Momma we aren't in kansas anymore
Summary: What if the broken string had taken Watanuki with it? Where would he have ended up? And why with Doumeki? Interconnected oneshots.
A/N: A short story to satisfy my literary needs.
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Blue eyes barely had time to widen as his body flung forward like an archer's taught bowstring in comparison to the mere spiderwed string leading him into the basin of water, reflecting a crimson moon redder than the previous shopkeeper's eyes. An Arm caught his, and for a moment, gravity seemed to move as the two girls gasped in shock, frozen in fear. With a sickening slap to the other, the two dissapeared from Earth into the water's abyss.
Everything smelled crude and rotten, but when he opened his flinching wet eyes, he saw candy colored flowers,endless lime green grass, and a groaning Doumeki drenched lying on his stomach. The Shopkeeper gaped at the moon, eyes as clear as day itself as night was upon them. The sky was just as red as the moon and clouds as black as smoke could get.
"I don't think we're in Tokyo anymore." Watanuki Kimihiro reconciled.