A/N: i don't own XXXHoLiC...just this fic. I also saw the clip this happen but I don't watch the anime so I made it up as I went along. Comment if you know what really happened in this scene :S This will be short 3 shot. Hopefully. And to add on to this-WOAH MAMA. I've never gotten this many emails and alerts before for something I posted almost half a day ago! 0.o Thank you guys for the alerts and reviews! I wasn't planning to update for a week seeing as I was supposed to have band practice today -_- unfortunately her dad didn't know that and my friend and I don't have much in common so I was pretty much writing this as we did absolutely nothing. Thank you anyways! And as for the slap scene, you have Kuroshitsuji to blame for that. Familiar anybody? And the song belongs to me and is mine :p

If the ring fits

All Watanuki could do stare at was at that blue velvet box in disbelief and the sight of a panting Doumeki on his knees and the determined look on his face.

And the ring. His father's wedding ring worn on Doumeki's left hand on that godforsaken finger.

Rage,confusion, and affection welled up in the seer. He was torn between brutally assaulting the archer and bear hugging him then, arms,legs,tingling for contact. Watanuki's eyes darkened with inward turmoil raging like a snow storm behind his eyes. As Doumeki lifted his brass tinted eyes, gleaming with determination. He made his decision. Eyed darkening with inward turmoil as the archer stood up slowly, eyes never leaving his.

The archer was greeted with a harsh slap in the face. The box almost slipping through his fingers before his nails clawed for it desperately stumbling back in mute shock. The seer eye's were clouded-and furious. His fiery blue eyes looked at him icily, trailing downwards to his left hand which clutched the ring box and the wedding ring shone in all it's golden glory, almost as if taunting Watanuki cruelly. Shizuka felt himself pale as he looked down following the spirit magnet's eyes to the wedding ring. He had forgotten to take it off when Hinata had fitted it on him at the store. "I can explain-"

"Explain what?" his authoritive voice asked, all tiredness and exhaustian no longer apparent on his worn alabaster face, now pink with anger. "Explain what? How you want to mess with my life and shove it in my face? And have the nerve-" he took his taller friend's wrist and glared madly at his ring. "To wear my father's wedding ring? What do you want from me?" his authoritative facade began to crack at the word wedding, each word growing sadder,and more broken with each syllable. Guiltily the archer watched as his friend did something worse than burst into tears. He withheld them."I hate you! I wish I had never met you!" with that heart breaking proclamation, the box was torn from his hand and the door was shut, locked, and dead-bolted in his face. His expression wore so many emotions that it appeared as if there weren't any. The archer, protector ,studious, responsible, and capable Doumeki knew the importance and meaning behind words. His ears went deaf,his throat as dry as sawdust, and blinded by a film in his eyes that grew hotter and hotter with each ragged breath. He started to walk away with no destination until he quickened his pace, a strangled sound ripped through his throat like a dying moose. All he wanted was to see that radiant smile but was given the opposite. Yes that's right.

Doumeki Shizuka was crying. And his face hurt like hell.

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The sweet musky scent perfumed the air and multiplied in the form of lavender clouds. The witch stared unseeingly with numb burgundy eyes towards some paperwork. She stared at the clumps of paper before sighing and pushing off the lounge chair as she proceeded to run her expensive pen easily along each sheet of thick yellowed paper with forged signatures, with the legible but illegible penmanship that looked very much like Shizuka's usual scrawl, or what she often saw of it. Unfortunately,contrary to popular belief, everyone she met assumed she was the invincible, almighty Yuuko Ichihara, The witch of many names. That Yuuko was, but she was human. She couldn't read minds and got many of her tasks done for her through favors and bartering. So she used her already limited knowledge of Doumeki to direct him to his already pre-determined fate. After all, with enough convincing anybody could appear like a fortune teller by asking very general questions and letting the rest flow out through your client like lava from a volcanoe. However, that didn't mean that psychics did not exist. Or what would her dear old friend be? She did have a gift, and so did Yuuko.

