K it doesn't belong to me. Does anyone know where I can buy it? Think if I'm good Santa will give it to me? K enjoy. This is intended to be a one shot

The part about their first meeting is accredited to Wyrdley. This story had to be fixed because of a slight misunderstanding on my part. But it's fixed now so please Enjoy. Thank you all for you patience with the noob! LoL

Why Do You?

Watanuki finished putting the dishes away and turned to his employer with a sigh. He hated to make deals with the evil witch.

"Yuko-san?" he inquired.

"Yes?" she waited with that look on her face. The one that made him feels as though she already knew what he was going to ask and had what she was going to make him do all planned out.

"This is a job right?"

"Yes." She said, her smile growing wider.

"Then I'm requesting next Friday off. As an employee, I have every right to make such a request, so there will not be a price for me to pay. As I have given you plenty of notice, if there was something specific you wanted me to do that day I will do it on Thursday night or Saturday morning."

"Fine. I will be sure to check on the things that needed to be done on Friday, and I will give you the list on Wednesday. Will that be good?" Yuko's smile was even bigger now.

"You're not going to demand a payment?"

"No. How long it takes for you to get your wish is up to you. Every day you take off is a day that it gets delayed. As is fair and right." Watanuki nodded, not liking how easy this was.

"Good night Yuko-san."

And with that he left.

XoXoXoX

Watanuki looked at the two people standing in front of him and bite back a groan. But between them they should be able to obtain all of his homework.

"Next Friday will you to, please collect my homework for me. It will pick it up from you Saturday morning. In exchange I offer a week of lunches?"

"Of course, Watanuki-kun, you didn't have to offer me anything, but I would love to try some of your cooking." Himawari-chan said.

"Hm." Was all he got out of Domeki.

"Thank you." With that he left for Yuko's shop.

XoXoXoX

"So what are you going to do next Friday?" Yuko asked with a smile. Watanuki just shook his head. "What not going to tell me?"

"I don't believe for a second that you don't already know. So, why are you asking something to which you already have the answer for?"

"Why would you think that I already know?"

"Because you live by your own rule's Yuko-san. If you didn't know and I told you, you would owe me something equal to the cost of the question." He smiled briefly. "Right?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Not all questions cost something. If it is an important question, then yes, I would owe you something. Do you think it's important?"

"Yes, I do."

"Ah well then. What are you making for dinner tonight?"

"Ramen, and I brought some Sake for you to drink."

"Yea! Lets get to it!"

"Mokona will have a glass!"

XoXoXoX

The next Thursday.

"Good night Yuko-san. See you on Saturday."

"Good night Watanuki." She waited till she heard the door close behind him. "Take care of yourself tomorrow." She turned to smile at Mokona. "Now, let's see what he made for us to eat tomorrow!"

"Yea!"

"Yea for Watanuki!"

"Yea for Watanuki!" the girls cheered.

XoXoXoX

The next morning rose grey and rainy. Watanuki shook his head as he got out of his bed.

"That Ame-Warashi must hate me. I hope she's enjoying her little prank."

Like every morning he stopped to be grateful for the few things that he did have. In his bed room he had one futon and his mother's dresser mirror. The living room had a couch that had belonged to his grandmother and his father's leather recliner. How he had managed to hang onto the recliner he had no idea. Many times he had almost had to sell it. The living room also had just one picture, the last picture of him and his parents together on his 5th birthday.

"Good morning Otou-san, Okaa-san." With that he went and started to make the three bento boxes that he would need for that day.

"I must remember to go for some milk on my way home today."

With that he got busy making everything that he would need for the day.

XoXoXoX

"Ah, Watanuki. It must be that time of the year again?"

"Hai, Springfield-san. Do you have the usual for me?"

"Of course Watanuki, a dozen white lilies, and a dozen red roses."

"I'm sorry Springfield-san, but I can only afford half a dozen of each this year. I have just got a new job and money is a little tight . . . "

"They are here for you and you will take them with you. As long as you give them my regards."

"Arigato, Springfield-san. I always do."

