A/n: Holy moly this was a LOT longer than I was planning it to be.....well its compensation for my delayed updating. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, sorry disappointing isn't it?

Romantic/Romantics:

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Who would have thought? That Doumeki was a completely helpless romantic at heart?

Watanuki warily stood in front of the door to their shared apartment, taking his time pulling out the keys from the bag slung over his shoulder, fiddling with the slot before putting it in.

Today was their five year anniversary, and if the previous four years had been anything to go by, there was sure to be some extravagance waiting for him inside.

The first had been sweet and awkward, a mile stone had been reached and it was shot off with a nice dinner, something involving a little too much to drink, and a promise ring at the end of the long night, as they both stayed up in each other's arms, watching the sunrise.

All planned by Doumeki.

The second year had been a little more hectic, Watanuki being in a terrible mood for the entire week, but somehow, Doumeki had managed to make the set-on pessimist see his situation in a brighter light, maybe it was from the candles that were lit all over their living room, everywhere the younger could see, leading into the bedroom.

An uncharacteristically timid Doumeki his prize at the end.

The third was a trip up north, to snow and wooden cabins. It was too much, Watanuki had insisted, Doumeki just shrugged and the still unsure Watanuki eventually gave in-there was a warm fire, blankets, hot chocolate with marsh-mellows, who could resist?

Again, all prepared by Doumeki.

Then Watanuki started to notice a pattern, with his mood alternating with their anniversaries. The younger of the two males was so unbearably distraught, after the loss of such a valuable friend. Doumeki too, though he wasn't nearly as expressive about the pain that was weighing at the loss. Watanuki would sigh, and slump against a chair, Doumeki would gently gaze at him across the room. The archer walked over to his lover, lightly grabbing his wrist. Let's go, Doumeki insisted, Watanuki just shrugged following after the archer. They arrived at a gravestone, and Watanuki almost lost it again, but when he saw the display around the gray block of carved mineral his face lightened. A large blanket, and three portions of bento.

A vase with a single sunflower positioned exactly where Himawari would have sat with them.

They still visited Himawari frequently, every sunday regularly, and perhaps an unplanned visit if it was fated.

Watanuki chuckled. Doumeki was a Romeo in his own right, but without the suicide and uncontrollable hormones.

So, key turned, door unlocked, mood uplifted, Watanuki entered the door.

His breath left him as he scanned the empty front room. Nothing? He thought, somewhat in a state of shock. He walked in, closing the door behind him. He took another look around, and still nothing. He gradually drifted to the bedroom, which too was empty.

He huffed and folded his arms.

Did he make Doumeki angry, was it maybe his turn to be the romantic? But Doumeki surely knew that Watanuki wasn't like that, or more like it was nearly impossible for him to initiate anything intimate between them ever.......

Maybe that was it, maybe Watanuki just wasn't making a good enough effort. So much for that happy mood.

He walked into the bathroom, peeling off the shirt he wore, turning on the shower. Watanuki let the pattering of the water against the tile lull away his thoughts, but the sound sounded off somehow. Watanuki's eyebrow hitched as he fully pulled back the curtain looking around for the source of the distortion. A small square of laminated paper was laying on the floor of the shower and Watanuki quickly scrambled to pick it up, getting himself somewhat wet in the process.

Outside. Three blocks down. Three rights make a left. Read the paper in Doumeki's square writing.

Watanuki grew red in the face.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" He yelled towards the ceiling, raising his hand that held the paper dangerously tight. "UGH!"

Watanuki quickly turned off the water, stuffed the paper into his jeans pocket and pulled his stripped sweater back over his head, marching out the door, heading down the street for three blocks.

"Three rights make a left." Watanuki read again out loud. Duh, that's common knowledge. Does he expect me to walk around in a triangle all day?

Watanuki had managed the walk, but now he was stumped. He didn't really know the area he was in right now very well, but he knew that there was a park near by that he used to frequent a lot in high school, but that was about three blocks away, and then another turn to the left.....

"OH!" Watanuki gasped. Stupid Doumeki forgot the comma. "Three rights, make a left. Freaking idiot."

Watanuki wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that he was excited over the scavenger hunt he was now on, or the fact that he knew the grammatical habits of his lover....or the fact that he had just nonchalantly admitted to having a lover, everything just seemed a little grim at this point.

The lanky male was panting as he reached the park and he begrudgingly admitted that he was indeed out of shape, though he was still as skinny as ever. Watanuki walked over to the swing where he used to always sit when he had something to think over, or if he were waiting, or comically crying to himself in self-pity over some issue or another. On the rubber seat he found another note, this one however was not laminated and was folded several times with a small rock placed on-top of it.

Wow, good job. "What the hell, is he insulting me?!" A reservoir-of sorts-hurry up. Two blocks to go.

"Dammit Doumeki!!!!!!!" Watanuki exclaimed. "Two blocks! Two blocks where?! Right? Left? Back??? This better freaking be good." Watanuki grumbled/yelled as he stuffed the next letter into his pocket along with it's brother, taking a seat on the nostalgic swing.

