A/N: A little something created by a prompt from a friend on Livejournal.
Disclaimer: The Bombay does not own or is making money off of this. Please don't sue the Bombay especially those who are really, really rich with fancy layers who do own the rights to this series. I'm just playing in it.
Warnings: Shounen-ai if you really squint for it. Doumeki/Watanuki
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He was a planner by nature, routines and schedules were a constant in his life. Even when unknown variables and unexpected happenings brought upon by agreeing to the Witch's proposal were met with careful consideration and steadfast stubbornness of doing exactly what he set out to do. Even if that entail saving a hissing Watanuki Kimihiro from something he couldn't see and having his eardrums destroyed by the exuberant denial of any help being needed by the small figure.
Shizuka had planned and plotted every action and reaction when it came to his unexpected charge and fascination that gripped him with the dark, almost black blue eyes and endearing and frustrating attitude of helping others.
Yet at every turn and twist that Doumeki Shizuka thought he had planned and set for Watanuki was thwarted by another intriguing aspect of the spectrum known as the smaller boy's personality. It was a frustration as well as wonderful when learning how to push the edgy teens buttons in a way to garner a specific response. Something that could have kept him amused for years in anyone else.
Doumeki had quickly learned that subtlety and veiled interest were not enough when attempting to migrate the attention placed on Himawari to him outside of anger and annoyance.
At first he had planned and laid down a manner of means to pull the boys attention away from Himawari. Each time an unknown reaction would occur that would make everything come to naught or backfire.
It wasn't until he heard half mumbled denials coming from the person who had his fascination so completely that he finally remembered an old phrase he had heard once. A phrase soon forgotten as he cornered the thin figure into backtracking and slipping on his lies and denials as the blue, blue eyes looked up at him from under thick lashes and glass lenses.
The best laid plans will always fall apart for no amount of strategy will hold up to the unpredictability of reality.
