Author's Notes-----I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Hullo again!! Did you miss me? waves at nokturnal augrey and sakura-fai how are you? I've been dead for a while, but Yuuko-san ressurected me for a bottle of sake and 1/56 of my soul..it was all I had left. My muse has returned. Let us offer up thanks to the slasher gods! (or laments, your call). Before you drive me from your gilded halls to the stables yet again, allow me to offer you my coming-back gift--- FANFICTION! Muahahhahahahahaha! Please read and review!

Disclaimer-- I'll borrow them from CLAMP and come back with Watanuki in handcuffs and Doumeki with a knife in his back! CLAMP-- please don't press vandalism charges for what I'm doing to your characters! PLEASE! I know I'm a bad influence on them...but I just can't stay away!

Warnings--- Watanuki half dressed, suprise visit by Doumeki...put two and two together and make donuts.

Rating-- PG-13...nothing happens, so it is NOT PORN! Unless, you are very imaginitive and very very veeerrrrrrry perverted.

Now, without further adieu, KNSI presents, At Night, a Doomed But Over It Production. WHEEOWHEEOWHEEO!

At Night

by Doomed But Over It

Watanuki sighed, slinging his bookbag over the futon, contemplating putting some rice in the steamer. The steady beat of the rain on his soul made his movements sluggish and painful. He shed coats and layers until he stood in his undershirt and pants. He got to the radiator, flipping it on and waiting for it to warm up the room, then draped his clothes over it, trying to get the dampness out of his bones. It didn't work. He just couldn't make himself walk to the kitchen. He collapsed onto the couch, dizzy and frozen. Ugh, he thought, I am the most pathetic creature on the face of the earth.

Knock. Knock. Thump. Knock. Watanuki sluggishly raised his head to look up. The correct thing to do right now would be to get up and answer the door, reminded that annoying little voice that had taken up residence in his head. I don't really care, replied Watanuki, I am dead. The dead do not need to answer the door. Go away.

Thunka-Thunka-Thunka-Thunka. The knocking returned, more insistant and impatient. I am not going to answer that. I prefer to remain dead. The voice resumed its nagging, changing its tactic. Answer the door! It's probably Doumeki! He'll break it down, and you can't afford a new one. Such a waste, too. You just finished repainting it, and paint is getting more and more expensive...

"ARG! DOUMEKI! DON'T YOU DARE BREAK DOWN MY DOOR!" screamed Watanuki, accelerating as if he had a whole cemetery after him. He quickly forced the door open, interrupting Doumeki mid-knock.

"Eh?" asked the stoic teenager, blinking.

Watanuki's surrondings crashed down on him. He turned firehouse red, registering his lack of clothing.

"..."

Author's Notes-- Ohohohohohohoho!! Thank you! Please read and review!!! (before my sugar high crashes) Stay tuned for chappy 2 I hope.

Love,

Doomed

(and KNSI, muse of wonderfulness and stuff)