Ch. 4

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Well. I'm starting to think some of you guys didn't read ch. 3….

sunshineandmoonlight: darlin, please. ALL authors have a sadistic side. And :D muahaha you shall have to read to find out! :D

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A/N: ROFL did you guys catch the whole "great eyes" joke last chapter? Hahaha funny stuff man. I swear I crack myself up. Also for some reason chapter 3 didn't get posted when I put it on there oh…2ish…1ish weeks ago? Idk I lost count(I know I did tho). and i am sooooo sorry for not posting this on time...i've had a buttload of homework and i had no time at all to update. so! here ya'll are!

Oh. Reminder: Reviews = happy author and faster updates! :D

Anyway. Warnings: An angry Watanuki. Nuff said.

ONWARD!

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Watanuki shifted on his feet. His hair and other things that had been changed were back to normal. And the same spell wouldn't be usable for about another month or so. He didn't know why, but appearance spells were odd like that.

He was quite perplexed as to what to do. He really wanted to see Himawari, but he knew Syaoran and the pirate crew were still at the bar. He couldn't avoid him forever. Still, Watanuki had made up his mind to not be involved with Syaoran. To let him be free.

It was decided. He'd go to work at Yuuko's, stay late, and return home well past closing hours. He may not be able to avoid Syaoran forever, but he sure as hell was going to avoid him for as long as possible.

The workday was slow. He didn't have very many chores to do, and Yuuko was being undemanding. For once. He swore that woman was being this way on purpose. Just to make him go see his twin. Well, too bad for her, because he was staying. Whether she liked it or not, and that was final.

Yuuko sighed. This was probably about the fifth time Watanuki had cleaned the kitchen.

"Watanuki. Scrub this place anymore and the next thing that comes off the sponge will be tile."

He groaned. "Yuuko-san. Why are you being so reasonable today?"

Yuuko smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression you wanted me to be reasonable."

"Any other time than this. I know you're doing it on purpose, Yuuko-san," Watanuki whined.

Yuuko smiled big and said cheerily, "Just go see him already! The sooner you get it over with the sooner he can be on his way."

He sighed. "I doubt he'll leave when he finally meets me. Syaoran will definitely want to stay."

"Anyone would, wouldn't they? He's your brother after all."

Watanuki didn't reply to that. Instead, he picked up a duster and headed for the storage room.

"Wait." Yuuko commanded.

Watanuki froze and turned to face her.

"Maru, Moro, please remove Watanuki from the shop."

Watanuki eyes enlarged to the size of saucers. And with that he was thrown out of the shop.

"Thanks, Yuuko. Glad to see you understand." He whispered icily.

He rose from where his butt was planted firmly on the hard ground, replaced his fallen "blind-man glasses", and walked grumpily away from the shop.

The roads at this time were always busy. The cobblestone clacked beneath his feet with very step he took. Women and children walked hurriedly by, probably on some urgent errand. He knew this road would eventually pass the docks, so he purposely took the longer route that went through the town market.

Not such a bright idea, as it turns out.

He collided with a tall man with dark hair cut short.

Shit.

The second to last person he didn't want to see. Doumeki.

Watanuki, being as light as he was, fell on his butt. Great. His darkened lenses were at the very tip of his nose, crooked, and came off of one ear. He moaned inwardly. This was just not his day.

He stood, brushed himself off, while Doumeki stood there like an idiot.

Watanuki pushed the frames back up. He glared at Doumeki.

"Excuse me, oaf." He hissed.

Doumeki deadpanned. "You should watch where you're going."

Watanuki bristled. For crying out loud, he was "blind" how in the hell is he supposed to "watch" anything?!

He gritted his teeth. "Sorry for being blind," he growled.

Doumeki lifted a brow, a tiny miniscule centimeter, before it rested back in place.

"You're the blind man?"

Watanuki trembled with rage. He hadn't technically met him before, and being "blind" he would never have exactly seen him either.

"No," his voice dripped with sarcasm, "I'm the homeless one. Of course I'm blind, idiot!"

Doumeki nodded absently and grabbed Watanuki's wrist.

"Huh? W-wait! What—what are you doing, oaf?!" Doumeki dragged Watanuki down the street.

When Watanuki finally realized where they were headed, he struggled even more.

"Damnit, you overgrown lug, let me go!" He pulled and yanked, but alas Doumeki was much too strong for Watanuki.

Doumeki gripped tighter.

"Damn you! LET GO!"

They were nearing the bar now. Watanuki could smell the booze on the wind. He sighed and gave up resisting. They were here already. It's not like he could r—the grip on his hand loosened.

Watanuki smiled devilishly. With one hard yank, Watanuki was free. He spun around and took off at full speed ahead. Doumeki chased after him, of course, he was slowly gaining on Watanuki.

Watanuki skidded to a halt and dashed into an alleyway. It wasn't a path he often took, but he at least had a vague idea. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, it started raining.

Watanuki was jogging, because it was simply too dangerous to be running around in mud. He fell anyway. He slipped, landed on his back, had the breath knocked out of him, and his glasses went flying. He stood slowly and began fast walking down the alley. He'd heard Doumeki not far behind.

He cursed. His terrible sight made everything blurry. He could barely see five feet in front of him. Watanuki walked into a pole. Scratch that. He could barely see three feet in front of him.

Watanuki felt around for anything. A wall, ladder, pole—anything that might help him identify where he was.

