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storypaint) wrote2009-04-22 03:36 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-22 03:36 pm
your faith was strong but you needed proof (Doumeki/Watanuki)
Title: your faith was strong but you needed proof
Length: 857 words
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springkink: xxxHOLiC - Doumeki/Watanuki - moving in together - it goes like this / the fourth the fifth (not official claim)
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: Speculation on end of canon, spoilers for ch174.
Excerpt: Himawari, Doumeki, and Watanuki have a funeral for Yuuko in the park, a week after the shop disappears.
i. it goes like this
Watanuki goes out for groceries while Doumeki is at archery practice, and he's humming when he comes back to the shop. He's thinking about dinner and the chores afterwards and maybe doing some more cleaning while Yuuko is away. He could surprise her with a well-organized storeroom.
When he reaches the shop he drops his bags. He's never seen the vacant lot that Doumeki and Himawari told him about, but here it is, weed-choked, grassy. The poles of the gate which seemed brand-new this morning now looked as if they'd been abandoned to the elements for years. It was just a barren lot in the midst of tall buildings, incongruous.
He rushes through the gates as if he expects things to change, and they don't. His shoes crunch through dead grass and dirt and trash. He examines the fence as if it might hold clues instead of splinters. Nothing.
He finds Yuuko's treasures in the back corner of the lot. Most are dirty now, looking even more like junk than they had in the shop itself, and Watanuki's hand closes around a plastic toy wand without even thinking about it.
He's still holding it when Doumeki comes back, so Doumeki carries the groceries to the temple.
ii. the fourth, the fifth
Himawari, Doumeki, and Watanuki have a funeral for Yuuko in the park, a week after the shop disappears. They sit on the animals and tell stories about her and all of the things she did, and they talk about Mokona too, because they haven't seen the black meatbun since Yuuko's disappearance.
Watanuki is melodramatic and angry and laughing by turns, but mostly he is quiet, and the conversation dries up and dies after he talks about the window incident.
"She put me in her bed," he said to them, "and drew the curtains, and waited for me to wake up. She told me I was asleep for several days. I wonder... where she slept."
Doumeki doesn't say, "She didn't." He just shrugs. Himawari looks away.
They crack open a bottle that Doumeki has produced from somewhere, but Watanuki never liked sake, really.
iii. the minor fall
When Watanuki goes home after the funeral, the landlady is showing the apartment to a young couple, and his key in the lock is an honest shock.
"We hadn't seen you in a couple of months," she sputters. The couple look scared. Even though it's just a high-school-aged boy, there's something... odd about him. His eyes: one golden, one blue, both staring straight through you.
"I'll come back in a couple of hours, shall I?" Watanuki says gently. He does his shopping, because the landlady is right. All of the food he has in the house can't still be good. He'll have to clean out the fridge tonight.
When he comes back, the couple and the landlady are both gone. He puts the groceries away, trying to ignore the smell in the fridge, and then he sits on the floor in the living room and sobs for the first time since Yuuko disappeared.
When Watanuki's wails drop to keening, he hears a knock at the door. One can never tell with Doumeki, so poker-faced, but the archer says nothing about Watanuki's outburst. He elbows his way into Watanuki's apartment and sits down at his kitchen table.
"After dinner," he says, "we'll move your stuff."
Watanuki bites his lip and complains about sharing his new groceries. In the end, all he ends up taking from the apartment is his clothing and a few odds and ends.
At the temple, he has his own room, for a while.
iv. the major lift
Over dinner one night, he tells Doumeki that he's decided to become an elementary school teacher. Doumeki considers it for a long moment, sipping at his tea.
"You'd be good at it," he says.
"Because I flail around like an idiot?" Watanuki says sourly, rolling his eyes. They'd spent a great deal of the afternoon arguing about shrine cleaning (at least, Watanuki had argued; he could conduct both sides of an argument at once, and it saved Doumeki from bothering).
"Because you're good with kids," Doumeki says, taking the plates, and Watanuki blinks.
"Dead ones, anyway," he mumbles.
Still, he thinks about it that night, looking at the moonlight slanting into the bedroom from the sliding door cracked open. He shifts a bit and Doumeki steals more of the covers instinctively, so Watanuki spends a moment kicking him and stealing them back before he can focus again.
He hasn't seen any dead persons, children or otherwise, for a long time. His sight is good enough that he can avoid the creatures occasionally hovering around the edge of his vision, and he hasn't been nearly eaten in months.
Doumeki's arm creeps around Watanuki's waist and the other man is breathing in his ear, but Watanuki barely notices. He studies the moonlight and thinks about butterflies.
You can only see the shop if you have a wish, he knows. So maybe...
Maybe it's still there.
