A/N: Wow… the second chapter! (w00t!). I actually got some reviews this time. Well, anyway, one of the people that reviewed for the first chapter like totally figured out my plot for the story, so now I have to think of another reason why Yuko is madly in love with Watanuki… (sigh). I have an idea… but you'll have to read it first…. (hehe!) Oh, and disregard the sake being crimson… I never knew it was clear!
"Domeki! Dammit, where are you?"
Watanuki stood outside of Domeki's shrine, a love-stricken Yuko clinging to his arm. Vainly he attacked the door, yelling curses not even known to sailors. Shuffling emitted from behind the door. "I don't answer to crazy idiots…" he remarked, beginning to lock the door.
"Idiot! You're the idiot who is only trying to steal cute little Himawari-chan away from me because of self-esteem issues!"
Evil red eyes glared at Watanuki at the mention of Himawari's name.
"Again you prove my point."
"Domeki, please! I need…"
Watanuki choked, closing his eyes tightly.
"I need…"
"You need what?"
"Your…. Help."
A long, exhausted sigh slipped from Watanuki's lips. Clicking sounds were eminent, and the large sliding oaken door revealed a rather pissed off Domeki, still dressed in his nightclothes. He looked sick, as if he had the flu. Even though he stared down at the obsessed Yuko with expressionlesseyes, Watanuki could tell he was quite amused. "What's the…. Problem?" he asked slowly, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes slightly.
"Same thing I would like to know…" Yuko added, caressing Watanuki's pale hand. "My little Nuki-pi didn't come to see me, and I planned to have a romantic dinner with him at the park." Domeki stared stupidly at Yuko. "That the problem?" he asked, pointing to her.
"Yep."
Domeki went into thought for a few moments. He then motioned them to enter, opening the door so that Watanuki could drag Yuko in. Domeki sat lightly at a small table, no emotion as Watanuki tried vainly to bring the tall woman along. "Please, Watanuki-kun," Yuko begged tugging at the hem of his sleeve with an unusually iron grip, "Let's leave and get some more sake… then we can really start the party." She nudged him playfully, running her hands down the back of his neck. Watanuki jumped, his cheeks rosy with color.
"Gah! Yuko-san, please, just stop for one moment!"
Domeki glanced between the two before he spoke.
"How long has she been like this?
"Since this morning I guess. She passed out because the was drinking too much."
"Too much what?"
"Sake, I guess. I found this bottle in the cellar, and it had sake in it. But sake wouldn't cause this…"
"Sake definitely wouldn't make Yuko act this---"
Sensual purring in Watanuki's ear interrupted Domeki's words. Nervously, Watanuki pushed her face away, frowning. "So… it was a love potion!" he asked with concern, barely able to keep the hopeless romantic from pressing multiple red lipstick stains on his cheeks.
"Why would love potion be clear? A friggin' love potion is red. Red. Not clear. Any idiot would know that…."
Domeki glanced back to Watanuki.
"Well, except you."
"You know Domeki-kun, you really just---"
"Anyway, do you feel sick around her? Because if you did, then it may be the work of a spirit."
"Spirits!" Yuko squealed. "I love spirits! Especially the love spirit…"
Yuko ran a pale hand softly across Watanuki's cheek, causing beads of sweat to appear on his forehead. Domeki sighed, leaning onto the table. "If it isn't the work of a love spirit, love potion, or sake, then there is some higher being at work." He said after many moments, weaving his hands together. "There isn't much I can do. But there is something you can do."
"If you want me to make you lunch for the rest of your life---"
"Don't worry about that. You'll be doin' that anyway. But you can consult with the wisdom of a spirit."
"What do you think I'm supposed to do, just pull them out of nowhere! That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!"
Domeki stood, crossing his arms.
"Or at least observe her for a while. If not, then… I guess you don't want to be helped."
Watanuki shot up to his feet, causing Yuko to topple face first into the table.
"Hell yes I want to be helped!"
"Then do it."
Watanuki glared at Domeki, his left eye twitching. Finally, he gave in sighing. "Fine… I'll try."
"Take her home. Things will probably improve by tomorrow."
They didn't.
"Watanuuuuuuki! Look what I made!"
Yuko rushed into the front room, carrying a steaming cookie sheet. Red baking mittens with pink bunnies printed on them protected her delicate hands. Moru and Maru skipped closely behind, wearing matching aprons. "Look what we made! Look what we made!" they chanted, a sickening aura of too much energy floating around them. Watanuki looked up form his cookbook, glancing at the group over his spectacles. "What is it… And do I smell… burning?"
"No! NO! Not at all!"
"No, not at all! Not at all!"
All three fanned the wispy smoke away from them.
"Moving that aside, I baked some cookies for us!"
"Oh, hell."
Watanuki gulped, slowly closing the book.
"But you have to close your eyes first…"
Reluctantly, Watanuki shut his eyes.
"Its nothing poisonous, is it?"
A loud clank rang through the room.
"Ok, open!"
As his eyes fluttered open, he almost chucked. Multiple cookies in the shape of Yuko, Maru and Moru, and Mokona littered the plate, along with a bottle of beer at the center. "Oh, no, no more drinking until we find out what's wrong with you," Watanuki said forcefully, a hint of disciplinary action in his voice. As he reached for the bottle, Yuko pounced onto him. "I want alcohol!" she screamed, her eyes narrowing.
"Get the hell offa me!"
As he pushed the pale woman from atop him, a small snapping sound made him glance back. A thud and the sound of a rolling object followed thereafter. "What was that…?" he muttered under his breath, glancing about.
"Oh no! My necklace!"
Yuko searched her neck for something that obviously wasn't there.
"What necklace?"
"The necklace the white Mokona and Syaoran-kun's group sent me for a late White Day present from the country of Hjinn! Find it now, dammit!"
"Now!" Maru cried.
"Now!" Moru chimed in.
So much for the obsessive Yuko… Watanuki thought, an irritated look on his face. Is she back to normal…? "I never noticed a necklace…" Watanuki muttered, searching around for the Yuko's lost possession. As he searched under the table, something large ran under his touch. He snatched it up in his fist, bringing it back to eyesight. Slowly opening his hand, a sparkling gem nearly blinded him. It was princess cut, set into an antique gold mold, linked on a long chain. "Its gorgeous, isn't it?" she said dreamily, Maru and Moru standing over her with sparking eyes. "Gorgeous! Gorgeous!" they chirped, clasping their hands together.
"Syaoran-kun, Sakura-chan, and Mokona-pi are so thoughtful. Steal it and you're dead."
Yuko played with the clamp on the necklace, clamping back around her neck. It flickered dangerously. Curious, Watanuki took the bottle of beer and a Mokona cookie from the tray, motioning it to Yuko. "Want some beer?" he asked smoothly, smiling faintly. Yuko jumped up, snatching the bottle from him. "Hell yeah I do!" she cheered, guzzling the whole bottle down. "Maru, Moru! Get the rest of the beer out of the fridge!"
"Yes mistress!" they giggled, skipping off.
Watanuki watched curiously as Yuko and Mokona downed eight cases of beer with ease. Once they hit the ninth, they were quite woozy. The pendant necklace glimmered menacingly, Yuko's eyes glossing over. "Nuuuuuki-pi! Heeeey hunny!" she cooed, shaking Watanuki. "Why haven't you drunk anything? Beer makes me feel so free!" Yuko thrust herself forward, floating around the room on Cloud 9. That has to be it… Watanuki thought to himself, sighing. But to be sure, he'd have to consult with Syaoran's group first. Both Mokona and Yuko were drunk, so how would it be possible?
This was going to be a long night.
