A/N: Enough with the depression and angst! Shall we move to greener pastures? Happier times? If so then you're in luck! I needed some brightness and so I wrote it. So Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own xxxHolic, nor do I own Just Dance by lady Gaga.

Warning!: Well not so much of a warning, but how to enhance your reading. I found that the story comes across much better if you actually listen to the song while you read, because the song's tone is what had me use it for the chapter. So you know, just load up another tab and copy and paste this but remove the spaces! www . youtube . com /watch?v=M65zI9LH-as

Just Dance:

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I've had a little bit too much.

Much.

Watanuki awoke to pain, throbbing pain streaming through his head and he begrudgingly stood from his bed. He hadn't bothered to change last night, still waring the same faded v-neck, the tight-fitting jeans. He sighed sadly.

He couldn't wash these, they still held his evidence, his safety.

His eyes were slightly red and swollen, he placed his dainty fingers to the puffy skin and sighed again. That was most likely the reason he hadn't cried in so long. It didn't accomplish anything and it hurt. What a useless bodily function.

All of the people start to rush.

Start to rush by.

He stretched lazily as he looked out the window. It was a Saturday. His heart clenched in fear for a small second. He had to get out of here.

Finally snapping out of his stupor, he grabbed a random pair of pants, a top. After dressing himself he grabbed the small bag in the corner of his disarrayed room, stuffed in a pair of shades and a tribal-colored beanie, wallet and cell-phone, before quietly scurrying down the stairs and out into the hazy morning light.

Caught in this twister-dance,

Can't find my drink oh man.

A few hours had passed and Watanuki found himself in a park a town over from home, resting quietly on a hard bench, when his phone began to ring.

His stomach clenched as he rolled his eyes. He flipped the device open.

"Yes?" He asked, dreading what he would hear on the other end. The voice breathed out, laughing to itself. "I didn't have a chance to see you last night. I was-" The voice laughed darkly. "worried to say the least."

Watanuki's grip tightened on the phone's metal frame. It was sad how the only time his father wasn't in a completely drunken state of mind, he wasted his time tormenting the fearful adolescent.

"I'm sorry." Watanuki breathed, eyes closing from strain. The man just laughed again.

"Where are you." His Father asked firmly and Watanuki froze again, and for a brief moment Doumeki's face played across Watanuki's mind. The boy smiled in relief.

"The police station." He stated non-chalantly, but confidently as well. His plan had worked, his father's breathing stopped for the smallest of seconds, but that's all Watanuki needed.

"What are you doing there?" The voice asked shakily and Watanuki smiled, newly found drive in his voice. "Nothing really. Goodbye Father Dearest." And with that Watanuki flipped his phone closed and stood smiling into the clouded sky.

He started walking again, disposing the communications device into a passing bin.

He had found his escape.

Where are my keys?

I lost my phone.

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What's going on on the floor?

Doumeki stifled a yawn as he stretched in the uncomfortable rolling chair. He regained his composure when a knocking came at his office door.

"Hn?" He stated, giving whoever permission to enter. The thin, scittish receptionist peeked her head around the door. "Uhm, there's someone here to see you." She stated weakly and Doumeki looked at her with masked curiosity.

"Who is it?" He asked. The receptionist looked at him anxiously, eyes darting from spot to spot. "He...didn't say, but he said that it was very important." Doumeki sighed.

"Send him in then." And the receptionist quickly vanished to go retrieve whoever it was that came to see him.

I love this record baby,

but I can't see straight anymore.

Doumeki brought his eyes to the door when he heard footsteps approach. They widened indefinitely as he took in the figure that entered.

The tall, lithe boy was clad in another pair of faded, leg hugging jeans, plain teal t-shirt and a yellow sweater, dark shades hiding endless blue eyes and a multi-colored beanie covering the black cropped hair.

"What a clever disguise." Doumeki said sarcastically, still trying to register how no one within the station was able to realize who this person was. The boy smiled pulling off the head-piece and removing the thick-rimmed ray-bands.

"I thought so." He said happily almost skipping towards the officer's cluttered desk.

Keep it cool,

what's the name of this club?

