heavenlyHOLiC
Disclaimer: I don't own the xxxHOLiC characters or the plot. ;.; All rights reserved to CLAMP.
Summary: Watanuki meets an unfortunate accident and dies. Everyone reacts their own way… but something is eerie about his death… Something isn't settling right with Doumeki.
Warning: Possible language, possible violence, shonen-ai implications
Pairing: Dou/Wata if you want it to be.
A/N: The first three chapters are reflections on Watanuki's death, so you get to have some lovely angst from a few special characters and when we hit the fourth chapter, a plot starts to develop. So if you don't want to read the angsty reflections, come back for chapter 4 and you'll get a story with a plot. Please R &R
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The sun was radiating at the station that day. It seemed perfectly normal and peaceful… quiet… Perhaps too quiet…
The skin of the boy, splayed across the roadside, as pale as it usually was, was sickly in nature… grayish and sickly... Dead.
It was abnormal in this seemingly beautiful day. The blood that seeped from harsh wounds and twisted limbs was abnormal in this seemingly innocent time of day. The lifeless and empty eyes, no longer full of passion and zeal, were abnormal in this deceiving hour of the day.
It was silent… It was always silent.
No one to love the little boy left all alone. No one to hold the small child huddled in a hole. No one to care for the lonely boy strewn along the road. No one to miss the still child whose face is now covered by a white sheet. No one to mourn the loss of one more soul.
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The incense burned heavily throughout the shop that day. It was almost too cloudy to see in it and the smell was as mystic as always.
Yuuko lounged on her extravagantly designed sofa. She was more of a drape on the thing than an actual person. She carelessly dangled a leg off of it, an arm thrown behind her head, and a hand delicately holding a wine glass poised gently at her lips.
The dark circles under her eyes could lead any stray character who waltzed into her shop to believe that she had a hangover, as was usually the case. But not today. Today and the few days before had left her in a pit that she never wanted to experience again. The last time had left her bed ridden and deprived from society for months and she dare not do it again.
But that boy… She had known it was coming, she had even told him to be careful that day… But as the rules of prophecy pronounce, it is not allowed to share a prediction so in detail. Hitsuzen would be the dealer of life and if it declared her employee dead and faded from existence, then that is what was meant to be, and she could not stop it. It was inevitable.
She rolled over a little, enough so that she could see the top of Mokona's furry scalp and the little way he moved into her side as she moved.
It was awkward in her home now… her little shop of wishes. It had been like this before, but it had been so long now and she had been enjoying herself with all the commotion and ruckus that usually led about.
The fact of the matter was, she missed the wire-framed eyes that would look at her skeptically, would grow annoyed when she requested excess amounts of alcohol and exotic dishes. She missed…
She had grown used to his loudness, to his ability to make a scene so quickly. She enjoyed watching the boy go through his daily struggles, to watch him evolve and develop bonds, to watch his life unfold in front of her eyes. He was an intriguing person and some how, this boy who she had taken in as a customer and employee, had weaned his way into her life… So much so that she was like this. Wasting.
…
It was quiet in her shop. It was quiet in her life… And she couldn't help the stray thought that maybe Watanuki had thought the same thing too at that time.
Her eyes never shifting, but swirling with thought and wisdom, she spoke.
"Hitsuzen… It is only the inevitable, and sometimes…" she paused as she whispered out the last part, "…it hurts."
She tipped the crystalline glass to her lips and took a sip of the alcoholic liquid as a rogue tear found its way down her cheek.
She dropped the wine glass to the floor and fell asleep. Maru knelt down beside the tired witch and held her hand, cuddling it to her cheek with a saddened look as Moro pulled a blanket over her mistress.
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Next Chapter: Lonely Love
A/N: So how was Yuuko's reaction? These aren't going to be very long reflections which is good because if you look at some of my other works it takes me a while to update. When the plot kicks up, it'll get longer.