Title: Shizuka: Quiet

Author: Sparda219

Summary: Doumeki is always there for Watanuki, always ready to help him and protect him and, in return, all he gets is scorn. One day, a strange man approaches him, with an enticing proposition...

A/N: Thanks to all my kind reviewers! And sorry for the wait. .

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Chapter 2: The Temptation

The clownish figure extended a hand with ridiculous long nails, painted to match his cerulean lips. Doumeki honestly didn't think he'd seen a worse cross-dresser.

"Sorry, man. I don't go for transvestite prostitutes. Try some other guy."

The archer carefully sidestepped the man, but was stopped when his taloned hand fell upon his shoulder. It wasn't that the freak was strong, because you can at least struggle against strength, this was a different kind of hindrance alltogether. As if he didn't WANT to move, even though he did.

"I'll try not to take that as an insult, young Shizuka."

"It's pretty damn familiar of you to call me by my first name."

The freak's smirk could be felt, an amused sensation rippling across Doumeki's flesh uncomfortably. It was almost like he was feeling whatever this clown felt, but in a dulled, surface fashion.

"I find it amusing that you thought of that before you thought to ask why it is I knew your name in the first place. And like I said, I'm your wishmaster, I know more about you than you'd care to realize. I'm here to propose a symbiotic relationship between us, you scratch my back I'll scratch yours, that kind of deal."

Doumeki rolled his eyes.

"Feh. What could you possibly offer me? I'm happy enough."

The man GIGGLED. It was a grating, high-pitched noise that sent unpleasant shivers up and down the archer's spine.

"I'm sorry about that! Lies always tickle my fancy! TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

In a sudden mood swing, the man stopped his giggle and set his face.

"No, my son. You are NOT happy. There is someone you desire! Someone you've come to love! Such a selfless love you have, you'd rather see him happy then have him for yourself, rather protect him and have him hate you than see him come to even the most minute harm. I see it all so clearly."

Doumeki blanched. This guy, whoever he was, was rolling the archer's desires off his tongue as if he were quoting his favorite novel. The clawed hand that was gripping his shoulder released him and suddenly his body could move under it's own power. Doumeki spun around immediately to hold his hands up in a defensive kata.

"Apparently YOUR vision is still clouded! What is this fear? Does it taste like rejection with the scent of society's eye? Ohhhhh... The age-old fear of being a boy in love with another boy. Part of you says it's too natural to be wrong, the other part whispers doubts into your ear. What would your dead grandfather think? Would it cause troubles for Watanuki? It's not like you can get married and start a family, where would your family line go? What you must do, Shizuka-kun, is throw away the harsh tongue of the masses and accept the PURITY of your own desire! Here... Let me show you!"

The clown smiled widely and raised a hand in Doumeki's direction. The boy knew enough of the supernatural to know that that gesture and the words spouting from his lips in some ancient form of Japanese were obviously magical in nature. He tried to steel himself against the oncoming spell, but it was fruitless.

At first, it was subtle. The words slipped between the cracks in his mind, a disturbing intrusion. The feeling intensified, the sensation of widening, his brain being pried open and things being forced in it. It was like rape. That's what it was, a mind rape. Suddenly, Doumeki's body seized as all the muscles in his body locked, the large frame crashing to the ground.

The foreign feeling sweeped over his again, the clownish CREATURE'S amusement rippling over him in a nauseating wave, peppered through with something like sick arousal. And then, every feeling left him. It was like an icy void, a nothingness of the heart, lonliness and pain and numbness. It was... blank. It was a world without grandfather's memory, without Himawari's simple innocence and Yuuko's strange wisdom. Worst of all, it was a world with no Watanuki, none of his sweet fire and verve, his sour attitudes or his kind smiles.

And then it was full. The emptiness replaced with something exponentially growing. It was like pleasure, but was helpless and wanton. The growing buds of ecstasy that suddenly flowered into bloom, a warm blanket of loving pressure.

Before his eyes was a vision witnessed only in dreams. Kimihiro's sweet voice, whispering his name his slightly plaintive fingers digging into his back as the other boy settled into his lap. Doumeki, hiding his face in his love's neck as silken warmth surrounded him. The world burst with sparks of desire, colours of lust and the warm, wet kisses of love that were Shizuka's lips on Kimihiro's collarbone. Wide, powerful palms running over his thin, pale back. The other boy's thin, elegant and strong fingers pressing bruises into his shoulders as he growled in half-pain. Shizuka's almost embarassed whisper of apology was muffled by the other's skin, but it was still heard and the grip let up,

Gentle rocking, like the waves upon the shore. No, it was more like the licking of flames up a bonfire; stoking and bright, but comforting and intimate. A cry of intense ecstasy and the tightening of silk, the answering growl, groan and low keen and muscle tightening beyond flesh and into steel. And then it was cold and wet and shizuka was left catching his breath, panting like a wanton whore on the concrete sidewalk while a sideshow freak giggled his delight over his supine frame.

Somehow, while Doumeki was caught in the illusion, it had begun to rain. Though it was a clear summer night before, it was now cool and the rain pelted the earth relentlessly. The clown was disturbingly bone dry. A quote from his grandfather sprang unbidden to his mind.

'The rain will never fall where it knows it cannot wash the world clean.'

"Well. Did that enlighten you a bit? Did you like your little trip, Shizuka-kun?"

Doumeki brought a shaky hand to his face, feeling warm tears mixed with the cold rain. His trembling body curled in on itself.

"I----I--- I w---"

His voice froze in his throat and a sob worked it's way up from the depths of his soul. The archer couldn't understand why he was crying. It just started and wouldn't stop, but it was horrible. It was like he was clutching what he has always wanted in his arms, and then it was yanked away from him, shattering in a thousand pieces. But then, that was the nature of illusion. The boy made a decision right there on the cold hard ground, clutching the hem of the magician's robe, still breathing hard from his sobbing fit.

"I w-want him. I want Watanuki Kimihiro's heart. Nothing less will do."

The clown, no rain marring his emaciated figure, bent down close enough that Doumeki could smell mint and something like incense on his breath.

"And what will you do, Shizuka-kun, in order to get what it is you desire?"

Doumeki's answer was so final and true that it frightened him.

"Anything."

A taloned hand patted the side of his face that wasn't pressed into the ground.

"That's what I like to hear. I'll give you my conditions tomorrow evening. You're tired and scared right now, I want to give you time to adjust to your enlightenment..."

The nameless magician kissed Doumeki's cheek and his almost frigid breath sent fearful chills down the archer's spine.

"...and to change out of those pants."

A hand pressed into the crotch of his jeans, alerting him to a cooling wetness settled there and the man giggled again. The magician left, Doumeki curled in tighter and proceeded to cry out his misery...

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Mokona waddled his way up to his mistress and tugged on her kimono sleeve.

"Are you cold Yuuko? Mokona should have Watanuki warm some sake!"

The space-time witch shook her head.

"No, that's not it. I can't be sure what happened, but I feel as if a Grudge has been put into motion. A powerful one, and it's gunning for me."

The raven haired lady shook her head slightly and smirked again.

"Well, Mokona. Let's enjoy our gyoza and beer for now! Whomever has set this Grudge obviously has no idea what they're getting into! Ohohohohohohoho!"

Still, a spot in the witch's heart refused to abandon it's frozen state...