Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Characters: Watanuki Kimihiro, Doumeki Shizuka
Theme: 21 – Rise
Warnings/Ratings: More bad words. I wanted to drop the F-bomb, but it seems like that would take this from the T rating.
In A Nutshell: He tried to glare into his stupid, golden eyes, but he turned away, and this was the last straw.
Disclaimer: If they were my characters… scary things would happen. Scary things.

He would have yelled at him for surprising him like that normally. However, normal currently didn't apply. He had bread rising and he did not want to mess that up. Even if he was relatively silent about the whole appearing out of nowhere thing, it did not mean that he appreciated it, nor did it mean he wasn't extremely angry about it.

"Oi." Think about the bread, the bread

"Go away, Doumeki." Keeping his voice down was difficult because the bastard had been watching him like he always did when he thought he wasn't looking.

"Hn." Of course he wouldn't leave that easily. Watanuki shot him a look that he hoped would be able to make small children cry. For all of his efforts, he got a raised eyebrow.

"Doumeki, please," because he had finished cleaning up most of the mess he had made in the kitchen and since he was no longer occupied, he'd have to face that unwavering gaze.

He said nothing, as usual. He never said anything, did he?

"Doumeki. Seriously," because he didn't want to deal with the aggravating archer, not now, not ever.

"Doumeki." This was less pleading and more growling; he was losing his temper and he knew it, but there nothing he could do about it, nothing he wanted to do about it.

He tried to glare into his stupid, golden eyes, but he turned away, and this was the last straw. Screw the bread, he thought viciously.

"YOU!" This got him focused on Watanuki again, and he was glad; he didn't want the idiot missing a single word of what was to come. "I am sick and tired of you." His eyes widened and damn, it felt so good to finally get that out and see something cross that stupid, static face of his.

"I'm sick of you saving me. I'm sick of you protecting me. I'm sick of you sacrificing things for me when you tell me not to do the same damn thing." He was rounding on him now, a random cooking utensil in his hand that didn't even matter anymore. "I'm so tired of you watching me. I can go for two damn minutes without getting myself killed, and I'm tired of you failing to realize that." Surprise flitted across his features briefly. "I'm tired of you surprising me like that, coming out of nowhere just to loom over me while I'm working on something!

"I'm tired of you caring so much about me." He was waving the utensil too close to Doumeki's face now. "I'm tired of you trying so hard for me." It felt unfinished. The archer sat silently. Patiently waiting. Waiting for more. It was obvious now.

"AND I AM SO GOD DAMNED TIRED OF YOU TAKING ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT FROM ME WITHOUT ONE WORD." That was what it was missing. He grabbed the stupid dough and shoved the entire bowl onto Doumeki's head, effectively blocking his vision as he dragged him to the door and threw him out. He left it open and stood there for a moment to see if maybe he'd get up and hit him back, but he sat there dazedly, almost obediently. It was disgusting.

Watanuki slammed the door as hard as he could.

It was originally going to end cuddly.

In fact, there wasn't even going to be all of this yelling and confrontation of anger and whatnot.

However, I went to the movie theater and something that happened there sort of pissed me off.

I was still kind of angry when I got back, and that spawned this.

I usually write fluff. This feels weird.