A/N: This is my first xxxHolic fanfic, so hopefully I did well. This is actually a comedy, and it kinda just stops at the end, but I didn't want to type too much in one sitting. So I decided to just continue with another chapter. And for those who don't know, "sake" (sah-kay) is a drink. :P So, I hope you enjoy!

"Watanuuuuuki…."

"Watanuuuuki…."

"Dammit Watanuki, come here!"

Yuko snatched at Watanuki's collar, pulling him close to her face. "Come here! Come here! 3" Maru and Moru chanted, hovering around Watanuki like cutle little horseflies. "I've been-hic!- calling you and you –hic- just ignore me?" she managed, her breath smelling strongly of beer and vodka. Watanuki closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the stench. "Yuko-san, you have been calling plenty of people since you've been drunk.. Clow Reed was the most frequen---"

"Clow Reed! Clow Reed! 3"

"Shut it!" she slurred. "That bespectacled son-of-a-gun… He ain't…. –hic!-" Yuko slumped down onto her bed, her brain quite fried. Adjusting his apron, Watanuki picked up his tray, frowning down at the drunken mistress. "Yuko-san, you know we're running out of alcohol, right?"

In an instant, she sobered up.

"What!" she snapped, rising from her bed. "What happened to it?"

"Well, a drunk named Yuko and a black pork bun named Mokona seemed to consume it in one sitting..."

Woozily, Yuko stumbled back to her bed.

"I need some sake… now. Go to the treasure room and find me some before I… -hic!-"

Of course, Watanuki didn't like the fact that Yuko was drinking so much… and forcing him to get her some more booze… and risking the newly shampooed carpet by being soiled by puke. "Stupid drunk…" he muttered, throwing the door open to the expansion of junk, Maru and Moru following behind. An assortment of "treasure" stretched as far as the eye could see, choked with dust even after Watanuki's efforts to eliminate it. Climbing through the piles, he began searching through the rubble, complaining the whole time. "Gah! Why am I forced to be her manslave! I can't believe that wrench!" Watanuki yelled, kicking at a random pile of junk. Ka-chunk. "What the—" Watanuki glanced down as a long, narrow bottle rolled to his feet. "What's this?" He picked up the bottle, inspecting it. The bottle had no label, but some faded engraving was etched onto the bottle.It was filled with a sheer crimson liquid. Opening up the bottle, he took a sniff. Yep. It was alcohol. Closing it back up, he headed towards Yuko's room. "Woo, Watanuki, come here so I can... show you a little… sumthin…" the drunken Yuko mumbled, standing on a table and beginning to slip from her clothes.

"Gah! No! Yuko! I have the sake! I have the sake!" he urged, covering his eyes. "Just… Just put your clothes on!"

"Mmph… you're such a party pooper, Watanuki-kun…" Yuko mumbled, slipping on her shirt and jumping from the table. The tall, slender space witch slipped the bottle from the now trembling Watanuki, popping open the bottle. Wispy clouds of grey smoke swirled around her pale face, nearly encompassing her now red eyes. "Fabulous!" she giggled, downing half of the bottle. Glancing to Watanuki, she pointed an unsteady finger to his face. "This is… some strong –hic- stuff…" she gurgled, and collapsed onto the bed.

"Mistress!" cried Maru, rushing along with Moru to their master's side.

"Mistress! Speak to us!" cried Moru, fanning the obviously drunken Yuko.

Watanuki sighed, shaking his head. She had done the same thing last night, drinking until she passed out. Nothing new. Brushing off his apron, he slid off his rubber kitchen gloves. "The eki-kyabe is in the cabinet to the left of the stove. I have early morning classes, so I won't be able to run by here before school." Maru and Moru waved sadly to Watanuki, still fanning Yuko half-heartedly. "Bye, Watanuki-kun…" they murmured as Watanuki slid out of the door.

I hope Yuko will be alright… Watanuki thought as he traveled the lonesome streets.

Hoping wouldn't be enough.

"I'm here! I'm here!"

Watanuki huffed as he scrambled up the school steps, catching his breath on a stone pillar as he caught up to Himawari. She smiled sweetly, waving. "Watanuki-kun, are you okay? You look exhausted! Do you need some water?" Himawari began reaching into her bag, a look of concern on her face. Watanuki pranced on the steps, his eyes sparkling like a cocker spaniel in a sea of fire hydrants. "Oh, Himawari-chan, you are so thoughtful! Carrying water in light of a chance that I may be parch---"

"Here you go! Domeki-kun bought it for me on our walk to school."

It felt like an anvil hit Watanuki right in the face as he slumped into a hunched position, frowning. So much for my hopes and dreams… he thought as he took the water and taking a sip. Damn you, Domeki! Are you purposely trying to break my heart! As he began to turn into the school, Himawari called out to him. "Watanuki-kun, isn't that Yuko-chan?" Oh, crap… Before he could spin around, Yuko pounced, toppling him onto the ground. "Hunny bunny!" she squealed, hugging his neck so tightly that his face began to change colors. "I missed you sooo much this morning! Maru and Moru told me you wouldn't be able to come by this morning, but I couldn't spend the whole day without seeing my schnucumms!"

"Schnucumms! What the hell---"

"Who is this!"

An evil eye shot to Himawari, anger boiling up inside her.

"H… Himawari…?" she stammered.

"I know who you are! What are you doing with my lemon drop?"

"Lemon drop! What the—"

"I was just---"

"Don't play dumb with me! You were trying to steal him away, weren't you? Come on, sugar cakes, you're coming with me!"

Yuko dragged Watanuki away from a quite confused Himawari, who stood awkwardly waving to the two. Yuko dragged him quite a ways away, to the park where they usually sat. "What's the problem, Yuko-san?" Watanuki snapped, adjusting his wrinkled collar.

"I saw how you were looking at her! You wanted her body!" she snapped back, crossing her arms and stamping her foot.

"Who? Himawari-chan? Of course I want her body…" he gushed, smiling girlishly.

"So you admit, huh? I can't believe you! After all we've been through!"

"Wha…? Yuko, what have you been drinking?"

"Sake, sake, and…. Sake. And that wonderful sake you gave me before I passed out!"

Watanuki sat on the tiger, frowning. Of course, sake wouldn't cause Yuko to fall madly in love with him… would it? "Are you sure that's all you've consumed?"

"Mm-hm," she murmured, hugging up onto Watanuki.

If sake didn't do it… what else? Spirits?

He had do consult with someone who knew about this sort of stuff…

Domeki.