Watanuki turned quickly to the thin witch. She smiled at him, but her eyes were saddened in a way.
"Yûko-san… I'm so very sorry. Again, I didn't mean it. P-please, forgive me…" Watanuki's voice had a quaver to it, as if he were about to cry. He could feel what he though was the guilty weight in his heart. He didn't mean it, completely spur of the moment. But once words are said, they are said and can leave a permanent mark in someone's heart.
Yûko's expression didn't change; she just kept smiling. "It's fine, Watanuki. Let bygones be bygones. Besides, you have work tomorrow, better go rest up. Go on home."
Watanuki nodded and left, looking back as he stepped out the door. He looked at Yûko's still grinning mug and then turned to leave. The door shut, and he began to run. Hot tears streamed down his face, steaming his glasses a bit.
"Watanuki, you idiot! Fool! You hurt someone…," he slowed to a walk after thinking this, "but, she knows I just lost my temper…so why do I feel like I just put a bullet in her shoulder?"
He trudged up the stairs to his apartment. The tears on his face evaporated slowly as the heater went on. It had begun to snow as he changed into his pajamas. Little did he know it was cold more than two places that night, Yûko was shaken by this entire ordeal. She sat in her room after all others had gone to sleep. She laid on her bed, in her silk pajamas, she was awake. What was going through her head at the time was near to Watanuki's thoughts. "I know he didn't mean it, why has something so small shaken me so badly?"
She thought about it long and let a tear fall as she drifted into sleep. She had no dreams that night, but someone did. A certain Watanuki we shall not mention.
He tossed and turned. Something was getting into his head, or rather someone. He found himself in what looked like Yûko's house.
"Wh-what am I doing here?" He asked out loud.
"Well, we meet at last!" said a wise voice behind him.
Watanuki turned, it was none other than the old wizard himself, Clow Reed. Watanuki gazed at him with a fear, 'Mr.Glasses' just smiled away in a friendlier fashion than Yûko did.
"At last? I don't understand."
"Come now, I've been watching Yûko and you. You think a wizard like me is going to be bound to his grave forever? I know you can see spirits young one, and I'm sorry for that."
Watanuki gave him an odd wince. "Sorry? What did you do?" he questioned.
Clow chuckled a simple fatherly chuckle. He sat on a comfortable looking, antique loveseat, and patted it, signaling to Watanuki to sit down. He did so as Clow crossed his leg and began to talk.
"You see, my dear boy," Clow began to talk like a father to a son, "You and I are related. I am your great great grandfather, I guess you could say. Yûko and I go back far, she hasn't aged a day since the last day I saw her."
Watanuki was shocked. "It-it's—I-I'm? Er, uh. Related?"
Clow gave Watanuki a hard pat on the back. "Now…I know it'll be hard to absorb, but we are. It is partly my fault. I never married, but Yûko and I used to be quite a couple. When I predicted my death, Yûko was broken and I didn't want to leave her. Half of my magic died, and half of it I chose to be put in your grandfather. There is a dormant, passed down to you. I never told Yûko this, I am living in you. You are your own person, but I am within you."
Clows words were carefully spoken, but Watanuki sat there, hunched over. A million thoughts buzzing in his head as he finally looked up to Clow.
"Clow…This is so odd…What does it mean?"
"You will know in time."
With those final words, he leaned over and gave Watanuki a fatherly hug. As this happened, he vanished. Watanuki was still shaken, by not one, but two things. He woke up, but was not in a cold sweat. It was early in the morning, about 5:00 A.M. and he decided he needed to call someone. He picked up the phone.
"H-hello?" He spoke into the receiver.
"What do you want?" said the voice on the other line.
"D-Dômeki, meet me in the park, ok?" Watanuki was too tired and confused at the time to get upset at Dômeki's response.
Dômeki was slightly shocked, but didn't show it, even with no one around.
"Hang on," he said as Watanuki began to put the phone down.
"What?"
"I'll just come over, it'll be safer that way."
"A-alright."
Watanuki hadn't stopped to think about how he treated Dômeki. They'd been stuck together many times, they fought, but always ended up ok in the end and Dômeki always managed to protect him.
The door opened and Watanuki turned almost violently to see who it was.
"You should lock your door," said Dômeki as he let himself in.
Watanuki looked up at him from his bed. Dômeki had come in so quietly, that he almost didn't hear him.
"You didn't give me a chance to change…" Watanuki whispered.
"You didn't give ME a chance either."
Watanuki looked closer at his friend. He was wearing his pajamas, which was a cotton yukata and pants, and his sneakers. Dômeki hadn't even bothered to tie his shoes or get on a sweater before running out of his house to see Watanuki.
"You…you really do care about me, don't you…" Watanuki's voice drifted out of his mouth like soft music.
"Of coarse, I care about you. I know how much you need me." Dômeki's voice was cold. "But… I've also taken a liking for you. I consider you my best friend." He let a small grin creep onto his face.
Watanuki was touched by his words, they fought all the time, but really, Dômeki and him spent a lot of time together. He did need him, he does need him. Watanuki's eyes began to water.
"What?" said Dômeki to the sobbing Watanuki.
"I'm…I'm just sorry for how I've treated you."
"Let it go. Everything is fine and you don't need to be sorry. So what did you need me for?" Dômeki's words though the normal emotionless way, there was a note of love in his voice. The brotherly figures sat in the room, Dômeki on the bed, Watanuki in the bed, and they began to feel comfortable with being best friends as they put their arms around each other.