First fanfic :)
“Damn it, Doumeki!” Watanuki complained, stomping his foot on the pavement and pointing an accusing finger at the ground. “No more bentou for you if you don’t get up right now!” Doumeki said nothing; just continued to lie there. After a pause, Watanuki halfheartedly nudged the other boy with his shoe. Still no response.
Watanuki scowled, and resisted the urge to kick over Yuuko’s brand new bag of sake.
As usual, this was all her fault; just because she and Mokona couldn’t wait until morning for more booze. Of course Watanuki had protested going out at night (with much flailing and colorful language) but in the end she just kicked him out of the shop and made a phone call to Doumeki. Sure enough, spirits cornered Watanuki on the way back from the store. When Doumeki finally caught up to the action he had to fire at least four spirit arrows before Watanuki could breathe again.
Of course now they were in this mess.
Watanuki frowned down at the other boy, now slumped against the pavement. His brow was slightly furrowed, and his face was paler than its usual perpetual tan. Guiltily, Watanuki noticed the one hand still curled loosely around his bow.
The way things were the only thing he could think of doing was to return to Yuuko. Just imagining coming back empty handed while she was on one of her alcohol binges made him shudder, but perhaps the sake waiting here would prove an incentive for her to venture out and somehow wake Doumeki up.
It was worth a shot.
Already dreading the meeting, Watanuki turned to leave-and promptly saw his plans dissolve.
Spirits blocked his path in an unyielding mob of sharp teeth and hungry eyes. Reaching tendrils of greenish-black smoke tested the boundaries of Doumeki’s aura, and the mass shifted constantly, impatiently. They were watching him, waiting.
Turning his back on the churning mass, Watanuki took a deep breath of untainted air and swore viciously. Yuuko’s was out of the question now. There was no chance of him getting back without being mobbed, and he hadn’t thought to bring any Doumeki-less versions of protection.
Watanuki gave Doumeki an exasperated look and thought of how much more useful he would be if he were conscious.
As much as he didn’t want to stay out here all night, it seemed to Watanuki that his only choice was to stay where he was and wait for the other to wake up. He groaned at the prospect of being looked over all night by those stupid, hungry eyes and vehemently cursed Yuuko and the world in general.
But just as he had resigned himself to tonight’s stupid hitsuzen Watanuki was stuck with a crazy, obvious idea. He glanced down at Doumeki’s unconscious form and then up again to the mob of spirits. He repeated the action three or four more times. Slowly, a lopsided smile stretched his lips.
“Come on, lazy,” he muttered as he approached Doumeki’s side. “If you can do it, then the Great Watanuki-sama should have no trouble!”
A few moments later, Watanuki was struggling to support Doumeki’s unexpectedly heavy form as he half-dragged him backwards towards the shop.
“Damn it, do you drink cement?” he growled, trying to get into a comfortable position as Doumeki apparently tried his best to wind up on the pavement. The bow still dragged against the ground.
Watanuki soon found that carrying a limp Doumeki was like carrying a lecherous sack of potatoes. As he dragged the other backwards various limbs tangled with his own and hot breath tickled his ear indecently. To spare himself the indignity Watanuki tried for a while to pretend that he was carrying actual potatoes instead of a very real and very close Doumeki. The illusion wasn’t helped by the loudness of his heart in his ears, or the fact that his face seemed to have inexplicably caught fire.
Not really paying attention to his surroundings, and still walking backwards, it was more than inevitable that Watanuki should trip at the first corner he came to. He fell hard and Doumeki with him, though Watanuki managed to cushion the other’s fall with his stomach.
Watanuki choked out profanities as the air left his lungs.
As soon as he could breathe again he struggled to his feet and started to drag Doumeki backwards. He leaned the other against the fence which ran the length of the sidewalk and slumped down next to him, suddenly feeling the night catch up.
Why was it that these things always happened to him? Yuuko was going to be pissed, and he had to spend the night in the cold and the spirits were watching him and-Suddenly Watanuki’s train of thought sputtered out as he felt a comfortable weight slump against his side.
Watanuki looked down and unconsciously his eyes softened as he saw Doumeki lying against him. That unusually annoying face had softened in sleep and now looked open, even vulnerable. It made Watanuki think of how much the other had given up for him, and how much he was still willing to sacrifice.
Watanuki shrugged out of his jacket and laid it over the both of them, his eyes never leaving that sleeping face. Maybe he’d protect Doumeki and not the other way around, if just for tonight.
He closed his eyes decisively. Everything else could be left for tomorrow.