"Good luck Watanuki. Try to drop in more then once a year to see me, will you?"

"Gomen, I can't make that promise."

"I know, but I and Asuna-chan are worried that you are going to work yourself to death."

"I will try to come by, how about on my birthday? I will make you two a wonderful meal."

"That sounds just fine Watanuki. If nothing else we will be expecting you then. If you don't come you know that Asuna-chan will show up on your door step don't you?"

"Do I ever. Have a good day Springfield-san. Give Mrs.Springfield my regards."

"Bye Watanuki. Good luck." The older man said blushing a little.

Watanuki took one last look at the brown haired bespectacled man behind the counter, before walking through the rain once more. Quickly disappearing into the greyness of the day.

XoXoXoX

"I'm here." Watanuki said to the two little tombstones in front of him.

"I made you lunch, something new that I have been making for Dome . . . someone at school. I thought that you might like to try it." He set one of the bento boxes down in front of each grave.

"I have a new job. My new employer's name is Yuko-san. She claims that if I work for her she can teach me how to get rid of the spirits. She is called the Dimensional-Witch. I have met four people for different worlds, and have made friends with a fox-pipe spirit."

At this point he gave up on the umbrella he was soaked through already. He sat down in the mud before the graves stones.

"Negi Springfield-san sends his regards, he hopes that you are doing well in the far shore. From what I could see he and Kusangi-san aren't married yet, but his magic feels much stronger."

He set up his umbrella so it covered his lunch box.

"My grades are getting much better. There is a girl that I like in school. Her name is Himawari-chan. Yes she is as nice and pleasant as her name implies. She has a very sunny disposition about a great many things. She never seems to be shocked about something. If Yuko tells her something, she takes it as fact. Yuko-san seems to think that I really shouldn't be with her, but she won't tell me why. I refuse to ask because that woman is a miser. She never, ever gives away anything. Believe me I don't want to be any more in her clutches then I already am."

At this he stops to look around at all of the spirits that inhabit this cemetery. Unlike most they don't give off horrible smells, they just peacefully sit near their graves or talk to the other spirits that were there. Springfield-san had once told him that since his parents dealt with spirits every day that just by there bodies resting there they gave peace to the souls that inhabited that cemetery. Some of them he knew by name, he always nodded to the ones that were still there. They were use to him. And had been the only other things to show up to his parents funeral.

He split the roses in half and put them on his father's grave, the same thing for the lilies that went on his mother's grave.

"There you go. Both of your favorite flowers. Yes mother I got you the good lilies and not the ones that they use at Funerals."

The rest of the lilies went to an old soldier and his wife. They were the ones that had talked to him during the funeral. He had brought them flowers every year since.

"For you Niwa-san's, I hope they are to your liking." He said bowing before the two.

"They always are dear." The old lady said smiling at him.

"Glad to here you brought your science mark up boy! It would make you parents very proud to know how hard you are trying. It makes us very proud, and you aren't even related to us."

"Did you notice that Hikari-san has moved on, dear? After you visit last year she was so happy receive some of the flowers that you brought her that she just passed on."

"Hai, Niwa-san. But everyone else here seems to have flowers so this year yo two get other half."

"Quiet a chap you are boy. Your parents must have done a good job on you to raise such a nice young Boy."

"Well, I always try to do what I think would make them proud." He took a deep breath. "Achoo! Excuse me please."

"Oh dear! Hear we are talking to you like it's sunny out and it's pouring rain. You had better run home young man. If you got killed by a cold because you were standing here talking to use I would feel so horrible about it."

"My wife is quiet right. You should head straight home. Do pick up something for dinner tonight though. You might not want to be cooking later."

"Quiet right and get in to dry clothes right away. If you feel sick don't worry about making the ones your wearing clean till you're feeling better, understand?"

"Hai Niwa-san's."

"Now Daikii, take our favorite boy to the gates will you?"

"Of course, come now boy." A few minutes later her husband came back.

"That poor dear boy. He comes here every year. As much as I love to see him, I worry that he really should be among the living. Poor thing standing here in the rain and no one at home to worry over him."

