Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

A Wish in England	By : Blanche_Conrad Category: +S to Z > XXXholic Views: 1803 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
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 let out a long, annoyed sigh as he stared out the window thousands of feet above the ground. To his left sat the sources of his annoyance. One Doumeki Shizuka and the other Yuuko Ichihara. In front of him, the outline of a sable pigtail was barely visible in the space between the back of the seat and the window next to it. Black, furry ears slowly poked above the seatback in front of him.
"Mokona's hungry…" Mokona told Watanuki pointedly.
"So am I," the monotone agreement set Watanuki's teeth on edge, and yet he couldn't really be TOO annoyed with Doumeki. After all, if it weren't for Doumeki he wouldn't be on his way to England with Himawari.
"Oh, Watanuki…" his other companion started in the sing-songy voice that always meant she wanted something (usually food…or alcohol).
"Forget it. We're on a plane. There's no kitchen. It's not like I can cook with thin air." He smirked at his clever refusal of their request.
"Watanuki, can you make something for us as soon as we get to the cabin then?"
"Anything for you, Himawari! What would you like for me to make?"
"Fish and chips…with tea."
"I DON'T TAKE ORDERS!"
"Sir, we don't allow loud outbursts on this airline. If you continue we will be forced to blacklist you from future flights with us."
Watanuki steamed silently at Doumeki's gall, blaming him for getting told off by the flight attendant. The rest of the flight passed without incident…excepting when the pipe fox decided to go on a tickling spree.
The travelers collected their baggage and waved down a taxi. Twenty minutes later they were deposited at the main building of the resort where the archery tournament was to take place and where they were staying for the week. They checked in and then Doumeki split off toward the archery range while the rest continued on to the cabin.
"Oi. I'll be back in a half hour. Have lunch ready, will ya?"
"I DON'T TAKE ORDERS!" Watanuki yelled at the retreating form.
"Watanuki, would you like the bedroom upstairs or the one downstairs?" Yuuko asked simply.
Watanuki blinked his surprise. Usually, Yuuko would choose whatever room she wanted. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "The bedroom upstairs."
"Okay! Great! You can take yours and Doumeki's bags up and Himawari and I will take ours own to our room," Yuuko smiled her victory as she glided down the hall with her suitcase.
"Why do I have to take that jerk's bags upstairs? He can do it when he gets back," Watanuki grumbled to himself as he hoisted his own bags into his arms.
"I'll consider it extra work and deduct it from your debt," Yuuko taunted in her sing-song voice.
Watanuki sighed as he set to hauling his bags up the stairs with every intention of returning and taking Doumeki's bags up afterward. He was distracted, however, when he walked through the bedroom door and was met with a gruesome sight.
One bed.
One, western-style, bed.
It was a queen-sized bed.
But it was still only ONE bed.
"Yuuko! I thought you said this cabin had sleeping accommodations for FOUR people! There's only one bed…" Watanuki trailed off as Yuuko, Himawari, and Mokona stepped into the room.
"It does, Watanuki. That's a double bed, and there is another double bed downstairs. It's smaller though. I don't think Doumeki would fit very comfortably."
Watanuki momentarily rejoiced at the thought of Doumeki being uncomfortable before reality crashed down and he realized that if the bed was smaller there would be less room. Less room meant he would be sleeping even closer to Doumeki.
"I'll just stay up here," Watanuki said to no one in particular as Mokona and Yuuko had left in search of alcohol and Himawari had gone to answer the door.
He trudged downstairs for Doumeki's stuff to see that a resort employee was delivering two days' worth of groceries.
"Watanuki, I'll put these groceries away for you." Himawari offered with one of her dazzling smiles.
"Thank you, Himawari."
He almost fell down the stairs after having lugged Doumeki's baggage up the stairs. He shuffled into the kitchen to find that Himawari had indeed put all the groceries away save for some raw flounder and potatoes.
Heaving another sigh, Watanuki set to making the fish and chips that Doumeki had so ungraciously demanded.

