A/N: i don't own XXXHoLiC...just this fic. I got the idea from a clip in an AMV I saw and therefore have no idea where the idea originated from -_- AND THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEW AND ALERTS! You make me a happy happy,authoress! Special thanks to EchizenRyomaLover and Catastrophic Monsoon for your consistent, honest reviews and for urging me on with this story! I only wanted a short three-shot, and I now am developing up to seven or eight-and the story is NOWHERE near done now! And thanks to all those people who reviewed anonymously and don't even have fanfiction accounts, that especially made me really happy!

If the ring fits

Doumeki froze at those affectionate words. The spell cats seemed to have lost its magic as his husband attempted to pull him in for another kiss. It was easier to let it happen the first time, where they were under the illusion that they were in an alternate universe and that they were that couple in that memory. That reality was a distant memory, in fact, a foreign memory. Someone Else's memories.

But reality was happening, right in Yuuko's living room.

"Come on. Walk it off." he commanded with a fraction of plea in his voice as he continued to pry the seer's fingers off the lapels of his jacket. This caused the tip-toed seer to lose his balance and smash his nose into Doumeki's collarbone. The archer flinched at the injury, and the seer merely rubbed his nose in chagrin.

Once recovered, he led his husband through various rooms of the shop. He happened to stumble across a room that had him nearly gawk and close before the seer could peer into the room. "What was it?" he asked tiredly, absently tripping over his own feet as he struggled to keep up with Doumeki's brusque pace. The archer simply kept his eyes forward, face flooding with unwelcome heat, being a traditional boy after all.

The exorcist exhaled heavily and changed course judging by the stagnant air wreaking of alcohol, smoke, and old things. Watanuki did'nt seem to like this game plan. "We can't leave the shop-" he almost whimpered as the married couple pushed through the wooden front doors. " We won;t." he assured, gratefully breathing in the clean air of the separate dimension. The air tasted sweet, like the pond not too far off that overlooked the indigo twilight sky and picturesque patch of stars. It was a beautiful night. His dress shoe clad feet brushed the well-trimmed grass, something he was not used to feeling as a neglectful monk. He enjoyed the feeling of his open-toed sandals gracing the soft long grass of ferns planted long ago when on a stroll through the temple. The same grasses he used to hide behind when he was a kid and ran away to whenever his adoptive grandmother tried to educate a rather difficult temple duty/exorcising method. Those years were the best before she fell sick with Alzheimer's. If only she could see him now(3).

He was broken from his reverie by a tug at his arm. He blinked at the childish gesture and watched as Watanuki held the same childish nervousness as he mutely asked if they could sit down. He nodded and let himself be pulled down onto his knees. "Not exactly what I had in mind with 'walk it off', but this will do." he remarked as his hands found purchase in the grass, slightly longer in areas than the usually perfectly cut grass. He received an innocent questionable look that looked nowhere near as obnoxious when he was irritated whenever the archer did something strange. "You're talking a lot today." the seer stated, eyes downcast as they tore up patches of grass, something he would probably regret in the morning. The archer settled himself into a sitting position and allowed himself a small smile and a chuckle. "I'm in a talkative mood today." he said, words carrying over him like the warm night breeze.

Watanuki dropped onto his back, staring at the stars like that day he had stared at the rings. "Am I dreaming right now?" the seer whispered, and felt a looseness on his finger. He brought it up to his face and noticed that the ring could easily slide up and down his finger. The gem looked obsidian in the night. Sudden questions arose in him. "Watanuki-" Doumeki's baritone voice began to warn, cut off by the sudden threading of the spirit magnet's fingers within his. :Like that. I'm married now. Do I keep my name? Does anything change at all? What about intimacy?What do you call me?" his questions became more accusatory as he cryptically questioned their situation, eyes sharpening more determinedly at each new arisen question. "Watanuki-" he warned, a tad more dangerously. His husband rolled his eyes. "Kimihiro." he snapped, glaring just like he usually did, like he had gone back to how he was before. "I want to hear you say it once." his eyes narrowed,seeming almost dangerous despite the fact that he was laying on his back and holding his hand like an accessory and demanding his first name to be spoken intimately.

A few moments of silence ensued at this simple request. Perhaps the simplicity of the demand had thrown the exorcist for a loop, and he didn't bother hiding it. "Huh?" the Doumeki stared stupidly at the shop worker who merely rolled his said not a word further. Until the moments started to ticking by, making the young Watanuki grow impatient. "Just spit it out! How hard is to say a few syllables-" "Kimihiro." the archer had said quickly at the Same time as his outburst. This silenced him some more before he glared and rolled onto his side, lowering his eyes to the patches of torn grass. He heaved a sigh of relief through parted lips. "Nothing has to change after all." he smiled, tugging Doumeki down on his back to see what he was seeing. The ebony sky was star-spangled and littered with stardust, the blues and whites and yellows all coercing with each other in the same space, as if the logic behind the temperatures of stars had nothing to do with the beautiful sight.

"I like Doumeki anyway." he said abruptly, as if this was the most natural thing to say like he was buying hangover medication or getting more tea. The usually stoic archer's eyes widened in large brass saucers at the statement and choked on his own spit, staring to hack in shock at the simply spoken confession. The seer started to giggle at some inside joke and he was trying to quell the unwelcome heat in his insides. "The sound of it I mean. Dou-me-ki. And I thought that I had a lot of eyes!(4)" He joked as his expression fleeted between normalcy and docility. As Watanuki's liquor-induced words began to fade, his husband curled to his side, sharing his pleasant body heat. The peace of the situation, the warm summer night, the soft grass, the star-spangled sky, Doumeki gave into it all as he lay his head back and closed his eyes, hearing the soft whispers of a boy who wasn't quite human, and not quite ghost.

He decided that this life wasn't so bad. Especially when Watanuki took the advantage of their linked hands and planted a kiss halfway between his lip and ear.

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A/N: For those who are pretty confused when I didn't expand on (1) and (2) last chapter.

(1) if you read Tsubasa, it was the same one in Volume 10 when Suzuran and the Kannushi get married in Shara. It's like a sake pinata. Except imagine a large wooden container with a rough-hewn wooden lid. Which by the way, none of that was my desciption. It's the Kodansha notes I swear!

(2) Yum. I may be fourteen, but even us teens can appreciate the taste of breezers. It's actually spelled Bacardi, and it's rum. It's really GOOD rum, if I may.

(3) It's not quite AU, in fact, I'm not entirely sure of the setting...that's why it's fanfiction, no?

(4) If I remember right, 104 comes from both Doumeki and Watanuki's names combined right? Someone explained that to me on here on , but I may be wrong because it was quite a few years ago. Basically, what I am referring to is that since Watanuki is known as 'four-eyes' and the kanji for Doumeki's name is 'one-hundred eyes'. I guess that's something lame that Watanuki would chuckle at.

By the way, i may not post that often now (not like I ever did) because I'm supposed to get my grades up in math. Which is a B Average thank you very much. But then again, i just checked my latest (which my parents don't know about) progress report, and I guess i really DO have to improve T_T but i won't surprise myself if I submit to and post more chapters...