Chapter 4 : He is lovesick. Isn't he?

Warning: malexmale pairing, YAOI

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Summary:

Doumeki's endeavor to winning his crush heart is a long winding road that he is more likely to crashed and burned.

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Doumeki himself is surprise by his own answer. He did thought about it, this morning and he even considers getting help from a certain witch on how to accosts Watanuki but this is the first time that he admits it vocally. So, he is really doing this then. Damn.

"You look like you're about to vomit." Fuji says next to him.

The bells had signaled the end of school ten minutes ago while the class is mostly empty. He is still here provided that he is the class monitor he has to make sure no one skips on the cleaning duty. Fuji leans on the window and keep eye on the students on cleaning duty so they won't try to escape. He glances through the window when something caught his eye in the form of a tall, black haired familiar figure crossing the school compound below. He watches as the trio, Doumeki, the strange boy Watanuki and Kunogi regroup at the school gate.

He smirks. someone like doumeki is in tragic love triangle. It interesting to watch. The boy Watanuki is looking at Kunogi who is laughing while he is smiling widely himself and then Doumeki who is not smiling but his expression soften. He looks around cautiously like he is expecting a bus to appear around the corner and run them down or something that equally bad which is really strange to him as a spectator. He never thought Doumeki as a pessimist person. Doumeki who show up on a competition day with bandaged arm and convinced the archery instructor that he can still compete with injured arm.

His friend did seem very serious when he talks about his object of affection earlier. He smiles when he remember their conversation.

"Oh, you do like him. The girls was right after all." Fuji says in realization. Doumeki didn't deny it after all Fuji is kinda his best friend.

"...but the two of you aren't together."

"Yet." Doumeki blurts out.

Doumeki had boldly declare that he is going to do something to change that. He wishes Doumeki good luck in his endeavor of wooing his crush because seriously from what he can see. Doumeki didn't stand much of a chance because the boy seem to be infatuated with the Kunogi girl.

Fuji walks down the hallway and hold his laughter when he hears the girls wail and talking animatedly how it is unfair that Doumeki choose a weirdo a boy over one of them.

He is not stupid to laugh outright because the girls have not been in right mind since weeks and really, he does not want to be skinned alive.

"So, this is me". Himawari says when the reaches the junction where the road splits into two. Watanuki sighs.

"It is really a shame that Himawari-chan can't come."

Himawari smiles. "You should go to the cafe with Doumeki-kun and eat a lot of delicious cake on my behalf".

"Ah, I'll buy some and bring it to school tomorrow. Then, we can have them together". Watanuki says sounding pleased that he has found a solution to the problem.

"I'll look forward to tomorrow's lunch period". "Bye doumeki-kun and Watanuki-kun. See you tomorrow", the girl waves before jogging down the road.

"Okay, spit it out already."

"What?" Doumeki asks looking at the ghost-seeing boy who has stop walking. He has his arm crossed and tapping his foot impatiently. "You've been acting strange the whole day. You hardly says anything."

Doumeki lifts his eyebrow at him in answer. He is not a conversationalist. Watanuki knows that. He was the one keep complaining that all he ever do is grunt as an answer. Why it is still an issue?

Watanuki rolls his eyes."Yeah, it's not like you usually talks a lot but still there's the eyebrow talk and caveman grunting or snide remarks."

"I just have something on my mind."

"Is it Himawari?"

"NO." Is the stupid boy still on his theory? That the only reason Doumeki is hanging out with them because he likes Himawari-chan, and he's trying to steal her from right under his nose because he sure hopes not. He'd thoughts they're passed that.

"So, it is Himawari."

Doumeki snorts in disbelieve. Didn't he just said no? The boy must have selective hearing.

"It is bothering you.."Watanuki paused and think his word carefully.

"...that you know that-she still hangs around with us?"

"I'm not gonna stop being friends with her." Watanuki says quickly and peered up his companion face. Doumeki looks constipate. He usually look constipated but today just more than usual.

"No, it doesn't bother me. She's a friend." What bothering me? Is you, liking her. He couldn't say that to the boy. he wouldn't wantto scares him away. Yeah, that is it. It is not because he is afraid the boy would reject him.

Hearing those words makes Watanuki feels relieve. So, if it is not about Himawari. Watanuki thought back about what happened this morning. The archer had been uncharacteristically quiet in the morning too. Stealing glances at him when he thinks Watanuki isn't looking and also that smirks when Watanuki's had questioned his behavior. The smirks that make shiver run down his spine and you know what else makes shiver run down his spine. Take a wild guess. It is ayakashi and spirits. Evil, malicious ayakashis and spirits that is out to get him whether to simply maimed or killed him. Doesn't matter either.

