In Which Doumeki Finally, Finally, Snaps

Summary: In which Doumeki finally, finally snaps. Because we all knew it had to happen someday. Only we assumed he'd snap at Watanuki...well, we were wrong. Very wrong. One-shot, DouWata.

Warnings: Slight, slight violence, frequent use of the caps lock bar (courtesy of Watanuki), shounen-ai (if you tilt your head and squint, whilst reading between the lines), and major over-protectiveness (in Doumeki's account).

A/N: Hiya, people of the world! *waves* This is an idea that popped into my head randomly and for no reason at all, and I have NO CLUE where it came from. o_O Well, hopefully it's original. Reviews are very much appreciated, and they make me smile. :) Please, read and enjoy. ^_^ *Hands you a piece of digital cheesecake with a flavour of your choosing just for clicking this story*.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't have multiple personality disorder x4. CLAMP is a 4 woman team. You do the math. XD

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Doumeki Shizuka can control his emotions. Really, he can. His reserved, caveman-like regular expression is a carefully placed mask, perfected over the years after his grandfather died. It took time, and incredible, incredible patience, but in the end, he mastered skillfully and completely the feat mere mortal men can hardly ever accomplish. He became a rock.

Well, not technical a rock, but the closest a human has ever come to metamorphing into one. The archers eyes seldom waver, and when they do, it is a shocking sight to behold indeed. His voice is usually a flat mono-tone hardly ever raised, even when he is frustrated. No, instead of being reckless, he learned to keep his emotion inside him, and in full check, at all times. Exceptions in this are very, very, rare.

Which is why Watanuki had full reason to drop his homemade bento and do an utterly speechless double-take once arriving in classroom 3-B. He had walked their with the intention of finding Doumeki, since it was lunch time and Wednesday, which meant the taller teen would be coming from 3-B Math class. True, Watanuki could have just waited for the glutton like always, but for some strange reason, he had felt an odd, prickly feeling coming from 3-B. Not a bad-spirit-who-wants-to-devour-him feeling, but a bad feeling none the less.

The seer had slowly opened the wooden door, with his left hand, since his right was holding the box of bento, and had nearly screamed at the sight he saw on the other side.

Oh, Doumeki was their all right, except it wasn't Doumeki. At least, not the Doumeki Watanuki had come to know (and hate...kind of). This Doumeki's eye's were smoldering with intense anger, and the teen looked ready to kill, a look that was strengthened by the way he had a random student (Watanuki couldn't remember his name, only that he was a third year) pinned to the side wall, about to land another blow to the teen's bloodied face if his raised fist was any indication.

After Watanuki had recovered (slightly) from the absolute surprise of seeing his friend/enemy/something-he-couldn't-quiet-put-his-finger-on in the middle of assaulting another human being, the glasses-wearing teen let out a high-pitched yell (and, if you were to ask the boy later on, he'd claim it was NOT like a little girl screaming in the slightest), and ran towards the demon repeller.

" D-D-DOUMEKI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? " Reaching the stronger, larger, taller, and at that moment rage-filled teen, Watanuki latched onto his curled fist and pulled it backwards sharply, away from the other male. Said other male did not waste such a great opportunity, and pushing aside both men, Year flew out of the room at a pace that could almost match Watanuki's when the seer was running from evil spirits out to kill him/harm him/bring him to his demise.

" DOUMEKI! W-WHAT WAS- HOW COULD- WHY WERE- WHAT THE HECK? " Watanuki still had his hand clamped tight around the other teen's, only now he was shaking it up and down with enough force to dislocate Doumeki's whole arm.

Doumeki, in turn, ripped his hand away from the smaller boy's grasp and hastily turned around and slammed both his hands into the nearest desk, making a resounding thwack! echo eerily through the room. Watanuki was willing to bet his life, soul, and culinary skills that whoever would have the misfortune of sitting at that desk tomorrow would notice a fairly large dent in it's otherwise clear surface.

Grabbing at the furious man's back, Watanuki tried desperately to shake/pull him back to reality, until, finally, Domeki Shizuka seemed to stiffen under Watanuki Kimihiro's clenched fingers, and he slowly turned around to face the shorter teen. His face was still ghosted with traces of anger, but he seemed much more sane now, much more Doumeki-like.

Gasping in relief, Watanuki flew into Doumeki's chest, hugging him tightly, without realizing at all that he was willingly holding his apparent enemy in a tight embrace. " Never, never, never, never, never, NEVER scare me like that again! Do you understand? Is this message getting through that thick skull of yours, because IT BETTER BE! I mean, what the heck were you thinking, why the heck were you pulverising that poor guy, what did he do to you! Wait, scratch that, even if he did do something to you, YOU DON'T JUST GO AROUND BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF RANDOM PEOPLE! "

And just like that, all the rage disapered from Doumeki's system. Leaning into Watanuki's arms, he buired his face into the crook of the shorter teen's neck, and attempted to explain himself.

" I...I...don't know what came over me...but...he deserved it. " The whole sentence was muffled, but Watanuki could tell the last part had been growled out.

Pulling back a bit, in order to look in Doumeki's eye's, Watanuki glared at him. " What the heck do you mean, HE DESERVED IT? " It came out hissed, and if Watanuki's arms hadn't been firmly wrapped around Doumeki (purely to keep the jerk from acting crazy and going on a rampage again, the seer told himself), then a lot of flailing would have been involved as well.

Doumeki's eyebrows narrowed and he nodded the tiniest bit. " Yeah, he deserved it. He...he said something...about you...that he should have never, ever said. "

The air Watanuki had relied on since he was born, the air he had always trusted, the oxygen that had kept his lungs pumping for so many faithful years, suddenly vanished from him completely. HE was the reason Doumeki had gone physco! For as long as Watanuki had known the archer, Doumeki had not once been that destructively angry. There was that time with the eye, yes, but even then, Doumeki hadn't been out for blood.

" People, " Watanuki gasped out, once he remembered how to breath. " people have always been talking about me as if I'm a walking freak show, it's nothing new. Besides, even if he said something nasty about me, IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO USE HIS FACE AS A PUNCHING BAG! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? IT'S LIKE YOU JUST...JUST...SNAPPED! WHAT DID HE SAY ABOUT ME THAT WAS SO APPARENTLY EVIL, ANYWAY! "

Doumeki looked away quickly, blankly staring out the classroom's window. " I...can't repeat it. "

Watanuki blinked, confused, and his eyebrows furrowed. " What do you mean, 'you can't repeat it'! It's probably nothing new compared to what I've heard before. " Was that a BLUSH Watanuki noticed rising on Doumeki's cheeks?

" Trust me..." Doumeki muttered, the blush growing a deeper shade of red. " You have NOT...heard it before. "

" Really? " Watanuki mussed, wondering vaguely if maybe society had come up with yet another demeaning word for 'freak', as he went to pick up the box of bento he had dropped by the classroom doorway. " Well, if you say so...anyway, come on, it's about time we ate lunch. The delicious, delectable, mouth-watering, amazing food Watanuki-sama has so kindly made for your sorry self must not grow cold! " The seer muttered, annoyed at the thought of his preciously cooked food going to waste.

" Hhnn. " Doumeki murmured, back to his regular robotic appearance yet again. Mentally, though, he was finishing what he had started with that brat of a third year. " If he ever repeats what he said, " The archer thought to himself, decidedly, " to heck with a bow and arrow, I'm buying a bat. "

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