If the ring fits

Sakura gave him a look. "Shouldn't be hard right? I can tell anybody- boy or girl wants to bone my son. I mean, look at him!" he looked at her, simply petrified at her words. "Don't the words 'Shinto Priest' mean anything to you?" he retorted, his mind running millions of miles per minute. She was asking him to bone her son, his best friend, who he wasn't even sure was gay-for a ring. She huffed out and put her hands on her hips. "Don't look at me like that! Don't you want him to be happy?" she accused, getting right up in his breathing space and glared with fervor, the jade burning holes into him. He had to admit, she was persistent. "Yeah but-" the words had come out before he could stop them. "Then what's the problem?" she got closer, and he hoped she wasn't a cougar. " I'm a VIRGIN, that's what, and I want to KEEP it that way!" He used his booming basketball voice, the one where you yell your head off to pass the freaking ball in class. She backed away, probably from damaged hearing and looked like she had the combination of wanting to laugh or cry. She even shared that thought with him and there couldn't have been a better moment then right then, where he wanted to crawl under a rock. Sure wearing women's clothing was embarrassing, but nothing compared to this. "You wore women's clothing?" the Doumeki thought he had relieved himself of the habit of speaking his thoughts. "So, you're okay with being on the bottom then right?" Dear god. "Wait! Before you go, I have something for you!" she pulled out a tan package to him. It was oddly light as he shuffled it in his hands."And this." he received a ring box and opened it. It had been the one he had first laid eyes on when he had entered the shop with Watanuki. She winked. "Whats an engagement ring compared to the real thing?" she grinned at him, and he stared entranced at the rings.

Doumeki looked at the set of twin bands the color of his own brass eyes with blue diamonds placed meticulously in a circle around the outside of the ring. When he had looked up, he had never been so sure as he had at that moment. "Thank you."

And what was left of his remaining college fund disappeared that night.

Watanuki shrank into himself as the onlookers looked at him hungrily. Though the fine print of his left contract said that spirits were the only ones who had a 'lust' for Watanuki, didn't mean it didn't apply to any gay rapists in your local ghetto area. ESPECIALLY those ones. So he speed walked away into Hinata Jewelers. Hinata tied her greying hair into a bun and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry you had to see me look so unprofessional." and not like your mother. "I don't get customers anymore." I'm sorry son. He beamed at her, and she felt that the grin from her memory wasn't the same from back then. "Well I have some work for you then." he handed her the blue velvet box and she wasn't surprised when it was empty. He however, probably wasn't even aware that it had been long gone. His face fell, crestfallen. "W-Where is it?" he rummaged through his pockets, frantically searching and she felt herself laugh, even though he was distressed. She pulled the shattered ring to him from behind her. "This one?" he stopped searching and looked at her with wide cerulean eyes. Which were too hopeful. "So can you fix them?" she smiled mischievously at him in the way only old women could. "It will probably take a long time, but it can be repaired." before she could finish the sentence, he had gotten down on his knees and bowed down to her, when he looked up, there were happy tears in his eyes. "Thank you." he said, choked up. Her heart clenched and she folded at the knee and hugged him, tugging her hair through unruly jet black locks. "Shhh, it's alright." and she herself felt like crying with him, his sobs shaking her with him. She held her breath. "I-I have something for you though." she gathered her breath and pulled a sealed letter from her back pocket. "Read this in a few days. But NOT today. Its an order...from the witch." If actually wasn't, but if he read it now, nothing would go according to plan if he did. He looked at her shocked and then nodded. "Okay, I will." he stood up, and wiped his eyes on his forearm. He smiled at her kindly. "Thank you." slowly, the teen let go of her hands and left the store. She stayed on her knees, falling back dazed. Kimihiro, you sure are something.

The monk dumped the contents on his bed and choked. Condoms. Condoms. And a shirt.

As he picked up the Trojans, he wondered why he was doing this.

Oh right, he wanted to see Watanuki smile. Well if he wanted to do that, he could have just taken the guy to an orphanage and given orphans some toys. Not marry him. He facepalmed at this and changed his clothes, and as he dressed, his palms sweat and heart raced. This was a big decision after all. His grandmother walked in and looked from his bare chest to the condoms and walked back out. He facepalmed again and shrugged on the shirt. He grabbed his things and took the backdoor, because what else was he going to do?