Spirits make him shivers and Doumeki's smirks this morning makes him shivers. It concludes to Doumeki is planning something diabolically evil. That is just logic. HIS logic. So, it does apply.

"I was right this morning. Aren't I? When I said that you're planning something." Watanuki accused.

The archer looks annoyed. "I'm not planning anything", the boy groused.

"Well, I don't believe you." Watanuki says flippantly. He wasn't even serious but Doumeki flinched like his words hurt him.

Watanuki feels bad about it. "Y-you know I don't really mean that".

The archer looks at him, eyes softening before looking straight ahead.

Watanuki wonders when did he learns to read the archer so well. That he can tell the archer emotion with a slight shift of face muscles.

Okay, maybe Doumeki doesn't have an evil plan under his sleeves. Maybe, it was something down the line of, request a complicated out of season dish. Roped him into helping with the chores at the temple. Something innocent, not really evil kind of thing.

"I wouldn't say it is nothing because I know you.", Watanuki admitted.

Watanuki had known the boy quiet sometime now. They went through a lot together and he is getting better, and better at reading Doumeki's body language. Right now his body language is telling Watanuki that the archer is hiding something from him.

Doumeki feels his chest weirdly constrict and his beats a tad faster at Watanuki sincere words. That he knows him enough to notice something is wrong.

"What are you after?"Watanuki asks. His mismatched eyes shinning curiously.

YOU. Doumeki mind unconsciously answer for him. Doumeki groans internally and rub his temples. Yeah, he knows already. He likes Watanuki. He is going to pursue him. So, can his brain stops trying to remind him at every seconds. The only consolation is he hadn't say it out a loud.

Watanuki steps in front of him all of sudden, his fast reflexes were the only thing stopping his from colliding into Watanuki. The boy had his hand on Doumeki's temples while his other hand on his own forehead. Doumeki just stares bemusedly. Watanuki's face scrunches in concentration.

"Are you coming down with something?" He asks innocently.

Doumeki knows where the other boy thought went. Watanuki thought, he is sick because he is acting strange. Well, he is not sick. He is perfectly healthy. Except for feeling sick in the stomach that persists after the conversation he had with Fuji in the class. It is lovesick. Isn't it? He had caught what people dubs as love bug.

"I'm not sick." Doumeki says wrapping his hands around Watanuki's wrist and pulling the boy's hand from his temples, gently. The boy wrist is so small that Doumeki thinks he could probably hold the boy both wrist with just one hand. As soon as the words sinks in, Doumeki blushes red.

"Are you sure?" Watanuki asks voice full with concern. Doumeki swallowed realizing how close they are standing to each other. So close that he can feels heats that radiate from Watanuki's lithe body and his lips just inches away from him.

Oh god. Doumeki thought as he stares at the boy soft looking, totally kissable lips. Watanuki must have caught him staring because now they are locked in staring competition.

Watanuki cupped his face with his both hands before leaning closer. Nervously, Doumeki leans toward the other boy.

"You're face is a little red and feels a little warm".

Doumeki snapped out and jerk away from the boy touch. He realizes Watanuki was just checking his temperature again but he had thought at that split second Watanuki was going to kiss him and he almost went for it.

Watanuki looks a little alarmed. "Are you sure, you are okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine". Doumeki said flatly. No, he isn't fine. At all.

Now that he is aware of his feelings everything about Watanuki entice him. His big doe eyes, his sharp nose, his full pink lips, his tiny wrists, long pale neck and his fair soft looking skin that turn red easily when he is angry or blushes, lastly his soft messy hair that look like he has just tumble out of bed. His mind being so helpful as this late conjure up an image of his running his hair through the boy hair making it messier as he thrust in to the urgently bringing them both into climaxing and when he is done. The boy would look like this hair messy sweats glistening on his skin.

Watanuki stares at the archer who is staring at him in daze. Has the heat really gotten to his head?

"Hey. I just ask you a question."

"What?"

"It is really hot. I'm thirsty and I think you could use a drink. Can we stop at the little shop at that corner there so we can get some drinks?"

Watanuki didn't bother to way for his reply he just jogged right up to the shop leaving Doumeki to stare at the boy round cute butt that jiggles. with every steps.

Fuck. Doumeki curse in his head as he feel his cock twitch in interest. Thanks to his over active mind and stimulating visual Watanuki provided for him. Doumeki did not imagine what Watanuki's butt would looked like without the pants. He did not. A lie. Maybe. A middle-age woman give him a nasty look at him as if she can read his thoughts and shakes her head disapprovingly.

Doumeki can't even bring himself to feel self-conscious. His eyes is transfixed onto a certain 'part' of Watanuki's body. He made no move whatsoever to catch up to the boy, enjoying the delectable view.