Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki, Kohane, Himawari, Yuuko
Prompt:6:9- Singing
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Humour/Romance
Summary: Beware of drunk people.
I
When Doumeki, Himawari, and Watanuki graduated, Yuuko had found it incumbent for them and a handful of other people to gather at the park for a party that lasted well into the night. It was held under the pretense that they were celebrating their successful tryst through high school, but Watanuki knew better; for Yuuko, it was more of an excuse to drink thank anything else (though he could still see that maternal pride in her eyes when she looked at them). Actually, looking around him, he saw that it was a similar consensus that this was more to drink and be merry than for any true celebratory grounds. However, that failed to bother him as much as it might have before everyone surrounding him came into his life; just like having to make his own birthday cake, it wasn't that they didn't care, just that all of them need a reason to kick back and relax. The only ones not drinking were Kohane and himself. Kohane was too young and he was too busy serving everyone more drinks and the pounds upon pounds of food he'd cooked earlier. As he made his rounds, ensuring that no one went hungry, he hummed softly, unheard over the din of loud, inebriated voices chatting with each other. When he finished he fell into his spot beside Kohane, tilting his head back against the tree with a sigh.
"It must be hard work," she said softly, taking his cramping hand and gently working at the muscles. "Caring for all these people by yourself. It's a lot of responsibility."
He smiled and hummed another line before answering. "No, not really. I'd rather get a cramped hand than hear all of them whining about going hungry."
"You've done a good job of keeping them content," she stated with a smile, singing the words that went with the melody Watanuki had gotten stuck in his head. "You have a lovely voice."
"So I've been told," he muttered with a blush. They both looked up as Doumeki, staggering slightly, cheeks flushed with drink, and still as blank-faced as ever, walked over and dropped down beside him, arms grabbing Watanuki's middle before he could object and buried his nose in the crook of his neck. Kohane politely stifled a laugh behind her hand, watching the red grow darker on the smaller teen. They really were too precious.
Of course, soon after that she had to take up her predecessors duties as server and passed out the food and drink, keeping the party kindled until the early morning broke and most people were asleep.
II
Nya, Doumeki got drunk and pseudo-molested Watanuki. :D