A/N: So this is one of the original stories that had me make Container, so I've been planning this one out for quite some time, and I'm so happy to finally be able to write it. So please enjoy!

Disclaimer: xxxHolic will always, always belong to the brilliance of CLAMP, so please don't sue me, not like you'll get much out of me anyways.

4th Tare: Inevitable

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Ow, ow ow ow...it hurts so badly. That subtle filling sensation was now replaced by an intense burning throughout my insides, but it surpassed physical pain, it was almost as if it was burning through my very soul. As if I was already filled to the brim and yet something was still trying to compress more within me, stretching the span of my being.

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The two boys were sitting together, in the middle of a wooden park bench, quietly observing the changes brought with spring. The younger sat cuddled happily content next to the older, the latter seemingly tense, as if using every fiber within his being to keep from pushing the younger off of him.

"Shizuka-chan?" Said the younger. "Doumeki." Corrected the elder. The smaller boy blushed and looked down at the ground, head never leaving Doumeki's shoulder.

"D-Doumeki?" Watanuki restated. "What?" Came Doumeki's gruff reply, clear displeasure racking through his voice. The younger boy tensed, and leaned a little less on his flesh colored support.

"Do you hate me?" Watanuki asked quietly, his fear of the answer to come more noticeable then the blush on his cheeks. There was no pause between question and answer.

"Yes." Came Doumeki's emotionless confirmation and Watanuki tensed, but still refused to leave Doumeki's side. "I'm sorry." Came the small boy's timid voice, as he closed his eyes to forget of his troubles.

To forget that the only person he cared for in his short seven years of life hated him and there was nothing he could do about it.

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Doumeki had been forced to stay with Watanuki for the entire day, by instruction of his parental- and when Doumeki was requested to do anything, it was done.

Of course Doumeki felt sympathy for the small boy, well not so much smaller then him, Doumeki was only eight. Watanuki was usually the outcast within Doumeki small group of friends, and for some odd reason Watanuki would always stand behind him, rely on him unconsciously for protection, though why Doumeki wasn't sure.

However, despite Doumeki's usually passive and calm nature-which was very uncharacteristic for someone of his age- this small recluse had managed to invade into his personal sphere, were few dare to enter, and that within itself was what made Doumeki so incredibly displeased with the seven-year-old.

Just then, Doumeki's gaurdian and grandfather tapped on the screen of his room's door.

"Hn." Came Doumeki's consent, and his grandfather entered. His soft padded steps trailed until they reached Doumeki where he sat in front of his small wooden desk.

"How was Kimihiro-kun?

Doumeki coughed uncomfortably at his grandfather's question. Haruka, of all people, knew just how much Doumeki disliked being around Watanuki, and yet he was the one that was constantly insisting upon Doumeki being with him.

"He was...fine, I guess." Doumeki said offhandedly, not really wanting to dwell on any thoughts of Watanuki, or his oblivious clinging.

Haruka sat besides his small grandchild, half-burned cigarette in hand. "Oh?" Questioned the old priest. "I just finished talking to his mother on the phone." Haruka stated, and Doumeki rolled his eyes, sighing deeply.

"So?" Doumeki asked agitatedly, which was a new display to Haruka.

Just then a huge clap of thunder was heard outside, and slowly streams of rain began to hit the ground as a gust of cool wind entered through the opened patio door. Doumeki shivered. Haruka took a long drag on the cigarette, blowing the smoke into the wind.

Haruka looked towards the ceiling, as another clap of thunder struck. Instantly Doumeki tensed, obviously something was not right.

"He hasn't come home yet, we think he ran away." Stated Doumeki's wise grandfather, and before Haruka could even look at his grandson Doumeki was out the door, into the rain, looking for his unbearably insecure Watanuki.

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A/N: Neh, that's it? Well, this is how I'm going to break it up and you'll see why in the next chapter, so I hope you enjoyed your weekly dosage, and please stay tuned for the rest.

Reviews are always appreciated.