Okay okay okay…. I have no excuses, this has been sitting in my drafts box for nearly a year. Luckily it doesn't contain too much Hisui and Kokuyo because THANKS CLAMP for dropping that bombshell on me while I'm trying to write a quality story here. So yeah let's just say they've gone off on a happy adventure and left us with just Saiga and Kakei.
Now I'm trying to make myself write a little more regularly, get back into the swing of actually typing, so this chapter is technically unfinished but it's resolved it's just so I have somewhere to go yaknow?
So yes, things start off pretty good but then I fall back into fluff and some pretty nice DouWata cutsey-ness so yeah I could apologise for that but I'm not sorry.
I'm just gonna let you get on with reading okay bye.
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Kazahaya could not believe this was happening. He stared across the room into the eyes of an equally frustrated Watanuki, who was beginning to foam at the mouth a little. He dared not look to his left at the ticking time bomb that was Kurogane, nor to his right where Kamui was slowly losing patience. Once again Kazahaya attempted loosening the straps which held him to the chair he had been lured to earlier, when his weakness for kittens had been thoroughly taken advantage of. He knew he had no hope of escaping, if they could hold down Kurogane's brute strength and Kamui's purple lightning couldn't break through then, realistically, he and Watanuki had no hope of escape.
Without a sound Fujitaka, Touya, Saiga and Hokuto entered the room, slinking silently around the chairs to which their captives were bound and began assembling various items. Watanuki's keen eye soon picked up on them, and Kazahaya's animal instinct was on them at about the same time. Following Kazahaya's line of sight, Kurogane saw Hokuto begin sorting through a chest that looked suspiciously full of costumes. He began to thrash about in a most violent way, cursing and shaking in a most unflattering way. The three other boys turned to look at the full grown man throwing a tantrum with pity and fear in their eyes, and even Fujitaka was embarrassed for him.
Tomoyo, after seeing that the remaining guests were comfortable in the miniature movie theatre she had set up, where a marathon of Cardcaptor Sakura was playing, swiftly and efficiently set up her multiple cameras and assisted Fujitaka and Hokuto with assembling of equipment, further enraging Kurogane, annoying Kamui, intriguing Kazahaya and horrifying Watanuki.
Once the preparation appeared to have completed, Larg joined Tomoyo, Fujitaka and Hokuto at one end of the room and awaited the arrival of the therapist. AKA Yuuko.
When the said therapist finally entered the room, though not until Kurogane had stopped yelling profanities and the crackle of magic had subsided from Kamui, it was with great flourish and grandeur. She wore a daringly low cut gray dress, and though the tight-fitting nature of her therapist outfit was lost on her guests it caused Fujitaka to cough and blush a little in horror and admiration and Tomoyo was thoroughly impressed. A pair of useless, yet fetching, half-moon glasses rested on the end of her nose as she consulted a clipboard, carefully ignoring the pregnant silence which greeted her.
Yuuko began a short introduction to the day's purpose, but as soon as the words "Anger Management" and "Male Bonding" passed her lips there was general and vehement protest.
"BONDAGE?!" Screamed Watanuki, horrified to imagine the depraved things Yuuko had prepared for her hapless guests. Yuuko smiled patiently (read threateningly) and repeated 'bonding', as in, get to know one another better. The four males sighed in relief.
That relief however was short-lived as Yuuko sashayed her way to the center of the room and repeated her intention. "Anger. Management."
Kurogane tried to convince everyone that because of his ninja training he couldn't have any anger issues, as he was in such tight control of his actions, but the throbbing vein in his forehead wasn't fooling anyone.
Kamui actually screamed. He threw his head backwards and let out a long howl of despair and rage and Tomoyo was glad she had the foresight to soundproof the room.
Watanuki began yelling various threats at Yuuko, occasionally bringing Doumeki into it and offering him as his replacement. If his arms hadn't been tied down, they would have been at full flail.
Kazahaya was transfixed by the scene in front of him and didn't quite understand why everyone was so upset. He almost wished someone would explain it to him, but then again, he didn't want to feel the frustration that the others so obviously were.
"Now, you're all here due to the, ahem, sensitivity you have when it comes to your sexuality." Yuuko said, a sly grin on her face. She held her hand up to the quartet, magically stifling any new objections and allowing the session to continue at a reasonable pace.
By now, Kurogane was quite red in the face, so Yuuko turned away and faced her favourite employee.
"Watanuki." She practically purred, sending shivers of fear through everyone in the room, including Tomoyo, though her shivers were a little different...
"We shall start with a little word association to see if we can discover a root for your inherent denial of your own homosexuality."
Watanuki choked on his own spit a little as Kurogane grunted disapprovingly and Kamui outright laughed at Watanuki's misfortune, not registering that they were all in the same boat. Kazahaya glanced about the room, still not quite understanding what was going on.
