Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki, mentioned Haruka
Prompt:11:4- Mafia
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Humour
Summary: Requested by TheLadyPendragon; Being in the Yakuza had its upsides; especially since he got acquainted with someone as... talented as Kimihiro.
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Doumeki Shizuka had inherited the legacy of his grandfather when he was seventeen years of age, coming into leadership of one of the most powerful Yakuza families in Japan. Haruka had achieved a high status in the underworld during his reign and passed it on to his father, who held control for five years before succumbing to the temptations of an early retirement, pushing the Doumeki heritage on his son a year before he was legal. The family flourished in a similar manner under the careful hands of Shizuka, recovering until achieved nearly the same condition as when it was under the tender care of Haruka.

Now, three years later and at the age of twenty years Shizuka sat in his room, idly sipping at a self-made (he didn't trust anyone else to do it to his taste) drink, surrounded by the lush environment that a life in the Japanese mafia had afforded him. And tonight was the first time his personal alarm began to chime, signaling the presence of a being that didn't belong. He stood, fingering the traditional bow and quiver that sat, well used and meticulously taken care of since his first shot, and readied himself to intercept the intruder, gently notching an arrow and drawing it.

While he was prepared for a trespasser, he wasn't expecting them to come in through the one and only door, dressed in black, a mask over the lower half of his face, and multiple guns holstered on his thighs, two in either side of his hip, and one clutched in his hand.

Surely his family wasn't worth such an extensive arsenal?

"Oi," Shizuka called, a frown on his lips, knowing he would draw the attention of the Special Ops. member. Dark blue eyes snapped immediately to him, narrowing into a glare, an unidentified item clutched in black clad fingers. His legs shifted into a posture that suggested he was ready to pounce, knees bending and feet spreading apart. "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer, merely stood his ground, barely blinking as they stared at each other, his free hand twisting and clenching in anticipation. Doumeki noticed the bag secured to his shoulder and allowed a vague curiosity to register.

"Show me what you have and I might let you go," he stated, never relaxing his grip on the string and arrow. Those eyes remained narrow and attentive, waiting for him to slip up or continue with his move. When he didn't the man slid one foot around behind the other, low and tense.

"Why should I?" The light voice that sounded when he spoke didn't come as much of a surprise to Shizuka, considering the thin, lanky outline of the dark form. The pale skin of the mans upper face contrasted starkly with the deep shade of midnight. Shizuka didn't answer, leaving the intruder to ruminate on his aggravation; the physical signs were beginning to show in small tics taking residence in his left eye and the steady flexing on his free hand.

Shizuka let him go eventually. That was three weeks ago, and now they were standing right where they had left off, the smaller man huffing and grumbling about an annoying job that the witch was continually planning on sending him on. This time though instead of stealing something he seemed to be... offering.

"What's that?" Shizuka asked, voice calm and subtly inquiring about what looked to be a bentou box. The man drew in a long, deep, and self-pacifying breath, stiffly holding it out for him to receive.

"Just take it and be grateful already." Shizuka mentally debated, weight the pro's and con's of such an actions. Blue eyes glared evilly at him, the faint impression of lips he could make out twisting into a sour pout. "Oh suck it up and be a man! It's not poisoned or anything; that's not my department."

Shrugging Shizuka accepted and opened it, scrutinizing the beautifully arranged food for a bare minute before digging in.

Now, ten months later he had a new, competent chef and an eccentric, amusing, passionate lover that he wouldn't relinquish for the world. And Haruka was damn proud of him, Kimihiro had told him as such after the first two visits from his grandfather.
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I'm so sorry this took so long... My brother is an idiot and we had to go up to Calgary to see him in the hospital. I mean, I know people commonly use family problems as an excuse, but he could have died, just so you know. I wasn't really in the mood to write or study for tests I had. Missed my Chem. test and had to make it up today at lunch and after school so I didn't have any time to eat anything but A&W (XP Junk food) and I'm getting sick to top it all off. Like, stomach pain sick. It's unpleasant...

Enough of my belly aching, I hope that you enjoyed this TheLadyPendragon; the ending was really rushed because I want to go to bed *zombie*... 8O Rawr. Lol, chapter 104 anybody? :D And Watanuki is still a seer in this, hence why he can see Haruka.