My computer died. I repeat my computer DIED! Darn it! And it was the only computer in my house that had Microsoft word! Darn it! So right now I'm on my grandpa's older laptop that doesn't have word at all. I'm writing this on WordPad(which is like Notepad) It doesn't even have spell check! I wrote this as a test to see if would upload documents from wordpad. If it does ya(note the lack of happiness) if it doesn't then were all screwed until I magically get 150.00 dollars to rebuy Microsoftword to upload it on this old piece of crude. Whoodeefreakingdo.

I do not own xxxholic, nor do I make money from this.

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Watanuki smiled as he carefully took out the cookie sheet from the oven. He hadn't taken the idea of making gingersnap cookies at 5 o'clock in the morning but now that he'd gotten in the swing of it he couldn't have been more pleased. the smell was heavenly in the morning chill air.

Yuko had of course been the one to cojou him into this-wait that wasn't quite right. It was that black meat bun's fault. Monoko had been the one to whine and mope late last night that he wanted to eat some hot warm cookies. after that it was almost a done deal. Yuko had overheard the idea and had of course agreed. So here he was-slaving and cooking away for those two achololics.

It also didn't help that yesterday Yuko had sent him and the big silent lug named Domeki on a mission that had once again had Watanuki getting his ass saved by the archer. It was completely humilating.

And the ass had the nerve to get hurt! The stupid idiot! He couldn't have doged that spirit if at the same time he was trying to sheild him. But noooo-try telling that to the moronic selective hearing walking target!

Huffing Watanuki looked down at the cookie sheet as he lightly sprikled brown sugar mixed with sweeted ginger flecks onto the cooked pieces of dough.

Yuko and the puff ball were of course both still asleep in the lounge room. He didn't know were Moro and Maru were. In fact he hadn't seen them for a few days now that he thought about it.

Shurging he pushed it to the back of his mind to think about later. First he had to finish these thrice-damn cookies for the bosses.

Without realizing it he gently placed five of the prefectly made cookies in one of the lunch bentos he made every day for Himawari-chan and the silent shadow. If he had to think about it he would have argued that he was putting them in Himawari-chan's bento box... but if he had actually took the time to look down he would have realized that he had placed them in the special order bento...

Ok he did realize but he wasn't going to think about it- at all.

It was better for his sanity to only see what he wanted to see after all.

Not that that worked on the damn spirits or anything.

Or the hot smoldering gazes that were thrown his way by Domeki when he didn't think he was looking...

Erk.

Anyway...

Smile now strained he placed the rest of the hot cookies on a decoritive plate and picked it up. Moving quickly he walked into the lounge room and placed it on the small table. Without looking at the occupiants he walked back out.

He still had to get ready for school.

It was the damn archer's game day after all. He was expected-even if he liked to pretend it was only to keep Himawari-chan company, and not to stare at the sweaty persona of his rivial.

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Reivew or not, it doesn't really matter(ok yes it does please feed the reivew monster holding me hostage!)