"He's a grown boy now. He'll be fine. He has taking care of himself for years now. I'm starting to think that he's waiting for us to leave."

"Oh he's a fine boy, isn't he Daikii?"

"The best."

XoXoXoX

Watanuki let himself into his apartment in time to notice that he had forgotten his umbrella.

"I'm home." He said to the picture on his lonely side table. He placed his keys on the coffee table that he used in his dining room, and went to get into dry clothes. Falling into bed as soon as he put them on.

XoXoXoX

"Are you the Dimensional-Witch?" Yuko raised her eyes to see an older couple, floating, in her front room.

"I am. What wish are you here to have granted?"

"What would it cost us to get that dear boy tomorrow off as well?" For once Yuko was taken by surprise. The dead don't normally fit into Hitsuzen so you can't predict what they would do.

"Cost?"

"Yes, for the poor chap to have tomorrow off. He looked dreadful when we last saw him to day, and he stumbled down the street. So what would you charge us to get him tomorrow off?"

"Watanuki is a living person. Even if I grant your wish I can't stop him from coming in tomorrow if he chooses to."

"Oh dear! Oh the boy dear boy. Next year we will have to pay more attention to what the weather is like."

"Thank you for your time Yuko-san. We will see ourselves out." The old man told her.

"As you wish." She said with a smile.

XoXoXoX

Watanuki dragged himself out of bed to the sound of his alarm clock going off in his ear. He had to go to work. He really didn't feel well and decide to dress warmly, so he wouldn't get any worse.

XoXoXoX

"Good morning Yuko-san." Watanuki said upon his arrival at his shop.

"Well, hello. What's on the menu for today?"

"I haven't seen what is still left in the fridge, if there is anything left after yesterday."

"Hey! What are you trying to say?"

"That you shouldn't start drinking so early in the day? It leads to you eating more during the day."

"Speaking of drinking . . . I will have some of that new stuff you brought in Thursday night."

"Sure."

And so the day went like normal, till just after 4:00 in the afternoon.

Watanuki was making chocolate chip cookies to go as dessert that night. He opened the oven to cheek the temperature. Just right. He placed the cookies in. Them the heat swallowed him right up and left him in the dark.

XoXoXoX

There were voices in the darkness. He really couldn't be bothered to make out whose they were.

A customer of Yuko-san's he supposed.

"What happened to him?" a voice was asking.

"Yes, what did he do yesterday that he need to take a day off of school?" Now, that voice he knew. It was Himawari-chans voice.

"You will have to ask him when he wakes up." Yuko-san sounded as calm as always. "Domeki-san will you help me get him home?"

"Hn."

"Thank you. Now Himawari-chan, go home and don't worry. If he gets, any worse Domeki-kun will call you. Right?"

"Hn."

Why did that Bastard never say anything? If he was dying, he would have had the same answer! Nice to know how much the living cared about him. Ha! The Niwa's had been much more concerned about him then anyone living that he knew.

"Don't even continue those thoughts." Yuko-sans's voice was hard and cold. She was most likely talking to him in that tone. He wouldn't put it past her to peek in at his thoughts.

"Now pick him up and lets go. We really should get him into his own bed." Yuko-san said, and then he felt like he was moving. At that point though he was really too tired to care. He just got comfy against the warmth that was holding him and let the peace in that warmth wash over him.

XoXoXoX

When he woke up he was lying in his own bed. Looking up at his ceiling.

"Damn dream." He muttered before getting up. If he was late Yuko-san would have something planned for him to do to make up for it. He managed to get as far as his doorway before he noticed that the world was starting to go black at the edges. "What the?" then nothing like a light had gone out.

"Hn. Idiot. Doesn't even know what time it is."

The next time he woke up he knew something was wrong.

"Hello?" he called. Nothing, no one answered his call. He got up slowly, remembering what had happened to him last time. He made his way slowly down the hall, but everything looked the same.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"What are you doing out of bed?" a voice he knew too well asked.

