Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki, Watanuki, Creeper!Kyle
Prompt:11:8- Pale
Rating: T
Chapter Genre: Romance/Humour (?)
Summary: Requested by Jaxii; Certain happenings can only be explained by looking at the nature of certain beings; after that, many of the worlds mysteries can be solved.
I

Watanuki Kimihiro was not a person born into the luxuries of high society, nor was he blessed with the many privileges of the wealthy nobility; he was a mere peasant, working diligently day after day for his pay and never squandering it away on things unneeded. Of course, his money management was never spared from his alcoholic, overbearing boss who seemed to delight in taking away chunks of his pay for food and drink.

The point of the matter was that because of his status failings, he never expected to be entertaining people of such prestige in his home.

Carefully Kimihiro poured the tea, gingerly handing the stoic lord his cup first, followed by his lords accompaniment. The smaller noble smile, sly and sneaky, and Kimihiro wondered why a man as well-liked as Doumeki was keeping the company of a snake like Rondart.

"Pardon my impudence," Kimihiro started slowly, voice soft and respectful of the silence, "but was there anything, specifically, that you needed?"

Those eerie golden eyes glanced at him from their owners downcast head, lingering on him then turning back down to his cup. Doumeki seemed to be hesitating, mentally going over what it was that he had in mind, ironing out the kinks once and for all and eliminating all doubts he had.

"We're looking for the witch," Doumeki stated, swirling his tea and tentatively sipping at it. Kimihiro nodded and hummed, biting his lip and wondering what they were doing making a house call to him when it was Yuuko-san that they were seeking.

"I'm afraid to say that you have the wrong house then," he said, gently setting the tea pot on the table top, taking a seat himself and wrapping his hands around the hot porcelain and savoring the taste as it sat on his tongue. "Yuuko-san will be found when she wishes to be found; if you have a wish, then you'll find her, no doubt about it."

Doumeki looked at him when he muttered the words 'pushy sales woman' under his breath.

"Well then, I feel we have overstayed our welcome." Kyle smirked at him over his thin glasses, loose tail tied at the nape of his neck. "Doumeki-san, shall we be off?"

The taller noble nodded curtly and stood, eyes remaining steadfastly on the apprentice, whose own gaze swiveled around the room uncertainly, nervous in the face of the unrelenting stare.

"I'll see you out then," Kimihiro murmured softly, standing with the two and offering a shallow bow. Doumeki received is graciously and replied with another nod, his expression as blank as it had been for the entirety of their (rather abrupt) visit. Kimihiro almost allowed himself to slip up and twitch in annoyance at the attitude; he might have not been a noble, but at least he knew what manners were.

"Kimihiro-san, if you would allow it, I would like to speak with you for a moment," Kyle whispered to him, hand wrapping around his forearm. Kimihiro tensed at the uninvited use of his name and the touch, freezing in his spot. Doumeki, ahead of them by a few paces, glanced back, eyes narrowing and lips nearly pursing, but he continued out, quietly closing the door as he left, leaving Kimihiro to nibble his lip and trying to stave off the jittery anxiety shuddering through his spine.

"Well, it seems I have no choice in the matter," he murmured, dropping his head for a second then spinning on his heel and crossing his arms, tilting his head in inquiry. "What was it that you needed Rondart-san?"

"You." It was said simply and bluntly, startling Kimihiro and setting him further on edge around the man than before. The smaller man backed away, enough so that the noble didn't notice, but enough to make himself feel more secure in his situation.

"Pardon...?"

"I said I need you," Kyle repeated, following him step for step until he had him cornered. "You, who make even the most beautiful blossom pale in comparison."

"I-I-"

"Oi." Doumeki stood in the doorway, arms crossed, almost glaring at his companion. Kimihiro could see his fist clenching around his bicep, a silent show of irritation -over what he couldn't accurately say, however. "Time to leave."

"Ah, of course Doumeki-san. One moment yet please." Kyle grabbed Kimihiro's hand and forcibly dragged it up to meet his lips, the contact making his skin crawl unpleasantly. "If you would, think over my offer before you give your reply."

Kimihiro jerked his hand away and slid out of Kyle's trap, going to stand by the open door and Doumeki, nodding to it. "If it's Yuuko-san you seek, then you will have to find her on your own. If it my hand, then you are purely out of luck; it is not up for the first person who happens by.

Kyle never returned but Doumeki seemed to be a nearly constant companion after that. He wholeheartedly blamed Yuuko.
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This took than I was hoping. It's sort of, kind of, based off of the scene in "Pride and Prejudice" where Mr. Collins proposes to Elizabeth. That's sort of the parallel I was going for... Anywho, it's 2:20 AM, I'm going to bed now. Night all. :) (Done s2lou; just, done.)