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storypaint) wrote2010-07-16 12:46 pm
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[xxxHOLiC] which bridge to cross and which to burn (Doumeki/Watanuki)
Title: which bridge to cross and which to burn
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 869 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampkink: xxxholic, Doumeki/Watanuki meeting their parallel-universe!selves who are a happily married couple with three children.
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: Spoilers for xH Special (204b?).
Excerpt: Staying in the house all the time is giving Doumeki claustrophobia. There's nothing to breathe but smoke and memories, the smell of stale alcohol and the lingering trace of a perfume that Watanuki, for all his cleaning, cannot wipe away.
Doumeki takes Watanuki for walks. Being a cat, he isn't very fond of the idea.
Okay, to be truly honest, Doumeki simply insists that Watanuki get up and go out into the yard at least twice a week, even if that means dragging him. Staying in the house all the time is giving Doumeki claustrophobia. There's nothing to breathe but smoke and memories, the smell of stale alcohol and the lingering trace of a perfume that Watanuki, for all his cleaning, cannot wipe away.
In the yard, at least, he can pretend that Watanuki will see new grass someday, that he'll slip into clothing not cobbled together from the witch's wardrobe, that he'll start shouting about monsters no one else sees. Doumeki needs these hopes because the egg still lies dormant against his skin, and he's beginning to wonder if he missed the opportunity, even though Yuuko said he would know.
Doumeki has tempted Watanuki out into a cool summer's day. The sun is high and watery, but then it begins to rain. He lifts his eyes to the sky, furrows his brow, but Watanuki just chuckles a little under his breath. He glances suddenly at Doumeki, fierce and piercing, and Doumeki wonders when he learned that look from Yuuko, because he'd never used it when she was alive.
"Today the fox spirit takes a bride," he says. The words ring somewhere in Doumeki's mind and then he pieces it together patiently: it was a day like this that Syaoran and his crew visited last. He wonders if he should leave Watanuki to his other family. Watanuki waves a hand lazily; he may have been brushing away a fly or Doumeki's concerns, but it seems to be the latter when he continues, "It's a good day for seeing."
Maru and Moro bring the shallow bowl and rest it in the grass. Watanuki sinks to his knees, smoothing out the creases in his trousers (carefully altered by almost a foot, and when Doumeki watched Watanuki sew, Watanuki had lifted his gaze for a moment and said, voice like steel, "Clow Reed;" Doumeki hadn't inquired further). Doumeki shuts his eyes, leaning against the support of the porch and letting the rain drip on him as well.
Watanuki's visions are rarely clear so Doumeki thinks in the back of his mind that he must have fallen asleep before the connection in his eye showed him anything. This is an odd dream and not one he might have chosen for himself, but here it is--
There is a man with two blue eyes who is still shorter than a man with golden ones. They aren't touching, but comfortably, in the way of people who have known each other a long time and plan to continue for as long as possible. In any case, their hands are preoccupied. The blue-eyed boy is carrying a four-year-old with a giggle and improbable blue hair; she's cuddling into his neck and talking nonstop. He's somehow managing to listen to her and scold his partner for being late and pick out groceries at the same time; the shopkeeper seems unperturbed, as if this is a familiar scene. The golden-eyed man has the purple-haired twin by the hand and is keeping a wary eye on a dark-haired boy with his eye on the apples. He bends down, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder and speaking quietly for a moment, handing the child some change. The boy nods; the purple-haired girl does as well, and they share a look with the blue-haired twin before she slips out of her other father's grasp and they all take off running.
"You spoil them," the shorter man says. The tall man grunts. He brushes a hand through his partner's hair and takes the shopping bag from him.
"Yakitori," he says, and it almost manages to sound like an inquiry.
"You always want that on Mondays," the other says, resigned, and they pay the produce man and walk onward, sides brushing on occasion from their closeness.
When Watanuki scowls and flips the shallow dish, Doumeki opens his eyes and doesn't move. Maru and Moro make distressed sounds and rescue Yuuko's magic circle from underneath. Watanuki doesn't move; he hangs his head and hides under his bangs, and when he shudders Doumeki somehow remains still.
"You didn't see that!" Watanuki says, his voice still shrill and youthful. "That doesn't make any sense. Not in a thousand universes!"
It only has to make sense in one, in Doumeki's opinion. He wonders if they call Yuuko "Obaa-chan" or if she glares and the children learn where Watanuki gets his temper from. Probably the second one, he decides.
"Stopped raining," he says aloud. Mokona pops up as if it was seeking the perfect moment (perhaps it was; it has a sense for the theatrical) and demands liquor. Watanuki climbs to his feet and brushes off his clothes stuffily. The heat is rising again, already drying the rain on their skin, but he still stomps inside with an announcement that he is going to change.
