Title: Sight From Blindness
Universe: xxxHOLiC
Theme/Topic: Sight
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing/s: Doumeki, Watanuki
Warnings/Spoilers: None that I can think of. It's a little angsty. Maybe Watanuki is OOC?
Summary: Watanuki is blind and grudgingly seeks help from a certain archer.
Dedication: You. :]
A/N: Sorry this took me so long! I've been so busy with Graduation and Grad Night that I haven't had the time to work on anything.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I'd be too in love with my own work, and that's somehow kind of sick.
Distribution: Don't do it.

He was running. The monster behind him made a gurgly slurping sound as it chased him through the darkness. It was pitch black, but he was still running. He felt the many eyes of the spirit on his back, he felt its hunger for him and it pushed his tired legs forward. His aching lungs and legs begged him to stop. He wouldn't. He was knocked to the ground and he felt the glasses go flying off of his face. The monster was on his back, its acidic saliva dripping onto him. He let out a horrifying shriek in agony, writhing underneath the weight of the spirit. He felt heat and then a blinding pain as the creature's teeth pierced his cream-colored skin.

Watanuki awoke with a start. His breath was ragged and raspy. His blanket was twisted around his entire body like a snake attacking its prey. There was cold sweat over the entirety of his skin. He pulled a hand to his chest; trying to even his breathing and still his racing heart.

He sighed in relief. It was only a dream. A dream that felt so real that he felt the toxic odor of the creature fill his mouth. He turned his head to look at the clock.

All he could see was blackness.

He shot up in his futon and panicked. Was he dead? Did he die in the dream? He pulled his hand up to his face. Nothing. Just blackness, not even a flicker of light. He panicked once again, and felt his face. He felt his warmth. His hand traveled down to his neck and felt his pulse. It was awfully fast, but he felt the beating of his heart nonetheless. He was alive. His hand traveled to his eyes. They were open but unseeing. He calmed down, albeit very little. He was alive, but as blind as a bat with its ears cut off.

He sighed and flopped back down. He was blind, what could he do now? He rolled over onto his side, his arms positioned by his head. There was basically only one option. No matter how much he didn't want to do what he was about to do, he had no other choice.

He felt around on the floor beside his futon and his hand landed on what he needed, his cell phone. He picked it up and flicked it open. His thumb ghosted over the raised numbers, searching for the correct ones. He pressed the numbers in the correct order and with each number he felt more and more irritated. He had memorized it. He pressed TALK and held it up to his ear. He half-hoped no one would pick up.

It rang and rang and rang. His heart started to drop; no answer. He was about to pull the phone away from his ear and hang up when he heard the click on the other side of the line. He held his breath.

A breathy voice, full of sleep, floated from the other end of the phone, "Mmh, hello?" It was deep and full of warmth.

"Doumeki…" Watanuki breathed out. Ah, he answered. He answered…

Watanuki's breathiness got the archer's attention. "Watanuki? What is it? Are you—"

"What time is it?" Watanuki interrupted.

"Huh? What does that matt—"

"What time is it?" Watanuki repeated firmly.

Doumeki sighed. Watanuki heard him shift a bit before he replied, "Two thirty-seven," he yawned.

"Oh, in the morning…" he paused. "Okay then… go back to sleep…" he mumbled and moved to end the call.

"No."

Watanuki held the phone back up to his ear. "What?"

"You called me, it's important," Doumeki's voice was even. He did have a point.

Watanuki sighed; he grumbled but decided to explain. "I had a dream. It was dark and I was running away from a spirit. I felt it eat me," he shivered from the memory.

"So?"

"So," he paused. "I woke up and…" he trailed off. There was silence from the other end, waiting for him to continue. "…I can't see."

The silence continued on the other end of the phone, there was a rustling of cloth before Doumeki answered, "Do you have your glasses on?" He asked half-seriously.

The now blind seer sputtered, "Of course I—! No wait, I don't. But I mean I usually see something, even without my glasses!" he paused, "I can't see anything. Nothing."

Another long pause from Doumeki's end, Watanuki could swear he heard the clicking of gears in Doumeki's brain. Then, "I'm coming over."

Watanuki was going to object but felt an immense relief when he heard those three words. He sighed unknowingly, signaling Doumeki to hang up.