A chill crawled up his back. He knew now. He had mistakenly taken a wrong turn somewhere. Now, he was in the mafia's territory. He sensed people surrounding him. Not good. He took a step back. One man from behind him grabbed hold of an arm. Watanuki yelped in surprise.

"Hey…isn't this the blind dude?"

"Yeah…what you doin here, man?"

"Uh…I got lost." Watanuki mumbled timidly.

The gangsters guffawed. "You believe it, the blind man here actually got lost!"

One of the men facing Watanuki waved a hand in front of his face.

"See that, cripple?"

Actually, he hadn't. But he didn't want to say anything to egg them on, so he kept quiet.

The man who had waved his hand backed up and laughed.

"Listen, bastard, Boss said if we ever found ourselves a cripple we should bring em home, understand?"

Watanuki rolled his eyes. Figures. Always pickin' on the weaker man. What was wrong with people these days? No manners at all.

"Good for you. Can I go now?" Probably not the best thing to say to men who wanted to kidnap you…

The man who waved exploded and grabbed Watanuki around the neck, choking him.

"Fuck you," the man spat.

Watanuki gasped and coughed. He managed to pull together two grunted words with a twisted smile: "Nice talk." He snickered.

The man squeezed harder, enraged. "Asshole…you're really asking for it, you know," the man growled.

"Ugh—hah—LET GO." The words came out strangled and weak. Suddenly, being reunited with his brother didn't seem quite as bad.

Growling came from behind Watanuki and he wondered what it was…

"Let. Him. Go." A furious hiss demanded.

Watanuki's eyes widened in recognition; he'd know that annoyingly stoic voice anywhere.

"D-Dou…meki…" Watanuki choked, tears brimming on the lower lids.

This spited Doumeki further, seeing as the other male instantly drew his sword.

"Release him." His was voice dark, cold, and very intimidating.

The gangster, surprisingly, released Watanuki to his feet, but collapsed to the ground gasping and coughing, holding his throat tenderly.

Doumeki rushed over and inspected his wounds. Then, unexpectedly, he took Watanuki's chin between his forefinger and thumb and stared deep into his eyes. Watanuki blushed.

"Your eyes…hmm…they're pretty."

Watanuki's blush deepened and he began sputtering.

"Wh-wha-what? N-no they're n-not!" He denied, flabbergasted.

Doumeki smirked. "How well can you see?" he asked, now concerned.

"Uh…right now? Not at all…why?"

Doumeki frowned. "Tch. You've been running blind for that long?"

"What? I've been running blind this whole damn time!"

Doumeki growled and picked up the mage bridal-style.

"O-oi! Wh-What! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Carrying you." He replied simply.

"I know that! But WHY?!"

"You're blind."

"…" Watanuki just didn't have anything to say to that. How unfortunate, he grumbled to himself.

"…" The silence dragged on.

"Why did you come after me?" Watanuki asked as he was carried down the damp and narrow alleyway back to his shop.

"…Because Syaoran deserves to see his brother."

Watanuki gritted his teeth. A shadow fell across his face. "It'd be better…better if he didn't."

Doumeki looked down at the pale man in his arms. "Why?"

"…He…because he also deserves to be free."

Doumeki stared at him for a long time, not understanding his words. From then on it seemed that there walk would be in silence, until they reached the door of his pub.

"I found your glasses." Doumeki then took it upon himself to gently slide the dark lenses on to his nose.

Watanuki blushed as bright as a red tomato. Doumeki, for once, found himself smiling. It was small and barely noticeable, but a smile it was. And it looked gorgeous on him, even if Watanuki wouldn't admit it to the taller man.

"I'll let you down now."

"Finally," Watanuki mumbled.

Doumeki smirked and opened the door. All chatter ceased at their arrival. Syaoran, unfortunately, was present. He stood and stared at Watanuki with disbelief in his eyes.

Watanuki gave him a painful smile. "Hey. Syaoran-kun."

Syaoran was away from the chair and hugging Watanuki before you could say "move".

Watanuki, surprised, raised his arms. But, he didn't know if he should return the embrace. It'd been so long…and he couldn't resist anymore. He hugged his twin back.

Syaoran squeezed Watanuki tighter, as if to make sure he was actually there and not some sort of dream.

"Kimihiro. Kimihiro." Syaoran breathed. It sounded as if he were on the verge of tears. Watanuki smiled gently.

"You've grown so tall, Syaoran-kun."

Syaoran laughed with tears in his eyes. "Of course! But you still got taller somehow…little brother." He whispered jokingly.

"Haha! Indeed I did." The two pulled away and locked eyes with each other; they had a lot of catching up to do.

"Kimi…are you really blind?" Syaoran asked, concerned.

"Only in one eye. The other one is really weak by itself, though."

Syaoran sighed in relief, but it was mild. After all, being blind in one eye still meant he was blind. Even if only just partially.

Over the next several hours Syaoran and Watanuki got up to date with each other's lives. Syaoran told him of life at the sea, all the adventures he'd been on, and how…he'd met somebody. Naturally, Watanuki already knew of the lucky lady: Sakura. Watanuki told him his secret of actually being the owner under the condition that Syaoran tell nobody. Once they finally knew enough about each other, they parted ways with the promise that they'd definitely talk more tomorrow.

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A/N: yippee~ done! Though this one was probably shorter than the others…oh well… Now….*smiles maliciously* who wants some KuroFai? :D

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