With enough common sense, which Doumeki had, he went to Yuuko after he bought the rings, looking very awkward. Something was not right, and she could tell by the ring fixated onto his wedding finger. She simply smirked at him, and any adult who was old enough to go into business that by the faintly embarrassed look on his face, and age of the papers that he was caught in a very old predicament. Before he even spoke she began to explain. "Pass it over here. The paperwork is old from more than years ago, and because of where the rings were originally sold, you are bring accused of theft because the business is falling out and not recognized by your bank and therefore you need my help. Oh- and this is for Watanuki." she looked up and wore the all knowing smile. She was completely bullshitting from her mouth something she read in a book, but the archer simply nodded like she had known from before. Yuuko really irked herself sometimes at her accuracy and wondered when the day would come where she was caught in a lie.

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The only light illuminating his apartment was the full moon outside. The spirit magnet had his arms tucked under his knees, which were pulled to his chest on the usually blueberry colored couch, now darkened to a near black in the dark. His azzurro campanula colored eyes simply stared at the ring box that the bastard had planned to give him. He had been so caught up in his anger of Doumeki wearing that ring that he hadn't given him the benefit of explaining how he had gotten them in the first place and why he was wearing it. It could have been a coincidence, but all the same it made him hate himself as he replayed that intense moment back in his head.

The archer was greeted with a harsh slap in the face.

"Explain what?How you want to mess with my life and shove it in my face? And have the nerve-"

"To wear my father's wedding ring? What do you want from me?"

He had to close his eyes in pain at his last words. He had probably lost his only real friend besides Himawari and thought of how horrible his accusations were, and how the temple brat had just taken it. Suddenly it all clicked into place. The sarcasm and question of the description of the rings, and the vision had added up. All Doumeki had wanted to do was help, and his way of thanking him was a slap in the face and a declaration of hate. He had probably spent a lot of money getting them back from wherever he had found them.

"I hate you! I wish I had never met you!"

He screwed his eyes shut tighter and covered his ears chanting the words 'shut up' like a mantra. As if the two words alone could ward off the guilt of what he had done. He rocked back and forth on the rough indigo couch with very small, almost non-existent tears springing to his eyes at the loss of his friend. When a particular image of Doumeki looking like someone had kicked his puppy worked its way into his head he crushed his temples in his two feeble hands. "SHUT UP!" his voice cried, his vocals and ears ringing from the shrill offending sound. The tears gained size in viscosity as he stared at the ring box. What had Doumeki wanted?

He convinced himself that he wasn't a girl, but a loving son as he reached for the box, sadness leaving him as he lifted the lid and smiled too widely. It was the ring from his memory, even prettier in reality and one hundred times more beautiful a memento of his parents then the rotten second sight he had been left with. His breath caught as he stroked the emerald gem, electricity gathering in his finger as he pressed it between his hands, white in comparison to the shimmering gold band, almost as thin as a fork. He stroked the ring for a few comforting moments and breathed in shakily as he slipped it onto his ring finger of his left hand. It was a snug ft, as if it was meant to fit on his finger in the prime of his youth. Watanuki blushed at this realization and lifted himself to take the ring off until he went starstruck at the sight flashing behind his eyelids.

His father was covering his right eye and wore a gentle smile, the wedding band thicker than his mother's like and the exact one that Doumeki had worn. His eyes were like the color of ember, tousled hair the same shade of his eyes. The image dissipated and was replaced by an even more shocking revelation. It gave the perspective of being under Doumeki as the male looked down, looking lost as his brass eyes flooded with tears. He was gritting his teeth and looked so confused, and lost, and so darn sad.

He gripped his ring, and it materialized so quickly that he had to take a moment to gather the image of the two men replaying in his head. His father looked nothing like him, he had thought dryly. He had even more painful images of Doumeki to conjure up now. Even if he could follow Doumeki and find him lo and behold crying, what could he do? He was too tired to deal with this. He absently tried to pry the ring off his finger and was faced with another problem.

The ring wouldn't budge.