april kisses

someone like me

by: samthegreat

disclaimer: not mine, never will be. i've come to terms with it.

He had felt uneasy all day. Well, specifically, he had been uncomfortable and at edge since lunch. Watanuki had been in such good spirits, which was an odd occurrence on days when Himawari couldn't join them for lunch. His sweet smiles and eager glances would have been welcomed, but they just made Doumeki feel so suspicious about what could please the other boy so much.

His only clue was the strange thing the glasses toting boy said at the end of lunch. "Today is the day when my entire life changes for the better."

Doumeki shivered as he remembered what the boy had said. The only comfort he could find was the rhythmic scraping his broom bristles made as he swept the entrance and outer gates of his family temple. He appreciated having something that could take his mind off of the other boy, even if it was only temporary. Still, he couldn't help but be a little anxious to discover what Watanuki meant by his cryptic words. He prayed that the next school day would come sooner so he could see the other boy and ask, but his hopes were answered in a different way.

Walking down the street, heading in his general direction was a thin, black figure. It walked with a defeated aura. Doumeki abounded his broom and walked with hurry to confront the seemingly beaten boy. When he reached Watanuki, he didn't bother saying anything. He knew the other boy recognized his presence since he had stopped walking and stood timidly in front of the taller boy. He kept his head down.

Doumeki had to fight the urge to tilt up the other boy's chin. Instead, he did all he knew he could.

"Oi."

Watanuki kept his head down but Doumeki saw the clenching of his fists. "I've told you before, you fool. My name is not Oi." This would have satisfied the taller boy a little had the other boy's voice been as annoyed as it usually was. It only sounded tired and the archer did not like it at all.

"Aren't you a little late for work?" he asked, crossing his arms and trying to sound as if he didn't care in the least.

"Yuuko-san knew I was going to be a little late, I had something I needed to do." Again, the shorter boy sounded so dead. The other couldn't bare it but decided to push through the unease to find the truth.

"What was so important? Was it the thing that you were so excited about during lunch? The thing that changes your life for the better?" He knew it was a mistake the moment those words had left his mouth. He saw the other boy stiffen considerably. Finally, he lifted his face to reveal two bright eyes that were filled with unshed tears.

Doumeki dropped his cool demeanor instantly. "What happened," he choked out anxiously.

The pale face dropped back down. A single word slipped from his hidden lips, "Himawari-chan."

Realization hit the taller boy as the shorter sunk to his knees and allowed his sorrow to consume him in the form of shaking shoulders and choked whimpers. Doumeki leaned down and pulled the other boy into a standing position after a few moments of awkwardness and uncertainty.

Watanuki whipped at his eyes. "Isn't it funny," he began through his whimpers, "To think that I actually thought that she might like me. She's just so nice, I thought that she might have thought of me like that. Himawari-chan is just too good for me. I mean, I'm practically a freak! She deserves someone better. Someone like y-…"

He stopped and hiccupped. He took in a deep breath but it didn't calm him. He muttered under his breath, "I'm just worthless." Watanuki would have continued his pity party, but his rants were stopped by the rough hands that suddenly gripped his shoulders and began shaking him.

"Now listen to me, you complete idiot. Just because Kunogi rejected you, it doesn't mean you're worthless. You're worth everything. You're perfect. If she doesn't see that, it's just her loss and someone else's gain. So shut the hell up and forget about loving her and move on to someone who appreciates you for how amazing you are."

He stopped shaking the boy and allowed Watanuki's head to land softly against his chest. He pulled the boy in closer to his body as the boy's slim hands gripped at his shirt. Against his chest he felt Watanuki's lips move softly, "Someone like you?"

Doumeki closed his eyes and breathed, "Yeah, someone like me."

He reluctantly allowed the shorter boy to slip away from the embrace. Bright eyes stared back innocently through elegant frames. Watanuki bite his lip tentatively and slowly leaned up. He pressed his lips to the taller boy's cheek softly. He treated the kiss cautiously, as if it was some sort of experiment. He moved gradually to the other cheek and repeated the treatment.

Watanuki half expected the taller boy to push him away, but Doumeki accepted actions calmly. The bespectacled boy took it as a cue. He licked his lips quickly and pressed them to the other boy's

Doumeki gathered the shorter boy into his arms in attempts to deepen the kiss. He had to restrain himself and pull away, though, when a sickening feeling crept into the base of his conscience. He remembered the distressed state the boy he was holding had been in.

Uncertain eyes stared nervously at him, "W-what's wrong."

"You're vulnerable right now. It's just not right for me to do anything like this that you might regret later."

He was surprised when he found the shorter boy pressing himself into his form. "Maybe, but I don't mind." He encircled the waist of the smaller boy and pulled him in as close as possible. Still, his conscience nagged at the back of his mind, but he told it to shove off and enjoyed what he had, if only for the moment.

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