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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.

Watanuki awoke to sunlight streaming across his pillow through the corner window. He didn't really feel like getting out of bed. He was comfortable. His back was pressed against something warm...
Watanuki turned over slowly to find that somehow during the night he and Doumeki had ended up sleeping back to back. For the second time in as many days, Watanuki blushed as he carefully scooted toward the edge of the bed.

Yuuko stared at the ceiling until she caught the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting down the hall. She knew that today would be the start of many things. Some would end before the trip came to a close and others... Well, she wasn't all-knowing; but like any person with a functional brain she could very well guess that some of the other things that would be set into motion would not end for a while, if ever.

Watanuki whistled to himself and made sure his mind was as blank as possible while he prepared breakfast for five. Eggs, bacon, sausage, sautéed tomatoes and mushrooms, and toast. He was most definitely NOT thinking about yesterday evening's events after dinner with Doumeki. Nor was he thinking about having woken up with his back flush with Doumeki's inch for inch. Instead Watanuki was thinking about where he could find someone to talk to about cooking English cuisine. Cooking was the passion he inherited from his father, his legacy.
Watanuki noticed the bacon was beginning to smoke while he was lost in his thoughts. Quickly scooping it out with tongs, he debated whether to wake everyone or wait for the alarms to wake them.
Before he could take a step, Yuuko glided in with Mokona cradled in her arms still asleep. "You should go wake Doumeki. Himawari is already getting dressed."
"Why do I have to wake that jerk?"
"Did either of you set an alarm before you went to bed last night?"
"Er...no."
"Well then since you're his roommate you should wake him so he can get ready. He is in the first round of today's eliminations today so he can't be late."
Watanuki heaved another sigh and untied his apron. "Help yourself," he said to Yuuko as he slipped out the kitchen and up the stairs.

Doumeki rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. He had almost panicked this morning when he woke to find that he and Watanuki were back to back. He was trying to convince himself to move away when he had felt Watanuki shift. He kept his eyes closed as if he were still asleep and waited for Watanuki to start yelling at him about staying on his side of the bed, but it never came.
Instead, Watanuki simply scooted slowly away and Doumeki had to work very hard to suppress a shiver at the sudden coolness of empty space at his back. He waited for sounds of activity from the kitchen before rolling onto his side and sliding a hand down his stomach. This week would be pure torture, having Watanuki so close.
Lost in his fantasy, Doumeki failed to notice when the door swung quietly open.

Watanuki didn't yell, flail his arms, or give any form of his typical reaction to Doumeki. He was in too much shock. The blankets obscured his view but he knew what was happening regardless. Doumeki was jacking off. Again. In the bed. The bed that they both had to sleep in for the rest of the week.
Clearing his throat Watanuki studiously looked at a stain on the canopy of the queen-sized four poster bed as he spoke, "Please don't make a mess. I don't know where to do laundry at here, yet. Anyhow, breakfast is ready."
With that, Watanuki turned around and walked out the door as though nothing had happened and nothing was wrong. His mind, however wasn't letting him off that easily. It was stuck projecting the look on Doumeki's face as his hand moved beneath the blankets on the bed. Watanuki could feel the blush creep up from his collar this time. It felt like the flames of hell itself were blistering his skin. Two days. In two days so many embarrassing things had happened.
Watanuki figured he might go ahead and start sleeping on the couch.

Doumeki clenched his hair in his fingers as he bit back a scream. Why? Why did Watanuki keep walking into the bedroom at the wrong times? He figured he would just ignore it and hoped Watanuki would do the same.
He selected an archery uniform and took it into the bathroom with him. As he showered and went through his morning routine, he tried to figure out what he would say if Watanuki brought this morning's incident up later on.
Deciding he would just say he didn't expect Watanuki to come back to the room, he dressed and tried to get his mind to focus on the upcoming competition.

Yuuko kept the question in her mind from showing on her face. She and Himawari ate in silence as Watanuki stood in front of the sink, looking out the window with a cup of coffee in his hands.
She waited for Mokona to hop up onto her shoulder before getting up and taking her plate to the sink with Himawari's. "Watanuki, Himawari and I are going to go on ahead to the arena and get some good seats. We'll see the two of you there.
"Okay," was the only reply Yuuko received in a flat, preoccupied tone.

Watanuki waited, once more, for Doumeki before eating. It was something his parents had taught him that had stuck with him although he rarely had someone to eat with, until recently since he had begun working for Yuuko.
When Doumeki strolled into the kitchen, Watanuki placed a heaping plate in front of him without any words and they both ate. Watanuki left the dishes to be done when he got back, against his normal habit of washing them right away, in favor of going upstairs to get dressed while Doumeki strung his bow and selected his arrows for the day.
In the bedroom, Watanuki avoided looking at the bed as he dressed. He ran a brush through his hair and decided to tuck a colored handkerchief in his pocket so he could wave it for luck before Doumeki would shoot.

