Title: Ode to a Sandwich
Universe: xxxHOLiC
Theme/Topic: Sammich
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing/s: DoumekixWatanuki
Warnings/Spoilers: None I can think of. Maybe Doumeki is out of character…?
Summary: Watanuki lets his true feelings out more than he thinks he does.
Dedication: You. :]
A/N: Took me a DAY to write and type. I'm getting better at this!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. No autographs please.
Distribution: Don't do it.

The seer stared up at the ceiling and sighed; he was bored. Him, bored! It was one of his days off, one in a million days. A day he thought he thoroughly deserved. But without something to do, he was hideously bored. A day he thought he could lay around in his nice, comfy jeans, and an old shirt, complete with holes towards the seams, the clothes he loved to be lazy in. Then again, he didn't feel lazy now, he just felt bored. He cleaned the apartment three times, top to bottom. He completed all his homework and then some. He read all the manga he borrowed, twice.

To top it all off, he was getting a little hungry. He could go for a snack. He got up from his place on his futon and made his way to his small kitchen. He stopped in the doorway, pondering what he wanted to eat. Something simple. Something tasty. Something easy to make. Ah ha! He hadn't made one of those for a very long time! He walked around his kitchen, to his cabinet and his refrigerator, to gather the things he needed; the bread, the peanut butter and the jelly. Grape jelly, of course. He started making it, applying the perfect amount of peanut butter to one slice of bread and an equally perfect amount of jelly on the other. He delicately put the two slices of bread together. Ahh, the aroma was heavenly. He poured himself a nice, tall glass of 2 per cent milk. He sat down at his kitchen table, ready to indulge himself in his 'hard' work. He picked up the sandwich and was just about to take a bite when

An "Oi," came from the window behind him. He jumped and dropped his sandwich back onto the plate before falling on the floor, startled out of his wits.

He grabbed his chest and looked in the direction where that annoying word came from to see Doumeki climbing through his window, also dressed in street clothes. He screamed, pointed and flailed all at the same time, "That's called breaking and entering!" He pointed between the archer and the now open window.

Doumeki looked back towards the window, "But I didn't break it; it was unlocked," he said with that voice of his.

Watanuki facepalmed and sighed. "I'm really not in the mood for your crap today," he sighed again and shook his head. "Why are you here, anyway?" He mumbled through his palm.

Doumeki's eyes traveled to the simple kitchen table that stood in the middle of the room. "I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," he paused, "With a tall glass of milk."

Watanuki's eyes widened and followed Doumeki's gaze to his food. "You just want one because I have one!" he exclaimed and pointed somewhat accusingly at his own food. Doumeki nodded. "Well, I'm not making you one, ha!" He sat down again and was about to take the first bite of his sandwich when he felt the looming presence of a still-there Doumeki. He stared ahead for a second before giving in, "FINE! I'll make you your STUPID sandwich!!" He yelled and got up, gathering the ingredients once again.

"And a glass of milk," Doumeki added and Watanuki growled.

And so, Watanuki made the archer his own peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The only theatrics included Watanuki's own flailing and cursing at Doumeki and his gluttony. He plopped the plate in front of him and slammed the glass of milk next to it. Then he sat down in his own chair and finally started eating his own sandwich.

Doumeki bit into his own sandwich. His eyes widened minutely. He couldn't imagine how Watanuki could make something as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich taste so… heavenly. He had made many of these sandwiches himself and sometimes his mother would make him one, if she felt generous. None were this good. It was almost unbelievable. Even the milk taste like it was pulled from one of the highest cow gods. Was Watanuki a cooking god among men? He paused in his eating, "What did you put in this?" he asked, looking at the boy in front of him.

Watanuki finished chewing the bite of food and swallowed, he looked at Doumeki stupidly, "What do you think?" He rolled his eyes and gestured with his hand, accentuating each word he spoke. "Peanut butter," he paused, making sure Doumeki understood, "And jelly." Doumeki looked down at the half eaten sandwich in his hand, then back up at Watanuki.

"You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!"

"Oh." He looked down at the sandwich again. "It tastes…"

Watanuki stared at him with a surprised look on his face. Was Doumeki finally going to say something about his food, other than asking for more?! "…what?"

"Different," the archer finished. Watanuki face-vaulted.

"Well excuse me! You asked me to make you a sandwich, so don't complain when it tastes bad!!" He yelled and waved his hands, nearly knocking over his half-full glass of milk.

Doumeki was confused, "I never said it tasted bad," he replied, "Just different. In a good way," he inhaled the rest of his sandwich and chugged the rest of his milk. He held up his empty plate and glass, "Seconds."

Watanuki had his mouth open to pop the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. He snapped it shut. "Doumeki, would you WAIT until I'M done with MY sandwich?!" He huffed. Doumeki blinked, waiting. After a few seconds, Watanuki popped the last bite into his mouth. Doumeki held up the glass and plate once again. Watanuki grabbed them and stood up in a huff.

After the seer made two more sandwiches and poured two more glasses of milk, they both sat at their respective places to eat in silence. Doumeki was once again baffled by the sheer deliciousness of something so simple. "Do you like to cook?" He asked the bespectacled boy.

Said boy looked up, "It's more of a hobby…" he glanced at Doumeki then looked away, focusing on a refrigerator magnet that had Yuuko's picture on it. She gave it to him, for some reason. "Well… yeah, I love cooking," he said quietly.

Doumeki nodded sagely, "For the people you love."

"Yeah, for the people I lo—What are you saying?! Are you saying I love you?!?!" he screamed, his hands flying every which-way.

Doumeki sighed, "No," he held up the sandwich. "You don't have to say it, this sandwich proves it."

Watanuki cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, "Just because I made you a sandwich makes you think I love you?"

"It's not just that," Doumeki explained. "This is the most delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich I have ever had."

Watanuki's eyes widened. Did Doumeki just…? "Y-You're kidding!" Doumeki made an X over his heart. Watanuki watched in amazement and blushed. He looked everywhere else but Doumeki. "Stupid food… Stupid feelings!!" He buried his head in his arms, his pink ears still showing.

Doumeki chuckled and finished the rest of Watanuki's love sandwich. Who knew something so simple could say so much?

Ahh, this chapter didn't take long at all! I rather like this chapter. It's simple, it's cute! It's got subtle fluff and a child-like air to it, since most of it was about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Review please! I'd love to hear your thoughts! Good or bad!