"Whatever I want." Watanuki told Domeki, noticing that the taller boy had made himself quiet at home on his couch. "I happen to live here."

Domeki just looked around.

"You call this a living space? The walls are still white. There is just some furniture and that picture."

"Well then you can leave at anytime. I didn't ask you here and if my home bothers you so much then just go back to your own."

"I can't. The witch told me to stay here to you were well."

"Well I'm fine enough to take care of myself, and I might point out that I have done so for a great many years. So just go home and leave me alone."

"Hn."

"Why, you unfeeling Bastard! Here I am trying to get you out of a deal made with Yuko-san and that's all that you can say. Fine! Sleep right there if you want! I refuse to feed you though."

"What about the lunches you owe me for your home work?"

"Grrr. Fine I'll feed you! Then will you go home?" Domeki stared at him for along time. He seemed to decide something, and with that got up and walked toward Watanuki.

"Why? Do, you like being alone so much that you will be happy to see me go? Do, you like being alone in this coffin?"

"It's not a coffin! This is my home! And I'm sorry if I don't have a family or hell even the money to make it look nice. I'm still trying to hold on to the furniture that's here! So I'm sorry if my poor little home isn't good enough for you, your royale highness. Leave Domeki. Just go away. I really don't feel well enough to argue with you today. So please . . . just go."

"Are you begging me?"

"Will it make you leave?"

"No."

"Why? Do you like to see me suffer? Why are you putting me through this?" and at that poor Watanuki's body gave out and he fell to his knees.

"I don't." Domeki said reaching down to pick him up. "Do you remember the first time we meet?

The time you threw salt on me? I went home and made a wish. But so far, I have been unsuccessful at making it happen. What do you think Yuko will make me pay for it?"

Watanuki really wasn't listening, he had only heard the words wish and Yuko.

"I wouldn't ask her for anything. You are so good with people, and school and sports you probably don't need her help. I always wanted to be normal like you, but not anymore." Watanuki said tiredly.

"Why not anymore? Do you want something else?"

"If I was normal," Watanuki said yawning. "I wouldn't be able to warp myself up in your aura." And with that he fell asleep, holding on to Domeki's shirt.

XoXoXoX

Domeki looked own at the small man in his arms stunned. He almost looked peaceful.

"Hn. Idiot." He said laying him back on his bed. But when he went to rise up he found himself held in place by Watanuki. The smaller man refused to let go of his shirt. So with a sigh he crawled into bed beside the dark haired young man. He thought back to all that he had felt since coming into this apartment. It really was pitiful, but everything in the house contained something in it. A small amount of happiness and love, that the people who owned it before had left in it.

His house had been missing that since his grandfather had died. His parents, now divorced had wanted him to leave the temple where he had grow-up and move in with one of them. He had refused. When he was little the only one who wanted him had been his grandfather. Damned if he was going to let his parents brag about him like they had anything to do with what he had become. They both just wanted to claim his grandfather's work. To say that they had raised him well. Watanuki's place didn't have any cold spots. All the windows and doors were surrounded by salt. He thought it must be how Watanuki kept the spirits out of his home. With a sigh he fell asleep holding tightly onto the smaller man. Hoping to keep Watanuki's loneliness at bay, even if it was just for the night.

XoXoXoX

Watanuki woke up feeling both warm and safe. Something he hadn't felt since his parents had died.

"About time you woke up. Will you let go of me now?" he opened his eyes and lifted his head. He was curled into Domeki, holding onto his shirt and he really didn't want to let go.

"No."

"No?"

"No. Go back to sleep."

"It's Sunday afternoon. Even if you don't need to eat, I do."

"Fine I'll see what I have in the fridge." With that both boys got up and headed to the kitchen, where Watanuki started cooking up a storm.

"What are you making?"

"An Italian dish. Spaghetti. I always cook it the day after but I was sick so . . . today will have to do."

"Whose chair was this?"

"My father's. He used to read me in it."

"Hn." There was that sound again. Setting Watanuki's teeth on edge.

