Better than me

Disclaimer: I do not own Clamp's XXXHoLiC or the song better than me by hinder

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" You are loved." the woman said passionately "You will be missed." she hurriedly took a quick hit, blowing the cherry sweet tobacco out onto his spectacles. Her employer lowered his mis matched eyes and wiped his spectacles with a linen handkerchief. "Do you have any proof?" he argued calmly, desperation teetering on the edge of hysteria. "Is that a wish?" the smoking witch defended, a garment eye darted to glance at him from under her lashes. The pepper haired youth exhaled slowly through his nose and shut his eyes. "Will you miss me?" he asked shakily, chancing the question. Soft hands cradled his face, willing him to open his eyes. Her ebony hair caressed his face as she gazed level with him. "Yes.' she answered, hiding her face to kiss his forehead. " And I will have loved you." she added,kissing his cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his lips.

Watanuki Kimihiro was a quest before he died. To find the one person who loved him. It was pouring buckets when he arrived at her home, getting lost in the downpour to find her. Who 'she' was, we were about to find out. A balding greasy male answered the door(1). Watanuki tried really hard not to wrinkle his nose at the man's baffling appearance and grotesque stench. He looked down and tried to not make it noticeable that he was staring at the old male's sweat spots dotting his underarms. "Yes?" he said gruffly, narrowing his dark eyes at him in irritance.

"Is Himawari home?" he asked shyly, gulping when the man's man was turned, his profile revealing a beer belly. He wondered if this was her father. "Kunogi!" the male hollered, and Himawari was downstairs in the blink of an eye. She bore a purple tank top and silk blue shorts, her curly hair was laid back, with one side of her hair pulled abruptly to the back with a plain barrette. She bounded down the stair, little ringlets trailing behind her. She looked so perfectly blank that she resembled a certain archer-except she looked almost...broken,emotionless even. But when she glanced down at him from the staircase, fresh fear invaded her eyes, and she looked truly frightened. The greasy man left scratching his genitals and with a 'make it quick' he was gone. Icy sheets of rain pelted his back and he hoped she would invite him in, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to come into her home, and neither did she by her body language. When the man left, the smell was replaced by her watermelon scented shampoo, but he could tell there were worse smells blooming inside the house. She seemed comfortable with him shivering in her doorway.

There was a few seconds of silence before he blurted the confession that harboured in his throat since he met her. "I have-..feelings for you!" he nearly shouted in embarrassment. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see her expression. The silence thickened, and as the scent of watermelon intensified-he opened an eye. Her expression was as blank as before, and she had leaned out the doorway, still not letting him inside. "Your an idiot." she began, and his intuition told him what was coming next."You could do a lot better than me." she shut the door in his face. The rain seemed much colder now as the color drained from his face and the flow of his blood slowed.

He held back a choked sob, muffled by the onslaught of the rain, squeezing his eyes dry. Doumeki Shizuka, the archer from earlier held the umbrella over his back with a passive expression on his face. He looked away, letting the hot tears slide downwards from his eyes. He was offered no comfort, and glad of it. It just wasn't a masculine thing to do. But after a few held in sobs began to break loose, he heard his friend speak for the first time on their trip. "I still love you." Funny, it didn't sound like a joke or anything.

To be continued...

A/N: Hi, classes held me back from updating-just a continuation from a one shot in my personal one shot collection. I will explain the following:

(1) In this universe, Himawari does not live with her parents, but shares a home with a very...indecent landlord. next installment will be explained next chapter, if you want to read it. thanks for one of my readers for suggesting I write a one shot because of my style of writing. Thank you!

(BTW: this will be a three shot)