Haven't been on for a while. Here we go.
Run. That's the only thing he knew to do in these sorts of situations. Since he was twelve, it had never happened, he had not anticipated it. He had no protection.
And now he was running. Running away from the malicious spirits that taunted him, not one has ever gotten a firm hold on him. But that, he thought, was when Doumeki was around. Apparently, he wasn't present at the moment. Watanuki didn't think of looking behind him, into the faces of the deformed, hideous beings that chased him. All he could so was run.
"Help!" he cried, but no one was there to answer, "Help!!" tears streamed down his face. In his running, evidently not paying attention to the direction he was headed towards, he bumped—crashed—into something. Firm, but soft and warm. Human.
Without looking up at the stranger, he stuttered softly, "P-please! Make them go away!"
Before he could breathe another breath, the demons were gone. When Watanuki looked up, he thought he would never be happier to see Doumeki's face. He dug his head into the taller boy's white shirt still crying, or hyperventilating like a child unable to stop bawling completely.
"Tha-thu-th-ank you D-d-doumeki," he got out in four dozen breaths.
The normally apathetic man looked stunned; he'd never seen Watanuki this way. He was worried, concerned, he wanted to make the fragile boy happy again.
"Kimihiro," his voice was tough, then faded softly, as someone would to coo to a delicate child, "don't cry." He hesitated, but resolved to kiss him lightly on his forehead.
"Let's go home," Doumeki said, and Watanuki shook his head repeatedly, eager.
After the spirits left, Watanuki realized how beautiful the full moon and stars looked. When Doumeki was beside him, the glow intensified.
A/N: AAAAHH I haven't written in sooo long!! This is just a simple little blurb, it was my dream last night. (Yah, I'm a dork like that) But please reply if you like it! I could just write what happens after!!