A/N: Nya-nya-nya, Look, another chapter!! Oh the excitement, how it mounts! Well, firstly I wanted to say that I'm really happy that so many of you expressed your approval of the music in the last chapter, it really made me smile. Secondly, if you guys have any songs to recommend, don't hesitate to shout them out! Uhmmmmm.....thirdly.....OH! right! I drew a xxxHolic pic on my deviant art account, I just got a drawing tablet and so i'm slowly weaseling my way into photoshop....slowly, it's so hard!! SO check it out if you want, it has absolutely no relevance to this story though...it's at: http://undrnoted-philosophy[dot]deviantart[dot]com/art/outrage-ous-rainbows-126514000

Finally!! I realized that I didn't full explain something in earlier chapters, but AntiPro stands for Antiprophets, which is relevant to me because (and you'll know if you've watched or read x/1999) the entire premise of the story where Kamui and Fuuma come from is them fulfilling the prophecies given to them, but I really felt that they were making their own fate, their own destiny, despite what the prophecies said...so thus the name.

ON TO THE CHAPTER!!

WARNING: MALExMALE kissing!! squeel with me now...squeel!!

Chapter 14: Haunted (yes reference to Evanescence)

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I heard rushed footsteps behind me, but I didn't turn around.

"Doumeki!" He called out and I smirked, turning the corner and exiting the alley, walking out onto a deserted street.

"Doumeki! Stop." Came the call again, though with a far more agitated edge, I could practically picture Watanuki's angry face.

I could tell he was closer, but still my walking pace seemed to keep us at a good distance. Watanuki was panting rather heavily, probably tired from traveling and the strain of having to perform.

"Dammit Doumeki! Stop means stop!" The boy yelled, his steps stopping and I turned around finally to see a hunched over Watanuki, trying to catch his breath by leaning on his knees.

The only sound between us was Watanuki's breathing and the sound of a distant freeway.

"Did....did you mean it?" Watanuki asked silently, his eyes searching the ground. I felt my heart stop in my chest, my eyes widening minutely.

"What you wrote...did you really mean it?" He asked again, his voice more desperate. I took a step closer.

"Yes." I stated simply, and Watanuki's entire frame went rigid. "Why?"

I stopped approaching him. Watanuki stood fully, his eyes glistening, "Why?" He asked again.

"Because."

Watanuki let out an exasperated sigh.

"Dammit....Then why the hell did I come? Why do you even matter to me?! Huh? Answer me that you freaking stupi-" Watanuki's rant was cut off.

I placed a hand on his cheek, "Because you need us," both hands framing his thin face, his perfect blue eyes brimming with tears, "we need you," I hadn't noticed how soft Watanuki's skin was, or the fact that his hands were gripping tightly to the outside of mine.

"I need you." I breathed against his lips, our eyes slidding shut in perfect harmony as I brought my lips to his.

Lips that held in such wonderful sounds, lips so deliciously soft I couldn't imagine how I had lived without them my entire life.

Watanuki added pressure, fully giving into the caress, and I felt wetness on my hands. We stayed like that, in our second lip-lock, neither of us willing to pull away.

The city just faded around us, I couldn't really recall if my feet were placed firmly on the concrete or if I was lying down. I breathed in through my nose, wanting this moment to last longer as a thumb gently wiped the salty tears from fragile skin.

But, things always come to an end, and so did the kiss. Lips parted, but I could still feel Watanuki's breath on mine. I opened my eyes and was met by the gradual revealing of blue irises.

There was a small smile on Watanuki's face, his eyes brimmed in wetness. "Feel better." I asked, though my tone made it sound like more of a statement.

"I guess." He said, a clearly kidding tone in his voice. Then there was nothing left to be said, my hands still held against Watanuki's warmed cheeks.

Then the silence grew and lingered, turning into something distinctly awkward.

Apparently, Watanuki's usual mannerisms had caught up with him, because my hands were quickly pushed away as if they had burnt the younger, and he quickly brushed off his cheeks as if trying to remove a visible mark.

I smirked, turning back around. I started walking, but then quickly stopped.

"How long are you staying?" I asked, not really wanting to see the expression on Watanuki's face. The boy was still in the same place, his melodic voice carrying itself to my ears.

"A month."

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'NEW FACES AND ONE WE ONCE KNEW'

For those of you fortunate enough to be present for the complete surprise that was born at the ALEX theater last night, I congratulate you.

For those sorry souls who missed it, I can only reprimand you on your excuses for being absent.

