I am currenlty, extremely pissed off. Why? Because this chapter has been nothing but bad luck. I wrote it a long time ago. I thought I'd posted it, and then I found out that I didn't! Ever since then, every time I open word or this window to load the damn thing, something goes wrong! And I got a freaking writer's block. This chapter is short...and I tried to make it longer...and I had a lot written...and then the stupid computer deleted all of it!

Hence I am sorry, reaaally sorry, but this widdle chappie is all that I can offer... I must hurry, just in case something stupid happens again.

-----------------------------CHAPTER 10: Forgive Me------------------------------

'Ouch.' That was the first thought to enter Watanuki's head when his consciousness returned to him. Things hurt. Things that weren't supposed to hurt, hurt. 'Ouch.' He allowed himself a few seconds to grit his teeth and get used to the stinging feeling in his bottom before forcing his eyes open.

His bottom and all matters related to it immediately disappeared from his mind as he took in his surroundings. This was NOT his home. The bed he was lying in was warm, but it was not his. The wall he was facing had a window in it when his didn't. His eyes darted about, his body chilling further with every additional object he located and labeled foreign.

Why wasn't he in his room?

Memories of the previous night came flooding back. The food, the drink, the kiss - the pain that had been dulled so easily by the warmth of a body he wouldn't have accepted in any normal circumstance, a body that he could still remember feeling move inside of him…

'That pervert,' he hissed inwardly, a deep blush flooding his cheeks at the memory. The image of Doumeki's very naked form was still burnt very vividly in his mind; all of it. 'Damn that pervert, taking advantage of me like that…'

It was the drink. He blamed everything on the drink and the stupid witch that had told him to bring it along. He blamed it all on the arrogant little boy that had tricked him into drinking it - but had he really been tricked? 'I was tricked. That bastard-' Doumeki had tried it first. He had known exactly what it did. Had he not had enough self control to keep his filthy paws OFF of Watanuki? Why had he forced him to drink as well? 'To take advantage of me, that bastard-'

"You're mad." The voice broke into his thoughts, bringing him back to the here and the now. He noticed that he was glaring a pair of holes into the wall, his hands gripping the covers so tightly that he was shaking. A growl escaped his lips as he parted them to respond.

"Of course I'm mad," he snarled, burying his clenched fists into the mattress and slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. Pain thundered through his frail body, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it, forcing the shaking to stop. After a couple of seconds, which felt like an eternity of torture, he forced himself to gather all the pain that had exploded into being in his lower half and focus it in the deadliest glare, which he now centered on Doumeki.

The archer was out of bed, dressed and patiently seated on the ground at the foot of the futon, his expression as stoic as ever. Watanuki, naturally, was still naked. Butt naked. Butt pain. The butt was in a lot of pain-

The butt ached bad enough that Watanuki had to end the glare he was showering Doumeki with and allow himself to collapse back into the mattress with a groan. Seeing as he couldn't use his eyes to deluge Doumeki in hatred, he'd have to resort to words…another of his favorite mediums.

"You stupid, arrogant rapist!" he growled softly, afraid of what sudden, raging screams would do to the pain he was desperately trying to withstand. "To think that you're the type to take advantage-"

"You didn't ask me to stop," Doumeki reminded him. Watanuki flinched, knowing very well that the archer was right. That only made him even angrier.

"If you had a brain, I'd suggest you'd start making use of it! I like Himawari-chan! Hi-ma-wa-ri! Isn't it obvious enough? What kind of guy would have sex with another guy? What kind of an idiot would even vaguely believe, even for a moment, that I would want to be with you? It's disgusting! I don't even want to look at you!" He ended up shouting after all. He was shaking again as well, though this time it was because of the cold. Why did he feel cold?

He clutched the covers tightly against his bare skin, shutting his eyes and growling softly. He felt so MAD.

"And now I can't even MOVE. Just because you can't hold your liquor doesn't excuse your touching me like that - damnit Doumeki!" He took a few deep breaths, truing to calm himself in hopes that the pain would go away too. Doumeki remained silent as he tried shifting his position in bed. No good… There was no way he could move.

And why was Doumeki being so quiet anyways? Normally he would at least snap at him to shut up. Wasn't he planning on defending himself any more? Watanuki's mind was so flooded with excuses on Doumeki's behalf that he couldn't help but feel sick. He raised one hand to his head, covering his face with his palm as he sighed. He felt so…

"Go away. I want to be alone. I'll leave as soon as I can move." The room was silent for a few more seconds, as if Doumeki refused to leave. Just when Watanuki was about to repeat his request for solitude, he heard Doumeki shuffling, slowly pushing himself to his feet. Watanuki kept his eyes shut, refusing to look at him as he walked to the door. His eyes were beginning to sting. Was everything going to start hurting?

"I'm sorry I hurt you." The apology was whispered softly and was barely audible, yet it stabbed into Watanuki's chest, sending violent ripples of ice through his entire body. His composure shattered the very instant he heard the door close.

-------------------------------------VERY RARE DOUMEKI POV--------------------------------

Doumeki leaned back against the door, the muffled sound of Watanuki's sobs tearing at his conscience. He sighed and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the cold, hard floor; a floor he had pushed Watanuki down on just hours before… He had experienced physical pain as well, but it meant nothing in the face of what Watanuki had to deal with. The only thing that mattered was that he hurt Watanuki…and was now hated by him.

He'd awoken in a state of shock that surely rivaled Watanuki's. It had taken him a moment to remember everything, but when he did he had been struck cold by the realization that he didn't find the memory disgusting…not in the very least. He'd taken a shower, giving himself something to do as he contemplated the situation. By the time he dressed and took a post at the foot of the futon, he'd figured out exactly what was going on in the subconscious, shadowy section of his mind. He liked Watanuki.

But Watanuki didn't like him. Watanuki said that he found the thought of them being together disgusting. Maybe he truly was in love with that other girl…after all…

He forced himself to stay seated there. Having to listen to Watanuki cry was the greatest punishment he could have had to endure. This time…he'd ruined everything.

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Sigh... Finally posted, ne? I'm not lying, I've been trying to write more, but my friend lent me a lot (a LOT, a FREAKING LOT) of manga last friday and I was intent on reading and returning them all yesterday... I succeeded! But I still have a couple of DVDs to watch...which I'm copying, so I can watch later and come back to you guys!

Warning, from now on both Doumeki's and Watanuki's behaviors while shift away from their characters in the actual anime/manga. Why? Because chapter 9 never happened in neither the manga or the anime. Both of them have to deal with each other differently now. However, if I do really mess up, let me know:) Please.

I hope you guys don't hate me for being slow ;;

-K.S-