Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Maru, Moro, Doumeki/Watanuki
Prompt:9:8- Blindsided
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: In certain instances, all one needs is a strong, sturdy shoulder to cry on and a comforting warmth in time of sorrow.
I
They weren't expecting it; no one could have anticipated the events that came into being after that night. No one except her.
Kimihiro was blindsided by, hit the worse by the sudden departure of the only mother figure in his life since he was a toddler. He felt guilty, Shizuka could see it his body, the way his shoulders hunched and drew in and the slumped posture, his eyes brimming with the tears he could help. And Shizuka couldn't help but feel partly responsible for that; after all, he was the one who had forcibly pulled the smaller teen to the temple for the night.
He didn't know whether or not he would've decided to do the same, knowing the consequences.
Shizuka stood silently at Kimihiro's side, steadfast and offering a sense of comfort and, at least he hoped, security, as the boy politely greeted a customer, a deep blue and silver kimono pilfered from Yuuko's closet nearly sliding off one thin shoulder. Kimihiro refused to let the Tea House close in Yuuko's absence, keeping all appointments running smoothly and greeting their guests, seating them, and serving them freshly brewed tea and taking orders and doing it all with the help of Maru and Moro. That left Shizuka on the side to and watch, feeling useless in the face of Kimihiro's quiet determination and invisible grief.
At the end of the night, when everyone left and they closed up, together, they retreated back into the depths of the House, the part where Kimihiro and the girls resided. The two of them tucked the twins into bed, Kimihiro tenderly brushing away their tears and placing a short kiss on each of their foreheads, saying good night. With their duties fulfilled they stood outside of Watanuki's room, the door closed and both saying nothing, Kimihiro awkwardly looking anywhere but him and Shizuka staring at the flushing white face.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly, bringing up a hand to brush the hot cheeks, pushing a small, displaced piece of hair out of his eyes. Small trembles visibly worked their way through Kimihiro's body, lips quirking uncontrollably, unable to decide if they should form into a smile or a frown.
"I-I'm fine," the smaller teen replied shakily, voice wavering uncertainly and completely unconvincing. Shizuka's eyes narrowed and without hesitation he grabbed the smaller boys waist and slid open the door, picking Kimihiro up in his arms bridal style and carrying him inside, gently setting him on the bed. He untied the obi and slid off the kimono, leaving long legs and his upper torso bared, nothing but his underwear covering him. Kimihiro's blush darkened at the immodest show but allowed it to happen, watching with half-lidded eyes as Shizuka mimicked his own actions and stripped off his clothing, re-lifting the slender boy and turning down the covers, placing Kimihiro in first and climbing in after.
Minutes slipped past unnoticed, neither speaking or moving, Shizuka staying still because of his nature and Kimihiro not even twitching because of his nerves. Finally, something in him broke and tears began to slip out, his shaking renewed and soft breaths becoming audible. Shizuka turned, resting a hand on the stomach that spasmed lightly with repressed sobs. He conveyed his support through his actions, pulling the breaking boy into him and tucking the black haired head under his chin, messy strands tickling the skin on his neck and cheeks.
"I m-miss her," Kimihiro whimpered, fingers clutching at the uncovered skin of Shizuka's side, kneading the flesh unconsciously. "I don't want her to be gone."
"Don't worry," Shizuka whispered back, pressing chaste kisses on top of his head, then tilting his chin up and stealing his lips, hoping to allow Kimihiro to forget until the morning at least.
The next morning, watching the other as he slept, exhausted from their late night activities, he could say he tried his best and, for now, prevailed.
II
Three guesses what those two did. :D This was... completely inspired by the latest chapters of HOLic. Just in case you were all wondering. 3 Doumeki is gorgeous. No joke. If he weren't already promised to Watanuki by the almighty gods called CLAMP and I were a part of HOLic, I would be in love with him. Just like all the other fangirls. Then I would become a yaoi fangirl and sabotage the two of them. Himawari, Yuuko, Kohane, and I would all get along quite nicely. :) Enjoy~! (The first time I woke up this morning was 2:43 AM. I got out of bed and was halfway dressed before I realized what time it was. Then I woke up again at 4:30 AM and fell back asleep with my light on, on top of the covers. Then I woke up at 6:10 AM, freezing, climbed back under, and slept for another 7 minutes; my alarmclock goes off at 6:20 AM. I am so tired right now, it's not even funny...)