Surfeited the Remix
Rewritten with permission by
Doomed but Over It
Author's Notes—I'm sorry, but I can't stop writing these god darn xxxHoLic one shots. This is the third one this week! Oh, well. Cut off my fingers and I'll stop…until then…My remake of SURFEITED. (Rewritten with permission)
Disclaimer—I'll borrow them from CLAMP and bring them back a Doumeki with feelings.
(CLAMP—please don't press vandalism charges for what I'm doing to your wonderful characters! PLEASE!)
Now, without further adieu, SURFEITED THE REMIX!
When Doumeki was a little boy, about 10, he was the mutual nightmare of all his family at the shrine. All he would eat was rice and ramen. His family always worried that he would grow up sickly and weak, because he hated anything with green on it, and the day he would eat his vitamins the shrine would start walking. Each year that he grew, he ate two more things, neither of them particularly healthy. His parents would sigh and give him the looks, but his grandfather only shushed them and said the boy could eat what he wants. "He knows what's good for him." He always said, "He'll be fine."
Doumeki was only at hesitantly poking at the steamed broccoli at age 17. Then came Watanuki. Everything he made was heavenly.
Watanuki had made everything Doumeki asked, thinking Doumeki had developed a taste for expensive and exotic foods. Quite the opposite. Doumeki hated every single food Watanuki ever made, in principle. In practice, every bite was heaven.
Watanuki thought Doumeki enjoyed making life hell for him. He griped and growled about how he ate like a pig, smelled like one, and couldn't make his own damn lunch. He screamed that if he liked clementines he could go to America and pick up a crate.
Doumeki didn't pay him any attention. He had made a little bet with himself, a long-standing dare, if you will. He would eat anything Watanuki made for him, and the bite it was anything less than delicious would be the bite that severs their spiraling fates and finally frees Watanuki of his presence forever.
Watanuki, at home, always felt this compelling urge to make the next bento the best bento he had ever made, each one more delectable than the one the day before. Somehow, he had always got the food required of him by lunchtime the next day. Somehow. He's never disobeyed his feelings.
Doumeki's plan has failed him every time. Lunch time was Judgment Hour for him. Each bento box could be the black messenger of the end, or the white cloud of continuation. He's not totally sure which one he wants to appear.
But, you shouldn't worry. Doumeki's always known what's good for himself.
Author's Notes—Please read and review! Thank you! The original can be found at
version is called Surfeited the Remix!
Love,
Doomed