New Story! My first XXXholic fic! Sorry for any mistakes I tried my best to get words right, but this new computer doesn't have the writing system I like. So there's no spell checker and I have to look up the words to get them right!

This story isn't priority. It's just something for fun.

Angel of Mine only has a chapter to go and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly is my first priority, I swear. But both of these stories...I'll try and update regularly if I can. I'm going to college soon so I may be to busy for a while.

I own nothing! OOCness and and OC or two. I changed Watanuki a lot. (Not that he's not cool, his whiny loud mouth is just annoying to me. So I changed it. No offense to anyone intended.)

For as long as I could remember to stand it I've been able to see spirits. I've seen my share of the good and bad but most are just annoying.

I'd love to have this burden lifted from my shoulders. To never see another spirit again,...but...I doubt it'd ever happen. Not untill I'm six feet under at least.

I'm Watanuki. My last name isn't all that important, only for legal documents really. So never mind that. Just pay attention to the chapters of my life, if you want that is.

I stalked home from school. I didn't want to bother anyone or be bothered. But,...as I learned a long time ago...things hardly ever go as planned.

I sighed as I dug my feet into the cement and tried to walk faster. They never went away, so they weighed me down. I waved a hand so I could see better. "Ugh, just leave me alone." I mumbled.

Not like they ever listened of course.

So I dug my heels in and walked faster. I took it for granted that I was on the American Football club. So long as it wasn't Archery.

I Walked faster. They still wouldn't leave me alone. I bolted into a run.

All I'd wanted was to go home quickly and quietly so I could cook my dinner, read some comics, do some homework, and go to bed. That's all. And this,...I looked over my shoulder at the large swarm of spirits,...this was my punishment for wanting some quiet.

I Stumbled into a wall as they gained some ground on me. As soon as I touched it they vanished. "...That's funny. No, no that was just weird. There's nothing funny about it." I sighed and stood, my right hand on the wall. I looked around to see that it was a fence of sorts.

"What's this?" I muttered as I walked along it. The surface was smooth as glass, but I could feel its crude dug out spots under the pads of my fingers. I came to the opening and found it was,..."A house? No...a shop maybe. Or even a little shrine it looks like," I took in the artwork of the structure. With its pointed roofs and shrine like porch and doors, with cresent moons here and there. It looked to be a shrine.

"In a place like this?" I glanced around at the other buildings. The small 'shrine' looked so out of place surrounded by all the large shiny buildings made of glass and pure white clean rock. "Odd." Not funny. Never funny.

I stepped forward. Sakura trees and decent sizes of patched grass stood out front. "How strange." Then again what wasn't these days?

My feet pulled me in. I wanted to go home and I tugged myself back a little, but they were set on forward. 'Now this is just plain creepy!' I felt a stab of panic hit my heart and gut full force.

The doors opened and I looked up to see two girls that appeared to be twins. One's hair was long and curly held up in pigtails, but still her hair reached the ground. The other's hair was short with small cphirical locks of hair that made it look like she had teddy ears. The curly haired one wore black and red, the other wore white and pink.

"Um,...hi...?" I tried. It was pathetic but still. Something at least.

"You can come in now." They spoke together. The voice you'd expect from someone their height and age. Or what I assumed their ages were. They sounded and looked baout nine.

"Well,...I just wanted to go home. I don't under-," They cut me off, smirking behind their tiny hands.

"It's a customer for the mistress." The long haired one whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes, it's a customer for the mistress." The other piped up.

They made it sound like I was a man-whore. I am certainly not for hire and even if I were, I would never be a whore. "Wait, what?" I asked quietly. I was all to confused.

They giggled and ran over, their small hands on my back and pushed me forward. I couldn't fight, they were kids. What if I hurt them by accident? So,...I let them foce me into the building.

"What is this place?" I asked them curiously. They closed the doors and blinked up at me.

"Shoes." The long haired one pointed to my feet.

"Shoes." The other copied, grinning.

I slipped them off and followed them. What the hell was going on exactly. And I still felt the tug forward on my legs so clearly I could not go back. But I hoped this would be over soon. I had a funny feeling about all of this. Not something good or bad,...just odd.

"Why can't I go exactly?" I called ahead to them.

"Because this is inevitable." A woman's voice called. Well, no not called. She...her voice was slightly raised. But it was elegant and easy. Low and seductive. It sounded like teasing came easy to this woman. But I wanted a face for the voice.

The girls stopped in front of a door with butterfly designs and fog. They looked at me as I stopped between them.

