Fandom: XXXHOLiC
Characters: Watanuki Kimihiro, Doumeki Shizuka
Theme: 35 – Your Indifference
Warnings/Ratings: Not as slashy as I know you're wishing it would be.
In A Nutshell: It was maddening and infuriating and absolutely wondrous.
Disclaimer: I don't own Holic.
Watching Watanuki floss was highly frustrating, bordering on painful, but it was something he somehow could not look away from.
Ever since they were forced to move in together as starving college students, the weirdness around and between them had intensified greatly.
They had to share not only a cramped living space, but many other odds and ends as well. They used the same soap and shampoo, and there was an easily-ignored voice in Doumeki's head that said he liked the fact that Watanuki smelled like him far too much. At one high point of this hilarious low, they had even had to share a toothbrush, as the spirit-magnet's had been eaten by something and neither had time to buy a new one until the week was over. It took much effort on the taller boy's part to convince Watanuki that he need not boil the toothbrush before using it to make sure there were no Doumeki germs on it, and wouldn't that melt the plastic, anyway?
Watanuki was as loud as ever, sometimes causing the neighbors to complain to the police about possible domestic violence. That was a stupid thought, if you considered the fact that Doumeki spent more time on trying to save him than on anything else.
Sometimes, late at night when Watanuki thought he was sleeping, he would climb from under his sheets, kneel at Doumeki's side, and start talking softly to him. The archer had learned to pretend he was asleep, because these times were the only times he heard what that captivating enigma was really thinking.
Torturously rarely, on dark, long nights, Watanuki would tentatively crawl over to Doumeki's futon and slip under the covers, close enough for him to feel the warmth coming off of him but not close enough to be touching. It was maddening and infuriating and absolutely wondrous.
A lot of his time was spent watching the pale boy do everyday things, and that was how he had come to watching him floss. His movements were slow and it seemed he would be flossing forever. Even Doumeki, who meditated frequently and was rather trained in the art of waiting, was becoming impatient. Overtaken by this, he grabbed the floss from Watanuki and flossed his teeth for him.
"Ooh oh, iss ort uh aggering ow oo ont are aout iss."
"How am I supposed to floss your teeth if you're trying to talk?"
There were no more garbled statements after that.
When Doumeki was satisfied with the state of the other boy's dental health, he disposed of the floss and lay down on his futon. The lights were out and a silence usually reserved for the sleeping had settled down thickly before Watanuki came crawling from his futon at last and dragged himself to Doumeki's side.
"You know, your indifference to such strange situations is staggering." He chuckled lightly, "But I don't mind." He ruffled the "sleeping" archer's hair in a way he never would in the daylight hours, then climbed under the sheets next to him. "It's nice being cared for." He was so close he could feel his breath and damn if it wasn't tempting.
A few moments passed in silence, punctuated with another light chuckle and then replaced with heavy, even breathing.
It was all too easy to throw an arm over that thin torso and drag the body attached to it to his chest.
He probably didn't realize that Watanuki was pretty proficient at feigning sleep, too.
An update in the middle of the week! Be shocked!
I actually wrote this in class on Monday and was too busy fluttering around doing other things to type it up until today.
I have so many ideas running around in my head right now.
Oh, by the way, thanks for all of the support!
It was really overwhelming to see all of the people who have added this to their favorites list recently.
Thank you so much!
I'll try to squeeze in more updates now that I'm getting more accustomed to school.
Until next time!