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storypaint) wrote2009-01-12 01:01 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-12 01:01 pm
Sanctuary (Watanuki & Eriol gen)
Title: A Wolf at the Door; or Sanctuary
Length: 300 words
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura/xxxHOLiC
Pairing/characters: Watanuki and Eriol gen
Rating: G
Warnings: vague account of injury
Prompt/challenge you're answering: no_true_pair: Watanuki and Eriol with the title, "A Wolf at the Door"
Excerpt: Watanuki wasn't sure why he knew this would be the place to stop, but he had little more than instinct left behind the keening wall of pain.
Watanuki wasn't sure why he knew this would be the place to stop, but he had little more than instinct left behind the keening wall of pain. He scrabbled at the door, blinking blood out of his eyes, and swiftly someone answered.
"Here," the person said, his voice gentle, and Watanuki got a glimpse of dark blue eyes before the man pulled him gently into the house.
Watanuki felt a wave of red behind his eyes and passed out of consciousness.
*
He awoke in a bright room, bandage rough against his cheek. He slit his eyes half-open and studied the way the light fell through the large windows. Early morning, then.
"I'm glad you're awake," his rescuer said, placing a cool cloth on Watanuki's forehead. Watanuki opened his eyes the rest of the way, but he'd lost his glasses somewhere and the person was little more than a blur. A flash in the light off the man's glasses made Watanuki blink.
"Who are you?" he said, his voice a croak.
"A friend of your mother's," the man said, his voice sad.
"My mother," Watanuki whispered. The man dragged the cloth along Watanuki's neck, cooling the heat and the pain.
"Yes. Perhaps we will meet again some day under better circumstances."
Watanuki shut his eyes again, already slipping back into healing sleep, and he felt a kiss on his brow.
"Yuuko-san will help you," he man muttered. "And they will keep you real. Do your best, Kimihiro."
Watanuki had a thousand new questions, but his tenuous grasp on consciousness snapped. When he woke again, he was sitting on a park bench, utterly disoriented. He wasn't hurting anymore, though.
Something inky and malevolent sneaked around the corner of the nearby school. Without consulting his brain, Watanuki ran, his earlier savior utterly forgotten.
Length: 300 words
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura/xxxHOLiC
Pairing/characters: Watanuki and Eriol gen
Rating: G
Warnings: vague account of injury
Prompt/challenge you're answering: no_true_pair: Watanuki and Eriol with the title, "A Wolf at the Door"
Excerpt: Watanuki wasn't sure why he knew this would be the place to stop, but he had little more than instinct left behind the keening wall of pain.
Watanuki wasn't sure why he knew this would be the place to stop, but he had little more than instinct left behind the keening wall of pain. He scrabbled at the door, blinking blood out of his eyes, and swiftly someone answered.
"Here," the person said, his voice gentle, and Watanuki got a glimpse of dark blue eyes before the man pulled him gently into the house.
Watanuki felt a wave of red behind his eyes and passed out of consciousness.
*
He awoke in a bright room, bandage rough against his cheek. He slit his eyes half-open and studied the way the light fell through the large windows. Early morning, then.
"I'm glad you're awake," his rescuer said, placing a cool cloth on Watanuki's forehead. Watanuki opened his eyes the rest of the way, but he'd lost his glasses somewhere and the person was little more than a blur. A flash in the light off the man's glasses made Watanuki blink.
"Who are you?" he said, his voice a croak.
"A friend of your mother's," the man said, his voice sad.
"My mother," Watanuki whispered. The man dragged the cloth along Watanuki's neck, cooling the heat and the pain.
"Yes. Perhaps we will meet again some day under better circumstances."
Watanuki shut his eyes again, already slipping back into healing sleep, and he felt a kiss on his brow.
"Yuuko-san will help you," he man muttered. "And they will keep you real. Do your best, Kimihiro."
Watanuki had a thousand new questions, but his tenuous grasp on consciousness snapped. When he woke again, he was sitting on a park bench, utterly disoriented. He wasn't hurting anymore, though.
Something inky and malevolent sneaked around the corner of the nearby school. Without consulting his brain, Watanuki ran, his earlier savior utterly forgotten.