A/n: I usually write fics in third person, so this is me going back to my safe, square comfort zone. Although for some reason, this chapter gave me some trouble. I guess muse Doumeki just wants center stage. Geez, who'd have known he was such an attention hog. And he still gets center stage since I focused only on his thoughts. Although I don't think those things are going to matter much when you read the first sentence. Hehehehe:)

He was currently not looking up ways to cure Watanuki of the curse, but somehow pining him up against his bedroom wall and fucking him.

This morning he had woken up early enough, went to the storage area, collected the books he thought he could carry on account of the others being old, and fragile, and expensive and irreplaceable and arrived at Watanuki's with a prompt knock and an empty stomach.

It still didn't explain how he was in this current position with Watanuki, but he was getting to that.

Watanuki had let him in and they'd walked up the stairs quietly because the family was still sleeping. Watanuki had taken some of his load away and was going through it with a flipping gaze. Hmming' here and there and chucking books at his head, because this one didn't have the answer in it and "how the hell were they supposed to find his exact curse and the exact method in which to cure it, when they couldn't even find anything about spiders…and what the hell…is this the prequel to the Kama Sutra!"

He knew Watanuki was just getting on his case because the boy still felt validated for his choice. Even though he had agreed to help out, it didn't mean he was going to be optimistic about it, and believe him when he said Watanuki was being far from optimistic.

"It just seems impossible," he'd said, as he flipped the book sideways and tried to examine a picture that looked quite innocuous right side up, but sideways looked inappropriately like something else.

"You nasty pervert. Why did you bring this book in here?" Now Watanuki was flinging the supposed precursor to the Kama Sutra at his head, and when he had gotten a look at the picture, it didn't seem all that bad too him. "And why did you give me that note? What's wrong with you?" Watanuki hissed under his breath at him like a cat.

Watanuki suddenly had the note in question in his hands and had slammed it down on the table in front of them. "Seriously, I want to know what the hell is wrong with you?" Watanuki questioned, looking disturbed and curious at the same time.

"Read me what you can't do then." He said, because his list seemed simple enough.

Watanuki blushed and was then sputtering and crinkling the note in his hands even more.

"Everything!"

"Well give me some examples." He asked again, which made Watanuki flush up to his forehead. He took the note from the boy and looking it over read them out loud.

"Number one. Bake a cake…I don't see what's wrong with this one?" He said plainly, which he knew drove Watanuki nuts.

"Oh and the whole 'put lots of whip cream on it' doesn't factor in, does it?"

He cut Watanuki off and watched the boy twist his fists in his hair, "Number two. Don't wear any underwear." He said without a trace of embarrassment and Watanuki looked at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Are you serious?" Watanuki said, shaking his head and putting a hand up to his forehead.

"Well, are you wearing any underwear?" He asked to make it clear that he was.

Watanuki was so flabbergasted that he hadn't answered back, which was fine with him since he was moving on.

"Number three. Sex." Well, it only made sense that he'd put this down, since his previous request had asked for no underwear."

Watanuki was still staring at him liked he'd lost his mind. "I can't believe people don't see the…type of person you really are. If they only knew…"

"Number four. Have sex with Doumeki." He blatantly said, because he had to make it extremely clear, or Watanuki might try to get out on a default. He'd even made room for a signed signature.

Right now in the space, in Watanuki's handwriting, the boy had scribbled across in angry kanji, "Fuck you!" Which to him was kind of like consent.

Watanuki had snatched the note from his hands, ripped it into tiny, possibly microscopic pieces and then stepped on it for emphasis.

"My answer." He said smugly.

Well…he could wait if Watanuki was going to be such a prick about it.

He handed the smaller boy another book to look through, which resulted in them a minute later squabbling about these books sucking and what do you mean, "Feed me."

"Can you wait a minute?" Watanuki had said, getting up from his cushion and walking over to his futon. Doumeki, rising from his seat as well, walked over and sat down against the wall facing Watanuki's futon. He made himself comfortable.

Watanuki was folding his sheets, the motions of his hands elegant, even when he appointed himself with such a mundane task. The other boy could be completely awkward most of the time, but when he wasn't being a spaz, when he wasn't being self-conscious, and loud, and instead focusing on a task, Doumeki had always found the boy's motions elegant, cordial even.

His long limbs carrying a natural grace that made him a sight to behold, even when he was folding sheets. His quietness adding even more to the beauty of the picture and making Doumeki wonder if Watanuki had any idea how attractive he was.

Girls noticed Watanuki. Although he seemed to attract the…stranger ones—and he meant that in the nicest possibly way—since Kunogi was friends with Watanuki. She hadn't been scared off by his intense personality, which had to say a lot about the girl's strength of character or her…denseness. He wasn't sure which, since Kunogi was the only person other than Watanuki that he couldn't read. Well…her and Yuko-san, although he didn't think the older woman counted, as she seemed to be one of those universal mysteries that didn't have one definite, true answer to them.

