Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: DouWata, KuroFai, RikuouKaza, SaigaKakei, ClowYuuko, Mugetsu
Prompt:10:7- Control
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Humour
Summary: Insanity may be working at the same place for fifty years then getting told to 'fuck off' by the boss, but Irrationality is starting pseudo-wars over something as simple as what
colour to paint the lounge area.
I

Doumeki slid out of his meditative trance when he heard the heavy metal door slide open for the fifth time in an hour. The past four instances had been grunts going back and forth, checking their bonds and ensuring their continued confinement. But this time was different; the magic in the air was nearly overwhelming in its abundance and the power was enough to raise goosebumps on his skin.

He heard Kurogane, a fellow soldier who was chosen for the job, growl, a low and dangerous sound in the back of his throat.

"Hyuu~! Kuro-wanwan has returned to us!" a light, happy male voice cried, clapping his hands gleefully. Doumeki zeroed in on him, silently scrutinizing him. The blonde man was tall and thin, loose white robes draped artfully over his shoulders and falling open to show tight blue and white garments and dark blue boots with matching gloves covering delicate looking hands.

"Don't call me those fucking nicknames," Kurogane snarled, swiping at the man the second he was released from his binds, the blonde leading a high speed chase out of the building. Doumeki heard his companions yells and the others laughter, mocking the ninja as he narrowly escaped the vengeful grip. A soft snort from the right side of the room caught his attention.

"You're next, yes Rikuou-san?" The man speaking was smaller than him; not by much but it was enough. Small glasses perched on a narrow nose and messy black hair swayed elegantly in the soft breeze his magic generated around him. Another boy stood slightly behind him, hair longer on the right side than the left, a small scowl on his face. A man, to whom the youngest bore an odd resemblance to, stood on the left to the first.

"Kazahaya-san, if you would please?"

"Why do I have to take care of this jerk?!" Kazahaya demanded, pouting at the darker haired man, who glanced back with dark blue eyes.

"Because Yuuko-san said so and I will not be held responsible for her orders being disobeyed," the man replied, jotting something down, feather quill swishing. A small pot of ink was held between two fingers and the writing utensil was dipped periodically so he could continue making notes about something. Kazahaya grumbled and sourly untied Rikuou, dropping the ropes and storming away. Rikuou sat silently in his seat for a moment, staring out the door at the retreating form, then hummed and followed him out, ignoring the indignant yelp that came when he caught up.

Saiga sat a few feet away from him, grinning, his eyes still covered by the constant presence that was his sunglasses.

"So, Kakei-kun, got anything new?" he asked, eyebrows lifting and dropping suggestively. Kakei smiled mysteriously deftly loosening the knot with a graceful movement and beckoning the larger man.

"If you'll follow me then we can determine that."

After that they were the only two left in the room, the unnamed man's eyes still glued to the paper.

"Ah, Doumeki Shizuka," he murmured, scratching a passage out and checking something with a flick of his wrist. "You haven't been with us yet. You're lucky."

Blue eyes glanced up as he stepped forward, something freezing him in his path as those oddly coloured eyes widened.

"Haruka-san?!"

"...My grandfather has been dead for years." Doumeki's eyes narrowed at the shocked man, suspicion immediately swamping him.

"Of course he is," he muttered, striding forward and severing the rope with a pinch, fire surging across the coarse fabric and disintegrating it with a wisp of his power. "I apologize. My imagination has been a little overactive as of late. My name is Watanuki Kimihiro."

"Do you often release prisoners of war so casually?" he asked, voice barely fluctuating with his words. Watanuki's lips pursed and Doumeki couldn't decide if it was to stop a smile or suppress a grimace.

"Are you honestly under the delusion that this is a war?" he asked incredulously, placing the board on a table and resting the other on his hip. "This is more of a lovers spat between Yuuko-san and Reed-san. Their conflicts don't get much worse than this unless one of them is a heavier situation and it's never with each other."

"Lovers spat," Doumeki repeated tonelessly, watching the boy make his way around, obviously trying to accomplish something that Doumeki couldn't guess at.

"Yes, and everyone involved is in need of serious disillusionment about it."

"Ah, Watanuki, what makes you say that?" a low female voice drawled from the doorway. Doumeki glanced over, detachedly appreciative of her form and beauty. His attention was instantly rerouted to Watanuki, however, when a dark flush spread over his cheeks and a pout twisted his lips.

"Yuuko-san, I am trying to do my job, but if you and Reed-san have absolutely nothing better to do than waste each other and everyone else's time, then you can at least leave me in peace!" he stated, making one more sweep around the room before snatching his board, quill, and ink well and storming to the door, bending down briefly (that was a view Doumeki could whole heartedly appreciate) and grabbing a bentou that he hadn't noticed before. "And you, this is so you don't starve to death on my watch. Don't come crawling to me for more though!"

He looked at the food abruptly shoved into his arms, then at the grinning woman who he didn't particularly want to spend more time than necessary with, and then the retreating form of Watanuki Kimihiro. Then he started after him, thoroughly enjoying the flails and protests he received and munching on the delicious food while he followed the man around, occasionally catching glances of Kurogane and the blonde man from before, usually caught up in a game of catch, or Rikuou and Kazahaya, the fairer man carefully sorting through supplies in various tents and nagging at the other to at least help him if he was just going to sit there, and once he had seen Kakei and Saiga pressed together against a Sakura tree.

That was something he didn't really want to know about.

As the night progressed and he became more and more enraptured by the man he had found himself virtually stalking, Doumeki could have sworn he felt his control beginning to fray, little by little.

Especially when he started participating in small fights over not only the amount of bentou they received, but also who got to be the one to burst Watanuki's personal bubble.
II
Yeah, so this is long, and I guess it's sort of my apology to all of you for getting mixed up over the weekend due to my obscenely busy day that threw me off. Yeah, not too much, and the last sentence takes place a bit further into the future, when he's spent more time behind 'enemy' lines. Don't ask. I don't really know if I got Kazahaya and Rikuou's characters right... There's not enough of them yet. All I really know is that Kazahaya is a little slow and doesn't like being dressed up as a girl, and Rikuou like Kazahaya though he treats him like an idiot. Kind of reminds me of a certain couple..... D They're so completely cannon~!

Kudos to anyone who gets the summary reference. And you so know they would do it too. Yuuko would want something good to drink to (ergo; not too bright because come morning she's going to have a killer headache) and Clow would contradict her just because. (Partially written in my Chemistry class, by the way, after I finished my test.)