april kisses
the science of tilting
by: samthegreat
disclaimer: as always read the previous ones.
"For the last time, I'm not like that, okay?" Watanuki thought his vocal cords were going to snap with the strain of his screams. Doumeki looked blandly at the other boy and rubbed his ears, "I never said you were. I just said it wouldn't surprise me if you were to say you liked boys." "But, but, but!" he stuttered, "I love Himawari-chan! I do, I really do! She's a girl! How could I possibly like boys?" The taller boy rolled his eyes, "You're taking this too serious. I was just saying it hypothetically."
The bespectacled boy couldn't let it lie. "But what would make you think something like that? Have I ever given you a reason to think that way?" Doumeki couldn't help but sigh…he had to bring it up to the other boy, didn't he? He should have known this would be the reaction. "Well, you're sort of feminine." "What? I certainly am not!" Silence fell over the two. Doumeki released a sigh of relief. "What do you mean by feminine?" The calm that had settled over the taller boy was instantly dashed and he rubbed the bridge of his nose out of annoyance.
"Well, if you insist on continuing this, I guess your hands are slim and graceful like a woman's…" He poked said appendages with his index finger. Reluctantly Watanuki brought his hand up to his face. He had never noticed that before. The shorter boy stared intently at his companions hands. They were larger and looked stronger. He blushed. "That doesn't prove anything." After a lull of silence, the shorter boy looked over at the taller with slight curiousness, "What else?"
Doumeki had expected that his companion would continue the conversation. He searched his mind. It was kind of strange. In his mind, he could imagine every inch of Watanuki's face. He had memorized that gloom and doom stare of his and could recall every detail. But now, he was drawing a blank. His eyes landed on the eyes of the other boy and his next example presented itself.
"Eyelashes," he blurted out without thinking. "Excuse me?" Doumeki straightened his back and looked at the other seriously, "Your eyelashes. They look like a girl's. They're kind of long and thick. It looks like you wear mascara." He paused and felt the corners of his lips threaten to flicker upwards, "Do you wear mascara?" Watanuki nearly jumped out of his skin with rage. "Of course I don't wear mascara, you idiot! What is wrong with your brain today?"
Doumeki stared straight ahead and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "Your height and size has something to do with it. You're sort of small so you would obliviously be on the bottom in a relationship." Instantaneously, Watanuki's face turned a sickening shade of crimson. "What is it you just said, you jerk!" Stealing his face in attempts not to flinch, Doumeki continued. "Maybe that's why I don't really see you as someone who would be in a relationship with a girl. Don't be so defensive. It's just a theory and I think I know a way we can prove if it's right of not. I'll use the scientific process."
It took more serenity then Watanuki knew he could muster in order to settle down and give the other boy the ability to express himself. At least there was still a way to disprove the seemingly insane assumption. "Oh yeah. Well, what is it then?" The archer rubbed his chin and mumbled quietly to himself, "If I remember right…yes, I think that is how it goes…" The taller down looked intently at the shorter, "You'll have to close your eyes and promise not to start flailing like an idiot."
Watanuki was not an idiot.
He knew the intimacy Doumeki spoke of, he could decipher already what this test would entail. Gulping heavily, he nodded and shut his eyes tightly, trying to convince himself this was for the good of his normality and reputation. He could feel the other leaning down to conduct the experiment. He could feel the other's breath and taste the warmth of his mouth with out even making contact. Unconsciously, he tilted his head to the left.
The kiss was just a whisper of itself, just enough to prove his point. The taller pulled back and nodded satisfied. "I was right." The shorter boy quickly recovered and demanded an explanation. "I read some where that men and women tilt their heads in different directions unconsciously while kissing. You tilted to the left, a typically female thing to do."
A silence claimed the two when the shorter realized he was caught in a situation that he couldn't eloquently argue his way out of. Watanuki hung his head low and drooped his shoulders in defeat, "I really hate the scientific process."
i had read the tilting theory somewhere in one of my psychology books a few years back. it's not really proven, i guess, but i thought it was interesting to apply to this situation. please review!