Doumeki gave a sigh as Watanuki finally left. Yes, finally. As in a long time after he should have. Because he had somehow managed to find out that Doumeki was planning on having takeout for dinner and refused to allow it.
Not that Doumeki minded having another one of Watanuki's delicious meals. But it was kind of hard to concentrate on the wonderful food with Watanuki sitting just across the table from him.
Ok, Doumeki, he told himself, You are NOT doing that again. Ever. You will train him without any sort of wrestling or pinning involved. You will not allow him to distract you from the training. And you will not fantasize about him when he is anywhere in the area. Got it?
Yes, he dutifully answered himself, I promise, no more.
Good.
Doumeki realized he must be really bored to be having a conversation with himself. At least things were more interesting with Watanuki around.
"What's the point of this again?" Watanuki asked doubtfully, eyeing the tennis ball in Doumeki's hand. He'd been dragged out to the park to practice something or other.
"Improved hand-eye co-ordination"
"And I need that because . . .?"
"You're clumsy"
Watanuki thought at this point he should break into a shouting lecture about being too frank, but was more concerned about the very hard-looking ball and the powerful arm holding it.
"Ready?"
Watanuki nodded hesitantly. There was a thunk on the tree behind him. He turned to see the ball lying here. As he'd thought, all that archery had given Douneki a very powerful pitch.
Watanuki picked up the ball and turned to face Doumeki again. The other looked very hard like he was trying to suppress a groan of exasperation.
"Don't look at me like that! It's not my fault you throw to hard!"
"Just throw the ball back."
Watanuki did so. Himawari would never be like this, he though huffily, Himawari would throw it gently and lightly and –
"Oi! Stop zoning out."
"I wasn't zoning out! And my name is not 'oi'!"
"Stay focused on your goal. Catch the ball!"
Many tosses and not very many catches later, Watanuki was about ready to throw the ball in the trash. But knowing Doumeki, he'd just fish it out and still expect Watanuki to catch it. So instead Watanuki just threw the ball very angrily back at Doumeki after missing it yet again.
Watanuki's aim was off, and he ball went several feet to Doumeki's left. The other lunged to grab it; but he missed, and slipped on something in the grass. He fell back, hitting his head with a loud thunk on the hard sidewalk at the edge of the park.
"Hey, are you alright? Doumeki? Doumeki!" Watanuki ran to the fallen boy, who didn't respond. He lay silent on the ground, eyes closed as if in sleep.
"Hey, Doumeki!" Watanuki grabbed his shoulders and shook him, starting to panic. At least there didn't seem to be any blood. But Doumeki wasn't moving at all. If he'd hit his head too hard, gotten a bad concussion . . .Watanuki looked around desperately. He had to get help, but he didn't want to leave Doumeki alone. There was a pay phone a few yards away, and Watanuki desperately checked his pockets. He didn't have any change.
Doumeki's breathing was shallow now, barely noticeable. It seemed like it would stop at any moment. No! Watanuki felt tears pool in his eyes. He didn't know what to do! This wasn't the fault of some spirit he could hunt down. There was no spell to make everything better. Doumeki was really hurt, and he couldn't do a thing!
"Watanuki! Doumeki-kun!" Yuko's voice rang from across the park.
"Yuko-san!" Watanuki looked up, and was amazed at how fast the site of his employer added a drop of hope to his despair.
"Oh, dear" Yuko had finally gotten close enough to see what had happened. "Watanuki, help me lift him." Together they got Doumeki up onto a park bench.
"Will he be all right?" Watanuki asked nervously. Doumeki was a little less pale; was he getting better?
"Probably." Said Yuko, "He just got a mild concussion."
"P-probably?" Watanuki stammered "Shouldn't we call a doctor or something?"
"By the time one gets here it'll either be too late or he'll be fine."
For some reason this wasn't reassuring at all.
AN: What did you think? Please review! I love all criticism.
