If the ring fits

He threw the items across the futon and sat down nonchalantly.

Or at least he appeared to be.

His palms sweat,his heart hammered,his pupils dilated,and his pathetic excuse for breathing was reduced to nervous ragged breaths that reminded him of his childhood days when he had been asthmatic,as his returned golden eyes switched from gazing at the floor to the white door where Watanuki was currently showering behind. He didn't know how to react to what the two were about to do and as the shower stopped,nervously, he gave himself something to do, accidentally tearing the 'Trojan' box so anxiously that he had ripped half the whole cardboard package as the contents spilled out onto the floor.

His jaw dropped in shock.

The weight solidified all around him and he was very sure he was going to die because he couldn't breath, and there was a girl sitting on his chest that he swore hadn't been there before. The brown skinned girl narrowed her eyes at him and mutely glared, as if to telepathically tell him 'you're an idiot' as the demon dissipated behind her, leaving both alone as the chill of the demon's presence disappeared and replaced his whole body with a hot flush at the sight of the girl staring down at him. "I-I'm sorry!" he apologized for no reason, maybe because he was naked and on his back in the middle of the street moaning like a porn star and that he hadn't snapped out of his stupor. As he continually sputtered, the girl rose her eyebrows in mock question, probably not paying attention to the fact that she was sitting on an older naked boy's body on a dark street.. His arms shot up to ward her off in panic, praying she wasn't with anyone. Their position was quite a...scandal to say the least.

Instinctively she dodged his hands from where her chest had been a moment ago and wondered if that notion was related to the fact that he was naked and got off the lewd seer at this thought.

The seer, once blue with lack of oxygen regained his breath and retireved his clothing with a dizzy head. What had just happened? He thought to himself as he zipped up his pants and buttoned his uniform blouse and when he turned around, he jumped when he saw that the girl was still staring at him with big huge eyes.

"Um, can I help you with anything?" he stammered under the child's scrutiny and she shook her head and tapped her throat impatiently. "Do you want water?" he asked quizzically as she shook her head no as she opened her mouth this time as to answer, then stopped herself and looked at him expectantly. He stared at her hard in confusion for a long moment, wondering how she had started with a rescue attempt from a spirit to a messed up game of charades. "Can you talk?" he asked her curiously, wondering if he had any pen and paper on him. Her eyes lit up and she grinned, bobbing her head. Why was she glad that she couldn't talk? He got his answer as she took his hand and placed it on her chest.

The mouldy oldie books still smelt like they had seven years ago. The smell of cigarettes and incense still clung to the pages as he flipped through them with a growing annoying migraine pulsing at his temples. He tried to absorb the information that the old scriptures with the knowledge they promised him but he couldn't see it. Behind his eyelids was the crying Watanuki. Who left. Without his protection. Without any.

He sighed in frustration, finally caving as he dropped his kimono and book(that he already five times by the way) changing into his sweatpants and hoodie, setting out in the direction of Watanuki's apartment. He was being so stupid, he had promised to protect Watanuki, even gave away half of his eye,his blood,his freedom as a single man-and threw it all away over a stupid comment he made. That albeit true, didn't lessen the impact and stress it made it on Watanuki's new life. But what the seer been expecting?

"Why did you marry me?"

"I didn't know what i was getting myself into."

The stale smell of smoke was very attempting as he itched for the hidden packet under the flowerpot in his grandfather's office-but decided against it as he left the house hurriedly, his grandmother frantically babbling at his sudden escape, left floundering and mute at her grandson's departure.

After a missed semester of therapy and summer full of archery, the new and improved Doumeki Shizuka entered the first day back from school as suddenly the most talked about student on campus.

When the boy had stopped coming to school(therapy) ridiculous rumours spread that he had murdered and went crazy and killed someone,that he was kidnapped and a ransom over his head,some stretching to the assumption that perhaps he was just dead even though the possibility of that was very slim. All rumours seemed to cease when he had come back. The girls marveled that the once week and shy Doumeki was really the strong silent type, that they never noticed his almost neon brass colored eyes, how he had grown from a mere five foot eleven to a six foot three in the span of five months. It had gotten so annoying that Doumeki rather focused on his school work and extra-curriculars, but that seemed to have the annoying students chatter more about him-how studious and athletic he was, etc etc. As he searched for the answer to social suicide, unexpectedly (and unwelcoming) his wish was granted.

