A/N: Hey everyone! So here's is what was asked of me...and I hope you will enjoy! This story is becoming more angsty then I originally intentioned, and I think it may be due to personal dilemmas...(shifts eyes from side to side.) anyways, as always enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own xxxHOLIC, CLAMP has a bit of a sharing issue... And Glass Danse is the under the rightful ownership of the magnificent band The Faint. (yes it is Danse, I found this out too when I was looking up the lyrics.)

Glass Danse:

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feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark

steam pours out the entrance.

"Where the HELL have you been?" Came his father's angered voice. Watanuki merely sighed as he continued to remove his shoes at the door, keeping his eyes to the ground, not daring to look at the probably completely plastered man's face. Watanuki could hear his father's hard footsteps as he approached him.

"What a waste." Stated his father, as the drunken man grabbed a handful of Watanuki's smooth, charcoal fair from the roots. Watanuki's expression was set in stone, he highly doubted his he could even feel pain anymore.

"I wonder how many men you pleased tonight with this worthless body of yours," came the older male's voice, as he began to trace his hand up the younger boy's shirt. Watanuki was then thrown against the door, head colliding with the hard wood, and he pathetically slid down the surface, as his father approached him again.

"Not that it will matter-" Watanuki was pulled up by the front of his shirt, "you'll always belong to-"

real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out.

where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit.

"Hey Kimihiro!" Came the excited classmate's voice, as the taller boy proceeded in slapping Watanuki's severely bruised back. Not like the other male was aware of it, nor did Watanuki give it away, but only accomplishing in bringing the slightly dazed boy back from his haunting reminiscence of the night previous.

"Morning Ted," Responded the smaller adolescent. The other man smiled as they both began to walk towards the school quad. "Have fun last night?" Watanuki asked, knowing full well of what the answer would be.

Ted's chiseled face brightened. "Man, that was one great rave, how long did it take you to put it all together?" He asked, eye's practically sparkling as he replayed last night's events in his head. Watanuki smiled at his enthusiasm. "Not too long," he responded.

They arrived at the large table his peers, and practically followers, occupied during periods. They all smiled when they saw Watanuki arrive and pounced on him eagerly.

"Great Job Kimi!" "Last night was INSANE!" "When's the next one?" Were the only things Watanuki could decipher from the overly zealous group of adolescents praises and appeasements as they gathered around him to deliver their daily hellos.

Watanuki smiled again, truly happy to be back where he belonged, and to be welcomed so earnestly. "Well..." Watanuki dug into his front jean pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. The other teenagers looked at him with wide eyes.

"There was an apartment complex off Coldwater and Beverly that was evacuated recently." Everyone's face lit-up in anticipation. "Why don't we make a visit tomorrow?" Watanuki offered, and the small crowd of peers cheered in excited unison.

"I'll take that as a yes then?" He asked, simply milking the happiness that radiated from his friends. They all looked back at him with an expression of, do-you-really-need-to-ask-that?, and Watanuki smiled again. "Alright, just make sure the word gets around." And everyone shook their heads, slowly making their ways to class before the tardy bell had a chance to ring.

the glass dance world flickers on and the

low end thaws your anxious body

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maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy,

it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy.

"Doumeki-san?" Came his partner's curious voice. "Hn?" Was his response, not that he wanted to be distracted from his current occupation, but at least giving the younger male the reassurance that he was listening would do something to keep him from being disturbed further.

"What are you doing?" Or Not. Doumeki sighed to himself.

"Looking through the records of recent public disturbances in the area." Came his emotionless reply, never taking his eyes away from the opened manilla envelopes. He heard his partner approach him and he internally sighed, already knowing the inquiry he would receive.

"Why are you doing that?" Came the inevitable question. Doumeki merely grunted in a response, shoulder's raising in an indifferent shrug. His partner crossed his arms over his small chest, putting more weight on his left leg then the other, looking at Doumeki curiously.

The stoic man sighed again, reluctant to answer his companion's question. "Curious." He answered in the simplest way possible. His partner, through years of adjusting to Doumeki's silent mannerisms understood, He did want to talk about it, simple as that. The smaller of the two shook his head, and tapped Doumeki on the shoulder.

"Alright, but if there's anyway I can help, you know where to find me." He reassured, in his usual friendly manner. Doumeki grunted in response and the other exited the room. Doumeki released a sigh and allowed himself to focus more on his task.

"If only there was a name, to place the face to." He thought to himself, wondering if he would ever come across the stranger that had been occupying his every thought since the day previous.

i call them bodies but, they are attentive too,

i feel the social glare i feel the attitude.

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watch as mirrors clear themselves with the

breath of frigid air that eased in.

"Neh, Lionel? Do you need anything else for set up?" Watanuki asked to their unanimously voted Dj. The tall, lanky caucasian with bright orange dread-locks pulled himself from under the table where he was connecting his turn-tables. He smiled, causing his freckled face to wrinkle with laugh lines.

"Naw, we're all good here. Just as long as this gig isn't themed." He said sarcastically, making a joke towards Watanuki's little-known peeve of themed anything, Christmas, Halloween, you name it. The slightly shorter teen smiled, and nodded. "Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me."

Watanuki began to walk away, slowly tallying what other items would be needed for that night. The tip-off's been made, the strobes and lights are on their way, we still need cups and drinks... Watanuki pulled out his slim cell phone and flipped it open, dialing the number of another trusted soul.