It is a truly humbling experience to be able witness the creation of something mind blowing, but it is an entirely different scenario when that creation is nameless and unknown.

An anonymous group of four unidentified took to the ALEX's timeless stage and delivered one of the most enriching concerts I have experienced in an extremely long length of time. With new music of varying genres, there is no doubt in this wise mind that we shall be hearing from those four soon.

However, not only were the sounds to die for, but so was their addition.

The only face which could be made out of the four was in fact a fifth. A now fully grown Kimihiro Watanuki made a surprise appearance after his five year absence, emerging from the audience, voice blaring. For those of you who have been hiding under a rock for the past half-decade, let me explain.

As many of us know, the infamous Chicago band AntiPROphETs were the first to discover Kimihiro when he was at the tender age of thirteen. Though the acceptance of this discovery was scattered, there was no denying the talent which was brought fourth.

However, with the band's separation, the young voice disappeared from the music scene leaving a bitter taste in all our ears.

And now, with the rumors of AntiPRO's reunion and new album which have been flying collectively from blog-to-blog, I, for once, am none-the-wiser to the actual accuracy of these murmurs.

But, to say the least, that sour taste has now been completely cleansed and I excitedly await hearing what that young voice has blossomed into, as well as who his new companions are as well.

Is this another band awaiting disaster and destruction by a tormented soul?

Or, my fellow listeners, is it the revival of something we thought died in the 80s? Actual performance-ship.

Only time and our headphones can tell.

Stay plugged into L.A.'s music happenings, we never know when they'll show up again.

Listen closely ~Unplugged

"What the hell is that?" I asked, completely in a state of mute shock.

Kunogi looked thoughtfully at her phone. "I don't know, Yuko sent me this link. It's some sort of blog."

Sakura sat indian-style in her chair, a dainty finger on her chin, Syaoran leaning back in his chair next to her with his hands behind his head, his face in the same curious manner as Sakura's.

The tiny girl turned to Watanuki, who sat with his legs against his chest, chin on his knees. It seemed as if his eyes were a bit darker, almost void, causing something to dysfunction in my chest.

"What do you think?" She asked, her usually upbeat tone adjusting into a sympathetic one. Watanuki's head sorta twitched up, as if being brought back from a daydream, "Huh, oh, well....it's a generally good critique for a first performance." He stated with a weak smile. We all looked at him questioningly.

"You do know who Unplugged is....right?" He asked. We all shook our heads. The facial expression we received clearly read: 'well that makes sense.'

Watanuki stretched out one leg in his chair, yawning, before he continued. "Unplugged is just a screen-name for James Andrew who's a retired columnist that used to work for Rolling Stones magazine. After his retirement he started up a music blog and his posts are highly regarded both professionally and amateur-ly."

We still looked at him, not really grasping the importance of this. "Are....are you kidding me?" He asked skeptically. A big sigh. "It's saying that you guys did well, the fact hat James didn't have anything to complain about means that, for nobodies, you did extremely well. Get it?"

"Oh. Well that's good then." Kunogi said happily, sliding her phone shut and putting it in her pocket.

I leaned up against the wooden table we all sat around. "What did it mean that your acceptance was scattered?" I asked, though as usual, my voice was void of an actual question.

That same darker shade of blue planted itself in Watanuki's eyes. He pulled his legs back up to his chest. "There were a lot of people, fans of course, who felt that I ruined Antipro, or to be more specific, that I was the reason that they broke up. It's understandable, I suppose, since the true reason was never told to the public..." Watanuki started laughing to himself, though it was such a sad sound, it shouldn't have even qualified as laughing, "One time, we got some fan-letters, and...and these people were writing threats, like literal threats of bodily harm, to Kamui and Fuuma, and they just laughed. They thought it was so funny that they actually took the time to reply to each of those letters, saying something like: 'We appreciate your concern, enjoy this complimentary ticket to our next show,'..." Watanuki trailed off, smirking nostalgically to himself. "They were just so sure of what they were doing, so confident."

"You miss them a lot don't you." I replied, not able to look the adolescent in the face.

"A whole lot, ya."

The blue turned a little lighter.

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"So what's on the agenda today guys?" Lionel asked as we walked back into the studio, stomachs full of cafe food.

I shrugged, Sakura was laying in the corner, her head in Kunogi's lap, Syaoran leaning against the wall next to them. "We're all done, he's the only one left with stuff to record."

Watanuki looked at me skeptically, his eyes reading: 'yeah, pfff, right.' Lionel laughed at our interactions. "He's right Kimi, they've been done for a week, they were just waiting on you."

