Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Characters: Doumeki Shizuka, Watanuki Kimihiro
Theme: 9 – Sweet
Warnings/Ratings: Slight language. Kissing?
In A Nutshell: He'd known when Yuuko had given him the day off with that smirk of hers that something was bound to go horribly, horribly wrong, so he'd prepared himself for lots of things, including, but not limited to, his own death and the apocalypse.
Disclaimer:
I'm not Japanese, I'm not a fantastical artist, and I'm not four different people, thus I am not CLAMP and therefore don't own Holic.

Watanuki found it creepy. Immensely, enormously, inescapably creepy.

He shook the package he was holding, hoping that maybe it was a bomb of some sort and would explode with rough handling. No such luck; both he and the box were still intact after two minutes of vigorous shaking on Watanuki's part. He sighed, a pipe bomb was much better than the alternative, but the box was way too small and not volatile enough for any hopes of that.

He'd known when Yuuko had given him the day off with that smirk of hers that something was bound to go horribly, horribly wrong, so he'd prepared himself for lots of things, including, but not limited to, his own death and the apocalypse. However, when he had made it to lunch without seeing so much as one glimpse of Doumeki, he wondered if he was dead or something and Yuuko, ever the sensitive one, had given him the day off to attend his funeral or something and pay his final respects to the idiot. He thought the archer probably wouldn't be much different dead, still cold and expressionless and silent, and he snorted at this. Himawari looked over at him worriedly, asking if he had a cold.

He was still pondering how he felt about Doumeki's demise as he was walking home when he discovered he didn't actually have to think about it at all, seeing as…

"Oi." Watanuki spun around, outraged, to see a very much alive, though still cold and expressionless and silent, Doumeki staring blankly at him, a small box in hand. He was standing nonchalantly by the temple's ornate door, presumably waiting for Watanuki. Now that he had arrived, he stepped forward and tossed the box at him. He barely managed to catch it, but his klutziness got the better of him and he tipped over. The way Doumeki caught him with one arm by the waist was so effortless and reflex-like made him want to punch the ingrate in the face.

"What's this?" He was suspicious, if it came from that three-hundred-eyes, then it was probably sinister. And icky.

"Whi… da… I though…I mean…" Doumeki was actually mumbling. Fascinating!

"What was that?"

"White Day."

Ah. So this was some sort of return gift for swiping his culinary confection intended for Himawari-chan AGAIN?! What the hell? He stole that! Who did he think he was?!

"…HEY. WHAT THE HELL? YOU STOLE THAT CHOCOLATE. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"I'm Doumeki." And with that he disappeared to within the depths of the temple. Watanuki would have launched the box at his head if he could actually see where it was. Well, maybe. It would be sort of insensitive to do that, and even though the bastard probably did stuff like that all the time to poor, defenseless fangirls, he would like to think that he had better manners than that.

That was how he had gotten where he was, walking home with the small box. After trying to provoke any deadly animals that could possibly be inside to come out, he finally decided to examine the box.

It was square and wrapped in a very pretty blue wrapping paper reminiscent of something he did not want to think that Doumeki had stared at for long periods of time. The bow on top was a butterscotch color that reminded him of something he did not want to think that he had stared at for too long. A small card the same color as the bow was attached as well, and he decided to read it when he got into his apartment, which was currently about a meter away from where he was standing.

Stepping inside and roughly pulling off his shoes, he unceremoniously dropped everything except for the intriguing little box.

Plopping down on a seat, he turned over the card to read it and a small vein in his forehead protested twitchily at what was written there.

Oi.

He pressed on, despite a great urge to rip the piece of paper to shreds and douse them in kerosene before gleefully igniting them.

It took me a while to make these.

His face smoothed out. He'd actually made something for him? How very… sweet.

Doumeki

Of course he'd only sign his name and not cushion it with a closing like "sincerely" or… or… his heart was unfortunately enjoying itself on some insane rollercoaster in his chest. Or something like "love."

He nimbly peeled off the wrapping paper, not wanting to shred it because… just because.

Opening the box's lid, he saw ten white chocolate lined up in perfect rows of five by two, surprisingly unharmed by his merciless attempts at discerning the box's intentions earlier. Hesitantly, he picked one up and placed it into his mouth.

What the hell? This was actually good! If Doumeki could cook, why did he need Watanuki to make bento for him?! He was caught somewhere between being pleasantly surprised that the oaf could cook and really pissed because he was being a lazy mooch.

Glancing at the army of white chocolate, a valiant one now missing from their numbers, he decided to call up Doumeki to thank him. Instead, on intuition, he went to his door and opened, trying to decide whether he was surprised or not and settled for, "Stalker."

Doumeki looked at him dryly and said, "I'm not. I forgot something." Watanuki momentarily felt his face being crushed against another; then it was over and he adjusted his glasses, glaring up at Doumeki, who had decided to ignore him for the time being. "You tasted like chocolate," he said, as if he were talking about the weather and not the weirdest kiss Watanuki would probably ever experience.

"That was horribly unromantic, you know," he said, absently, because his brain was still desperately pulling itself together after spontaneously combusting a few seconds prior.

"Did you like it?" Watanuki wasn't sure what he was talking about until he gestured towards the chocolates.

"It was nice. Sweet."

"See you tomorrow, then," he said, walking away. The shorter boy couldn't believe what he was about to do, but…

"Wait. Come back. You can… You can stay. For a little. I guess." He turned back into his apartment to avoid seeing the smirk that he knew was there. "Well, chocolate is probably sweeter when eaten with friends," he muttered to himself, but he wasn't really sure if they were just friends anymore, or if they had even been friends to begin with.

He decided to just enjoy the company now and ponder what had just passed later. The door closed behind him and he shoved Doumeki into a chair as he prepared to make tea.

It was sweet of him not to leave him alone.


Told you so. Heh.

Anyways, yeah, that was really weird, and things are about to get a whole lot weirder (they always do with me).

Until next time, then!