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A Wish in England	By : Blanche_Conrad Category: +S to Z > XXXholic Views: 1805 -:- 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 forced himself to get out bed, although it wasn't quite light outside yet. He had to get ready for the day. Breakfast needed to be made, and then he had to pick a uniform for Doumeki and go to take his place in the fey Realm. Watanuki was nervous about seeing Doumeki again. The paper Yuuko had confronted him with yesterday was the results of the elimination round. Doumeki had indeed won. He had wanted to exchange Watanuki's handkerchief for a kiss, but Watanuki talked his way out of it.
There would be no talking his way out of it now. He would have to give in, wouldn't he? Why a kiss? Why would Doumeki want a kiss from him?
Those thoughts eddied around Watanuki's mind while he prepared breakfast. He woke Yuuko to let her know that breakfast was ready, all she and Himawari would have to do was warm it up. He walked back up the stairs and stood in the door of his and Doumeki's room for a moment, just staring at the closet. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked toward the closet. He picked a uniform from the ones that hung neatly in the middle of the closet. He carefully took it off of the hanger and folded it neatly. Watanuki grabbed a tote bag from his empty luggage and carried it and the uniform downstairs. He went back into the kitchen and began to prepare a serving of breakfast for Doumeki. His pride convinced him that he was only trying to show that his cooking surpassed anything the fey could do, but a little piece of his mind tried to say otherwise.
Watanuki placed the food in the bottom of the tote, a towel on top of the food, and then Doumeki's uniform on top of the towel. He left the cabin silently and began walking in the soft light of dawn toward the fairy knoll.

Doumeki woke already in deep thought. How in the world was he going to get Watanuki to return his feelings? Getting him to even thank him was a chore in and of itself, not that Doumeki ever asked for thanks or gratitude. It was enough for him that he could be close to Watanuki, keep him safe, and spend time with him. Doumeki figured he would start with getting his kiss, for having won eliminations again.
He walked into what he supposed was the bathroom attached to the sleeping quarter. No toilet, but there was a basin set in the wall resembling a sink and a carved depression in the floor that could be taken for a bathtub. Doumeki walked over to it and fiddled with various things. Although he saw no way to run bathwater, he figured he could at least use one of the soaps to wipe himself clean with. He disrobed and stepped into the depression in the floor. As soon as he had sat down completely water started to seep upwards from the bottom of the tub. It was warm and comforting. He figured he had better make this a quick bath or he would fall asleep.

Watanuki walked into the hall warily. He didn't see anyone around, but then a voice spoke from the shadows to his left.
"The archer is sleeping in the room you had last night." It was the princess. She gave him a smile and then walked passed him into the tunnel leading outside.
Watanuki remembered how to get to that room and so walked at a decent pace, not worried about getting lost. He paused in front of the door, wondering if he should knock. He knocked but there was no answer.
"Figures, tch," Watanuki grumbled under his breath. "I'll have to wake him up, I guess."
Watanuki opened the door ready to exclaim loudly enough to wake Doumeki only to see an empty room. He panicked for a moment. Then noticed that the door to the bathing room was shut. He was thankful that Doumeki was awake but knew he would have to take Doumeki's uniform inside for him. He walked over to that door and knocked once more, but there still was no reply. Truly worried now, Watanuki opened the door.
Doumeki was sitting in the tub-like depression, but his head was resting on the floor. The water gave off small wisps of steam. Watanuki dropped the tote and rushed over to Doumeki. He spoke to him, shook him by the shoulder, and even slapped him across the face; but Doumeki didn't rouse. Watanuki walked back over to the tote with the intention of retrieving the food to hold under Doumeki's nose, figuring the smell of food would wake him up. When he turned around, however, Doumeki was...gone?
Once again Watanuki rushed to the tub. He saw that Doumeki had slipped under the water and quickly hauled him out. Watanuki became frantic, yelling and near-crying in turns as he tried to wake Doumeki. Finally the idea occurred to him that maybe Doumeki had swallowed some water. He recalled the lessons the swimming teacher gave every year on what to do if someone had taken in water and nearly drowned.
With a gulp to steel himself, Watanuki tilted Doumeki's head back leaned down so that his cheek was next to Doumeki's nose and he was looking at his chest. He refused to let himself acknowledge the fact that he was also looking at the rest of Doumeki's nude form.
"Wah! He's not breathing!" Without a second thought Watanuki placed his lips to Doumeki's and blew his breath in. He repeated this several times, and just when he was about to try to call Yuuko, something happened.