"What do I owe the pleasure?" Doumeki asked calmly, staring into those beautiful eyes that were so deceiving. The boy just shrugged.

"When's your shift over?" He asked instead. Doumeki looked at him curiously, then to the clock in the corner of the room.

"In an hour. Why?" He couldn't refrain from asking. The eccentric adolescent looked at him with a wide smile.

"Lets go somewhere afterwards okay." The boy stated, not really giving Doumeki any room to protest, happily hopping onto the wooden desk, crossing his long legs. "Why would I do that?" The officer asked again. The boy just leaned closer to him, lightly tracing Doumeki's defined chin.

"Because, if you don't someone just might file charges against you. A very serious charge that would revoke your license and might just land you in a nice cold jail cell." Watanuki stated happily, brushing his lips against Doumeki's.

The officer was at a loss of words. Watanuki hopped down from the desk, re-adorning the beanie and shades. "I'll be waiting for you at the cafe on the corner, I'll only wait an hour. Your reputation rests on it." The boy said confidently walking out the door, closing it gently behind him.

Doumeki sighed, bringing a hand to grip the bridge of his nose, trying to prevent an impending headache. Guess I'm going out tonight. He thought tiredly, trying to ignore the excitement that pulled at his chest.

I can't remember, but its alright.

A-Alright.

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Just Dance.

Watanuki smiled as he saw Doumeki's approaching figure, but sighed upon seeing that he was still clad in his uniform. He stood from his wicker chair, placing down a 10 to pay for the drink and tip, then walked out the door.

Doumeki gave him an unsure glance and Watanuki couldn't help but smile at his new fascination.

Gonna be okay.

Dada Dodoom

Just Dance.

Watanuki hooked his arm around Doumeki's and pulled him along the street, Doumeki turning stiff.

"Where are we going?" He questioned firmly and Watanuki turned to him pouting. "Nowhere in that get up." He stated, continuing his pulling.

"First we're getting you a change of clothes." Watanuki continued clearly, adding more meaning to his steps, calling for a cab on the busy street. A car pulled in-front of them.

Watanuki opened the door and slid inside. Doumeki was hesitant, but then followed, causing Watanuki to smile again.

The eager adolescent spoke to the cab driver. "Third Street Promenade, and there's an extra twenty in there if you step on it." The scruffy man looked back at the boy and wearily to the cop. Watanuki rolled his eyes and turned to Doumeki.

"Tell him to do it." He stated, and Doumeki was at a loss. "Just listen to the kid." Doumeki stated and Watanuki hugged him briefly before directing the cab driver again, who drove with gusto.

Spin that record babe,

Dada Dodoom.

Just Dance.

Watanuki happily burst through the large see-through doors of the conveniently located GAP, arm still linked with Doumeki's, and walked straight to the retail manager idly walking around the busy floor.

The tall, bald African American smiled at the sight of the enigmatic Kimihiro, and the boy happily gave the man a hug.

"James I need a favor." Watanuki stated once they had parted, gesturing towards Doumeki. James smiled, leaning to the side with his hands at his waist, skeptically surveying the out-of-place officer.

The man pulled Watanuki over to the side, not comfortable voicing his concern in front of the authorities.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" James asked concernedly. Watanuki rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I'm not in trouble."

"Then explain to me why you brought a cop into my store?" Watanuki smiled. "Do you really want to know?" He asked quietly. James thought on this. "Oh never mind sugar, what can I do for you?"

Watanuki laughed a little. "I need to get him an outfit. Something fitting...." Watanuki started, and he linked arms with James as they circled Doumeki, looking him up and down. "But about the color..." They said in unison, both stopping, staring at the ground, thoughtful hand on respective chin.

A spark of genius. "Ah!" They both said turning to each other. "A chocolate brown blazer." James started. "With a navy v-neck." Watanuki continued. Then they both turned to the apprehensive Doumeki, and eyed the length of his legs.

"And a white-washed straight-leg." They finished.

Gonna by okay.

Du-Du-Du-Dance.

Dance. Dance.

Ju-ju-ju-just Dance.

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Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.

"What the hell is going on?" Doumeki questioned again, plucking at the shape fitting clothing that had somehow managed to stay on him. Watanuki chuckled as they hopped back into a cab.