"Why do you make that sound?"

"What are we playing 20 questions?"

"Sure. Why do you make that sound?"

"So I don't end up making my parents look well in front of their colleges."

"Why would that be a bad thing?"

"Nope. Sorry my question. What were you doing on Friday?"

"I went to visit my parent's graves, and some old friends."

"Why don't you want your parents to look good in front of their colleges?"

"Because, they wanted nothing to do with me when I was young. Why should they get to anything from me now? What piece of furniture are you trying to hang on to?"

"My dad's chair. Why are you really here?" no answer came from the living room. Watanuki went to see what was going on. "Domeki?"

"Ask something else."

"Did you really want me to let go this morning?" Watanuki watched the stoic boys face as he said it. He was quite for along time again. He seemed to turn the question over in his head.

"No."

"No?" Watanuki asked not really believing it.

"Not your question. Do you really hate me as much as you claim?"

Now it was Watanuki that fell into silence. What would happen if he said no? Would Domeki figure out that . . . well, that Watanuki respected him. Lair. He told himself. You like him, as more then a friend. So answer the question.

"No."

"Then why do you say you do?"

"Not your question." Domeki got up and heading toward him.

"No, it's not. But it is really the only question that matters. WHY do you say so if it's not true?"

The taller man backed him up against the wall with a hand on either side of his head. Watanuki was having trouble keeping from answering. The warm safe feeling was creeping back in from close proximity of Domeki.

"Why do you care anyway?"

"The wish I made that day, the very day I met you, was to be able to keep you safe. Why do you say things that aren't true, Watanuki-kun?"

"I don't want you to hate me. I don't want to put you in danger. You get hurt when you're with me. And I know that happily ever after really is just a fairy tale. But if I didn't have some dream to hang onto . . . I'm afraid I will just fade away."

"For starters I don't mind getting hurt. You face bad things every day. I would like to help you stay alive to enjoy the life you were given. Next, happily ever after is whatever you make it. True that often it doesn't happen like it does in story books, but it can happen. Lastly, why would I hate you?"

"Because I'm sick in the head."

Domeki looked sad at this answer.

"There's nothing wrong with your head Watanuki."

"Then why do you look so sad?"

"Because you are so naive, worried over something so small."

"Yea right well I have never met your parents. For all I know it might be a huge issue with them."

Domeki was still holding him pinned. At those words he smiled, leaning froward as he did so, stopping a breath way from Watanuki's lips. "What will? The fact that I'm going to date you?" and with that he closed the gap and claimed the shorter mans lips, plunging his tongue inside to stake his claim. It felt right to him to hold Watanuki, to kiss him, be with him. He was starting to worry when Watanuki timidly kissed him back. Running his tongue over his teeth and into his mouth. Domeki smiled against his lips and pulled back reluctantly.

"There now we are both sick in the head, and no more falling over Hamiwari-chan. Got it?" He growled.

"Hai." Watanuki whispered.

"Good, now, let's eat I'm starving and you need to go back to bed."

Much later, after dinner and some rather steamy kisses' Domeki finally got Watanuki back into bed. He fell asleep almost immediately, and yet again he was holding on to, Domeki's shirt.

Domeki smiled and closed his eyes, the way his grandfather had showed him to when he wanted to send a message to someone who had died.

I did it grandfather. I made the boy mine, and I promise to never let him out of my sight. I will protect him like you said he would need, and I will love him so much that he will never need to feel lonely again.

Fin.

K there is slight OOC-ness but deal with it. LOL just kidding if you think they were horrible out of character please tell me why? It doesn't help to just say that they were.

K the Niwa's and Hikari-san come from DNAngel and Negi Springfield and Asuna Kusanagi comes from Negima!

Just incase you didn't know either of those animes. I don't own them either.

K R&R please. I like to know what I did wrong and right. For the next time I write. Thanks in advance to all those who will.

K, I really didn't mean to offend anyone but I figured if Watanuki had grow up with out a family he would most likly want a normal one. And would think of anything else as being wrong.

Ja ne,

Kat