Thoughts raged, slithered, and danced through Doumeki's mind while his face appeared as unaffected as it almost always did, save for a few instances caused by Watanuki Kimihiro.
He struggled to clear his mind as he drew his bow. The arrow felt fragile to him somehow; as though it was less real than the spiritual arrows he had saved Watanuki with many times.
Doumeki exhaled, closing his eyes as he released the string to send the arrow flying toward its intended target.
Thwump.
Doumeki opened his eyes to find that the arrow had, not surprisingly, landed dead center of the target. He whipped around as he heard the tinkle of a bell followed by a child-like giggle. Dark eyes scanned his surroundings to no avail. There was no one on the range with him.
"You aren't happy, spirit-archer…" a voice whispered in his ear on the gentle country breeze. Doumeki's eyes narrowed in impatience. Without Watanuki's guidance, there was nothing he could do right now about this unseen specter.
Doumeki gathered his arrows and began walking towards the cabin.
He opened the door to a myriad of smells. Hot oil, fried batter, deep fried potato slices, and a trace of fish. Doumeki's cool exterior faltered slightly as he allowed himself a small smile. Watanuki had made fish and chips.
"Smells great," he said by way of greeting, having deposited his bow and arrows in the sitting room. "Oi, fix me a plate while I change." Doumeki started towards the stairs.
"I won't take orders. Especially not from someone who can't ever remember my name." Watanuki replied with a huff as he crossed his arms and turned his face up.
Doumeki paused, foot poised above the first step. "Oi… Watanuki, I want 4 pieces of fish." He let his foot fall and continued on his way up the stairs, imagining the look of utter shock that must have momentarily graced Watanuki's face which most assuredly would have faded to outrage.
Doumeki really didn't know why he went upstairs. What if Yuuko had chosen the upstairs bedroom for her and Himawari? He shrugged to himself as he pushed open the lone door at the top of the stair landing. His luggage was nowhere to be seen, but Watanuki's was all stacked neatly under the window in the corner of the room.
Curious, Doumeki walked to the closet and opened it to see his archery uniforms hanging neatly on the closet bar. He walked lightly to the doorway of the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Stepping in, he saw that his hairbrush, toothbrush, shampoo, and bodywash had all been unpacked and neatly placed in their appropriate places as well.
Doumeki changed into more casual clothes and then strode purposefully over to Watanuki's beckoning luggage.

Watanuki grumbled to himself as he sat at the table waiting for Doumeki to enter the kitchen/dining area. Yuuko and Himawari had already eaten and set off for the closest market to shop for souvenirs.
"Knowing Yuuko, by souvenirs, she meant more alcohol. HEY! If your food gets cold I won't warm it up for you!" Watanuki yelled and jumped to his feet, sending his chair clattering to the kitchen floor.
"There's no need to yell. I'm right here." Doumeki's monotone voice grated on his ears as he stepped into the kitchen and deposited himself unceremoniously in the chair adjacent to Watanuki's own. "You didn't have to wait for me." Doumeki frowned slightly upon noticing the plate of food in front of Watanuki.
"Unlike some people, my parents raised me to be thoughtful of others and told me to never let someone eat by themselves if I could help it." Watanuki said by way of explanation. "Don't think it makes you special."
"Mm," was Doumeki's only reply as he had already dug into the tantalizing meal in front of him.

Doumeki smiled inwardly. Watanuki had unpacked his things, cooked the lunch he wanted, and waited to eat it with him. He highly doubted that Watanuki hated him as much as he put on.
He just might test that theory out later, but now he wanted sleep. An overnight flight was exhausting. Their plane had left Tokyo airport just a little before 9 pm the previous night and he had found it impossible to sleep upright, especially with Watanuki sleeping soundly next to him with his head tilted ever so slightly towards Doumeki.
"Thanks." Doumeki got up from the table with his empty dish and placed it in the sink. "I'm going to shower and then take a nap. I'm tired." With that, Doumeki went back up the stairs, leaving Watanuki in the kitchen with their dirty dishes.

Watanuki grumbled under his breath yet again. "Ungrateful jerk, can't even help me clean up." He quickly scrubbed their plates clean, before Doumeki could run his shower. Watanuki wandered through the sitting room and down the hall to see if Mokona had stayed behind or gone with the girls. Mokona was gone and so Watanuki made his way back down the hall. In the sitting room, Doumeki's bow caught Watanuki's eye. Countless times Doumeki and that bow had saved his life. It was the main reason Watanuki cooked whatever Doumeki asked for. He owed him.
Watanuki heaved yet another sigh as he clomped up the stairs to the bedroom. He noticed his bags seemed empty. Puzzled, he walked over to the closet he had hung Doumeki's clothes in earlier. He hadn't recalled unpacking his own bags as well, but he must have, since his clothes hung on the other side of the closet. He smoothed a wrinkle from one of his shirtsleeves and closed the closet door. He flopped down on the bed without changing his clothes or even turning down the covers. Just before he fell asleep he heard some muted sound from the bathroom. He couldn't hear clearly through the closed door and with the spray of the shower drowning most of the sound out. He did however hear some grunting and part of a word, a name maybe, "…im…" He assumed that Doumeki was saying Himawari's name as he took care of whatever he had to. After all, Watanuki reasoned, we are teenage boys. He frowned as sleep claimed him.

Doumeki tried to be quiet, but this was the only time he ever found it difficult to keep his usual silence. His grunts were low as he clenched his teeth and tried not to let that name slip between his lips. As usual he failed at the end, "Kimihiro…" he gasped as one hand braced against the shower wall.
He stood under the running water for a moment longer before turning it off and reaching for his towel.
He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, figuring Watanuki would have gone out or remained downstairs in the kitchen. His hand opened in reflexive shock and the towel dropped on the bedroom floor in front of the bathroom doorway. He didn't really think as he walked to the unoccupied side of the bed, turned down the covers, and slid into the crisp coolness.

Reviews are welcome and I hope to post the next chapter soon.
Regards,
Blanche
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Wish in England