The boy had also purchased a change of clothing. Faded olive-green skinny jeans, (which Doumeki thinks he may have grabbed from the women's section) a thin brown pull-over sweater and a waist-cut gray jacket, he also sported his ray-bands, hiding the cascade of emotions his eyes expressed.

"You'll see when we get there!" Watanuki stated.

Doumeki sighed. Why was he going along with this? He could just leave if this was really bothering him...but, he just couldn't. Not out of fear for what the boy might do if he did leave, but because he didn't mind being there, with this crazy adolescent.

How'd I turn my shirt inside out?

Inside out, babe.

The cab pulled over at a busy corner clad in neon lights fighting for dominance with the street ones. If Doumeki hadn't been confused for the past hour and a half, he most certainly was now.

"A night club?" He asked hesitantly, though his tone just came out as unfazed. "You do know that you're a minor...and that you're breaking the law...and that I'm a cop, right?"

Watanuki just looked at him, mouth slightly open. "I think that's the most you've ever said to me." He stated, almost happy at this new discovery.

The stunning boy continued to walk forward, completely skipping past the red-velevet line and going straight to the bouncer.

Control your poison babe.

Roses have thorns they say.

The boy exchanged some odd form of handshake with the tall, buff man in a dark suit and glasses. They made a joke about something, both laughing heartily as the security guard clamped a large hand on Kimihiro's shoulder gesturing him into the club. Watanuki took a step forward, but then turned to the completely stunned Doumeki.

"Are you coming or what?" He yelled, and before Doumeki could think about what his actions would entail he followed after the kid with connections.

And we're all getting hosed tonight.

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What's going on on the floor?

Watanuki smiled when he felt Doumeki's hand on his shoulder, both making their way through the crowded room of swaying bodies, clad in backlights, strobes, and various forms of glow-sticks. Watanuki led them over to the long bar, the agile boy hoping up onto the counter, Doumeki warily taking the seat next to him. A smooth blonde bartender approached them.

"Ah Kim! Its been a while. Where have you been?" He asked energetically and Watanuki shared in his exuberance. "You know how it usually is." Watanuki stated and the man just nodded.

"So what'll it be?" The man asked, gaze wavering to Doumeki. "The usual?" Watanuki shook his head and the bartender addressed the other man. "And for you?" He asked. Watanuki smiled.

"He'll have what I'm having." The adolescent stated and Doumeki stared at him. The bartender went away briefly but came back with two glasses, filled with a brown liquid and ice. Watanuki grabbed the drink, but was prevented from consuming it when a firm hand stopped his wrist.

"You're not getting drunk on my watch." The officer stated. Watanuki just brushed his hand away. "Its just iced tea....do you really think that I would drink?" He asked sarcastically, taking a sip from the beverage.

"Besides, here you are, an authority of the law, out illegally partying with a minor, and you worried about me consuming alcohol?" He stated jokingly, gaining a new position by standing in-front of Doumeki, resting his elbows on the counter-top, stomach against the square edge. "You really need to get you priorities in check." Watanuki finished.

I love this record baby,

but I can't see straight anymore.

Doumeki's face became more stern, obviously fully aware of the exact situation he was in. Watanuki began to regret what he had said until Doumeki spoke.

"Its weird, because you are my priority." Doumeki stated, almost not really registering what it was he was saying, until the words were finally in the open where he could examine them. Watanuki's eyes widened and the glass he was holding almost slipped from his hands. "What?"

Doumeki just looked at him and Watanuki could feel the unfamiliar blush creep onto his face. He turned his gaze away from Doumeki, focusing it on his drink when he felt a tug on the side of his pants. Watanuki hesitantly looked back to the stoic cop, who was pulling at the belt-loop at his waist. He let himself be pulled and he was guided into Doumeki's lap, where he was seated rather comfortably, a small smile on his face all the while.

Keep it cool.

What's the name of this club?

They surveyed the huge crowd on the dance floor, Doumeki resting one arm around Watanuki's waist holding him securely, Watanuki tilting his now empty glass back and forth. This just felt so right, Watanuki thought. He couldn't understand how he had never felt so whole before, so complete.

