Wow, I haven't updated this one in a while. Just felt like it, that's all. I don't really think I'll still be adding on after this, just had a sudden inspiration. Might continue this tangent, if you like it and I feel like it.
It was going to be one of those days. Doumeki might not be able to See as entirely as Watanuki, but he could tell when something big was being hidden from him. Such as, say, when a random cat leaps onto their kitchen table with the imperious air of someone who knows they own the place. He studied Watanuki's actions regarding the cat while pretending to ignore such a rude animal and behaving as if everything was normal. He'd perfected that art as a teenager, when he was first walking around with a boy who was always jumping at perfectly normal sounds or having difficulty walking down the street normally (he'd often ended up crawling).
"Kimihiro." He said softly when they were laying on the porch, the smaller man's head on his lap. The cat had retreated to the doorway. It knew better than to touch him, and that alarmed him. The sentient ones were always dangerous.
Watanuki shifted towards him, eyes opening and blinking a few times in the morning sun. He smiled softly as Doumeki ruffled his hair and asked quietly, "Do I need to be worried at the fact that we suddenly have a cat?" Watanuki's eyes crinkled at the edges.
"No. Our deal is only relevant if he leaves you and I safe at the end of this, unharmed." Doumeki nodded, happy that Watanuki had included himself in the promise.
The cat hissed when Doumeki's eyes passed over him on the way to the beautiful weeping willow they'd planted a few years ago. According to Watanuki, the tree did wonders to their friendly spirit population, even causing some to defend their yard from the others, the ones that wanted to eat him and possibly Doumeki, if they could figure out how to swallow him without being exorcised.
A week later, a thin, starved-looking girl walked up to the front gate and the cat leaped right into her arms, purring loudly. Doumeki thought he saw a flicker of something, a child's body, before Watanuki calmly and quietly covered his eyes with a palm. By the time he'd pulled it away, the girl was crying in the walkway and the cat was gone. Doumeki didn't bother questioning it. Everything Kimihiro did was for a reason, even being with him.
Strange? Corny? Let me have it, people. I need constructive criticism.
I like this story and this pairing, so I kind of like to write on this every once in a while. I, personally, like this chapter.