When It Rains
by Doomed but Over It
Watanuki blinked, doing his best to ignore the awkward silence and Doumeki's staring.
"Would you...like to come in?" Watanuki said, because something must be said.
"Ah. Sure." Doumeki followed him in, back from whatever fantasy he was in. Watanuki pulled on his shirt and rushed off to the kitchen, his usual unrelenting movement slightly off kilter, like his rotation was being thrown off by this strange new planet in his solar system. Watanuki automaticallly put water for tea on. Tea for two, Watanuki corrected himself, filling the kettle even higher, til he almost thought he drowned the poor thing.
"Do you always do that?"
"EH?!?" Watanuki flailed, squelching the little bubbles that rose from his stomache at the sight of Doumeki leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
"Talk to your things like they are alive,"
The seer cursed his big mouth. "I DO NOT!"
Doumeki shrugged. "Whatever,"
Watanuki quickly grabbed on to this shred of normalcy. "DON'T YOU BLOW ME OFF LIKE THAT YOU JERK!"
"You'll wake the neighbors," So much for a shred of normalcy. Doumeki's stoic voice brought the circumstances crashing down on his head once again. Watanuki breathed in, and exhaled slowly, expelling all his exasperation.
"Goddamnit, Doumeki. It's too wet for this."
"I agree."
"..."
"I like black tea."
The wind forced willowy tree limbs across the thin windows like desperate fingers. Watanuki shivered despite himself, refusing to think of carnivorious hands.
In the absence of Watanuki's shrieks, they both found out how much they had to say to each other, and that they couldn't bring themselves to say it. Silence reigned supreme, king by default response.
Watanuki hated silence.
"Why did you come here anyway? Don't you have club activities." It was a statement, not a question, meant only to dethrone King Silence.
"You looked strange at school." Doumeki said, keeping his gaze firmly on his black tea, which was begining to tremble a little from the intensity of his stare.
"I'm fine," he said.
"You didn't...see anything?"
"That's not what you came to talk to me about, is it?" Watanuki asked, tiring of the endless games.
His reply startled Doumeki enough that his abandoned his torture of the tea and looked up.
"...No," he said, "its not."
Watanuki waited.
"Will you...go out with me?"
"..."
"I mean, if your not like that, then I understand, I wasn't, err. I'm not, but I just thought..." Doumeki started to babble. He stared, shocked at himself.
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes. I, Watanuki Kimihiro, will go out with you, Doumeki Shizuka."
"Are you sure?"
"YES! But you're treating."
"Oh. Okay. Right." Was Watanuki imagining things or was that a trace of pink on the archer's cheeks?
"So...How about Friday? At six? I'd pick you up."
"Sure."
Doumeki stood, uncertainly, and keeping his eyes on the floor, shuffled out, leaving his tea half full.
Watanuki waited until he heard the faint snick of the sliding door shut, before he doubled over with laugher. Doumeki was BLUSHING!! When the hysterics passed, Watanuki was left with a slight smile on his face as he began tidying. Well, he thought, this didn't turn out too bad, for an awful drizzy cold grey night.
Humor me. I am writing this for my own benefit, and possibly for the The Optimistic Pessimest. So read if you want to, flame if you don't.
Love,
Doomed
and back by popular demand
KNSI
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