"What time is it?" Watanuki asked absent-mindedly. Doumeki exposed his wrist, reading the time on his watch. "11:15." He stated and Watanuki managed to break away from Doumeki's hold and stand up. "Where are you going?" Doumeki asked, reluctant to go on another excursion with the sporadic teenager. Watanuki just smiled, lacing his fingers with Doumeki's hand and pulling him out the door.

I can't remember, but its alright.

A-Alright.

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Just Dance.

Effortlessly Watanuki had managed to hail down another cab and the two men got it. "Where are you taking me know?" Doumeki asked again, though not really expecting an answer. Suddenly the boy next to him became much more timid.

"Well I-" He started, fiddling with his hands. "I wanted to go to your place." Watanuki continued, keeping his face turned towards his lap, obviously hiding his embarrassment. Doumeki was slightly taken back, but that was probably the most normal thing someone could ask in this situation, so he was relieved as well that there would be no more unexpected journeys that night. "Sure." Doumeki commented giving his address to the cabbie.

Gonna be okay.

Dada Dodoom.

Just Dance.

Doumeki held his front door open for the boy, who hesitantly walked in. The cop had a decent flat, two-bedrooms, a bath, kitchen and a large open living room, but really, the highlight of the quaint apartment was the view.

The entire back wall were windows leading out to the open patio showing a panoramic view of the busy city which was all lit up with golden lights, and surprisingly that was were Watanuki went as Doumeki discarded his keys and jacket. The cop went into his kitchen and grabbed two drinks, then went outside as well.

"Here." Doumeki said as he handed the boy the can of soda. He took it with a smile and leaned against the patio's metal railing. "Its beautiful." He stated, smiling at the darkness. Doumeki just looked at him, leaning his hip against the railing as well, crossing one foot over the other and popping open the can. "Its nice when we're not cleaning it up." The cop stated sarcastically, and Watanuki threw a glance at him, but then started laughing carelessly as he turned back to the city scene.

Spin that record, babe.

Dada Dodoom.

Just Dance.

"How do you do it?" Doumeki asked the petite boy smiling into the small night breeze. Watanuki just turned to him. "Do what?" He asked, head resting on his forearm on the railing. "Be so haphazard?" Doumeki elaborated. Watanuki sighed.

"I guess, its the only way I feel alive. To never know what to expect, but to expect something great." He stated, almost in a dreamy manner. Doumeki just looked at him, not expecting such an honest answer. The boy looked at him smiling.

"And its more fun." He added, trying to alleviate the heavy mood. Doumeki reached out his hand and cupped the boy's soft cheek, and Watanuki's breath hitched. The taller man discarded his drink on the small patio table to the side and stepped closer to Watanuki, who had closed his eyes and rested into the warm palm on his skin.

Doumeki brought his other hand and cradled the boy's head in his hands, inching in closer as if being pulled there. Doumeki slowly brushed their lips together, absorbing the small sparks he felt at the action. Then he placed his lips more firmly onto the other's incredibly soft ones, eyes closing and just feeling.

Gonna be okay.

Du-Du-Du-Dance.

The kiss carried out silently, both experimentally moving their lips against the other, seeing if this euphoric feeling could get any better. They slowly pulled away, barely opening their eyes, staring at the other to see the conviction reflecting in both their irises.

Watanuki sighed. "What time is it?" He asked breathlessly. Doumeki was somewhat shocked at the question, but again glanced at his watch. "12:02. Why?" He responded, every spoken word filled his an underlying huskiness. Watanuki smiled sincerely and wrapped his arms around Doumeki's neck. The boy giggled.

"Looks like Cinderella won't have to run from her Prince Charming."

Dance. Dance

Ju-ju-ju-just Dance.

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A/N: WOW! this chapter was a lot longer then I expected...and I didn't even finish the song.... anyways, I wanted to show the other aspects of Watanuki besides his seducing clever side, you know. I also wanted to show how Watanuki distracts himself from his home life too, how he manages to get by and not be all brooding and depressed. So I hope you enjoyed it, and I updated this story twice this week which means there might not be one next weekend. Please Review and tell me what you think! Until next time!