Change, Doumeki doesn't say. He follows.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 869 words
Prompt:
clampkink: xxxholic, Doumeki/Watanuki meeting their parallel-universe!selves who are a happily married couple with three children. Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Other: Spoilers for xH Special (204b?).
Excerpt: Staying in the house all the time is giving Doumeki claustrophobia. There's nothing to breathe but smoke and memories, the smell of stale alcohol and the lingering trace of a perfume that Watanuki, for all his cleaning, cannot wipe away.
Doumeki takes Watanuki for walks. Being a cat, he isn't very fond of the idea.
Okay, to be truly honest, Doumeki simply insists that Watanuki get up and go out into the yard at least twice a week, even if that means dragging him. Staying in the house all the time is giving Doumeki claustrophobia. There's nothing to breathe but smoke and memories, the smell of stale alcohol and the lingering trace of a perfume that Watanuki, for all his cleaning, cannot wipe away.
In the yard, at least, he can pretend that Watanuki will see new grass someday, that he'll slip into clothing not cobbled together from the witch's wardrobe, that he'll start shouting about monsters no one else sees. Doumeki needs these hopes because the egg still lies dormant against his skin, and he's beginning to wonder if he missed the opportunity, even though Yuuko said he would know.
Doumeki has tempted Watanuki out into a cool summer's day. The sun is high and watery, but then it begins to rain. He lifts his eyes to the sky, furrows his brow, but Watanuki just chuckles a little under his breath. He glances suddenly at Doumeki, fierce and piercing, and Doumeki wonders when he learned that look from Yuuko, because he'd never used it when she was alive.
"Today the fox spirit takes a bride," he says. The words ring somewhere in Doumeki's mind and then he pieces it together patiently: it was a day like this that Syaoran and his crew visited last. He wonders if he should leave Watanuki to his other family. Watanuki waves a hand lazily; he may have been brushing away a fly or Doumeki's concerns, but it seems to be the latter when he continues, "It's a good day for seeing."
Maru and Moro bring the shallow bowl and rest it in the grass. Watanuki sinks to his knees, smoothing out the creases in his trousers (carefully altered by almost a foot, and when Doumeki watched Watanuki sew, Watanuki had lifted his gaze for a moment and said, voice like steel, "Clow Reed;" Doumeki hadn't inquired further). Doumeki shuts his eyes, leaning against the support of the porch and letting the rain drip on him as well.
Watanuki's visions are rarely clear so Doumeki thinks in the back of his mind that he must have fallen asleep before the connection in his eye showed him anything. This is an odd dream and not one he might have chosen for himself, but here it is--
There is a man with two blue eyes who is still shorter than a man with golden ones. They aren't touching, but comfortably, in the way of people who have known each other a long time and plan to continue for as long as possible. In any case, their hands are preoccupied. The blue-eyed boy is carrying a four-year-old with a giggle and improbable blue hair; she's cuddling into his neck and talking nonstop. He's somehow managing to listen to her and scold his partner for being late and pick out groceries at the same time; the shopkeeper seems unperturbed, as if this is a familiar scene. The golden-eyed man has the purple-haired twin by the hand and is keeping a wary eye on a dark-haired boy with his eye on the apples. He bends down, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder and speaking quietly for a moment, handing the child some change. The boy nods; the purple-haired girl does as well, and they share a look with the blue-haired twin before she slips out of her other father's grasp and they all take off running.
"You spoil them," the shorter man says. The tall man grunts. He brushes a hand through his partner's hair and takes the shopping bag from him.
"Yakitori," he says, and it almost manages to sound like an inquiry.
"You always want that on Mondays," the other says, resigned, and they pay the produce man and walk onward, sides brushing on occasion from their closeness.
When Watanuki scowls and flips the shallow dish, Doumeki opens his eyes and doesn't move. Maru and Moro make distressed sounds and rescue Yuuko's magic circle from underneath. Watanuki doesn't move; he hangs his head and hides under his bangs, and when he shudders Doumeki somehow remains still.
"You didn't see that!" Watanuki says, his voice still shrill and youthful. "That doesn't make any sense. Not in a thousand universes!"
It only has to make sense in one, in Doumeki's opinion. He wonders if they call Yuuko "Obaa-chan" or if she glares and the children learn where Watanuki gets his temper from. Probably the second one, he decides.
"Stopped raining," he says aloud. Mokona pops up as if it was seeking the perfect moment (perhaps it was; it has a sense for the theatrical) and demands liquor. Watanuki climbs to his feet and brushes off his clothes stuffily. The heat is rising again, already drying the rain on their skin, but he still stomps inside with an announcement that he is going to change.
Change, Doumeki doesn't say. He follows.