"A reservoir? Water? Where is there water around here?" Watanuki observed his surroundings. Its was practically night outside, just a very faint orange hue in the distant mountains, he looked over to the street clock in the center of the park. He saw a small information stand a few feet away from the clock and quickly stood to go and find a map.

He scanned the large paper posted to the cork board, looking for an indication of water anywhere. Watanuki looked over the key in the left hand corner when he saw the words 'community pool' next to the symbol for water. "Could that be it?" Watanuki wondered as he looked back at the map to see his proximity to the reservoir-of sorts-. It had to be it, it was the only wet substance within two blocks.

What could Doumeki be planning?

It was getting cold, and the street lights guided the way as Watanuki sprinted down the last stretch of two blocks. He reached the tall-now locked-fences of the local pool and gripped the fence with his hands. He squinted his eyes as he peered into the area and his eyes widened at the sight.

The water seemed to be gleaming, and not from the light that was built within its structure. A wind blew and brought a pleasant sent with it-lavender and something else, something so distinctly....Doumeki.

He gasped as his eyes were covered with two warm hands. "Guess who." Came a blunt voice and Watanuki could feel the accustomed anger swell in him. "Don't be stupid." Watanuki shot back, and he could feel the shrug he got back from the other.

Doumeki started to walk forward, still covering Watanuki's eyes. He shifted to where one large hand was covering both of his lover's eyes and unlocked the gate swiftly, then continuing to push the smaller of them to the pool. The archer couldn't help but allow a smile to succeed in appearing on his face.

Watanuki began to squirm, but he could tell they were standing by the pool, the fragrant scent all the more abundant where they now stood. "Doumeki! Come on, I know its you, you can stop now. I've been running all over the freaking neighborhood, come on." Watanuki whined and Doumeki laid a small kiss against Watanuki's neck, which quieted the other thoroughly.

"Promise." Doumeki stated vaguely and the briefly subdued state Watanuki had been placed in disappeared. "Promise what?" He asked hotly. Doumeki breathed against his neck, causing a brief stream of electricity to run though Watanuki's spine. "That no matter what, you won't say no." Doumeki elaborated, though Watanuki was still confused. "Sure, sure. Can you let me see now?" Watanuki answered, the suspense killing him.

Doumeki nodded and uncovered Watanuki's eyes, which slowly opened.

Watanuki's surprise was audible as he gazed with wonder at the pool. "Wha..." Watanuki trailed off. Doumeki stepped next to him and sat on the edge of the pool, letting his calves hang into the water he had heated.

At the bottom of the pool was an innumerable amount of glittering silver bands, all varying in appearance, texture, but all the same size. "What is this?" Watanuki asked breathlessly not really sure of what to make of the situation. "Come on." Doumeki responded gruffly, gripping Watanuki's limp hand and quickly pulling the boy into the pool with him.

"WHAT!" Watanuki exclaimed as he fell into the water along with Doumeki. He breached the surface and shook out his hair, treading the deep-end besides Doumeki. "What the hell?!" Watanuki asked of his companion and Doumeki smiled again, an occurrence that Watanuki rarely got to see and it left him stupefied. "Pick one." Doumeki said simply and Watanuki was thrown further into his state of confusion and anger. "Come on, just tell me what's going on." Watanuki whined and Doumeki just responded by swimming over to the stairs in the shallow end. "Hurry up." Doumeki directed and Watanuki sighed. "How am I supposed to pick one?" Watanuki asked, "That will take forever."

Doumeki shrugged again and Watanuki had the sudden urge to chop off the other's shoulders. "You'll know." Doumeki said and Watanuki just turned himself around, staring into the deep end at the shining metal almost smiling back at him. "Fine, but don't rush me. I don't know what the hell you're thinking." He grumbled as he took in a deep breath immersing himself in the water.

Watanuki searched through one section, swimming in deeper to try and get a better look. How in all that is holy did Doumeki manage to get all these rings? Or get into the community pool? Or freaking expect me to find the right one, OR TO KNOW WHEN I HAD FOUND IT? He though angrily and he continued to look through the circles of metal.

Finally, one caught his eye. Watanuki came up for breath and looked over to where Doumeki sat boredly on the middle step of the pool, resting his chin on his palm observing Watanuki. "Found it?" He asked and Watanuki shot him a look. "Shut up!" He demanded as he took another breath, heading for the pool's bottom.

Again he found the one ring and swam towards it. Watanuki grabbed it with two slender fingers and swam again to the surface. He whipped his black hair out of his face and examined the object. It was a rot-iron metal with a sort-of twirling pattern, with a very very small-almost completely invisible- band of antiqued gold twirling with it, another twin band of faded blue mirroring the other band. It was old, it was beautiful. It was the one.

Watanuki had emerged in the shallow end and was dragged-much to his continued surprise-by a stealthy Doumeki over to the steps the archer had previously inhabited. Watanuki was pushed into a sitting position on the first step, the water barely grazing the bottom of his thighs where they touched the smoothed wetted cement, and Doumeki kneeled in front of him on the middle step on both knees-the water reaching mid-thigh- taking the ring from Watanuki's light grasp. A smile still painted on his lips, a completely breathtaking sight.