"You came here for something." The woman spoke again. If I could describe it as anything I'd have to say wine. Warm wine at it's peak of taste.

They opened the doors and I peered through my glasses at a smoke filled room. There was someone there. Laying on a couch I'd assume.

"Well,...come here." The woman called. Her voice was definetly wine soaked. I stepped forward. The tug on all my leg muscles was gone now.

The smoke cleared, I waved some away from my face. I always hated smoke. Unlike most of those other guys my age that loved to suck the life out of their bodies with the junk.

There was the woman, laying across a long couch with openings at the back and crecent moon as a design on the top. She wore a red kimono with several other colors to compliment the bright blood color. Her skin was pale, her hair midnight black, like ink, and long as I've ever seen on any female outside of my school. She looked like the type of woman that wore several clothes but kept a lot of skin exposed just because. She was smoking a long well detailed pipe.

I blinked.

She lowered her right leg to the floor, I noted how she had legs like a model but more classy, like an age far behind where women still had class. Her eyes opened. There were a rare brown/red wine color. She turned her gaze to me, frowning slightly.

"Inevitable?" It was the only thing I could think to say.

"Yes. I've said that." A smirk played on her face, frown lifting into a cleverly worn insult.

I hummed and waited for her to say something else. Anything to give me a hint at what was happening.

"You're not how I pictured you'd be." She eyes me with half-hearted curiosity. Taking in my messy inky hair and blue/green eyes with my out of place looking glasses on my face. The glasses gave me a sort of prep look, a shocking contrast to my appearance without them. I'd look like a punk I'd imagine without them. Seeing as I have a scar just under my right eyebrow that reached a little past the end of my brow. It was pink against my pale face.

"I figured you'd be a proper school boy. Scared of anything out of place." She commented.

I shrugged. "Most things are always out of place, no matter how often you put them back." I scratched at my arm. She took in my build this time. Again, the glasses standing out awkwardly. As I had a slightly over average build, whereas most boys my age were anorexic and frail looking with twig legs. I could more than hold my own in a fight, and my strong fast legs proved for a quick get away if I thought I couldn't win against the odds.

"What a wise thing to say." Her smirk widened. "Closer please." Her long piano player fingers curled in to herself gently and I took a few more steps into the room. "What were you doing when you found this place?"

"Running."

"From what might I ask?"

"...Nothing good."

She chuckled. "I would never expect someone to run from goodness."

"Maybe not. But,..." I raised my hands in a mimic action. "I put my hands on the fence and the band things wandered off. Sounds wierd but it's true. And now I'm Here."

"The fance is a barrier of sorts."

"Barrier?"

"Yes, I've said that." She teased.

"I see,...well I suppose I'll go now then." The tug on my mucles was gone. As interesting as this woman was, I still had to eat and do some homework. "So if I bothered you." I turned and started out.

"If you don't mind I'd like to see the object in your pocket." She called, again not really calling but raising her voice only slightly. I turned and blinked at her. "Quickly please."

I took out my wallet and stepped over to her, handing it over. I didn't deem this woman a threat so why not. She seemed to...pull at me. Not sure why.

"And the other one?" She asked once she opened the wallet and eyed my ID card.

I took out the only other thing I had in my other pocket. An old coin amulet with a dragon and phionix on one side and symboles for courage and pride on the other. It was pure gold. I'd gotten it from my father. I couldn't recall his face but I remember him giving it to me. I handed it over to her.

"Your name?"

"Watanuki."

"Last name?" Her wine colored eyes turned up to me.

"That's only important for legal documents, and unless my eyes are wrong, as bad as they are...you're no document Miss." I asked polietly.

She laughed. "Smart one aren't you."

"I like to think so." I smirked back.

"Were you actually born on April first Watanuki?"

I was going to ask how she'd know that. But I remembered she had my ID in her hand. "Is that what the card says?"

Her smirk told me the answer.

"Then that's what it is isn't it?"

She laughed again. "I like your attitude Watanuki."

The two girl started doing a dance I assumed they made up. "Watanuki, Watanuki! Born on April first!" They sang and danced and kept singing it.

"What a foolish boy. You told a complete stranger your name and birthday."

"Yeah, but not my whole name."

"True. You must realize that by giving an enemy your name you give them a chance to capture your soul." She placed more tabacco in the pipe.

"So you're an enemy then?"

The two girl climbed onto her lap and hugged her. It seemed like she was their mother but they looked nothing like her. "Do you want to know my name?"

"Sure." Something told me she was gunna say it anyways.

"Yuuko Ichihara." The girls placed kisses on her cheeks. "Naturally it's an alias."

