Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki, one-sided OC/Watanuki
Prompt:7:3- I Think of You
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Humour
Summary: Watanuki isn't used to people confessing to him, especially twice in one day.
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"When I think of you... I feel strange," he admitted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. Then, as if realizing he said something that may potentially offend he waved his hands and quickly made his meaning clear. "In a good way! It's warm and, well, I suppose you could say fuzzy. The butterflies are a little crazy but even so, it... tickles." Seeing the blank look on the others face he smiled wryly and nervously glanced away and back again. "Am I making any sense?"

Watanuki stared wide eyed at the upperclassman that had accosted him at the end of club, his bow slung over his shoulder and his uniform rumpled from practice. He vaguely wondered where Doumeki was as the older boy rambled, silently asking himself if he had somehow confused him with someone else.

"You see, the truth is, Watanuki-kun, I... like you. A lot." Oops, there went that philosophy.

"Takamura." He nearly wilted with relief at the deep voice behind him and the sudden cease of the taller students continuous tirade.

"A-ah, Doumeki-kun!" Takamura flushed, eyes between the two of them, taking in the possessive stance his fellow archer had taken up, his own bow held firmly in his hand. Then he focused solely on the object of his affections and bit his lip, watching Doumeki glare and wrap an arm around the thin waist, ignoring the indignant squeak at the sudden movement.

"Is there something you need Takamura?" Doumeki asked slowly, pointedly dropping all honorifics and signs of respect for the lesser archer. Takamura coughed and backed away in the direction of the change room, hastily shaking his head.

"N-no, I'll just... I had no idea he was... Sorry!" With that the teen took off, tripping clumsily over his own feet and stumbling around the corner to the locker room. Doumeki turned and began to walk out of the building, hand moving from around Watanuki's waist to grab his wrist, dragging him unceremoniously out the door and down the street in the direction of Yuuko's shop.

"D-Doumeki! Oi, what the hell!? I can walk on my own you know!" Watanuki yelped, trying unsuccessfully to pull away. Doumeki stopped, glaring intently at the smaller boy as he crashed against his chest.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he demanded forcefully, in the way that told Watanuki he was angry and wouldn't be placated by a bento.

"Why? Because I was too surprised and by the time I wrapped my head around the notion that someone seemed to be confessing to me, he was already to far into his monologue that there was no stopping him!" Watanuki stopped, casting a queer look at the taller boy. "Why do you care anyways?"

His answer was a long, thorough, and bruising kiss delivered by a jealous, annoyed, and fed up boy in love.
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Well, considering I was having issues with this one too, I think it turned out pretty well. Aha, I can see Watanuki getting all flustered when a boy from school comes up to him and confesses his love. Nyaha, poor Doumeki. :D