heya, sorry if its bad. first xxxholic fic, so please r&r if you've got any qualms or questions. just wrote this cause i was bored, so its probably sucky... :) nice ta meetcha, whoever ya are! thanks for reading.
Watanuki cowered beneath the table in his school. To other children, he knew he looked strange, crazy even, but when invisible monsters ripped at your clothes and no one helped, you start to go a little crazy. He didn't expect anyone to believe his odd stories, especially when he himself halfway didn't believe them. But when they dragged him out from under the table, and he could stare into the dark, bloody-red eyes of his pursuer, the thing that had chased him all the way to school and only vanished a little by the school entrance; and he could see the other children it had devoured screaming in agony inside it, well, wouldn't you get a little freaked out?
And if it kept getting closer and closer, and those people who'd said they'd help him were just standing there, as though they were trying to help it, not him, and he was screaming at them to let go and let him run, or get rid of it, but they didn't. They just held him in place.
The other students couldn't see it either; they cowered in the corners away from him, as far away as they could get, crying and saying his yells hurt their ears. All except for one, a boy. What was his name? he was always so stoic, as though nothing bothered him, which Watanuki didn't mind in the least. If nothing bothered him, then Watanuki wasn't a nuisance or crazy next to him. He wasn't a compulsive liar or a freak for seeing and saying weird things. He was just…him. And he liked it.
The boy (Doumeki, Watanuki remembered) stepped closer. It was just a step, but all other movement ceased. The monster paused, looking just the slightest bit confused. The teachers ceased their restraining, glancing at the boy as if wondering why he wasn't cowering away from Watanuki's strange and inhuman shrieks. Watanuki, who had been watching the monster in panic, noticed the change in the atmosphere. He began to see Doumeki, standing right in front of him.
Doumeki liked this boy. He didn't think he was lying. He saw the tear-streaked face, and thought: No child, no matter how lonely, would continue this masquerade for so long. He remembered his grandfather telling him he was descended from a great line of priests and exorcists.
He placed his hand on Watanuki's face, to the surprise of everyone in the room, and watched as the boy's eyes focused on some shape behind himself, and how the boy's body sagged in relief.
Watanuki was shipped off to different school soon after, with everyone believing he was crazy and a liar but Doumeki.
He's seen, in that second of Watanuki's eyes focused on something behind him, he'd seen a shadow reflected in the boy's eyes, of a bloody, bloodthirsty monster that devoured children and trapped their souls inside him. Then he'd watched as it vanished, uncoiling into smoke and then into nothingness.
He'd seen. So he believed.