Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko, Doumeki/Watanuki, Kurogane/Fai, Rikuou/Kazahaya, Saiga/Kakei
Prompt:10:9- Permanent
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Humour
Summary: Continuation of 'Control.' A series of moments in time captured only by those present, and held close to their hearts, for as long as Hitsuzen will allow.
I

"It'll be permanent you know." Yuuko twitched at the voice that, as much as she loved it, so often grated on her nerves, a playful glare forming on her face.

"Yes, creep, I know," she replied, delicately sipping the cup of sake Watanuki had warmed and munching on the snacks he had brought out as well. Clow smiled and followed her example, both drinking until there was a pleasant alcoholic flush on their cheeks.

"That means no more imitation wars over disagreements." She hummed, swirling her refilled cup and watching the liquid dance in the pale light of the lanterns. She vaguely heard Watanuki cleaning the kitchen of his earlier mess and cooking dinner, occasionally snapping at Doumeki, who had insistently stalked him there. "And no more making up from them."

"As if I would want to spend my time in the bedroom with you," she teased, smirking in his general direction. "Creep."

"Yuuko-san, Clow-san, dinner is ready," Watanuki interrupted, carrying in a tray and closely followed by Doumeki who did the same. Yuuko grinned and waved the two away, knowing Watanuki well enough to know that he had a portion set aside for himself and Doumeki (even if his services to the older man were sometimes forced and unwilling).

"I have the feeling that our respective heirs will inherit this aspect of our relationship as well, don't you?" she murmured, cautious to keep her voice just below the volume that Watanuki could hear her at. Clow chuckled lowly, gracing her with a silent toast that she returned without hesitation.

"And they will make a wonderful dynasty together," he said, their glasses clinking merrily together. "But that is the way the paths entwine and has yet to happen, so shall we continue to enjoy our present existence and cease this conversation."

Yuuko sighed, content with her current path and the people whose paths crossed with her own and glanced fondly at her little finger, eyes tracing the bright red string connected to the man sitting across from her. "Yes. Lets."
II

Watanuki idly drew lazy circles along the stained wood tabletop, chin resting in his other hand. Doumeki ate and watched him simultaneously, focusing more on the man than on the food he had created not fifteen minutes prior. "I wonder what they're talking about."

"Who knows," Doumeki stated, swallowing the substance in his mouth before speaking, knowing how much it irked the other and, while the outbursts were vastly amusing, he didn't feel like breaking the rare peace they shared. Blue eyes shifted to him, and a soft sigh escaped the owner, light reflecting off of his glasses. Doumeki unhurriedly placed another morsel onto his tongue and savored it.

"Yes, but at times I would like to have at least a small idea of what goes through their heads, if only so I could defend myself against her crazy plots." The last part was muttered wryly and was accompanied by an eye roll; at least Watanuki had learned to speak softly when in Yuuko's house. Doumeki fondly recalled the white and pale blue dress that Yuuko had forced on Watanuki after hearing a bout of complaints. He wasn't at all ashamed to admit that he had taken full advantage of it.

He stood, temporarily abandoning his meal and knelt next to Watanuki, turning his face and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, keeping it chaste. Watanuki sighed again, leaning into him and relaxing, allowing the archer to pick him up and cradle him close (something he never permitted, even when he was bleeding and half a step away from death), bringing them to rest against the wall.

"Don't worry." Watanuki didn't move, breathing calmly through his nose, undisturbed by the heat or the light of the candles still burning. "We'll all be fine."
III

Fai grinned, snuggling closer to his lovers chest and relaxing into the strong arms, fingers brushing against the prosthetic limb around his waist. Kurogane grunted, tightening his hold and drawing the blonde closer, pale hair brushing against his nose.

"Mage," he growled, blowing at the fluff in hopes of getting it out of his face and failing at his endeavor. "Move your head."

"Hyuu~ Kuro-sama, are you ready for another round?" Fai teased, shifting his body so he hovered over top of the ninja, rubbing his cheek against the tanned neck, nuzzling and purposely making his hair brush against the oddly sensitive skin. As expected the younger man bristled and snarled, tearing the blankets off them and pinning the wizard to the bed, anger morphing into lust.

"Just remember you asked for it," he hummed, hell bent on shutting Fai up for the rest of the night by any means necessary.
IV

"Oi, idiot, get back here." Kazahaya huffed, pouting as he wrapped a towel around his hips, shooting a short glare behind him at the larger teenager lounging in the bed. Rikuou frowned back, arms tucked behind his head and legs crossed comfortably.

"Unlike you, jackass, I want to be clean before going to sleep, not sticky and disgusting," he grumbled, bangs brushing against his chin as he moved his head to keep watch over his path and ensure he didn't trip over anything again. He wasn't completely willing to make a repeat performance for the larger boys amusement.

There was shuffling movement from the bed then Rikuou was pressed against him, no fabric covering him (the jerk had absolutely no modest to speak of, honestly) and trapping him. Kazahaya yelped, ankle rolling (due to his woefully weak bone structure) and pitching his upper body forward, the arms anchoring him.

"Then I'll come with you," Rikuou muttered into his ear, torso bent with his and bodies molding together snuggly. "After all, you're likely to get molested if I'm not there."

"Wha-?!" Kazahaya gaped as the older teen moved around him, snatching a towel from the back of a chair as he passed, securing it around his waist. "Ah, you jerk! That was once! And he left right away!"

"Only because I came in."

"Rikuou!"
V

Kakei smiled serenely as he gazed at the full moon that dominated the sky, abnormally full that night. Saiga sat peacefully beside him, one arm wrapped firmly around him, holding them together in the quiet, intimate way that belonged solely to them. Each held a cup of warmed sake to help ward against the chill of night, partially helpful but mostly ignored in favor of leeching each others body heat. He closed his eyes and nearly started as a small, unexpected vision flashed across his mind, showcasing their two wards running more than half naked across the lawn, decency retained only by the short towels around their hips.

He opened his eyes and chuckled when it came true not a moment later, both Rikuou and Kazahaya oblivious to their presence. Saiga made a startled noise in the back of his throat and glanced at him, playfully nudging him.

"I know you could have saved me from being scarred for life just now," he muttered, leaning over and pecking Kakei's cheek. The blonde smiled mysteriously removing his glasses and setting them gingerly on the deck, wrapping his arms around Saiga's neck and pulling him closer, whispering against grinning lips.

"I could have, but where's the fun in that?"
VI
All done~! I didn't know where this was going, and it seemed too short when I stopped after Doumeki and Watanuki's interaction, so I extended it. I still have a few openings for requests if anybody actually cares anymore. If not I'm badgering random reviewers and filling them myself. That won't turn out pretty, trust me. Ugh, math test tomorrow afternoon and Chemistry test Monday morning. XP Bleck. Oh well, at least this time they're not on the same day. Oh, you guys know what's oddly tastey? Chick pea burger things in pita wraps with sour cream, cheese, and tomato (Lovino, Spain, and I have similar tastes in that area ^^). I don't know how mom makes the patties, but has anyone else heard of Falafel's? The spoken name reminds me of a twisted combination of fluffy waffles or something. Messed. But they seem to be good enough. Ugh.

Only one more left before the requests... Only eleven more days of this... It's saddening, to see my longest baby finishing. T.T