"Tina? Its Kimi. You wouldn't happen to have anything for some Sangria on your hands would you..."

made up babies all rotate as a siren

spins a beam of amber.

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time sliced beat by beat

in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city

Tonight again. I'll just have to look out for him then. Doumeki thought as the usually busy streets rushed past him, partner antsy in the passenger seat. Doumeki's hands gripped the wheel tighter in anticipation, and his partner smiled at the gesture.

"Someone's excited." The thinner man said aloud, and not quite to himself. Doumeki just smirked as they pulled up to the stranded complex, and parked behind the other waiting patrol cars.

the glass dance world

flickers on because the cycle happens enough:

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"Kimi...they're all outside, what should we do?" Came the less than screamed voice next to the lithe, fiercely rocking teenager. Watanuki turned and looked at the apprehensive looking peer and smiled. "Are you ready for it?" He asked slyly. Suddenly, everyone stopped their movements and turned in Watanuki's direction, small whispers slowly making a loud roar.

Watanuki pulled the taller teenager closer to him, and delivered the plan of execution in a silent whisper. The other's eyes widened and a huge grin appeared on his face which Watanuki mirrored. "Got it?" Watanuki asked. The other teen then grabbed the person closest to him and began to spread the chain of escape.

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a baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life,

an infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies.

Doumeki, and the majority of the other officers were preparing to break down the front door of the apartment complex, which lead to the large open patio where he would most-likely be. The pacing police chief could be heard behind them, and Doumeki was becoming worried at his thoughts, why was this child affecting him so?

Voices, distinct voices could be heard from the inside. They started as a small murmur, but they began to grow, and the prepared officers glanced at each other. Shrieks, terrified shrieks approached the other side of the door, and then the police were pushed back as the doors were thrown open by the panicking teenagers who were frantically trying to get out, screaming inaudible absurdities as they did.

"HE...HE!" "HE JUST WENT AND SHOT HIMSELF!" "GET US OUT OF HERE!" Came the teenager's frightened screams as they began to push past the wall of authorities. Doumeki was being grabbed by several crying girls and he saw that a group of about five kids would latch onto an individual officer, and push them towards the open door.

"PLEASE! PLEASE HELP US!" "WHY DID HE DO IT?" "THE BLOOD...IT WAS EVERYWHERE!" The three small adolescents screamed from Doumeki's sides and finally the police chief began to speak.

"WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?" He asked through his loud speaker and finally the teenagers turned towards him, stopped their frantic pulling and pushing. One brave girl spoke out, tears falling from her eyes.

"He...just came in and...put the" She made the gesture of a gun to the head, wiping away a few tears as she did. "and he...pulled the trigger." The poor girl then broke down and collapsed to the floor, face in her hands. Doumeki became suddenly panicked and scanned over the heads of the wailing adolescents. He wasn't there. Doumeki turned and ran into the building, and once he entered, he could hear the footsteps of his fellow officers behind him.

Once they were all inside, they began to inspect the area for the aforementioned suicidal. A small chuckle could be heard from the door way, and they all looked up, where a tall, lithe, charcoal haired boy, in tight purple jeans and a faded v-neck stood, arms stretched in preparation to shut the now menacing doors.

"Thanks for your concern boys, have a nice night." A brilliant crooked smile appeared on the boy's face, and Doumeki's breath hitched. The boy's eyes connected with his right before the door was slammed shut, and the distinct sound of a chain could be heard, followed by a hollow locking sound.

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that's simplified but uh. . .when your complexion dries,

you wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way.

The hundreds of adolescents started to cheer in excitement as they ran down the street full of deserted patrol cars, slashing the tires as they went.

"I can' t believe that worked!" Came an excited upperclassmen's voice besides Watanuki, whose sprinting feet began to slow down, preventing him from racing back to his dreary home.

"You okay Kimi?" Came another classmates voice, and Watanuki shook his face. "Yeah, I'm just going to make sure that there's no evidence left over..." He stated, head slightly in a daze, trying to delay his return to the dark place he was previously heading.

A picture of that singular officer appeared in his mind and Watanuki smiled. "The perfect distraction." He thought to himself. Watanuki then turned and began running towards the building they had just so brilliantly escaped from.

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They had finally managed to break down the front door, the police chief screaming and complaining in the background all the while. Unfortunately for them, they then soon discovered that all of their tires had been slashed, and driving away would be practically impossible. This set off another string of irritated complaints from the commander, and Doumeki rolled his eyes.

"How could he have gotten away so easily?" He thought angrily, he had let that small moment of panic take over him and thus his current situation. Doumeki tuned and faced the building when he heard a small noise come from the left side of the building. He approached the area apprehensively, but he heard a small, distinct chuckle from the darkness, and he walked more confidently in.

"Why did he come back? What is he trying to get?" He internally questioned when suddenly he was pulled completely into the darkness by two slender hands gripped into his chest.

"Miss me?" Came a silently whispered voice, which was inches from his face, before he was pulled in for another heated embrace.

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A/N: So due to the wonderful reviews I received, I decided to make this into a series. That's right, not just a sequel, but a SERIES! Of course, this means that I'm going to have my plate full and really have to get on the ball about updating. So I hope you enjoyed and please Review!