A/n: Still Saturday, but I'd just like to say sorry about the delay. My computer crashed and I lost this story and a bunch of other Xxxholic stories I was working on. It's depressing, but it's my fault. I should have saved them on a backup disk. I've already written out the ending for this story a long time ago, so I know where to take it. It's just that I hate having to write things over.
Taking a shower to scrub away all the dirtiness that came along with this morning, Watanuki made sure to use all the bacterial soap he had.
When he was finished and getting ready to exit the bathroom, he peeked his head out and was satisfied to see that Doumeki had wandered off to do whatever it was he did when he wasn't possessing people and dressing them up in ridiculous—
No, today would be a normal day. It might have started up a little…weird, but he would salvage his Saturday afternoon.
Trotting over to his closet, Watanuki slid it open and took out some jeans and a shirt. He folded them over his arm and walking towards his dresser, he searched around for some boxers.
After this he'd have to go to the grocery. He could eat out, but there wasn't any place in particular he wanted to go and he felt like eating at home. He'd have to go to the supermarket to pick up some things. Maybe he'd stop by the bookstore on his way home and get that new manga he wanted…
Dropping his towel, Watanuki thought about all the ways he could spend the rare day off he'd gotten from his employer, and it filled him with happiness to know how relaxing today should be.
Watanuki began to put on his underwear, but the fluttering of his living room curtains stopped him from completing the task.
When did he open that window…?
"Where're you going?"
For that brief moment, Watanuki forgot how to work his fingers properly and he dropped his underwear to the ground.
There was a deafening pause. Everything had gone silent within the room, like time itself ceased to exist. Watanuki saw out of his peripheral that Doumeki was relaxing on his bed…
Watanuki closed his eyes, counted backwards to ten and then turned around, still very naked and still very conflicted over whether this was all just a figment of his imagination. When he saw the smug look on Doumeki's face he remembered that the world was truly an unfair place.
"GET-GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM YOU SICKO--GET OUT!!!" Watanuki flung the first thing he grabbed onto, and since he was next to his underwear draw, he had accidentally thrown a pair of his boxers at Doumeki.
The boy intercepted it and then gave him an even smugger look.
"DON'T-DON'T TOUCH MY UNDERWEAR, YOU CRETIN!"
"You threw it at me." Doumeki reasoned and didn't drop it just because he knew how much it bothered Watanuki.
"DON'T STAND THERE! GET OUT! GET OUT! CLOSE YOUR EYES AND THEN GET OUT!" Watanuki stumbled back into his closet and grabbed his jeans.
"What's wrong with you?" Doumeki asked and rested Watanuki's underwear in his lap.
"STOP TOUCHING MY—OH GOD JUST GET OUT!" Watanuki pulling on his jeans kept his eyes on Doumeki to see if the archer had heeded his warning. Doumeki was still sitting on his futon, but he now held something in his hands.
"Funny thing about this camera," Doumeki started and turned the possessed camera in his hands. "It's old, but it can take pictures without a flash." And with that said he stood up from the futon and walked through the adjacent wall, leaving a half-naked Watanuki to contemplate his words.
