"Inheritance"
At the other end of the school, in a crowded Maths classroom, Doumeki's vision suddenly split-screened.
He jerked in alarm at the jarring sensation and disorientating double view he now possessed. Thankfully, his lifetime of emotional discipline made sure he didn't react in a way which would alert the rest of the class. They carried on oblivious to the fact Doumeki was currently receiving the half-image of Watanuki facing his own reflection, half his face in the mirror blocked by Cho's as he stared back at Watanuki, smiling. Doumeki didn't like that smile. It was predatory.
Their mouths moved but Doumeki couldn't discern what was being said, the only assumption he could come to was that Watanuki was in a state of high emotion - for their shared eye to activate on its own signalled a flux in Watanuki's spiritual energy. And he looked fearful, as if an awful secret had just been uncovered.
As Cho's mouth closed to end another sentence Watanuki seemed to start, then look away quickly - now all Doumeki could see was the edge of the sink. He had managed to make out the fierce blush that dashed across Watanuki's face before he had shifted his gaze, though.
A confession? Doumeki wondered.
When Watanuki faced the mirror again Cho's face was suddenly very close. He was speaking again - his lips were closing in, his eyes were lusty. Doumeki watched in silent grief as Watanuki's eyes dropped shut, presumably, as he was kissed.
That did it. That was enough to break a lifetime of restraint. Doumeki shot up from his chair, startling everyone else in the class.
"I'm going to the bathroom." he announced, quickly exiting the classroom before his teacher had the opportunity to stop him or anyone could call him out on his behaviour. He didn't know what bathroom Watanuki and Cho were currently making out in but he sure as hell was going to check them all.
Back in the boys room Watanuki pushed Cho away with a force he didn't know he could expel. Gasping - affronted and embarrassed Watanuki slapped the new student hard across the face. The sound rang out in the empty tiled room.
"Wha-What do you think you're doing?" he stammered out, his face on fire and his hand stinging from the smarting impact of flesh on flesh. A body wide tremble was making it hard for him to maintain his illusion of strength.
Cho's momentary look of surprise at the slap quickly curled into a truly amused smirk. He faced Watanuki once more, a ripe red hand print forming across one cheek.
"Do you not understand what I just told you?" Cho gripped Watanuki's shoulders and spun him around so he was the one forced back against the sinks. He wrestled Cho's grip but in the end his arms were pinned securely against the cool glass of the mirror behind him. "Hey, now!" Cho laughed at Watanuki's feeble attempt to fight back. "You'll hurt yourself!"
He kissed him again, and like before Watanuki squeezed his eyes shut and hummed vehemently in protest, twisting in Cho's iron grip.
Cho broke the kiss with a wet impatient pop.
"Stop resisting. Hurry up and accept my power before your stupid Spirit Repeller shows up."
He gave Watanuki a moment to catch his breath before capturing his mouth once more.
Spirit Repeller? Watanuki questioned.
Cho forced his tongue in and utterly quashed the seer's slowing attempts to push him away with a series of soft sucks and hard bites.
...Doumeki!
He was being invaded by a foreign spiritual energy, it suffused his every cell, latching on like a parasite. In the brief disengages of their mouths Watanuki pushed out some desperate words.
"Dou...mmgh...ki! H-Hel-mmm!"
Overcome by the sensations and the infiltrating magic Cho was slowly feeding into his body, Watanuki curled his hands into fists against the glass, powerless to do anything about the light which was slowly spreading across his skin. It covered him, illuminating, and then faded out like a dying light bulb.
Cho finally released his mouth with a satisfied sigh. "Ah, yes. You are a good fit, Watanuki Kimihiro."
Watanuki shivered. "I feel strange, what... what have you done?" he clutched his head as spots swam in his vision.
Cho chuckled softly, taking Watanuki's jaw in his hand and pressing their foreheads together. Then, in a commanding hypnotic voice Cho spoke.
"Listen to your body, eat, fast, sleep. Do what your instincts tell you. I'll see you again when you are ready to inherit my domain. Until then, you will forget my plans for you. Understood?"
Watanuki's eyes dulled and fell to half mast, "Yes." he answered, inexplicably unable to disobey.
Cho smiled and stepped back, "Good." he said. And with that he vanished in the blink of an eye. In his place was a curiously large Monarch butterfly which quickly flew up and out of the nearest window.
"Watanuki!"
Doumeki burst through the door, out of breath and with an urgency in his voice that suggested he was running out of bathrooms to check.
Watanuki started as if woken in the night by a loud and distant bang.
"Doumeki? What are you doing here?"
"The eye we share showed me that you were in trouble." Doumeki crossed the room, scanning the open and empty stalls. "Where's Cho?"
Watanuki searched his own mind for the answer to that question but it came up blank. "Trouble? What trouble? Cho's not here. I've not seen him since the last class. What on earth are you talking about?"
"You left with him." Doumeki corrected, firmly.
"No, I-" Watanuki went to take a step forward but found he was still woozy and had to grip the edge of the sink for support. "Ugh,"
His forehead was ablaze with fevered heat, as if he had just walked through flames, or been engaged in some steamy sordid affair...
Doumeki stepped forward to steady him. He put a hand to his forehead, abandoning his interrogation for now.
"You're hot. Are you okay?"
"Doumeki..." Watanuki looked him straight in the face, paused, and then exclaimed in complete seriousness: "I'm starving!"