The blind seer flipped the phone closed and lay back, clutching the phone to his chest. That relief he felt… why did he feel it so immensely? He felt his eyes blink, his sightless eyes rehydrating. He sat back up and placed his phone beside his futon and waited.

He heard the silence, every minute sound from the inside and outside of his apartment. The hum of the refrigerator, the hum of the street lights outside. He felt tiny drafts pass his skin. He smelled the clean scent of his freshly washed sheets as he shifted under them. Time passed slowly as he thought to himself. Was he going to get his sight back? This wasn't like last time.

He heard plants rustling outside his window and someone climbing onto his balcony. He panicked for half a second before he remembered. He heard his window open and he spoke, "Doumeki, I have a door you know."

There was a pause in movement before the intruder spoke, "Aa. But you're blind," Doumeki finished climbing in and closed the window behind him. Watanuki scoffed and crossed his arms. He heard Doumeki cross his room and sit beside his futon. He stayed still; he didn't really know what to do. Thankfully, Doumeki initiated the conversation. "So you really are blind," he said with what Watanuki thought was a hint of smirk in his voice.

Watanuki's head flicked to Doumeki. "Of course I'm blind, you idiot! Why would I call you over if it wasn't true?!" He said as loud as he could, being almost three in the morning by now.

He heard Doumeki sniff, "Maybe you just wanted me here," he said. Watanuki detected what sounded like longing in Doumeki's voice that he had never heard before. He hesitated in his reply.

"Idiot, why would I want you anywhere near me?" Other than for the obvious reason, he thought to himself. He huffed and turned his head away from Doumeki and he heard the archer let out a breath. He felt it float by his face, most of the heat gone from traveling through the air. He shuddered.

He felt warm, calloused fingers under his chin turn his face back towards the source of the breath. The fingers pulled his head this way and that, the owner of the fingers gazing into his blind eyes. He felt the intense gaze on his face, warming it up to a nice pink hue. The gaze spoke, "Mm, you're blind alright," the warm fingers fell away from his face, leaving the circles where his fingertips were feeling cold.

Watanuki had a fleeting desire to have those fingers back on his face. He turned his head away, his pink cheeks darkening just a little. He heard Doumeki snort a little, it could have been a laugh on a normal person. He turned his face back toward Doumeki. "How could you tell I'm blind just by looking at me?" A pause, then "Oh no, my eyes aren't all white like a zombie or anything, are they?!" He freaked and flailed.

Doumeki sighed and caught one of Watanuki's arms and returned it to the owner's side. "They're glazed over," he simply said with something in his voice, Watanuki couldn't make it out. Watanuki 'hmph'ed and crossed his arms. He heard a shuffling of clothing and the slow tapping of the archers fingers against the wooden floor of his bedroom. Suddenly, Doumeki moved to get up. Before Watanuki could ask where he was going, Doumeki answered for him. "Tea." Doumeki walked past him and the seer smelled his scent. It smelled like wood, old parchment and something so very… Doumeki. He listened to Doumeki's footsteps travel into his kitchen.

He sighed and slumped his shoulders in worry. He was blind and Doumeki was making tea. Probably making a mess while doing so. Why did he call him over again? Certainly not to make tea while he was sitting in his bed being blind.

He didn't hear Doumeki's footsteps approaching and jumped when he came into the room. "Oi, let's go into the living room," he bent down and pulled Watanuki up by his arms, pointed him in the direction of the living room, put his hands on his thin shoulders and started pushing.

"Hey! Stop pushing! What are we going in the living room for, huh!? How is that going to help my blindness?!" He felt Doumeki's fingers tighten on his shoulders before he spoke.

"You don't want to spill tea all over your sheets, right?" There was a pause while Watanuki flailed and tried to stop Doumeki pushing him. "Don't worry," Watanuki paused when he heard Doumeki's deep voice in his ear, "We'll get your sight back." His voice sounded confident.

Watanuki's eyes widened and it suddenly dawned on him. That emotion he heard in Doumeki's voice before... It was worry. And what Doumeki said… we'll get his sight back. He smiled to himself.

As long as Doumeki was with him, nothing could stop them.

Not even a little thing such as losing your sight.

Ugh! FINALLY! Gosh, I've been so busy and I didn't really like this oneee. Could you tell I rushed it at the end? Ugh. But now, it's done! On to the next one! Review please!