"So why mention it?"

"You have to call me something. And it's commonly used so...why not?" She smirked wider. "And this," She pointed to the long haired of the two girls. "is Maru." She pointed to the other. "And Moro."

"Right." I nodded. "It was nice meeting you then." I held my hand out for my wallet and amulet.

The girls looked sad. "Leaving?" They asked quietly.

"Of course."

The doors slid shut. The hell was that about?

"I told you. This is inevitable. Our meeting...it had to happen. And this was always how it was going to play out." She only looked twenty five but her wisdom seemed beyond her years.

"Fate you mean?"

"Exactly." The girls pulled a small dish over. I wonder when it got there. Yuuko stood and place a funny looking plate-like object in the center of the water. There was an eye at its center. I watched carefully.

"Komihiro Watanuki." She stared into the dish of water.

'So she knew my last name anyways!' That thought slightly annoyed me.

"For as long as you can remember you've been different haven't you? And for as long as you can remember this has followed you. It is born into your family, your blood." She smirked at me when she caught the nervous look on my face. "It's your blood that pulls the spirits toward you."

"Why?"

"I told you, the reason lives in your blood."

"I see,..."

"Do you understand now? Nothing happens by coinsidence." I nodded. It seemed to make sense in the odd sort of way weird things did.

"And now,...I'll be keeping this nice amulet of yours."

"What!" I glared at her. "My father gave me that!"

"Unless you give me something else of equal value I have to keep this after I gave you that information."

"But the only thing you told me that I didn't know was that it was in my blood and family! How is that important enough to keep my only family keepsake."

"By deffinition it's equal."

"But whose exactly? What you deem equal?"

She laughed. "A snarky one aren't you?" She smirked up at me, I wondered if it ever left her face. "There can be nothing but perfect balance though. Nothing else will do in this world."

She reached out to me after she tucked my amulet away and slipped my wallet back into my pocket, her hand then reached my face, fingers brushing my cheek carefully. "What happens otherwise?"

"Things throughout the universe. Hurt will be dealt and harm will be done, be it to a single soul or the world it doesn't matter." She answered easily. I blinked in relef when her finger turned and brushed the scar on my face, the top of her pink painted nails brushing the mark. "Can I ask how that happened?"

"I was little and clumsy." I responded quickly. It was the truth and a habit to say by now. "I banged my head on a table."

"How cute." She chuckled. She brushed her fingers over my cheek again and sat back.

I looked around. "What is this place anyways? It looks kinda like a shrine."

"It's my shop slash home." She answered as the girls took my amulet away.

"What kind of shop exactly?"

She gave me an odd look, "My merchandise is wishes."

I stared at her for a moment. Ghosts existed so why couldn't people that granted your wish? "What, like a geine?"

She laughed again. Something tugged in my chest. Why was she laughing so much? Was I that funny? "You can think of it that way yes."

"You can grant any wish?"

"If I approve. And I take payment. So it's a bit different than your idea of the actual matter." She grins now. Not so much like the slick and witty smirk but merley clever.

"So,...it's more like an exchange then?" I asked curiously.

She leaned forward. "That's the best way to say it. How perfect." I blinked in surprise. "The payment must be equal. As I've said. I might, as an example, take a person's soul." She reached out again and took my face in her hands.

"...You may what now?" I asked quickly. There was no way that was true. Or was it? "You would do that?"

She chuckled, her long arms wrapping around my shoulders. "No. I have no interest in the weight of death. It'd be pointless really."

"How so?"

"Death weighs on the universe you know."

I suppose that made sense. Of course I'm sure if she wanted to she could take someone's soul. How steep does she take her payment I wonder. "I don't have a wish I need granted." I mumbled.

"It would be so nice though wouldn't it? To walk home like a normal boy your age and not have to worry about a single spirit bothering you or weighing you down. To never again bear the burden of your,..." She looked at me with amusement in her win colored eyes. "Bad eyesight."

"I'm...I suppose, but..."

"I can make them leave you know. This is a shop for granting wishes after all."

"So you can really do that?" Now I was even more confused than before. I felt like I wanted it...but at the same time I didn't.

The girl, Moro sat to my left. "If mistress says a wish can be granted." She smiles up at me. Maru sat on my other side. "Then it most certainly can." She finished. They were serious...so serious.

"Is it true?" I looked up at the woman, Yuuko, in all her apparently easy grace.

"Is their nagging weight on your shoulder's something you enjoy?" Of course not. It never was. And I think she knew that because the look she gave me told me that much.

I scoffed. "Of corse not. I've been thinking more and more about how great it would be if they were gone but,...I'm not sure."