He shuts his eyes, adjusts Doumeki's grip, and goes to sleep. For once, he does not dream.
Length: 857 words
Prompt:
springkink: xxxHOLiC - Doumeki/Watanuki - moving in together - it goes like this / the fourth the fifth (not official claim)Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: Speculation on end of canon, spoilers for ch174.
Excerpt: Himawari, Doumeki, and Watanuki have a funeral for Yuuko in the park, a week after the shop disappears.
i. it goes like this
Watanuki goes out for groceries while Doumeki is at archery practice, and he's humming when he comes back to the shop. He's thinking about dinner and the chores afterwards and maybe doing some more cleaning while Yuuko is away. He could surprise her with a well-organized storeroom.
When he reaches the shop he drops his bags. He's never seen the vacant lot that Doumeki and Himawari told him about, but here it is, weed-choked, grassy. The poles of the gate which seemed brand-new this morning now looked as if they'd been abandoned to the elements for years. It was just a barren lot in the midst of tall buildings, incongruous.
He rushes through the gates as if he expects things to change, and they don't. His shoes crunch through dead grass and dirt and trash. He examines the fence as if it might hold clues instead of splinters. Nothing.
He finds Yuuko's treasures in the back corner of the lot. Most are dirty now, looking even more like junk than they had in the shop itself, and Watanuki's hand closes around a plastic toy wand without even thinking about it.
He's still holding it when Doumeki comes back, so Doumeki carries the groceries to the temple.
ii. the fourth, the fifth
Himawari, Doumeki, and Watanuki have a funeral for Yuuko in the park, a week after the shop disappears. They sit on the animals and tell stories about her and all of the things she did, and they talk about Mokona too, because they haven't seen the black meatbun since Yuuko's disappearance.
Watanuki is melodramatic and angry and laughing by turns, but mostly he is quiet, and the conversation dries up and dies after he talks about the window incident.
"She put me in her bed," he said to them, "and drew the curtains, and waited for me to wake up. She told me I was asleep for several days. I wonder... where she slept."
Doumeki doesn't say, "She didn't." He just shrugs. Himawari looks away.
They crack open a bottle that Doumeki has produced from somewhere, but Watanuki never liked sake, really.
iii. the minor fall
When Watanuki goes home after the funeral, the landlady is showing the apartment to a young couple, and his key in the lock is an honest shock.
"We hadn't seen you in a couple of months," she sputters. The couple look scared. Even though it's just a high-school-aged boy, there's something... odd about him. His eyes: one golden, one blue, both staring straight through you.
"I'll come back in a couple of hours, shall I?" Watanuki says gently. He does his shopping, because the landlady is right. All of the food he has in the house can't still be good. He'll have to clean out the fridge tonight.
When he comes back, the couple and the landlady are both gone. He puts the groceries away, trying to ignore the smell in the fridge, and then he sits on the floor in the living room and sobs for the first time since Yuuko disappeared.
When Watanuki's wails drop to keening, he hears a knock at the door. One can never tell with Doumeki, so poker-faced, but the archer says nothing about Watanuki's outburst. He elbows his way into Watanuki's apartment and sits down at his kitchen table.
"After dinner," he says, "we'll move your stuff."
Watanuki bites his lip and complains about sharing his new groceries. In the end, all he ends up taking from the apartment is his clothing and a few odds and ends.
At the temple, he has his own room, for a while.
iv. the major lift
Over dinner one night, he tells Doumeki that he's decided to become an elementary school teacher. Doumeki considers it for a long moment, sipping at his tea.
"You'd be good at it," he says.
"Because I flail around like an idiot?" Watanuki says sourly, rolling his eyes. They'd spent a great deal of the afternoon arguing about shrine cleaning (at least, Watanuki had argued; he could conduct both sides of an argument at once, and it saved Doumeki from bothering).
"Because you're good with kids," Doumeki says, taking the plates, and Watanuki blinks.
"Dead ones, anyway," he mumbles.
Still, he thinks about it that night, looking at the moonlight slanting into the bedroom from the sliding door cracked open. He shifts a bit and Doumeki steals more of the covers instinctively, so Watanuki spends a moment kicking him and stealing them back before he can focus again.
He hasn't seen any dead persons, children or otherwise, for a long time. His sight is good enough that he can avoid the creatures occasionally hovering around the edge of his vision, and he hasn't been nearly eaten in months.
Doumeki's arm creeps around Watanuki's waist and the other man is breathing in his ear, but Watanuki barely notices. He studies the moonlight and thinks about butterflies.
You can only see the shop if you have a wish, he knows. So maybe...
Maybe it's still there.
He shuts his eyes, adjusts Doumeki's grip, and goes to sleep. For once, he does not dream.