled violently under it.

"Watanuki!"

Struggling to breathe, Watanuki forced himself to raise his eyes to the anxious cry of his name. His vision was beginning to blur and he could hardly make out the sturdy figure trapped in front of him.

Unable to withstand it any longer, he saw a blurred image of the floor rushing up to greet him and a dull thud.

"Watanuki Kimihiro…" was all he heard as he slipped into the dark abyss.

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Murmured voices could be heard faintly through the darkness. Watanuki furrowed his brows and willed the irritating murmurs to go away so he could go back to slumber. The murmurs paused but before Watanuki could relish in the silence once more, he was hit repeatedly on his forehead.

"Watanuki! Watanuki!"

Watanuki turned his head, trying to shake off whomever, or whatever was hitting him. When the hitting and name-calling not only cease but grew more incessant, he let off a groan but his eyes refused to open.

The hitting stopped promptly and this time, Watanuki heard a low deep voice call him. Frowning at the familiarity of it, Watanuki felt compelled to answer the voice. His eyes slowly creaked open then instantly close them again as the brightness blinded him momentarily. Feeling a shadow looming behind his closed eyelids and effectively blocking the piercing light, he cracked open blue eyes and blinked fuzzily a couple of times before focusing on the person and a black lump in front of him.

Dark eyes stared back at him, as if searching for something on Watanuki's face.

"D-Doumeki?"

"Ah our sleeping beauty's finally awaken!" Yuuko's voice floated over to him from the doorway.

"Watanuki, are you all right?" Mokona peered at his face.

Frowning slightly, Watanuki attempted to prop himself up and glanced at the occupants of the room before asking "What happened?"

Doumeki studied him carefully. "You don't remember?"

The frown on Watanuki's forehead deepened and he forced his fuzzy brain to bring him back to the events which had occurred earlier. They had been on another mission by Yuuko-san, yes, and he remembered coming to an old Victorian mansion with Doumeki.

The mansion was huge and desolated and looked every bit the perfect setting for a detective horror story if not for the front garden. The land was barren yet there was what could be considered a strange sight for such a neglected piece of property.

Flowers.

Flowers of every colour and every kind were growing across the entire garden. Watanuki remembered threading through the flowers and walking through the front door of the mansion. The inside looked surprisingly normal, with no indication that spirits had chosen to ransack and create havoc the place as what the owner had told Yuuko-san.

However, Watanuki knew better than to trust his eyes. He could detect the presence of them, though not very strong but it was definitely there. He recalled telling Doumeki that whatever was here was upstairs and both had ventured up till they stopped in front of the second room.

Watanuki's headache protested loudly at the memory after that and he fell back against the futon with a groan.

"I don't remember anything after we went upstairs of that house," he informed them. Yuuko made no sign that she was about to unravel any mystery to Watanuki and merely gave him a half-smile.

"Rest well, Watanuki," she beckoned Doumeki and Mokona out of the room.

When the door slid closed, Doumeki turned to the dimensional witch. "What's wrong with Watanuki? That spirit attacked him and vanished. You should know an explanation for this."

Yuuko turned her head to the sky and didn't answer for a moment. "Well, we just have to wait and see now, don't we?" Bringing her face close to the boy in front of her, she gave another mysterious smile. "Take care of him now. Oh but remember one thing. Watanuki has many inner feelings that he has yet come to terms with, that even he himself might not wished to admit."

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When Watanuki opened his eyes again, it was already night. His headache was gone and he felt so much better. Groping to his side for his spectacles, he placed them back on his face and sat up.

A presence caught his attention to his right. Doumeki was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, apparently asleep. Watanuki silently watched the slow rising and falling of the archer's chest, his slow rhythmic breathing silent as he slept.

It was a cold autumn night, and the weather was about to change to winter anytime soon. 'Doesn't this blockhead feel cold sleeping on the floor like that?' Watanuki frowned as he got up and took an extra blanket from the wardrobe. Padding across the room to Doumeki, he kneeled down and draped the blanket over the archer.

Now, Watanuki had no idea why he just displayed that moment of affection. The correct Watanuki manner would be to ignore then gloat at the archer's weakness if he did feel cold and smirked his ass off.

Not drape a warm blanket over him.

If that wasn't strange enough, Watanuki found himself observing the archer's face. That tanned, slightly squared jaw, the relaxed lines around his eyes, that taut muscles on his neck… that soft warm lips that feels so good under Watanuki's own lips right now…

Wait.

Was he actually kissing Doumeki? Watanuki's eyes flew open (since when had he closed them anyway…) and saw dark golden eyes staring right back.

Instantly Watanuki pulled away and landed on his bottom in front of Doumeki.

"I… that… that was… I…" he spluttered, unable to form any coherent reasoning for his out-of-this-world behaviour.

Doumeki didn't speak a word nor did he move an inch. He remained in his position and stared at the now bright red Watanuki.

Quite suddenly, before Watanuki could process what was going on, Doumeki pounced and captured Watanuki's lips with his own fully.

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