Downstairs, Doumeki waited patiently for Watanuki.
Once Watanuki stepped off the last stair, Doumeki walked ahead and opened the front door. They walked to the archery range in silence, neither acknowledging the miasma of awkwardness between them.
They stepped into the range to find that Yuuko had gotten seats right behind the slot in the shooting line where Doumeki would be.
"Good luck, Doumeki." She offered with one of her genuine smiles.
"Thank you," Doumeki bowed slightly at the waist, his formal training from the temple kicking in.
"You know, in this country, when they used to have tournaments of skill, it was customary for admirers of the competitors to give a token of luck to them that could be exchanged for a gift if they won. I think we should all give Doumeki a token of luck for today." Yuuko beamed at her idea, but Doumeki knew that particular smile and he didn't trust it.

Watanuki watched as Yuuko handed Doumeki a small silk purse, Mokona gave Doumeki a feather, and Himawari have Doumeki her hair ribbons. The ribbons were a thicker width today than usual and the blue of them matched Himawari's summer dress. Figuring he ought to go ahead and join in rather than fight, he pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to Doumeki. It was also blue, but darker. It was like the color of a twilight sky.

Accepting the tokens, Doumeki placed them carefully in the inner pocket of his uniform. They called for the competitors to line up for the first round of eliminations. Doumeki walked up to the shooting line and the others walked to their seats in the stands.
He listened with only half his attention as they listed the rules and explained how eliminations worked. Each contestant would take place in three different rounds today. The scores would be averaged out and the half of the competitors with the highest scores would go on to the next round.
They called for all archers at the shooting line to draw their first arrow.

Watanuki watched with bated breath as all the archers drew their bows back. He focused on Doumeki and willed his arrow to hit the target dead-center, the way it always did.
Thwump! The sound of 10 arrows hitting their targets at nearly the same time made him jump. Watanuki smiled when he saw that Doumeki had indeed struck the target perfectly.

The day wore on as each of the 40 contestants took part in the 3 rounds. At the end, light refreshments were served to the competitors and spectators as the scores were averaged. They read the scores from lowest to highest. As the list went on, the lower scoring archers left the arena and the announcer indicated that they would now be giving the scores for the competitors who would be going on to the next round tomorrow. On and on he went calling names. Finally he announced, "...and with first place for today's elimination round, Shizuka Doumeki!"
Doumeki braced himself as his companions rushed him like puppies set loose. Once they had all congratulated him Yuuko spoke, "I think you should choose a token to exchange for a gift today, Doumeki, and you can choose another token and another gift again tomorrow if you get first place then."
"A kiss," the words slipped from Doumeki's heart to his mouth before he could stop them, "that's the gift I want."
The reaction was raised eyebrows from Himawari and Watanuki and a smirk from Yuuko. Doumeki swallowed and reached into his pocket nervously. His hand was sweaty and his fingers felt numb. The callouses from pulling a bowstring didn't make it easy to tell by touch what he was grasping so he looked down into his uniform as he pulled his hand out slightly. Glimpsing the barest flash of blue he yanked his hand from the folds of his uniform.

Watanuki felt his temper rising as he stared at the ribbons hanging from Doumeki's fist. He didn't really know why he was so mad, but he let his temper out as was his habit anyway. "I should have known it would be like this! Even though you know I like her. You, jerk! Cook your own food tonight!"
With that, Watanuki ran from the arena. Exiting the structure, he made for the forest rather than going back to the cabin. He just wanted to be alone. He needed time to sort his thoughts out and understand why he was so mad. Wasn't it always like this at school anyway? What was so different now?
As Watanuki ran deeper into the forest, his pace began to slow. Not because he was tired, he was used to running from ghosts and spirits that chased him. No, he slowed down because the forest was getting very thick and had begun to seem a little creepy.

Doumeki was too stupefied to speak. He held Himawari's ribbons instead of Watanuki's handkerchief. How that had happened, he couldn't quite tell. They were two completely different shades of blue. He didn't move or speak until Himawari kissed him gently on the cheek and said, "Maybe you should go after Watanuki, you know how he is when he goes off somewhere by himself." She only smiled as Doumeki grunted and stepped past her to pursue Watanuki.

Sounds began to surround Watanuki in the forest. He was shaking more and more with each step he took, when something snapped a twig behind him. Watanuki turned around to see a pair of glowing green eyes watching him from a stand of bushes. With a wail, his preservation instincts kicked in and he ran in the direction he figured the cabin was in.

Doumeki had just barely seen Watanuki's form slip into the forest, but he knew how fast Watanuki could run when he was mad or scared. So he knew would have to follow his tracks rather than try to keep up with him.
Doumeki tried to follow the traces Watanuki must have left behind but there were none to be seen. No disturbed soil or groundcover, no broken branches, and not even the distant sound of footfalls. Doumeki figured the forest couldn't be all that large and decided to just keep walking until he found a trace of Watanuki's passage through.

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