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A Wish in England	By : Blanche_Conrad Category: +S to Z > XXXholic Views: 1804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own xxxHolic, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Neither Doumeki nor Watanuki or any of xxxHolic are of my creation. That honor belongs entirely to CLAMP. I'm just rearranging some of the pieces to my liking.
A/N: I won't be using honorifics. If anyone seems a little OOC let me know please. This is my first fanfic (and will 99% likely be my only xxxHolic fanfic), so constructive criticism will be appreciated.

Himawari read the menu, still puzzled as to why they were eating dinner at a pub. "Yuuko, I don't think I've ever seen you eat at a restaurant before."
"It's nice sometimes. I haven't since Watanuki has been working for me though. His cooking is too good to pass up."
"I agree," Himawari smiled, "but it's good for him to get a break now and then. He makes bento every day for school for Doumeki, me, and himself; and then he goes to work and makes dinner for you guys."
"Mokona helps sometimes!" Mokona chirped in proudly.
"Yes," Yuuko gave a half smile resting her hand atop Mokona's head. "Enough talking, let's order!"

Watanuki blinked. He reached for his glasses as he sat up. Light no longer came in through the bedroom windows. He thought to himself that it must be well past dinner and panic struck him. He scrambled to tidy his clothes and was about to rush out of the bedroom when he realized something.
The bed had shifted when he had gotten up. Someone else was in the bed then. "Doumeki…" Watanuki whispered and gave a slight sigh. "That jerk…. Well he probably is tired, after all. I'll wake him up when dinner is ready."
Watanuki padded softly out of the room and down the stairs. In the kitchen, he stared into the refrigerator, trying to decide what to cook.

Doumeki's dreams started out pleasantly enough. Memories of his grandfather, the temple, and shared meals with Watanuki, Himawari, and occasionally Yuuko and Mokona. Then at some point they morphed into something sinister. Memories of Watanuki facing danger, even death, began replaying in his dreams; except in his dreams, now a nightmare, he failed to save him. He held Watanuki's lifeless body in his arms and wept. He now knew how utter despair felt.

"Doumeki," Watanuki spoke hoping that alone would wake him. No such luck. "Doumeki," a little louder. "Doumeki! DOUMEKI!" Still not even a twitch. Reluctantly, Watanuki walked closer to the bed and extended his hand to shake Doumeki's shoulder.
"NOOOOOOO!" Doumeki sat bolt upright with a cry sounding as if it was wrenched from his very soul.
Watanuki, startled by the shout, tripped. He landed with his torso across Doumeki's legs. "What's the big…" His question abruptly trailed off as Doumeki turned him over so that Watanuki was looking up at his panicked face and the canopy above the bed, rather than the bedspread. Watanuki opened his mouth to begin his question again when Doumeki leaned over him and wrapped his arms around him.
Watanuki froze; every muscle became rigid in paralysis at the oddity of this action. Watanuki was brought back to thought and action when he realized that his cheek was pressed against the bare skin of Doumeki's chest. "Y-y-you… Let me go, jerk!" Watanuki pushed at Doumeki until his grip loosened. Freed, Watanuki scuttled backwards on the bed until he felt the edge behind him.
Doumeki blinked at him. Watanuki watched as the unreadable mask he was accustomed to replaced the confusion and relief he saw on Doumeki's face. Doumeki swung his legs out of the bed and braced himself to stand. Watanuki watched as the covers slipped even farther down Doumeki's abdomen. Realizing he was staring and where he was staring, Watanuki blushed. "Dinner's ready!" He squeaked before tearing out of the bedroom.
Once safely in the kitchen, he tried to reason out what had just occurred. "He must have had a nightmare. I just happened to be my clumsy self and that's that. He only held me because I was there." Watanuki replayed the incident his mind and explained it in reasonable terms aloud to himself. "I'm going to have to talk to him about the sleeping arrangements though. I don't care how he sleeps at home but there is no way in hell he's going to sleep nude while I'm in the bed with him!" Watanuki blushed again. "Uh…oh! Yuuko! Himawari!" With that, he ran down the hall to look for the girls so he could tell them that dinner was ready.

Doumeki sat in silence, wondering if that had really just happened. He had awoken from his nightmares of Watanuki lying dead across his lap to find Watanuki sprawled across his lap on the bed.
Fear had been a jagged knife in his heart as he had turned Watanuki over in desperation. Relief was the tranquilizer that suddenly slowed the marathon his heart was running when Watanuki had blinked up at him. Without thinking he had scooped Watanuki up in his arms and gathered him as close as he possibly could. His heart, which had calmed to a normal state, beat faster again when he felt Watanuki's hot breath feathering across the bare skin of his chest.
It was a good thing Watanuki had broken the spell when he did. Doumeki knew he had been dangerously close to dragging Watanuki up until their lips met, and he could feel his body beginning to react to Watanuki sitting on his lap. He made no protest when Watanuki left the room.
Doumeki was shaken to his core. Not trusting his hands to be steady enough to work the buttons on his shirts and pants, he pulled a yukata off a hanger on his side of the closet and slipped it on. Not seeing a need for formalities, he belted it and let his nose lead his feet out of the room toward the heavenly smell coming up the stairs from the kitchen.