Which brought him back to his opinion that Watanuki was always surrounded by the most…interesting—and he meant that in the nicest way possibly—women he had ever come across.

The Zashiki Warashi was definitely not your run of the mill girl meets boy crush. She had definitely dispelled any type of normalness with that first impression and what an impression it had been, although her crush on Watanuki had made it so easy to see the girl behind all that magic and mysticism.

The fact that a spirit revered for its pureness had been caught by Watanuki's veiled charms, his beauty, his concealed moments of delicate grace and his kind words just further proved his point. That Watanuki, even though he was the spaz of the century, had the strangest way of drawing people towards him and keeping them there.

He didn't think he was stating an opinion when he called Watanuki beautiful.

He was just…a beautiful person.

Which brought him to yet another point that had been coagulating in his brain for as long as he'd known the other boy.

Why were ghosts so attracted to Watanuki's mere presence, that they would claw over their graves, over each other and nasty retribution just to touch him, to slither over him, to pull at him and hold him down?

Was it just the blood flowing through his veins?

Or was it something more? His parents had never been haunted like this. His grandfather had even said that when the haunting was happening in Watanuki's house, it had been solely focused on him.

So then why was it just Watanuki? What was it that made Watanuki so irresistible that ghosts would face Yuko-san just to get to him? That they would even face him, with his own spiritual powers, his own blood like salt and vinegar on their fathom wounds and Watanuki's, the soothing balm.

"You like Oyakodon…but you would probably rather it with salmon and ikura, ne?" Watanuki said with a little smirk that subtly summed up his need to use a different route whenever he asked for prepared meals. Watanuki was smoothing his hand over his futon and then looking him in the eyes, his smile having lost the curbed corner and now softer, prettier, more thoughtful.

It hit Doumeki, right at that moment, why the avenging ghosts, the spirits, the troubled people and all their sins came after Watanuki. Why powerful guardians like the pipe fox, the Zashiki Warashi, and even that kind kitsune vendor with his son. Why that dead woman, who had yearned for a son and had found one in Watanuki could not help but be pulled towards the boy.

"I could always make you something else if you don't want that. I have some left over zaru soba in my fridge. I made more than enough for Yuko-san yesterday, but she'd ended up changing her mind at the last minute."

Plainly put, Kimihiro Watanuki was a saint. Even when he was yelling his head off at you and being a complete ass—to him—he was still holding onto that aspect of his personality that was giving and sweet and made the Buddhist priests he had seen conversing with his grandfather look like horrible sinners.

Watanuki was so kind to people, to complete strangers. Always wanting to help, to rescue, to bring peace to others, even at the cost of his own comfort and health.

Watanuki was…

"Are you okay?" Watanuki, crawling over his futon stopped right in front of him, his head cocked to the side curiously as he continued to watch him with his one eye and the most sincere look he had ever seen on…anyone.

He was standing up by the time Doumeki could realize what was happening, his mind racing with questions, wondering if it was even possible to fall in love with someone all over again, even when you'd already fallen so hard the first time, that you couldn't even stand up straight afterwards.

And so, it was from this train of thought that he had ended up with Watanuki in their current position.

Watanuki, clinging to his back and whispering to him in that tender voice to not make too much noise, to consider where they were, to not stop.

His legs had practically buckled from under him at the sound of those words, until he was sliding them both to the floor, Watanuki's back still pressed against the wall, still straddling his waist and him sitting down on his shins.

"After…" he said distracted by Watanuki's mouth, "I'll find…something. I'll find a way to get your eye back." His fingers had found the two strings that kept the thin piece of gauze in place over Watanuki's eye, had eased in under and snapped it over his ear so he was now looking into the lucid eye. The warm, inviting blue of his other eye contrasting in such a way that made him want to dispel this curse even more.

Something within him, at that moment had compelled him to place a kiss on the eyelid of that sightless eye. He was promising himself, that no matter what the consequences, no matter his methods and his pride, he was going to get Watanuki's eye back, even if it killed him.

A/n: In holic fashion, here are the definitions:

1.Oyakodon (Oyako Domburi)
Mother and Child Domburi
The name of this popular domburi dish comes from its two main ingredients, chicken and egg. Very rarely, a domburi with salmon and ikura (salmon eggs) may also be called Oyakodo

2.Soba noodles: Made of buckwheat and wheat flour, as thick as spaghetti and prepared in various hot and cold dishes. Most basic soba dish is zaru soba in which boiled, cold soba noodles are eaten with a soya based dipping sauce. (tsuyu)

Definitions taken from some website that I can't remember.