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storypaint) wrote2009-10-30 09:26 am
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Slow Boil (Watanuki gen)
Title: Slow Boil
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 411 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: 30 Oct 09 // I weep for my mother as I watch the sea
Pairing: Watanuki and Doumeki gen; mentions of Yuuko
Other: spoilers for ch182.
Excerpt: It was mid-July before Watanuki pulled the kiddy pool out of storage, partly because he knew he'd have to go to the trouble of blowing it up himself.
It was mid-July before Watanuki pulled the kiddy pool out of storage, partly because he knew he'd have to go to the trouble of blowing it up himself. When he could breathe again, and he'd drawn the water, he slipped into it with a satisfied sigh, trying to resist the thought that he probably looked ridiculous. She'd done it, so he could do it.
"What are you doing?"
Doumeki's deadpan tone startled him. The girls hadn't told Watanuki that the archer had arrived, probably because they were putting on their bathing suits. Watanuki scowled and tried not to feel so... exposed. The floral umbrella didn't help matters much. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Trying to stay cool."
Doumeki stared for another long moment. "You look ridiculous."
"I'm fine!" he snapped back. "If Yuuko-san could--"
Doumeki nodded once, curtly, cutting him off. Watanuki paused. Something about this argument seemed familiar.
He knew very well that he wasn't Yuuko, and that he honestly had less style in his whole body than she'd had in one finger. Most people couldn't pull off her ridiculous antics and somehow maintain her fearsome reputation as well. He knew he wasn't as good-- he couldn't even leave the shop. But he was trying his best.
Water splashed Watanuki's cheek. He blinked in surprise as more splattered coldly down on him. Doumeki was leaning on the shower handpump. He pumped a couple more times, his expression unchanging.
"No," he said after another minute's consideration, "still ridiculous."
"I probably look like a drowned rat now!" Watanuki growled, rising fussily and shedding water. The girls ran out of the shop and twined themselves around his legs.
"You can have it to yourselves," he said kindly, and they shouted gleefully and splashed around as he climbed out.
"You don't," Doumeki began, and then stopped.
"What?"
"Nothing," he answered, stepping uncomfortably close to Watanuki, making him feel short and pale and irritable. Doumeki brushed a drop of water from his cheek, and Watanuki leapt backwards like he'd been bitten. This meant, of course, that he tripped over the pool and upended it over himself. He sputtered angrily while Maru and Moro tittered with laughter.
"Himawari is coming later," Doumeki said, unconcerned. "Get dressed."
Watanuki muttered under his breath, flinging the pool off of his head.
"I don't what?" he asked, eyes piercing.
"Have to be her," Doumeki answered.
Watanuki got up and went into the shop without another word.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 411 words
Prompt:
31_days: 30 Oct 09 // I weep for my mother as I watch the seaPairing: Watanuki and Doumeki gen; mentions of Yuuko
Other: spoilers for ch182.
Excerpt: It was mid-July before Watanuki pulled the kiddy pool out of storage, partly because he knew he'd have to go to the trouble of blowing it up himself.
It was mid-July before Watanuki pulled the kiddy pool out of storage, partly because he knew he'd have to go to the trouble of blowing it up himself. When he could breathe again, and he'd drawn the water, he slipped into it with a satisfied sigh, trying to resist the thought that he probably looked ridiculous. She'd done it, so he could do it.
"What are you doing?"
Doumeki's deadpan tone startled him. The girls hadn't told Watanuki that the archer had arrived, probably because they were putting on their bathing suits. Watanuki scowled and tried not to feel so... exposed. The floral umbrella didn't help matters much. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Trying to stay cool."
Doumeki stared for another long moment. "You look ridiculous."
"I'm fine!" he snapped back. "If Yuuko-san could--"
Doumeki nodded once, curtly, cutting him off. Watanuki paused. Something about this argument seemed familiar.
He knew very well that he wasn't Yuuko, and that he honestly had less style in his whole body than she'd had in one finger. Most people couldn't pull off her ridiculous antics and somehow maintain her fearsome reputation as well. He knew he wasn't as good-- he couldn't even leave the shop. But he was trying his best.
Water splashed Watanuki's cheek. He blinked in surprise as more splattered coldly down on him. Doumeki was leaning on the shower handpump. He pumped a couple more times, his expression unchanging.
"No," he said after another minute's consideration, "still ridiculous."
"I probably look like a drowned rat now!" Watanuki growled, rising fussily and shedding water. The girls ran out of the shop and twined themselves around his legs.
"You can have it to yourselves," he said kindly, and they shouted gleefully and splashed around as he climbed out.
"You don't," Doumeki began, and then stopped.
"What?"
"Nothing," he answered, stepping uncomfortably close to Watanuki, making him feel short and pale and irritable. Doumeki brushed a drop of water from his cheek, and Watanuki leapt backwards like he'd been bitten. This meant, of course, that he tripped over the pool and upended it over himself. He sputtered angrily while Maru and Moro tittered with laughter.
"Himawari is coming later," Doumeki said, unconcerned. "Get dressed."
Watanuki muttered under his breath, flinging the pool off of his head.
"I don't what?" he asked, eyes piercing.
"Have to be her," Doumeki answered.
Watanuki got up and went into the shop without another word.