"Are you serious Ly? And you approve, it's good?"

The ginger-haired man laughed again, leaning back in his leather rolling chair. "Yeah man, it's all legit stuff, I really didn't have to do anything."

Watanuki ran a hand through his unruly black hair. "Alright then, what do you want to do first?"

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Four hours later and we were leaving Lattice.

All of us.

Together.

"Hmmm," Sakura hummed, "What do you wanna do for our birthdays this year Syaoran?"

Syaoran looked at her with a blush, "Uhm, well, whatever you want is fine with me..."

Watanuki giggled to himself, he seemed to really enjoy the two youngest's sweetly-innocent relationship, "When's your birthday?"

"April 1st," The two of them answered simultaneously. Watanuki's mouth fell slack, his sapphire eyes widening, "Are you serious?" He asked, voice dripping with disbelief.

"Mmhmm, why? Is something wrong?" Sakura asked, tilting her head. Watanuki shook his quickly, "No, no, it's just...." He looked back at her, giving the young girl one of his small, happy smiles, "That's my birthday too."

Sakura gasped, "Really Kimihiro!? That's so wonderful! We can all celebrate together! Oh wow! What a small world huh?"

Watanuki scratched the back of his head warrily. "Haha, yeah, I guess it is..."

"We'll just have to do something extra special then, right Shizuka?" Kunogi asked quietly so that I would be the only one to hear it.

I continued to watch the three who were walking in front of us, smiling and laughing. "Seems so..."

I could still feel Kunogi's stare on me before she giggled, lifting a manicured hand to her lips. "When were you planning on telling us?"

I quirked an eyebrow at her, "Telling you what?"

She smiled, "About you and Watanuki of course." My eyes widened slightly, evidence that she had hit the nail on the head. "I think that you'll be good for each other." She stated reassuringly.

I was silent for a few moments, eyeing Watanuki's back, the way his hair flowed, the length of his legs....

"I hope so."

"Shizuka!" Sakura yelled happily, turning around to face the two of us who had been falling behind. I looked at her, indicating that she could continue.

"Let's go to the Pier! We can drive out to Santa Monica for the day, how does that sound?" She asked enthusiastically, smiling and tugging on Watanuki's arm. I looked at the four of them, before shrugging. "Sounds good."

"So Saturday then?" Syaoran asked. We all nodded in agreement. Sakura let out a barely stifled yawn. "Well alright then, ready to head home Syaoran?"

"Yeah. Let's get home."

The two of them waved their goodbyes as they walked off.

"See you two around," Kunogi said, waving and walking down another street. "Bye Himawari!" Watanuki yelled after her until she was out of sight.

A few seconds passed, Watanuki's happy demeanor sort of falling into a content stance. I placed a hand on his shoulder and the thin frame went ridged.

"What are you doing?" The younger asked through grit teeth.

I just shrugged, bringing my hand down to his waist, tracing my fingers along his side on the way down. He visibly shivered.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm hungry."

Shoulder's hitched up to the adolescent's ears, squishing my face in. "AND WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT?!"

"Feed me, isn't that sort of a given?" I asked uncaringly, standing up and crossing one leg over the other.

Watanuki turned to me, his legs in a lunging position, his face contorted in anger. It seemed as if he was internally debating on the best means of telling me exactly how angry he was, but he couldn't quite manage to phrase it.

He huffed once, turning around and walking towards the parking lot.

He got about fifteen feet before he turned back around. "Well are you coming or what?!"

I smirked. "I guess."

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

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We pulled up to Watanuki's house, right on the southwest corner of North Highland Blvd. and Beverly Blvd.

However, what we saw there when we got out of the car made me just want to cover Watanuki's eyes, guard him from another hardship that was befalling his life.

"Oh God..." The boy breathed, his eyes wide as he gapped at his home.

"...this is awful."

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A/N: (le gasp) another cliff hanger??? Yes....yes it is. XD

But look! I gave you directions to Watanuki's house!! I was out in L.A. last week and i saw this house for sale and i clapped my hands in excitement, my mother looking at me curiously.

"What is it?" She asks. I smile, "It's Watanuki's house!!" She sorta looked at me for a few moments before letting it go and changing the radio station. XD true story.

You can look it up on google maps and then hit Satillite, it will show u the top of the house, but i swear it looks good from ground level! Just type in Highland Blvd and Beverly, Los Angeles. It'll come up.

See You Next Chapter!! reviews make me write smuttier moments!

A-n-B