"Let's begin. First word, 'school'"
"Himawari!" Yuuko frowned at her slave's jubilant attitude.
"Next, food."
"Alcohol." Watanuki blurted out, regretting it instantly, realizing he spent way too much time around Yuuko.
"Work?"
"Slave-labor."
"Mokona."
"Bottomless-pit." Larg protested loudly at this answer, though no one disputed the assessment.
"Wish."
"Shop."
"Parents?"
Watanuki paused a little; "Gone."
"Doumeki."
"Greedy selfish freak with no manners and weird eyes that have no sooooooouuuuuuul!" Watanuki exploded un-prettily in his chair, spouting fluent profanities about a certain someone. Kazahaya reddened at some of the language used, and Kurogane grinned in familiarity at some of the names created. Kamui was pretending that none of this was happening and had begun chewing at the straps restraining his wrists.
After about a minute's worth of ranting Yuuko raised her hand and silenced the frothing boy, her mouth quirked with dissatisfaction.
"You have disappointed me Watanuki, I would have thought after all these years spent together that you would realize the importance of soul mates. Or at least Clamp friends." Yuuko sniffed haughtily and turned to Kamui, who was glowering angrily up around the room from the vantage-point of his wrist.
"You lads all need to become more comfortable, not only with yourselves, but with your partners. So we have set up a special program so you can all get to know your partners, and yourselves, a little better." Yuuko announced in a loud and firm voice.
Ignoring the deadly glares she was receiving, she continued. "If any of you decide not to participate with the correct amount of enthusiasm or respect, you will be man handled (here she gestured grandly at Saiga, Touya and Fujitaka) I repeat, manhandled, into playing the part of Tomoyo's special model for a spectacular photo shoot! Tomoyo-chan, what kind of outfits would you like to photograph today?"
Tomoyo blushed a little and covered her mouth delicately before saying: "Well, Yuuko-san, I would very much like to start with mermaids. They are very popular at the moment and I have some very lovely wigs and I handcrafted some lovely shell-like tops for the purpose. I'm very excited to be working with some very handsome people today. I thank you for the opportunity, Yuuko-san."
As she spoke the men in the room all withdrew into themselves, silently wondering why their bad-luck had manifested this way, out of the corner of their eyes they saw Hokuto brandish one of the specially-crafted tops and a lipstick and they could hear the smirks that Saiga and Touya were no doubt wearing.
"I'm glad you're starting to take this seriously, boys. Any misconduct and my helpers will use whatever means necessary to have you take part in Tomoyo's scheme. I do so hate to disappoint a lovely girl such as herself." Yuuko's smile gleamed, almost demonically as she spoke, ending her ultimatum with a sharp click of her fingers.
The doors flew open and Fai bounded in, followed by Fuuma, Doumeki and Rikuo, who sauntered in at a more relaxed pace.
Kurogane opened his mouth to yell but was cut off mid-breath as Fai launched himself across the room and made a seat of Kurogane's bound legs.
"Oh Kuro-nya~! Look at you all tied up like this, how terrible! Shall I free you Kuro-wan, is that what you want? Ohoho, have you got something in your pocket Kuro-chuu or are you just happy to see me?" Fai winked as he settled down on Kurogane's lap.
No sense could be made of Kurogane's protestations.
Fuuma had something of the look he had worn when he was 'Kamui' on his face, predatory, as he grabbed the back of Kamui's chair and dragged him towards the hall where empty rooms purpose-built for the anger management course awaited them. Kazahaya caught the look of panic in Kamui's eyes just before he was dragged out of sight. Rikuo smirked down at him as he loomed over the chair where he was seated.
"Would you like me to untie you? Or shall we see how uncooperative you can be before Tomoyo-san decides to make you a mermaid?"
Kazahaya's nostrils flared as he tried very hard not to abuse the tall boy in front of him. He had been in enough drag to know he didn't want to do it again, so he decided to try his best to cooperate. Rikuo took his time unbuckling him from the chair, looking for a rise, but Kazahaya was surprisingly well behaved.
Watanuki, however, was struggling a little more to try and keep his rage at a minimum. Doumeki hadn't said anything yet, he had simply nodded at Watanuki when he approached the chair, untied him, then started walking away, towards their dedicated room.
"Oi! Don't just leave me here! You could at least wait before you go walking off, you jerk!" Watanuki growled as he massaged his wrists and moved to follow Doumeki down the hall. Yuuko raised an eyebrow at his language, but decided to let it slide.
Fai initially refused to get off Kurogane's lap, causing the taller man's rage to increase exponentially until, much to Kurogane's horror, he was inducted into becoming a mermaid. Fai could barely contain his joy as Saiga and Touya lifted the whole chair into the air, including Fai, and marched them into the yard where a spectacular sight awaited them.
