Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki, random men
Prompt:8:3- Last Good-Bye
Rating: M
Chapter Genre: Romance/Action/Angst
Summary: Even a weapon can have feelings, given the proper circumstances.
I

The night was silent, an unusual happenstance in the area. People had retreated into their homes, feeling anger and blood lust on the wind and wisely deciding not to get themselves caught by whatever it was that was on the rampage. Very few looked outside, their fear of the beast too great to risk it, so no one saw the slender form round corner after corner, chasing a black van through the streets, a harsh scowl twisting their features. Inside the vehicle the man in the back, watching over their captive, panicked and commanded the driver to speed up, that not only were they running out of drugs to keep their prisoner unconscious by their pursuer was gaining ground on them.

"How the hell is that?" the one steering demanded, pushing the gas pedal to the floor in an attempt to get as far away as possible. The watchman, practically glued to the rear window, drew in a shaky breath.

"He's a living weapon! How the fuck do you think he's gaining on us?!"

Beside him, the unconscious form began to stir, though no sound escaped him as he came to. Ropes secured and immobilized him but that didn't stop him from glancing around and assessing his situation. He sagely decided to refrain from moving before he could be absolutely sure about the reasons for his situation.

"God dammit!" the driver cursed, sharply turning a corner and almost flipping them onto their side. "We were supposed to lure him to the base, not get him so fucking angry that he charged us! We could die tonight!"

"Shit! He's practically on top of us!"

"So do something about it!" Doumeki closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep again as the watchman reached across him, grabbing a gun and throwing open the two back doors, barely taking the time to aim before shooting. Each bullet missed, ricocheting off the pavement and into the cement walls lining the streets. Slitted bi-coloured eyes carefully trained on the armed man, catching sight of the person that was stolen from him, and put on another burst of speed, hands crushing the metal of the door as they grabbed it and feet leaving sizable dents as well. The van swerved at the sudden impact and the driver lost control, sending them into the palisade.

Watanuki, who had jumped off the vehicle just in time to avoid being part of the collision, hastily tore apart the jammed metal, reaching in and pulling out his friend, who grunted at the pull on whatever injuries he had sustained during the ride.

"Are you all right?" he asked, gritting his teeth against the guilt that ate at him. Narrow golden eyes glanced at him as he pulled off the rope, still groggy and dazed from the sedative they had administered. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"I'm more worried about you," Doumeki replied, glaring at the smaller boy, eyes combing for any signs of tampering. Watanuki scoffed and rolled his eyes, giving the archer a small shove and crossing his arms. His response was cut off the the sound of a gunshot and a splatter of blood across his side. Doumeki hissed, hand flying to his shoulder and staggered forward, falling into Watanuki.

"Shit! Doumeki!" Gingerly placing the bigger boy to the side and hurriedly stopping the bleeding, he turned murderous eyes on the assailants, pupils contracting into thin slits. Thick veins moved under his skin, stretching it and traveling all through him. As he zeroed in on his targets the veins, thick metal wire, pierced through his skin, spraying red all around his surroundings. The penetrated his arms and hands first, then coils burst through his back, between his shoulder blades, writhing as if they were alive before zipping forward. The men screamed, most trying to flee, only to be speared by the metal or caught by the neck. None were killed immediately though most bled out or were dropped onto something sharp.

He knew better.

Watanuki strode forward, outwardly exuding an air of calm and control though the thrashing metal appendages suggested otherwise. The leader, the one who had shot Doumeki, stood with his arms behind him, a gun in each hand and a smirk on his lips. He beckoned him closer with his eyes waiting for the opportune time to act, anticipation crawling up his spine and twisting his stomach.

"Let your wrath be known," he whispered, eyes narrowing and his teeth bared in a devilish grin. "Show me your true form; give in to what you were made for."

The sounds of quickly approaching reinforcements spurred Watanuki on, pace picking up. He lifted his arm, one of the metal tentacles shooting out faster than the others, wrapping around him, slowly asphyxiating him. At the last second the leader was released, dropped mercilessly onto the ground choking, coughing, and gasping desperately for air. Hearing the shouts and commands for his destruction Watanuki acted on instinct, grabbing a pair of guns laying discarded on the ground, squeezing off the last of the ammunition with deadly accuracy, hitting all of the men in places that merely incapacitated rather than killed.

From the spot where he had been placed to rest Doumeki watched the scene with heavy lidded eyes, adrenaline beginning to pound through him as the last of the men were shot down. Eventually Watanuki stood alone against of backdrop of dark red, clothes bloodied and torn, showing off white skin. The contrast was immense and he found himself with enough energy to push himself unsteadily off the pavement and stumble towards his friend.

"Watanuki," he grunted, reaching out and drawing the boy into his arms. The smaller teen took in a deep breath, burying his head in the others shoulder and allowing himself to relax, the appendages, still animated and suspended in the air, began to withdraw, slicking sliding back into the thin body. He shuddered at the feeling of the thick wires moving under blood soaked skin, holding Watanuki tighter. "Are you all right?"

"You idiot." Dual-coloured eyes looked up at him, large tears welling in them and slipping down his face, removing some of the dirt and blood that covered it. "I should be asking you that. You're the one that got shot."

"I'm fine," he grunted, pulling back just enough to wipe away one of the tears, smearing the grime that stain him. "It's you I'm worried about. As usual."

"You bastard. I'm fine-" A gunshot, impossibly loud, interrupted them and Watanuki's eyes went wide, a strangled gasp leaving him. Wet heat blossomed against Doumeki's stomach and slowly Watanuki's weight pressed down on him. Swearing viciously he lowered the smaller boy down, gently laying him on the ground and brushing aside the bangs that hung insistently in his face. He was about to reach for the gun Watanuki had taken advantage of earlier when a small hand stopped him.

"Don't," Watanuki pleaded quietly, his free hand pressed to his wound. "Don't put yourself through that. Don't soil yourself."

"Oi," Doumeki growled as his eyes fluttered and his breathing stuttered. A small smile quirked on Watanuki's lips, a trickle of crimson dribbling down from his mouth.

"Don't interrupt me you jackass." A pause, to catch his breath. "I'm trying to tell you something."

"What?"

"Did you hear me?" His eyes slid open, glaring intently at the taller boy. "I just said don't interrupt. You may be socially retarded, but there's something about that not even I can resist." A harsh cough, more of a hack than anything, and more blood. "I love you."

"Oi," Doumeki called, panic seizing him and sending trembles through his body. He picked the motionless boy up, glaring at the cackling man on the other end of the street, then running, flying as agilely as possible to the nearest hospital. The pain of the bullet shot went unnoticed, the only thing on his mind the well-being of the boy in his embrace.

He prayed that Watanuki's last statement wasn't a last good-bye.
II
… Really, really long. It took me a few days to finish this one. The visualization I had for this was fairly different than what ended up happening. It started out with Watanuki being a biological weapon that could manipulate his body structurally, completely. I though it would be cute if Himawari was his and Doumeki's daughter because he could change his body into that of a female for accelerated agility. It would take a bit of explanation, more than I'm going to put into an Author's Note. If you want anymore information, then by all means, ask away~!

By the way, there was a disappointing lack of reviews last chapter, but I decided not to withold this chapter just because of that. I hope you all liked this one. :)