Watanuki glared at the flower as if that would make it disappear. Doumeki watched and tried to hide his smile, waiting for Watanuki to admit that yes, there was actually a rose lying on his desk and yes, Doumeki had actually given it to him.
Watanuki finally stopped terrorizing the innocent flower and turned his glare on Doumeki. "What," he hissed "is this!"
Doumeki sighed inwardly, reminding himself that the day Watanuki admitted something would be . . . well, it wasn't likely to happen. "A rose," he answered blankly.
"I know that you idiot! What I want to know is why there is a rose lying on my desk!"
"I gave it to you, fool."
Watanuki's expression changed, became inscrutable. Had he really managed to deny the fact that the rose was for him, even to himself? His voice turned menacing, "No you didn't."
"Yes I did."
"No, you most certainly didn't. Of course you didn't. And I am not having this conversation with you." And he turned on his heal and walked out of the room.
Watanuki let out a scream as he turned yet another corner to find a rose lying in the middle of the hallway. This was not happening. Why was there a stupid rose everywhere he went?! In his locker, in his backpack when he went to find his homework, in his coat pocket that he stuck his hand in to keep it from shaking with rage at being stalked by flowers, on his desk in every class . . . The entire school was starting to whisper over who his secret admirer might be. Little did his classmates know that it wasn't an admirer, that the roses probably had poison on their thorns (despite the fact that the thorns had been neatly clipped off of every damnable flower) and chlorine in their sent (So what if they all smelled heavenly? It didn't mean anything.)
Watanuki perked up immediately as Himawari-chan came down the hallway towards him. "Himawari-channnn! Good morning!!!!" He called.
She smiled at him. "Good morning Watanuki-kun. Here." And she handed him a rose.
Watanuki was in Heaven on Earth. Himawari-chan had given him a rose! A red rose! A beautiful, red rose, given to him by the most beautiful girl on the planet . . .
Himawari laughed as Watanuki danced around her in bliss. "Doumeki-kun asked me to give that to you."
Watanuki's wings fell off and he came crashing down to land on a very hard pile of pointy rocks.
Watanuki sneaked of his class as the last bell rang. He'd managed to avoid Doiumeki thus far, even though it meant he'd had to eat lunch on his own, away from beautiful Himawari-chan. (There had even been a rose contaminating his bento, darn it!)
Watanuki slipped into the throng of students leaving the school, grateful that any waiting flowers would be crushed underfoot before he reached them. Only a few more feet, and he would be off campus, free from this horrific day . . .
"Oi." A heavy hand landed on his solder, halting his movements. Watanuki wasn't sure whether to yell or scream as he was spun around to face Doumeki.
"We need to talk"
Oh no. No no no no no, he was not going somewhere to talk with Doumeki alone. The evil archer was probably going to feed him to a rose bush or something. Watanuki was just going to turn calmly around and walk to work, as usual.
So how did he end up being dragged to the old Cherry Tree on the far end of campus?
"Watanuki –"
"No, I don't want to hear it. Did you fall and hit your head or something? Not that it would make a difference, you probably just cracked the floor with that hard head of yours, but you don't realize what you're saying! Now just leave me alone until you've regained what little sense you – "
"Watanuki!!!" Doumeki's voice broke in painfully to Watanuki's tirade. "Listen to me," he spoke softly but quickly, knowing that if he was interrupted again he'd loose what little courage he had left. "I know you don't like me, and I'm . . . I can live with that. But if you can't have feelings for me, at least admit that I have feelings for you!" Doumeki hesitantly reached up and brushed a hand along Watanuki's cheek. "I love you."
Watanuki stared at him for a moment and then bent down to rummage through his bag, muttering to himself. "I know that they're here somewhere . . .Aha!" Watanuki pulled a pill bottle out of an obscure pocket. "The school nurse gave these to me last time I was attacked by spirits. I want you to take a couple and then stay home and rest tomorrow, okay?"
Doumeki peered at the label on the bottle. Anti-Hallucinogenic. He stared at Watanuki, and then turned and ran before tears could come to his eyes.
The day that Watanuki admitted something would be the day that his world came to an end.
AN: Well, this originally started out as a light Valentine's Day fic in which Doumeki finally hassled Watanuki into admitting that he loved him, and they both lived happily ever after. Sorry about that.
I'm not terribley happy with this fic. I think it moves to fast. If someone could critic it for me, I would really appreciate it!
