xxx-Holic
One-shot/Horror/Fantasy
PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I enjoy playing with them. Reviews hearted, flames accepted, and posted to my cupboards to be mocked and laughed at in the morning while making coffee.
Note: Un-beta'd due to none of my friends being writers, or knowing xxx-Holic at all.
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Watanuki…
Gently, fog lapped at his fevered skin, and Watanuki shifted minutely to better take in his surroundings. He wanted to panic, but somehow found his heart unable to beat faster. There was no adrenaline coursing through his veins. The waves of white continued to wash across his whole slender frame; their washing timed to some unheard heartbeat. But the rhythm was not Watanuki's. He remained placid, watching the white shift all around him. It felt much like a far shore of safety; unknown and foreign to his senses.
Watanuki…
The air pulsed and warmed his flesh; skin tingled merrily. Watanuki placed a hand against his forehead, allowing heavy eyelids to slide shut.
Where am I? How did I get here?
Watanuki, please…
Fatigue began to seep in from the rolling mists, through his skin, straight into his bones.
Why can't I move? Why don't I care?
A thin wisp of fog calmly wrapped itself around Watanuki's leg, tightening and tugging vaguely at the fabric. Another did the same about his wrist, and a third one caressed his neck.
With great effort, Watanuki opened his eyes to gaze icily at the intrusion. Each warm, feathered strand pulled dully until he felt his body begin to sink beneath the surface.
Still he could not panic.
Idiot, I can't follow you there…
And the chains are tighter now. They begin to burn cloth and skin alike wherever they touch. Knowing he is now too far below the fog, Watanuki does not bother to reach out above him. The air is becoming thicker, harder to breathe.
Am I going to die? The young man ponders this, still calm, and his vision blurs. Air in his lungs vanishes.
Silence.
No heartbeat.
But it is warm.
He is not sure, but perhaps he smells his father's cooking.
Watanuki…
-xxxHolic-
Yuko allowed a distant smile to form upon her lips. She rested her head on the arm of the davenport, and lazily put out her cigarette.
" You won't see the spirits. And… The spirits will no longer be attracted to your blood. Those were our terms. And once a price has been paid, it may not be refunded or exchanged."
Bold dialogue was taken right out of Volume One of xxxHolic.