Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki, Yuuko, Maru, Moro, Mokona, Mugetsu, Haruka
Prompt:6:7- Pretty
Rating: M
Chapter Genre: Humour/Romance/Cross Dressing|
Summary: Yuuko will never cease to be a scheming, plotting witch.
I

"Why, exactly, is this necessary?" Watanuki demanded shakily, self-consciously tugging that the bottom of the fabric that only came mid-way down his thighs. Yuuko sighed happily, clasping her hands together and holding them against her cheek. Mokona giggled, nestling itself against Yuuko's neck. Maru and Moro danced in the back ground, chirping out a song and dancing with their hands linked, spinning together in a tight circle. Doumeki sipped at his cup of sake, staring intently at his boyfriend, spurring a dark blush and more fidgeting. "What the hell are you staring at?!"

"You," Doumeki answered simply, eyes roving over the stockinged legs and partially bare thighs. Watanuki hissed, leaning over and pulling the hem of the dress Yuuko had forced him in further down to cover his front, not noticing the way it pulled tighter at the back, showing more than he would have cared for. It didn't help when Mugetsu slithered up the back of his skirt, fur tickling as he moved, making Watanuki yip and jerk, falling to the ground as he reached down the back of the bodice, grabbing the pipe fox around its middle and yanking it out, huffing. He didn't notice the way Doumeki stared at his slightly spread legs of the devious smirk spreading on Yuuko's face.

"Kimi-chan," she cooed, kneeling beside him and snatching the pipe fox away. "I think you should show our guest to his sleeping quarters for the night, ne?"

"Wha-? Doumeki knows where his room is," Watanuki stated, frowning and watching the long spirit struggle to get out of Yuuko's hands and around his masters neck. His employer (oppressor) smirked and shook her head.

"Yes, but you wouldn't be a very good maid if you made him find his own way, now would you?" She poked the frilled hat she forced onto his earlier with a grin and pulled him up, shoving him towards the stoic boy. Grumbling he fisted his hands on his hips and tapped his foot irritably, waiting for Doumeki to follow him and stalking off when he stood up, not realizing the view the taller boy had taken in when he had assumed his position. He had honestly thought that, at that point, his night couldn't get any worse.

He found out he was wrong when Doumeki dragged him into the bedroom with him and neglected to remove the dress throughout the course of their actions (Watanuki kept his lips tightly sealed though he had a feeling that Yuuko already knew. What was that little flash of light he'd seen in the middle of it...?).
II

"Hello Watanuki-kun, how are you?" Haruka greeted amiably that night when he fell asleep. Watanuki sighed, reaching up to pat down his hair and freezing when his fingers came in contact with the white abomination residing crooked in his hair. "You're certainly looking pretty tonight."

"Oh god," he moaned, burying his face in his hands. This cemented his resolve to never allow Yuuko near dress shops ever again if this was the payment for it.

When he woke up the next morning whimpering about his thoroughly thrashed masculine pride Doumeki decided to completely strip the boy so his grandfather couldn't enjoy the sight.
III
… Yes, yes I did. I went there. :D Poor 'Nuki, I always did love the fics where Yuuko forced him into a lolita outfit or something. The Doumeki men seem to enjoy it too. :D And yes, this was the first thing I thought of for pretty. =3 Mugetsu hasn't been in a single drabble yet!! I'm ashamed of myself! *Cries* And yes, Cross dressing does fit into its own category. By the way, I'll be gone for a week, so here's your update! I hope you all enjoy it and I'll talk to you as soon as possible! :D