She blinks. I blinked after she did. "Is that your wish? It could only bring you pleasure and joy to not worry about them anymore right?" She smiled.

I sighed, slightly scared of the outcome of this. "Yes." I breathed quietly. Her smile widened slightly.

"Now that I know it, shall I grant it?"

I blinked. Would she really?

Her playful smirk came back and her class seemed to deminish a little, reminding me that she did indeed look and act twenty five. She held out her hand. "First the payment."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

"I did tell you this was a shop."

The girls danced around. When had they gotten up. "It's a shop, it's a shop." They chanted.

I held out my hand. "Then what about my amulet?"

She smacked my hand away. "That was that and this is this."

The girls copied her again as they danced and ran around. This place was to much.

"You know I'm not sure I even wanna do this now." I frowned. She tapped my palm with her fingers. She gave me a humored look.

"I don't take cancelations."

Pulling my hand back I tugged my fingers through my hair. "I honestly didn't really want to be here in the first place." I shrugged.

The amused look never left her face. "Why don't you work for me?" I looked at her curiously, there was mirth in her wine colored eyes. Dark and deadly mirth.

"Um,...is that all?" I never liked tricks. Then again, I don't think anyone does.

"Work for me here and when you've paid your debt I'll grant your wish." She sat back on her couch and pulled some of her hair back. I only just noticed how low slung her kimono was.

"I suppose." I shrugged again. Maru and Moro danced in circles around me as I stood, singing 'Part-timer'.

"Good. We'll start by throwing a party to comemorate your employment. You'll have to get some things of course!" She sat up and clasped her hands together. "Of course we'll need some snacks and plenty of sake and maybe some confetti and streamers and those cute loud poppers kids love making noise with." She ranted.

I rolled my eyes again. "Why am I doing this? Shouldn't I relax if it's MY party?"

"Could you get something from my warehouse for me?" She grinned, her cheeks tinged pink from her breathless ranting.

"Sure." What was the use in arguing?

"A guest eh?" I spoke to myself as I looked around the darkened shelves. Who would be here of all places. This Yuuko woman was a real piece of work!

I brushed my fingers along a shelf. "It's so dusty." I spotted a black ball with floppy ears. "No way,...Yuuko doesn't seem the type to get stuffed animals." I snickered. It opened its eyes and I flinched back in slight fear. It closed them again, the blue gem on its forehead sparkling.

"Haha! Hiya!" It's voice sounded like a smokers.

"Are you alive?"

It grinned. "Looks that way."

I sighed. "Are you the party guest?"

It laughed again. "I love a good party." Oh jeeze, the company this lady kept was really odd, but who am I to judge?

Yuuko held the stuffed toy thing in her hands. "Hello Mokana." She smiled.

"Yo." It yawned and grinned, it's scratchy voice quiet in Yuuko's precense. "That was a nice nap I had there."

"Can I ask why you were sleeping in there?" I didn't want to be rude.

"Two years. Three maybe. Who is this guy anyways Yuuko?"

"This is Watanuki. He's going to be working for me." Her voice never seemed to really change. It was always the smooth aged wine tone. "We're having a party in his honor, you game?"

The thing jumped up and down in her palms and waved its ears, which I noted had a small earing in the tip part of its left side. "What is he?"

Yuuko looked at me, eyes dancing with mirth. It scared me a little. "Mokana is Mokana. You'd count one Mokana and then two Mokana then you'd stop because there are only two." She scratched Mokana's head.

"An answer that's not even an answer. Somehow I expected that." I sighed. How long had I been here?

Yuuko's cheeks tinged pink again as she grinned. "Now if the two of you will go shopping. I'll pay you back."

"Shopping?"

"Yes, that's what I've said. Have fun." She smirked up at me. "Part timer." The girls swung around as they chanted the last word she'd said.

This was the height of just to much.

I figured I must look a funny sight. With my awkwardly punkish look with the glasses and a stuffed looking toy in a shoulder bag. I heard the snickering and goofy calls and I ignored them. It was only true if I responded to what they said. "Life bites." I mumbled to myself.

"Yeah, sometimes I guess." Mokana's small gruff voice caught my ears. I chuckled. A stuffed toy looking creature was agreeing with me. Odd. But never funny.

I stared at all the food as we entered the gerocery store.

"Can you cook Watanuki?" Mokana asked me curiously.

I nodded. "Mm hm." I dropped food item after food item into the shopping cart. I may be doing the work for this party, but at least I knew the food would be great.

