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....Because I don't already read enough CLAMP manga in which soulmates are identified by loss of eyes. Anyway, I've been reading it, and I like it, and now I have Donuts for you all.
----Gratitude----
It was lunchtime, and the atmosphere was quiet, if not entirely peaceful. Himawari was out of school that day, and Watanuki had already made his speech wishing that Doumeki had gotten sick instead of her. Doumeki had not responded with anything more than a complaint about the noise, and Watanuki seemed to have run out of steam. And then...
“It’s too salty.”
Doumeki’s comment, delivered in the archer’s usual monotone, was all the excuse Watanuki needed to call up his reserves of extra energy and start off on a completely new rant.
“Gluttons who won’t even make their own food don’t get to complain!”
Doumeki continued to eat, paying no attention to the chopsticks that Watanuki was brandishing at him.
“Don’t you ignore me! Geez, you’re worse than Yuuko-san! At least she likes my food!” At this point, Watanuki paused for a moment, and then threw his arms into the air. “Aaah, what am I saying?! You’re both horribly unreasonable! Asking me to cook ridiculous dishes all the time! Dammit, I have better things to do than cook for either of you bottomless pits!” Watanuki’s voice rose steadily in pitch and volume as Doumeki failed to react. “AND DO YOU EVER THINK TO APPRECIATE THE WORK THAT GOES INTO THOSE LUNCHES? NO! I NEVER EVEN GET A SINGLE ‘THANK YOU, WATANUKI’!”
He stopped to catch his breath, and Doumeki stared at him silently, his expression unreadable as ever. Then he reached over and plucked Watanuki’s glasses off of his nose.
“HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? GIVE THOSE BACK, YOU--!”
At this point, Watanuki discovered that it was impossible to yell effectively while someone was kissing him.
This is not to say that he didn’t try, though.
Oddly enough, when his mouth was finally free, he realized that he was at a complete loss for words. He gaped, trying to say something, anything, but found that even outraged sputtering was beyond him.
Doumeki, meanwhile, had gathered up his lunch things and closed his bento box. He placed it in Watanuki’s lap, carefully balancing the stolen glasses on top of it.
“Gochisousama,” he said calmly, and then walked away, leaving a shell-shocked Watanuki to stare after him blankly.
Watanuki finally pulled himself together enough to shout, “I AM NEVER MAKING YOU LUNCH AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!” but by that time, Doumeki was long gone.
It was this more than anything that really ticked Watanuki off.
---owari----
If you're interested in reading the manga, there are scanlations online here. I recommend it. ^__^
----Gratitude----
It was lunchtime, and the atmosphere was quiet, if not entirely peaceful. Himawari was out of school that day, and Watanuki had already made his speech wishing that Doumeki had gotten sick instead of her. Doumeki had not responded with anything more than a complaint about the noise, and Watanuki seemed to have run out of steam. And then...
“It’s too salty.”
Doumeki’s comment, delivered in the archer’s usual monotone, was all the excuse Watanuki needed to call up his reserves of extra energy and start off on a completely new rant.
“Gluttons who won’t even make their own food don’t get to complain!”
Doumeki continued to eat, paying no attention to the chopsticks that Watanuki was brandishing at him.
“Don’t you ignore me! Geez, you’re worse than Yuuko-san! At least she likes my food!” At this point, Watanuki paused for a moment, and then threw his arms into the air. “Aaah, what am I saying?! You’re both horribly unreasonable! Asking me to cook ridiculous dishes all the time! Dammit, I have better things to do than cook for either of you bottomless pits!” Watanuki’s voice rose steadily in pitch and volume as Doumeki failed to react. “AND DO YOU EVER THINK TO APPRECIATE THE WORK THAT GOES INTO THOSE LUNCHES? NO! I NEVER EVEN GET A SINGLE ‘THANK YOU, WATANUKI’!”
He stopped to catch his breath, and Doumeki stared at him silently, his expression unreadable as ever. Then he reached over and plucked Watanuki’s glasses off of his nose.
“HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? GIVE THOSE BACK, YOU--!”
At this point, Watanuki discovered that it was impossible to yell effectively while someone was kissing him.
This is not to say that he didn’t try, though.
Oddly enough, when his mouth was finally free, he realized that he was at a complete loss for words. He gaped, trying to say something, anything, but found that even outraged sputtering was beyond him.
Doumeki, meanwhile, had gathered up his lunch things and closed his bento box. He placed it in Watanuki’s lap, carefully balancing the stolen glasses on top of it.
“Gochisousama,” he said calmly, and then walked away, leaving a shell-shocked Watanuki to stare after him blankly.
Watanuki finally pulled himself together enough to shout, “I AM NEVER MAKING YOU LUNCH AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!” but by that time, Doumeki was long gone.
It was this more than anything that really ticked Watanuki off.
---owari----
If you're interested in reading the manga, there are scanlations online here. I recommend it. ^__^