The previous afternoon some of the guests had been hard at work constructing a new addition to Yuuko's garden, a waterfall. There was even a new cherry-blossom tree nearby, in full bloom thanks to a certain someone, and it created a tranquil atmosphere that was hard to resist. (The atmosphere may also have had something to do with some magic someone may have used)
Kurogane found that his body was relaxing inexplicably, but his mind grew more and more agitated as he took in the horrifyingly contempt smile that Touya had on his face, and the luscious long black wig that Fujitaka was painstakingly brushing.
He was unbuckled from his chair, body unable to resist as Saiga lifted him singlehandedly onto a bench where Fai soon got to work, undressing and redressing his love as a mermaid. Kurogane's hand twitched as his pants were whipped off, the only sign that he was not pleased with his predicament, on the outside at least. On the inside his outrage knew no bounds. This was beyond any punishment he had ever received before. It was too much. As Hokuto approached with the shell-like bra, he blacked out.
Watanuki burst into the room Doumeki had just turned into and found himself looking at a familiar scene. Doumeki had seated himself on the deck, overlooking part of the garden, and had started eating a snack, pre-prepared by Fujitaka-san, and was pouring himself a cup of sake.
"Hey! It's barely even midday and you're drinking? And you're pouring it yourself? What are you an alcoholic?" Watanuki grumbled loudly as he grudgingly pried the bottle from Doumeki's hand and finished pouring the sake himself. "You could have at least waited for me to sit down, but what can I expect it's not like to have any manners, you buffoon." He continued, stopping only to taste the edamame.
Doumeki sipped the sake, looking across at Watanuki as he did, ignoring the wonderful view of the garden they had. Watanuki's complaining eventually ceased and the silence grew between them, but completely comfortable, at least not with Watanuki going out of his way to avoid looking at Doumeki but not altogether succeeding.
Doumeki sighed and turned away, looking out at the garden at last, but not really taking any of it in. Watanuki's eyes slowly calmed their wandering and settled on staring at the hand Doumeki was using to lean on as he sat, he wore the ring Watanuki had got him, the one with the concealed bow. He frowned a little at the sight, it seemed out of place on Doumeki's masculine hand, but he was glad it was there.
Doumeki noticed Watanuki's gaze concentrate itself and he turned once again to look at the boy beside him. Quietly, he placed the cup of sake he had barely touched onto the deck next to him, and then turned towards Watanuki, the soft movement startling the boy from his reverie but not enough to make him move away. He felt Doumeki's scrutiny as he determinedly looked down at his own hands, avoiding any possibility of eye-contact.
Doumeki moved slowly, patiently, not wanted to scare Watanuki or set him off on another rant, his left hand remained on the deck, still supporting his weight, but he reached across with his right and gently secured Watanuki's pointed chin in his firm grip, lightly pressuring him to look him in the eyes.
Watanuki's whole body froze as Doumeki's hand gripped his chin, he resisted the pressure of them for a moment, but, to his surprise, he found himself allowing his head to be turned until their mismatched eyes met with an almost audible click.
Doumeki's steady gaze held Watanuki's, waiting calmly for the smaller boy's panic to subside and for him to relax into the connection. His fingers didn't move from Watanuki's chin, but instead held a firmer grip, keeping him connected so that their eyes could do the talking.
For one brief, out-of-body moment, Watanuki found himself looking through Doumeki's eye and seeing himself from Doumeki's perspective. He saw no malice, no trickery or contempt. Instead, he looked, normal. Just, normal. He breathed in and returned to his own eyes, then relaxed. Doumeki's mouth twitched, almost into a smile, and his hand moved from Watanuki's chin to his cheek, holding his face securing and pressing his warm palm against the now flushed face.
For a moment they didn't move, trapped in each other's eyes and the revolution they had just shared, then Doumeki looked away, removed his hand and recovered his sake cup, downing the whole lot at once then thrusting it, empty, towards Watanuki. He didn't miss a beat.
"You JERK! How can you do that at a time like this?! You didn't even ask or at least grunt you can't just shove a cup in my face! You're so rude I don't know why I'm here wasting my time with you!" As he spoke he refilled Doumeki's cup and blushed as he noticed Doumeki smiling at him, contentedly. He placed the bottle back on the deck and leaned back on his hands, pointedly looking out into the garden.
He nearly jumped out of his skin as Doumeki's larger, warmer hand came to rest on top of his own, the wooden ring gently pressing onto his fingers as they sat together, the most comfortable they had been since they could remember.
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I dunno if I should've done a kiss. Maybe I should have…. Maybe next chapter. If there's any demand for it. SO yeah anyway, got a bit more serious towards the end whoops.
Anyway, sorry again for not doing ANYTHING like not even writing a drabble or anything but now there's this so you can thank uni for being back that's the only reason I'm here writing this I'm avoiding reading about foreign policy.
Who shall I do next? Kamui-Fuuma, Kazahaya-Rikuo or Fai-Kurogane?
Thanks babes.