Chains Chapter 4, a xxxholic fanfic

Shi. Thump. Zu. Thump. Ka.

Watanuki repeated his name like a mantra, keeping him going. His breathing was labored, his body growing limp, but he still threw his body at the door like a human battering ram, desperately trying to change what Doumeki himself decided must happen.

Shi. Thump. Zu. Thump. Ka.

Bruised and broken, barely breathing. Still, he threw himself at the door. The thumps grew weaker as Watanuki began to lose consciousness. Goddamit! I will not faint! I CAN NOT FAINT! Not until I know if... he slumped...clutching at his wakefulness like the a lifeboat that was just too full, and he was being pushed off.

Deep inside his tranquil haven, Doumeki tried to consider this problem. Someone was trying to get inside his gilded cage. He scrutinized himself for any sign of emotion.

Nope.

He tried another tack. Someone was probably going through great personal risk and expense to get to him.

Nada.

Someone actually wanted him to rejoin the world.

Wait...was that..? No. Never mind. That was nothing.

No. There it was again. Not any definite desire to come out, more...curiosity. Who knew that he existed? Who would care enough to actually try and get him out?

Watanuki.

The memory of the sapphire eyed boy that had been so diligently repressed sprang to his mind's eye. His heart ached at the savage attack of his subconscious. Who is Watanuki? He asked. Memories flooded back, of Watanuki flailing, his wild gestures, his too loud exclamations. He was a walking contradiction. Screaming, yelling, flailing, and then silent, calm, contemplative, warm.

The last adjective sprang to his mind unbidden. Warm..warm to Doumeki's cold. Always so warm. The fast smile that was so sweet it made you wonder if you dreamed it. The way his warmth turned to fire whenever his hands brushed Doumeki's.

Doumeki tried to push away the memories of his panic filled eyes, his creamy complexion, his hidden smile that he wore whenever he thought no one was looking. But Doumeki was always looking. Always.

No. What about his screaming, his hatred, his sulking?

I don't care.

Slowly, resolutely, he moved through the almost solid air to the door, fist drawing back, straining as if he held his bow, cutting through the air like a knife, to hit the soundproofed door with so much force, the boards rattled.

"Kimihiro!"

"KIMIHIRO!"

This time the words came on thier own, unbidden, ready to seal whatever fate he had already set in motion.

"SAVE ME KIMIHIRO!"

Yes, it was cliched. Yes it was corny. But this is my story, so I can send them through any kind of hell I want to, until I start infringing on copyright. Then I go to my super secret cave in India and hang out with all the other thirteen year old yoga master wannabe's. Cheers! Expect a update within the week. I'm bored, and KNSI is feeling frisky.

Love,

Doomed

(and the strangely active KNSI)

P.S. Happy Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza or Atheist Present Giving Day (Pick three and Roll With It)