Disclaimer: I do not own TrC or xxxHOLiC. CLAMP does. And I respect them for that.

A/N: I've got to thank my only two readers EchizenRyomaLover and xlirealx for reading this. It's boring right? Be honest. I know it's boring =__=; Sorry... (sigh) ~SEi
P.S. Sorry I'm late in updating. I got a little preoccupied with tests the entire week. This chapter is a bit lame because I rushed a bit. Sorry ~_~ Just trying to get on with the story, lol...

February 11th.

I was cleaning Doumeki-sama's room when Watanuki-sama came in and he totally surprised me! Well actually, it was more like he 'snuck up on me'. I didn't hear the door open or close and my back was facing the door. It went something like this:

"...Roses?"

"Uwah!" I jumped slightly and then turned around. "W-Watanuki-sama! What are you doing here?"

"Eh? Oh... uh... I got... l-lost?" He was not looking at me when he said that so I just knew that he was lying. Then he began giggling.

I blinked. "What's wrong?"

He covered his mouth to cease his laughter. "No, it's nothing. It's just that I feel like I've solved this difficult puzzle that's been bothering me since I was little."

I looked at him. He was giving a shy smile and his eyes looked faraway. But then he realized I was staring at him – that's what I assumed – and apologized. "S-Sorry, I'm interrupting your work, aren't I?"

"Oh, it's really no bother, Watanuki-sama. You can stay as long as you want. I know Doumeki-sama won't mind." I gave him a smile.

The truth was, I wasn't really sure my lord would mind. I just said it in the spur of the moment. To my surprise, he obliged and walked around the room, observing everything as I continued cleaning. He asked a few questions here and there and kept apologizing all the while, saying that he was bothering me and should leave. But I enjoyed his company very much, I must admit, because Doumeki-sama's room always felt, well... lonely.

"What is this?"

I turned around from dusting the wooden bed frame and saw the thing in Watanuki-sama's hands. It was a wooden doll with long orange hair. I almost cried when I saw it. I watched as the lord turned it carefully around in his hands.

"'Fuu'?"

"Eh?"

He looked at me. "This.. is yours, right? It's carved in here, the name Fuu. If I remember correctly, your name is Fuu?"

"Yes. It is." I smiled, grateful to know that he remembered. "Ah. I mean, yes, my name is Fuu, and yes, that doll is mine..."

"It's beautiful..."

That was the first time someone other than Doumeki-sama complimented on my doll. My father had made it for me before he and my mother died. My father had been a carpenter when he was alive and he loved to carve toys for me. The orange-haired wooden doll was actually part of a family. But the fire burned everything... both my family and my wooden family. Only I, and my wooden self, escaped.

I had given Doumeki-sama my wooden doll as thanks for taking me in. It was quite embarrassing because he didn't seem the type to like dolls. But do you know what he said? He said, "We should get you and this doll cleaned up." I laughed then, and he just gave a smile. I had actually thought he would throw the doll out, but he had kept it next to his books on the bookcase by his bed. When I'm dusting the bookcase, I can't help but always stare at it and remind myself that I'm in debt to this man, this lord, for everything.

"What are you doing?"

I dropped my duster and Watanuki-sama dropped my wooden doll from surprise. Neither of us had heard the door open.

"D-Doumeki-sama, I-I'm sorry, I-I let him in without permission, please forgive me..." I bowed and kept my head down.

I heard his footsteps come closer and closer and stopping where Watanuki-sama was. I turned my head, curious of what was happening, and watched as Doumeki-sama picked up my wooden doll from the floor and pat it with his hands. He then looked at Watanuki-sama and smirked. "I didn't think you were interested in playing with dolls."

A blush crept upon Watanuki-sama's cheeks and I bit my lip to keep from giggling. The lord of the west stammered, "I-I-I don't play with dolls!" He folded his arms and looked away. "Th-This doll seemed interesting so I asked Fuu about it and then you came in and and and--"

Doumeki-sama interrupted him. "What were you doing in my room in the first place?"

"Th-That..." His ears burned red.

I decided to cover for him. "W-Watanuki-sama was lost and I assume he thought someone was in here so they could help him. And I was in here and allowed him in even though this is your.. room.."

I was digging my own grave then. However, my entire explanation didn't seem to have gone through his ears because his reply was:

"Why didn't you turn back around and ask me? I was still in my office."

"I-I--" Watanuki-sama turned his head and glared at my lord. "I was curious, alright? Isn't it okay for someone who's staying here for a while to explore the house so that they won't get lost anymore?!" With that, he stomped towards the open door and out he went.

I ran to the door and called to him, "Watanuki-sama! You should go this way (left) because if you keep going that way, you'll end up at Doumeki-sama's office again!"

He turned abruptly and stomped in the direction I pointed to. He mumbled 'Thank you' and something like 'What is with this place?' before he disappeared around the corner.

"Doumeki-sama, you shouldn't tease him like that," I said.

"But it's just so amusing..." I watched as he put the doll back on the top shelf of the bookcase. "He doesn't seem to remember that I used to tease him like this when we were little, though..."

"Eh?" I cocked my head to the side. "You knew Watanuki-sama when you were little?"

"Yeah." He turned to look at me with faraway eyes. "We were childhood playmates before my grandfather and his father began arguing and such." He looked down at the floor then and I had an irresistible urge to ask him what the rift was about but then I just said, "That's... nice."

"Huh?"

"I mean, you're still friends now, right? It's nice to still be friends after a long time plus a rift between both families."

"That..." He looked away. "He doesn't seem to remember me at all, though."

Just when I was thinking it was like the story of Romeo&Juliet, he had to say that! I now really want to put them back together. Yes, that's my goal for now. Until I see that this drama of my lords turns into something like the story of Romeo&Juliet, then will I be happy!

Now that's all for today, Mother and Father in heaven. I have to have a pleasant rest today or else I won't be able to do anything tomorrow. My plan starts henceforth!

With love,
Fuu