A/N: Oi, this is my first anime fic. I've done a lot of writing, but it was all in preparation to tackle my one true love: anime!! XXXHOLiC's gripping storyline compelled to take the risk. I am not following a fixed time/storyline. Let's just say it's after Doumeki killed that ghost woman that Watanuki kept seeing and before the bitchy-take-my-eye spider. Review!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own XXXHOLiC, don't own much of anything actually…dammit all to heck!!
Watanuki was sure this day was going to be wonderful. It had started off so well. The rain which was predicted stayed away allowing for clear blue skies, the youkai which he felt was about to bear down on him had suddenly veered off, leaving him without harassment and most importantly Himawari-chan had a coinciding free period and today he'd share his bentou with her. He paused and pirouetted, addressing the heavens. Ahh, sweet Himawari-chan, kawaii kawaii Himawari-chan!! Perfection, nothing could bring him down today. Absolutely noth…
"Oi" The flat voice behind him had him clenching his fist with steam coming out his ears. Well, almost nothing. Watanuki spun and glared daggers.
"My names not 'Oi' you cement-headed idiot… Why are you even here? How dare you show up and ruin my perfect day? Is it not enough I must share a continent with you and…" Doumeki placed his fingers in his ears as Watanuki got going. He watched patiently for an opening in the form of Watanuki pausing to inhale.
"I am walking you to school, baka. Can we just go already?" Huh? The terseness of Doumeki's tone stopped Watanuki mid-rant as he watched the boy turn and head towards school. What was his problem today?
Doumeki was depressed. He had tried to ignore the signs for weeks but the truth was staring him full in the face. He, Doumeki Shizuka, was becoming a hentai. It mortified him just thinking about it. It was the idiot's fault and that woman. Yuko's missions had been increasingly resulting in Watanuki passing out at the end more often than not, and he kept having to pick up the idiot and taking him home. After the worry and anxiety had retreated, he was left knowing the idiot's weight and vital stats better than his own.
He knew what he smelt like, his tendencies to mutter unintelligible thing softly in his sleep. The way his faced scrunched up when he had an unpleasant thought. It was all too much, adding fuel to the inferno. At least, way back when, his dreams had been far-less detailed, he could have blamed it on the newness of the supernatural missions he suddenly found himself assigned to with Watanuki as his only companion.
Now, explicit dreams were accompanied with wide-awake fantasies for which there were no excuses. He'd wake up at the apex of a dream in cold sweat if he was lucky, since he could avoid the shameful pre-dawn laundry. The fantasies assaulted him throughout the day at the most inconvenient times. One had struck him just as he released his arrow at practice the other day, causing him to miss wildly and impale a tree in the far corner of the school. Thank kami no one had been watching or noticed that arrow before he retrieved it. He… hated… hormones.
The dream this morning was the best…worst, he meant, so far. He had been forced to get up in search of very cold water, which he had read, worked. What the article had failed to mention was that if the water was too cold then at the end of the bath, all you wanted was warmth, real warmth. The type you could only get from having the object of your affections wrap himself around you and whisper…
"Doumeki…" Watanuki was a bit perplexed.
The bastard looked the same, the infuriating half-lidded look and bored expression. Everything looked in order as they approached the school gate, but today he seemed a bit off.
Doumeki had almost crawled out of his skin at the sound of Watanuki's voice. The timing of it was ridiculous as it had melded with his daydream. He paused and blinked slowly, surfacing from the fog. In an instant Watanuki was before him all concern and confusion.
"Hey bastard, what's the matter with you?"
Before either of them knew what was happening Watanuki's hand shot up and was pressed to Doumeki's forehead. Doumeki went rigid. Watanuki muttered something about him feeling warm and his brow furrowed deeper…cute. Doumeki shook his head to dislodge the smaller boy's hand and his thoughts.
"I'm fine. I will see you in class"
With that Doumeki turned abruptly and headed off in the direction of the bathrooms.
Watanuki stared at his rapidly retreating back. Something was definitely off.
Doumeki was able to return to the classroom before the bell rang. To be forced to do that at school. This was humiliating. Hopefully if anyone had heard anything while he was in the stall, they'd assumed he was constipated. Returning Himawari's greeting and took his seat beside the idiot, steadfastly ignoring his inquiring look. Their teacher greeted and addressed the class.
"Everyone, we have a new student with us today. Please come in and introduce yourself"
Watanuki was still contemplating Doumeki when he heard the collective sigh from the girls of the class. He looked up to see what the fuss was about.
From the neck down, the boy was a Doumeki body double, with the same height and lean muscular physique that indicated natural athleticism. But the face, comparing them then was like day and night, literally. Where Doumeki represented the dark, quiet night, this new boy was the day. His hair was blond it seemed to gleam. It was spiky, grown long at the side and back to frame the boy's expressive face. His green eyes closed briefly as his smile widened, giving a small bow he addressed them. His hair, eyes and tan skin were a wonderful and striking contrast to the black of their uniform.
"Hello, I am Wyvern Shishimaru" The girls sighed again, one fainted unto her desk. The teacher started to give a brief background on the young man.
The boy looked up and his cheerful expression had been replaced with an oddly serious one.
What one earth? In this one class…? I am feeling such strong spirit powers and strange ones.
Shishimaru scanned the class and settled on Doumeki. Doumeki's expression was of one watching paint dry.
I know that power…He's a repellent. Interesting, I wonder if he knows.
His eyes flew to Himawari. The girl was smiling pleasantly but didn't have the look of awed worship he'd almost come to expect and dread from girls.
What a weird aura. It gives me the creeps for some reason. Interesting…she doesn't look intentionally dangerous though. But this other one, who is it, what is it?
His eyes finally came to rest on Watanuki. Strangely enough to Shishimaru, the boy looked peeved. And Watanuki was peeved. How was he ever going to get anywhere with Himawari-chan if these Adonis types kept showing up.
This great power. It's so…magnetic.
Watanuki realized the boy was staring oddly at him, and straightened under the gaze. Now what?
"Wyvern-kun, please take the empty seat next to Watanuki-kun and we'll get under way"
"Yes, sensei" The boy replied a little too eagerly for Doumeki's liking. He hadn't miss the weird stare the boy had been giving Watanuki. For some reason, he really didn't like it.
"Hello, Watanuki-sempai, it's a pleasure to meet you" The golden boy slid into the seat, ignoring the drooling girl to his right.
"H-hello Wyvern-kun" Watanuki was startled by the cordiality despite the formal speech.
"We should become great friends, don't you think? It could be very interesting for both of us…"
Watanuki was surprised to find he was smiling and responding to the boy's natural radiance and energy, though thrown a little off-balance.
"Of course"
To Watanuki's left, Doumeki's already black mood was rapidly deteriorating. Suddenly he's in need of a 'great friend'?
Shishimaru turned his attention to the teacher, looking forward already to the first break of the day. He was unable to suppress a grin.
So much power, so many kinds, the spirits should be active… Coming here may be interesting after all...
A/N: Oi, one chapter down. I am not sure if the chapter was too long or short. Hmm…Review, review and tell me what you think. I will try to have the second chapter up shortly.