A Cross Private sneaker went flying towards his temple and he had no time to dodge the unexpected attack as he felt to the soccer goal, flat on his back. "Goal!" an alto voice called out triumphantly as he tried to quell the hysteric stars swimming in his eyes. Of course, there was only one person in the school who wore everything Cross Private down to his very toes-was ghostboy Watanuki Kimihiro.

Social Outcast.Ghostboy.Fag.

The works.

But just because the school assumed that meant that the humbled Doumeki did.

Irritated voices sarcastically congratulated Watanuki for 'a job well done' and that Doumeki's head was a soccer ball. There was a minuscule argument between Watanuki and the small gym class and he couldn't grow to actually care what they were talking about.

"Well I don't see what's so special about this creep, he only has one expression!" the annoying seer complained as if he wasn't just towering over the Doumeki like he wasn't there. The Doumeki fought back the vertigo of lifting himself up.

"What about me?" he didn't know why he should bother, grandmother always said to avoid unecessary fights as much as boy sneered at him and repated his statement with a smirk.

"There isn't. So don't talk to me like fag." he said with no remorse as he watched the triumphant smirk slip away as the boy shut up and stared at him hollowly. The other boys laughed and whopped in congratulation at putting the Watanuki Kimihiro in his place. As the boys walked away laughing, Doumeki whispered in the boys ear as he casually walked past the unmoving boy. "I'm sorry." he said hurriedly against the shell of the boy's ear, feeling the shudder of the boy's body against his. But how could only a brush of shoulders excite him already in anticipation at his newly made rival?

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"This is how I'm going to die. Alone." the eccentric student stated to himself in the raining park as he nursed the corpse of the puppy in his arms.

Not questioning,not .Matter-of-factly at that.

You don't know that! He had wanted to say to the seer as he held the shrine paper umbrella over his head as it poured. He stayed rooted to the spot, a knot in his throat as he willed himself to move and offer something to the depressed first year. But how? They didn't know each other. At all. Except for that encounter from earlier that week. And that gave him no reason to shield the boy from the rain. Two giggling girls passed by, both sharing a neon green umbrella and he whipped around and grabbed the girl's arm. The girl squeaked and stumbled back in surprise against his chest."I'll give you ten dollars if you give that boy over there my umbrella." he looked down at her, already regretting this offer as icy sheets ran down his back. To say the least, the girl looked very offended. But she recovered, shaking her head as she took the umbrella and ran down to where the stupefied Watanuki was standing. Doumeki ducked under the girl's neon green umbrella, the owner of it sputtering out in embarrassment, raven hair falling over her eyes as she looked down to avoid further embarrassment.

At the sight of another human being, Watanuki dropped the animal's corpse and stared suprised at the girl offering him Doumeki's umbrella, he declined out of politeness he assumed. Because it's not everyday someone runs to a stranger and offers them their own umbrella when its pouring. As the girl ran back and shook her head at him, he bid them fareweel in concentration as the attractive boy dropped down onto his knees.

Curiously, the Doumeki hid under a bus shelter and vaguely wondered where his umbrella went as he watched the eccentric boy dig in the soft mud of the riverbank. What is he-

Frantically as if a murderer was hiding its roadkill, Watanuki buried the animal with the utmost care of a spastic maniac.

The tears could have been rain, but when all was silent and the boy on his knees looked towards the beautiful moon as white as he-he had heard pitiful unabashed weeping that only so little people could release, who could generally cry and not fear of embarrassment and pride. It was such a painful, unwelcome sound, and he was aware that in that moment, he felt like an intruder. This was private in the most confidential ways, and he was just sitting, cold and alert, listening to a boy at school cry his heart out. He felt bile rise in his throat, men shedding tears was still not a pretty sight, gay or not. But he looked so...human. An uncontained,sad,human being. And try as he might, it scared him all the same.

Watanuki walked out the door fully clothed in the attire he had donned during the reception. Without the absence of his glasses, his face seemed more vulnerable and boyish as they gazed downwards toward the toes of his over sized denim jeans, clutching the hem of his garment tie-dyed shirt (1) with as much anxiety as the sweat on his hands. He kicked the condoms away and stood up, breath matching Watanuki's as he took the seer's hand in his and laid him onto the futon.

"Let's do this." he said between each shallow intake of air, Watanuki nodding to him as he closed his eyes and eagerly threw himself into their heated kiss.