Chapter 2: Date?!
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be saying this. Huh, 'Saying what?' you say? Saying I do not own any xxxHolic or TRC characters that may or may not appear in this fic.
(A.N.: Haha. Finally! Plot bunnies! Haha. Sorry for the delay. R&R, beautiful people. :DD)
I. Can't. Believe. I. Am. Doing. This, Watanuki thought, his face in a pretty shade of crimson.
"My, Watanuki-chan," Yuuko crowed as she fixed the ribbon on Watanuki's blouse. "I can't believe you're doing this."
"Shut up," the bespectacled boy grumbled.
"Well, that's expected of Doumeki-kun. One kiss and you're already dating." Yuuko sighed as she placed blue clips on Watanuki's bangs, pulling it back. "I wish I could have a romance that cute."
"Yuuko-san, shut up."
A black Mokona bounced in the room with a pair of girls. "Yuuko! Maru and Moro got the sandals you asked for!"
"Blue sandals!" Maru squealed, grinning ear to ear.
"Pretty sandals!" Moro equaled.
The two bounded over to their mistress. "Thank you," Yuuko said, patting their heads in turn. She took the sandals and slipped them on Watanuki's feet. "There we go! All done. Let's see how pretty you are…" She stepped back and observed her work.
The teenager's hair was the usual, but with blue clips pulling back his bangs. He wore a lacey, turtleneck blouse that had a blue ribbon tying up the front. On his hips was a plain, navy blue, school skirt that ended just above his knees. And his legs stretched until it ended where his feet were adorned with sandals.
Watanuki turned away, his face still red, refusing to see the girl's clothes he was wearing. I've lost all my masculinity. Dammit, Doumeki better like this!
Yuuko closed her eyes in satisfaction, shaking her head. "Simply stunning. My best work in my career." She spread out her arms. "Applaud me!"
Mokona, Maru and Moro applauded giddily. "Hurrah."
Watanuki glared at the four, trying to make them burn. Alas.
He picked up his handbag and stomped his way out of the living room to the front door. "I'll take my leave."
The foursome gathered behind him, grinning and waving. "Have fun!!"
And Watanuki slammed the door behind him.
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It had been a week since Doumeki had kissed him. A week until Watanuki broke down and realized his inevitable attraction for the stoic teenager. And how serious Doumeki was. The two talked about it all over the phone since Watanuki refused to "be deceived again by a body pressed against him".
It worked out.
And now they were going out.
Watanuki stood by the front of the movie theater, preoccupying himself by gazing at the stars. "Doumeki… Is this reality…?"
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This can't be happening, Doumeki thought as he hopped on one leg around in his room with one shoe on. Where was his other shoe?! He dropped on his belly and searched through the mess under his bed.
"Damn…" he groaned, rolling his eyes. Watanuki. In girl's clothing. Waiting for him. At the theatre! For a DATE! At night!! And he himself, the man who's been the first to pine for the other, is going to be late!!
He shook his head. Concentrate. Shoeshoeshoeshoe…
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15 minutes late already…
"Hey, miss, you busy?"
Watanuki looked at the two buff men suddenly standing in front of him. Oh, shit. "Actually, yes. Yes I am!" he huffed in reply.
"You don't look busy," one of them said. "Wanna get a drink with us?" He grabbed Watanuki's wrist and pulled him closer. The teenager squeaked involuntarily.
"Let go, you jerk!!"
The man scowled. "What did you say?!" He raised his right arm to hit his captive, when suddenly he felt a hand grip his raised wrist and twist. Hard.
"HOLY—!!"
"He said let go." Doumeki stated, glaring at the man.
"He?!" the other man said in disgust, looking at Watanuki and back to Doumeki.
Doumeki roughly let go of the buff dude. "Beat it."
"Wasn't worth it anyway!" they shouted, running away.
The stoic teenager turned to face Watanuki. "Are you hurt?" The boy shook his head, then smiled up at the archer.
"Thank you, Doumeki." He's definitely worth all ignoring all those spirits, even at the movies, he thought.
Watanuki's date hid his face by turning towards the theatre and walking inside. Watanuki glared indignantly. "How about a 'You're welcome' there, huh?!"
Doumeki kept walking. "W-whatever. Movie. N-now." Never had his face burned so fiercely… That smile… It was too…
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Halfway through the movie and absolutely nothing of romantic relevance had occurred. Nothing. The two were submerged in their own thoughts in their own seats.
Watanuki fiddled with the hem of his skirt, head bowed. He's ignoring me. Watanuki thought. He won't look at me because I put him through so much trouble… Those men could've…
…Hurt Watanuki. If I wasn't so late… Argh. Doumeki was glaring at the movie screen, burning his frustration into it. "Oi, Watanuki." He had to say something.
The raven-haired boy looked up in surprise. "Yeah?"
The stoic man faced Watanuki. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's… it's alright." He quickly resumed his former position.
"Oi, Watanuki."
The bespectacled teenager looked up to find Doumeki's warm lips upon his. His eyes widened until the archer pulled away. "Dou—"
"You look so cute," Doumeki whispered, letting a small smile adorn his face. "I'm glad you could come with me today."
Watanuki's face felt hotter than any frying pan on the stove he'd ever touched and his heart wouldn't stop hammering against his narrow chest. "D-doumeki."
"Hm?"
Watanuki glared at the teenager sitting beside him. "Warn me before you do that again! Geez!" He crossed his arms then glared at the movie screen.
The archer smirked and reached out for Watanuki's hand. "Sure." Doumeki slowly slipped his fingers among Watanuki's and smiled gently at the blushing boy beside him. He laid their entwined hands on the armrest between them.
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After the movie, Doumeki took him home without trouble and kissed him goodnight. After getting in his room and removing his sandals, Watanuki ran straight to his futon, wrapped his arms tightly around a pillow and buried his grinning face in it.
The cool pillow felt good against his burning face.
Ah, Doumeki…oooooooooooooooooooo
(A.N.: Yay! Hehe. I feel as though I went overboard with the fluff and at the same time, not. :P Wee! DouxWata forever! :DD Reviews?)