Watanuki was at a loss, what was going on? "Doumeki, wha-" He was cut off when Doumeki grabbed his left hand and brought it in between them and the archer connected his golden eyes with Watanuki's wide blue ones.

"Kimihiro," Doumeki started and Watanuki shook his head, still completely speechless. Doumeki wasn't going to do what he thought he was going to do, was he? Water dripped off both male's faces but was left unnoticed as they reconnected with the source which it had came. "Kimihiro, would you," The archer continued, slipping the frail ring onto Watanuki's slender four-finger, the smaller male gasped, a completely shocked lopsided grin on his face as he watched Doumeki Oh God, he is isn't he. "would you marry me?" Asked Doumeki, showing the scarce emotion that the stoic man only let slip out during passionate moments, which this most definitely was.

Watanuki was once again in a state of stupefaction, just staring wide eyed, mouth hanging slightly agape as he stared back at his companion. Doumeki was asking him to marry him, he had never actually considered that their relationship could progress further, to have Doumeki fully belong to him, and he to Doumeki.

It couldn't be all that bad after all. He had managed this long, hadn't he.

And in all seriousness, if he were to truly have a heart-to-heart with himself, he loved the man in front of him, loved him so much it hurt to try and understand it.

So wasn't there only one answer to the question people wait many a year to hear from their treasured lover?

Yes there was, and yes he would give it.

Watanuki hadn't even realized he had started crying in an act of joy, a small trail leaving his right eyes, his smile grew and he wiped away at the corner of his eyes. "Of course, you idiot. Of course." Watanuki said breathlessly, his eyes closing as his smile over took his features, his head tilting to the side, just completely enraptured in bliss.

Doumeki leaned to Watanuki's level and connected his lips with the other's, a light pressure buzzing between them, but nothing demanding, just relief, contented joy. Watanuki lightly placed the tips of his fingers to Doumeki's cheeks and Doumeki's hands here atop Watanuki's knees, using them to hold himself against his lover-and now soon to be spouse.

Thet ended the caress mutually, both still keeping their eyes closed, light smiles on their faces. "Come on." Doumeki breathed, standing and helping Watanuki to walk out of the pool with him. "Even an idiot will catch a cold if they stay like that." He said, linking his hand with Watanuki's pulling him towards the still-open fence and onto the fence. "The same goes for you." Watanuki retorted, though there was a soft endearment in his words and Doumeki still held the smile on his lips.

He had gotten what he had wanted for so long, and it would always be his, theirs, for as long as they wanted.

"Still, Kimihiro Doumeki? I think Shizuka Watanuki sounds better." Watanuki contemplated out loud and Doumeki quirked an eyebrow at him. "Seme gets name rights." Doumeki stated logically and Watanuki glared at him as they continued to walk down the street shrouded in night. "Since when?!" Watanuki demanded and Doumeki allowed his smile to transform into a smirk. "Well think about it, women take the male's name most of the time...uke's take the seme's name, even morons understand that."

Watanuki grumbled, "I guess....plus you're a Doumeki, always have been." He said, turning a little red in the cheeks, Doumeki just squeezed his hands. "And you'll be too."

The smaller teen seemed to brighten at this concept. He had found where he belonged, he would belong to something, someone who was very dear to him.

"Hey tiny pupils." Watanuki said, trying to get Doumeki's attention-which unknowingly he already had. "Hn?" The archer returned. "What are you going to do with all those rings still in the pool?"

Doumeki just shrugged and Watanuki blew up. "WHAT! YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE THEM THERE?" He exclaimed and Doumeki turned the corner, still pulling Watanuki behind him.

"UGH! This is NEVER going to work, you drive me insane, you're impossible, really, I don't know how I managed the past five years....." Watanuki dragged on when Doumeki stopped, stopping Watanuki in the process. "What is it?!" Watanuki huffed, staring up into Doumeki's eyes as the other looked down at him. Doumeki's features softened. "I love you...idiot."

Watanuki's cheeks went fuchsia and he stared at his feet. "You'd think I'd be used to that by now." He grumbled before looking back at Doumeki. "I love you too moron." Watanuki returned allowing another smile onto his face.

And they both stood there, out in the dark night, their clothing still dripping with the chlorine mixture, hands linked, engagement ring in check.

Planning and celebrations could wait until later, after all, they had the rest of forever together.

Doumeki could continue with his helpless romantic tradition, Watanuki could continue to play the roll of impulsive Juliet.

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A/n: Aw, those two are so cute.....anyways once again sorry for the late update. I hope you liked it though.

REVIEW please, I don't bite, unless you're some odd form of food, and I'm starving....then we'll see.

Cultural Note: Uke-passive partner in the relationship, the 'bottom' if you will.

Seme-agressive partner in the relationship, the 'top' alpha male, what have you.