Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki, Watanuki
Prompt:7:7- Stray
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Supernatural
Summary: Be careful when distributing your monthly act of charity; you may get more than you bargained for.
I

Doumeki Shizuka, while not cruel and uncaring, was not one who went out of his way to commit charitable deeds. Such deeds usually included handing out money or food at random, and taking strays in off the street. However, something about the small, shivering, malnourished, and half-grown cat pulled at his heartstrings and he couldn't resist the urge to pick up the black creature and carry him home cradled in warm arms. During the return trip to the temple the creature didn't stir, remaining as dead to the world as when he had found it, only the soft rise and fall of its body as it breathed giving away the fact that it was alive.

When he stepped through the door he immediately headed for his bedroom, gingerly placing the pure black cat on his pillow, watching it curl into a tight ball and continue its slumber. Content to know that it wouldn't wake up and run away Shizuka turned and made his way down the halls to the kitchen, pouring a small saucer of milk for the feline and bringing it back. His father accosted him in the hall, inquiring about his day but ignoring the dish in his hand, knowing that his son usually had his reasons for doing things (there was one exception; Shizuka had pulled out a large chest that held his baby toys and mementos from his younger years and when asked he honestly couldn't give an answer other than an indifferent shrug), then going his own way. With no other distractions the teenager made it to his bedroom and slid open the door.

He didn't expect the sight he was greeted with.

In place of the cat there was a human shaped figure curled into the fetal position, clawed hands linked together at the knees and his arms securing them to his chest. Short dark hair fell into the peaceful face, a pair of matching coloured ears tilted forward on the curve of his skull, barely brushing the pale knees, and a long tail curled around thin ankles, tip lazily moving up and down. Shizuka blinked, remaining stationary for a moment, then ventured further into the room, carefully noting the triangle ears twitch in his direction and the eyelids move over hidden eyes. A soft groan alerted him to the waking being as he set the milk on his bedside table and he turned to watch dark blue eyes flutter open, pupils contract into invisible slits then dilating once more, swiveling to stare at him intently as they finished their adaptation.

"Who are you?" the former feline asked, voice soft and groggy from sleep and dry from dehydration. Shizuka didn't answer immediately, taking in all of the boys appearance and holding out the milk.

"Doumeki Shizuka," he answered as one slender hand gratefully accepted the container, politely sipping at it. "Who're you?"

Licking the milk off his top lip the feline spoke with a steadier, richer voice. "Watanuki Kimihiro."

Before their introductions and conversation could go further Shizuka's father entered his room without knocking, lips pursed and brow furrowed as he obviously thought of something he had forgotten about during their earlier encounter.

"By the way Shizuka, I-" His eyes fell on the naked, oddly bestowed body sitting on his sons bed and slowly inched out, coughing awkwardly and obviously thinking it was some form of kinky cosplay. "I'll just leave you two alone then..."

Shizuka blinked, glancing between his shut door and the baffled Kimihiro perched on his futon, legs drawn modestly up to his chest.

"Indeed..."
II
Don't ask about the last line; I was looking for somewhere to end it, it's 1:30 AM and this stool is unbalanced and pissing me off. All righty then folks, I'll talk to you during the next installment. I can't remember what episode of Kuroshitsuji it was the 66 was based on, but it was around 20 (I want to say 18, but I'm not exactly sure).