Mokana nuzzled a pack of steaks as the cart got filled. "I like mine medium rare." He giggled.

I nodded. "Yeah most people do." I took a pack of noodles and placed them in.

"Really? Why?" Was he seriously asking that? Didn't everybody know? Of course it was just an assumption brought on by popular demand but still.

"Rare meat is bloody, and if its undercooked you can get sick. A few people like that, don't know why though. Then meduim rare is what people like the most. It's tender and not to bloody or fatty. And it's not tough. Anything after that, people just consider it tough usually."

Mokana had been looking in my direction so I assumed he was listening. "You know a lot."

"Nah, just about food really." I shrugged. I was not well learned in the ways of the world. I doubted I'd ever be.

An unpleasant tingle ran up my spine. I looked over my shoulder. There was a spirit that reminded me of a spider,...it had so many eyes. I rolled my own. 'Typical.' I'd wondered for a moment why I could still see them, but then I remembered that Yuuko said my payment was first. "Great." I sighed.

"We're going." I mumbled.

"Kaaay!" Mokana giggled.

It followed me, I expected that. There must really be something to my blood. Was it that great? Anything was possible but whatever.

I scratched at my scar, a nervous tick from when I was little. Now it just meat I was bothered by something. A small group of girls were walking ahead of me, hearing some clips of their conversation I became interested. Seeing as the one in the middle said she could see them.

She was lying.

There was nothing special about her. And if she could see them she'd be aware of the other three hanging about the street ahead. She wanted attention. I rolled my eyes again. This was something I'd heard before. A lot of kids at my school did it. It was always the ones that had no talent.

Judging from how she was talking about it I'd say she had zero talent besides making up tall tales. I'm sure she could feel a tingle in her spine or a stab in her ribs when they're near...but the way she was describing it was just to much. It made me feel like a freak.

"Excuse me." I nudged through. "Sorry." My arm tapped the girl's shoulder and something felt funny. I glanced back to see that spirit that was following me swarm around the girl. 'Shit. That's not good.'

"Watanuki come on! We're gunna be late!" Mokana hopped out of the bad and darted along the street. I had to get Mokana, this girl was not my problem anymore. I couldn't exorsice spirits so what help would I be? I dashed after Mokana.

"Come back!" I felt a twinge of guilt. Now she could see spirits because she actually was possessed. But that must have been her wish or she wouldn't have gone on and on about them.

Oh well,...life sucks I guess.

I stared at Yuuko when we got back. She smirked up at me as Mokana jumped down and hopped about. "Yuuko?"

"Hmm?" She frowned slightly.

"Did you know? About that thing just now?" I couldn't describe it.

She sipped a small cup of sake. "If I did or didn't would it really make a difference?"

"I suppose not, but still,...is that what it means to loose this...bad eyesight? To push them onto somebody else. I never wanted that."

She looked up at me with a tinge of curiosity. "How noble. But she didn't get anything she didn't ask for." She slid a piece of her puzzle into place.

I sighed. "There's nothing good about them, so why wish for something as cruel as that?" I just didn't really understand. Wanting to be special, I got that. But being taken over by a spirit and getting what you want at the price it costs and still feeling like you need to be special? That was pointless.

Yuuko stood and walked over to me. "There are no limitations to words or desires. Human's a greedy creatures, that's their biggest sin if you'll call it that. They can wish and recieve whatever they think they want. The girl wanted to be special. Her life had been boring to her, getting everything she ever wanted. She wanted something imperfect and that's exactly what she got."

"I,...suppose." I didn't know what to do.

Yuuko's fingers brushed over my scar. "You don't have to feel bad Watanuki. She got what she wanted. And if it hadn't been that spirit it would have only been another."

"Yeah." I nodded.

She smiled. "You'll find that the boundries you thought you knew so well really don't exist. Or not as strongly as they may appear to." I hummed and turned away, I spotted a funny look in her eyes as I did. No, odd maybe. But never funny.

"Going home then? WHat about the party?"

I couldn't take joy in it, even if I did or didn't make the food. I had a lot to think about. To much, my brain felt like it was gonna explode with all the information I'd gotten today.

"Komihiro Watanuki." She raised her voice only a little. I stopped and looked over my shoulder, face blank. "Just remember that everything that happened today was destined to come about."

"Destiny." I felt like a fool for repeating everything she said to me.

"The strings of fate are spun and the gears are turning. It's impossible to stop it. There's meaning in everything. You may not understand yet, but please remember it."

I slipped my sneakers on and headed out. I didn't want to think anymore today. It was funny how she seemed to know everything.

Wait,...no. Odd, never funny.