Doumeki woke to warm lips pressed against his own, and then whoever it was blew their breath into his mouth. He heard sobbing and the words "too late." He recognized that voice. Watanuki. Then suddenly lips pressed to his once more, this time tasting of tears. Doumeki inhaled deeply at the same time he brought his arms up to wrap around Watanuki. He held him close as he turned what he supposed was a rescue attempt into a steamy, breath-stealing kiss. He let out his feelings in that kiss, his passion and his intensity. Doumeki knew he was heading into dangerous waters as he felt the blood rush from his brain to a southern destination.
When he finally loosened his arms and broke the kiss, dazed blue eyes seemed to stare through him for a moment. He wanted a reaction. Something more than that dazed confusion. So he began to slide his hand under the hem of Watanuki's untucked shirt, but as soon as his fingers touched the bare skin of Watanuki's stomach he was met with a slap across the face.

"What was that?! You JERK! I thought you were dead! Then you go and, and...GAH!" Watanuki couldn't think, couldn't speak, and couldn't understand what had just happened. He had been so numb when he thought Doumeki was dead and in desperation had tried one more time to save him. Without warning strong arms had wrapped around him as the immobile lips beneath his came to roaring life, sucking him into an erotic kiss.
Watanuki walked over to the tote bag, his ears and face red as beets. He wordlessly picked it up and took it over to Doumeki. He went to leave the bathing room, but paused in the door. "Consider that your gift," he said before stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
He didn't know what to do. He wanted another kiss, but he wanted to strangle Doumeki, and yet he also wanted to cry with relief. He flopped onto the rumpled bed and stared at the rough ceiling trying to get his thoughts, and his heart, in order.

Doumeki almost smiled. Almost. He didn't only because Watanuki had slapped him. He dressed in thoughtful silence and walked out into the bedroom with the tote bag. Watanuki was fixing the bed. He helped him fold over the other side and then sat on the bed. Watanuki sat on the bed too but faced the door.
"Yuuko showed me the results. You won fair and square, so consider that kiss your gift in exchange for the token."
"It wasn't a proper gift if it ended with you smacking me, was it?"
"That's because you were touching somewhere you didn't need to!" Watanuki turned to face him as he flailed his arms in the air.
Doumeki couldn't help it, he smiled. It wasn't a million watt, movie star smile. Just a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth. Watanuki was his usual self. "Eat with me."
"Huh?" Watanuki looked as though he didn't understand.
"Eat with me. You didn't eat before you came here, did you? But you brought me food."
"Oh, no, I didn't... Okay..."
Doumeki and Watanuki sat cross-legged on the bed as they ate breakfast together. When they were done, Doumeki walked back into the bathroom to get his dirty clothes. He pulled Watanuki's handkerchief from the pocket before putting them with the empty container back in the tote bag. He turned around to hand the handkerchief to Watanuki and found that Watanuki was holding out his school uniform tie.
"What? Uh...here's your handkerchief back, since I got a kiss." A puzzled crease formed between Doumeki's brows.
"Th-thanks," Watanuki stammered as he took the handkerchief and stuffed it in his pants pocket. "Here's another token. Yuuko said I should give you another one. For today." Watanuki wouldn't meet Doumeki's eyes as he spoke. He just looked down at his shoes, but Doumeki could swear he saw a blush on Watanuki's ears through his hair.
"Thank you." Doumeki hugged Watanuki as he took the tie from him and tucked it inside his archery uniform's pocket. He let go and walked toward the door.

Reviews are welcome and I hope to post the next chapter soon. I sincerely apologize for having taken so long to get another chapter out. School is getting ready to start here and so my free time is much less these days than it was. Please bear with me and if you are enjoying this story or not enjoying it, please tell me what you like or don't like about it.
Regards,
Blanche
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