It was something quite random. Something that had been bothering Watanuki for a while. Some would call him a loudmouth (especially when he was around Doumeki); but he knew discretion, better than most even. Many would call him quiet; but he knew when to talk. Either way, there was no way he could not vocalize the strangeness that he felt.

"I get sick when I look at you," he'd said.

"What?" and a slow blink was the response. He scowled.

"I said, I get sick." He glared at the floor and continued walking, and for once it was Doumeki that had to catch up. "I get all shaky and my stomach feels weird and then I feel like my stomach is trying to get through to the world through my mouth. Some days I just want to tackle you and maybe strangle you. Its irritating." Doumeki blinked.

"You really are dense aren't you." A statement, but it was actually more like a question. Either way, Watanuki bristled. He reminded Doumeki of a cat. Doumeki's deadpan face actually saved him this time. Doumeki shrugged. "Well you've already told me that you don't hate me, so what could it be?" Was it possible to drag this out? Did he want to? Yes and yes. Watanuki scratched his head, or tried to. He winced in pain at the four layered bento box hitting his head (it was empty, thankfully) and proceeded to glare at it while walking.

"I don't know, maybe your mystical powers of repulsion have worn off and something nasty has attached itself to you." Watanuki shuddered at the thought of Doumeki's warding abilities failing. "On second thought, don't even consider it a possibility. I don't want to think about that ever happening." He shrugged.

"Well how long has it been going on?" Watanuki blinked and stared off, thinking, his mouth pressing into a slight pout.

"A long time I think. Not at first, but maybe after the Valentines day when Zashiki-warashi stole your soul." He shrugged and he paused, staring up at the sky as though expecting Ame-warashi to come hurtling out of the blue and whack him with the umbrella. It'd happened before so it wasn't so strange. His face grew thoughtful. "Then it isn't your powers failing." He gave a small breath of relief.

"Does the weird feeling... dissipate at times?" Doumeki quickly grabbed the bento box knowing that Watanuki would hold some sort of thoughtful pose and the bento would likely be at the receiving end of another doleful glare. Watanuki tapped his toe and held his finger close to his mouth, considering.

"Yeah, like when you're with Kohane or the fortune teller and with Mugetsu. Oh!" He brought his fist down lightly on his open palm in a comical representation of realization. "and when you're farther away from me, like when you play soccer in the field during lunch or during your archery practices and competitions." Doumeki stopped himself from smirking.

"And now?" Doumeki looked steadily at Watanuki with an impassive gaze. Watanuki stared down at his shoes.

"Right now? Right now its sort of... a lot. Maybe I'm sic–" Watanuki raised his head. "WAUGH!" Doumeki was suddenly in front of him, their noses nearly touching.

"And now?" His breath stirred Watanuki's bangs, the ebony strands resettling in as messy a manner as they had been before.

"And now?! What kind of question is that!? Right now I feel like there are ants crawling up and down my spine and someone put jelly in my knees! Then set my cheeks on fire! And I feel like puking." Doumeki shifted back a few millimeters at the mention of puke but didn't move much else. He blinked slowly again. Watanuki growled at the still-close proximity. And leaned forward to push Doumeki away.

Only his hands reached up instead of over.

And wrapped around Doumeki's neck to bring him even closer. And his fingers laced together at the base of Doumeki's neck. Watanuki felt Doumeki resist the hold and heard his sharp intake of breath. Watanuki growled again.

And kissed Doumeki.

Watanuki jerked back, brows furrowed. "What the... I don't feel weird any mo– oh." His eyes widened and he glanced up at Doumeki, who looked just as stoic as ever (except that his collar was slightly mussed.) Watanuki's mouth opened and closed like a fish. He gulped.

"Ah... I'm... sorry?" Doumeki blinked and held out the bento box. Watanuki reached out almost mechanically.

"You better be." Watanuki snatched away the box.

"What are you trying to say jerk!? Here I am, trying to apologize. But you act like you actually deserved the apology! Its not like I even did something bad! That was my first kiss! You know what, I'm sorry for even–"

"Taking so long? You better be, I knew a long time ago." Watanuki gaped.

"...Oh." His jaw closed with a small click.

"You really are dense aren't you?" Doumeki smiled. Watanuki's mouth slackened and he blinked. "By the way, I want sweet tamago-yaki tomorrow." Watanuki bristled.

"I'm NOT your personal cook!!"