Yuuko pretended to listen as Himawari recounted tales from school. Gazing into her drink, she wondered if the client would find her in this place filled with humans, food, and alcohol. They fey were very particular when it came to their tolerance of humans.

Watanuki's thoughts were turned inward as he walked down the hall back to the kitchen. Yuuko, Himawari and Mokona had not yet returned. Meaning he was alone with Doumeki in the cabin. He couldn't quite understand why he had blushed when he realized Doumeki was nude. They were both men after all, what was there to be embarrassed about? It's not like he had walked in on Himawari or Yuuko in a state of undress. He never blushed in the locker rooms at school.
Watanuki stepped into the kitchen to find Doumeki sitting at the table with an untouched plate full of food in front of him and another plate in front of his empty chair. "You could have gone ahead and eaten. It's not like you to not eat whatever food is in sight."
"But then you would have eaten alone, and that wouldn't be ok."
Startled by Doumeki's reply which echoed his own from lunch, Watanuki plopped into his chair. He inhaled the aroma of the food before him, focusing on it rather than his nonsense thoughts.
"So what is this?"
"Uh… It's pork and mashed potatoes with gravy."
"Itadakimasu."
Watanuki and Doumeki ate in silence. Doumeki took his and Watanuki's empty plates to the sink and began to wash them.
"I'll do…" Watanuki began but was cut off.
"I've got it. Thanks for dinner." Silence stretched between them. "I'm sorry for earlier. I was having a nightmare."
"It's okay."
The silence wrapped around them comfortably. When Doumeki placed water to boil for tea, Watanuki spoke up.
"Um, could I…that is… uh… Wear clothes when you sleep!" Watanuki stammered and then blurted his thoughts out all wrong from how he had planned to say them. "If you don't then I'm going to sleep on the couch, and I won't feed you." He crossed his arms like a petulant child.
"I usually do." Doumeki replied in his usual flat manner.
"Good!"
Silence again. Until…
"Doumeki."
"Yes?"
"You just put the water to boil for tea, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"It smells like it's burning…but water can't burn."
"I added the tea already."
Watanuki practically flew to stove, sending his chair crashing to floor for the second time, and screaming insults at Doumeki about being an idiot and worthless.

Doumeki cringed as Watanuki scrambled across the kitchen screaming like a banshee at him. He shrugged and waited for Watanuki to pause for breath.
"Why do you think I don't cook?"
With that Watanuki began a lecture on how he really should learn because he couldn't depend on other people forever and it wasn't healthy to eat out all the time. Doumeki rolled his eyes but watched intently as Watanuki cleaned up his mishap and set about making tea properly.

Yuuko suggested to Himawari that she go to settle the bill as a petite, chestnut-haired girl entered the pub and picked her way toward the table. The girl deposited herself gracefully in the spot which Himawari had vacated only a moment before.
"You came." Yuuko took a sip of her brandy and waited.
"I had to. We have no choice anymore. There is nothing we can do about this menace, powerful as we are. We need your help, wish-granter, and I have come to barter for it." Her voice was soft yet melodic as her bright green eyes begged for help.
"And you are willing to pay whatever price it may cost?"
"Yes."
"Then it shall be done before the week is out. I will expect my payment before the dawn on the last day of the week." With that Yuuko rose and met Himawari at the door. It was time to go home. The tournament would begin early tomorrow.

Watanuki and Doumeki drank their tea in silence. Inside, Watanuki was still upset and confused. Outside he appeared calm which was a rarity in Doumeki's presence. He placed their empty cups in the sink and said he'd wash them with the dishes from breakfast in the morning. He followed Doumeki up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Without sparing a thought for his earlier embarrassment, he changed into his nightclothes. His ears caught flame, however, when Doumeki pulled a pair of lounge pants on under his yukata and then unbelted it. He watched, mesmerized by some new curiosity, as Doumeki shed the yukata and laid it over the chair next to the closet. Before Doumeki could turn around he leapt into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

Doumeki inhaled sharply when Watanuki pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it toward the hamper in the corner of the room. With Watanuki facing the window, he was free to watch indulgently as he undressed and dressed again. He turned quickly and yanked a pair of lounge pants from the closet. He was careful about pulling them up over his hips. He could feel Watanuki's eyes on his back as he removed the yukata.
He walked back to the door to turn the light off. Walking back toward the bed he was glad for the darkness. Lounge pants were not modest in certain conditions, and after seeing Watanuki change he knew that finding a comfortable sleeping position would be difficult tonight.
"Goodnight," he said as he slid under the covers for the second time.
"G-goodnight." Watanuki's shaky reply gave him a small smile as he tried to clear his mind for sleep.

Reviews are welcome and I hope to post the next chapter soon.
Regards,
Blanche
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