Two xxxHOLiC drabbles
Here are two xxxHOLiC random keyword drabbles I found myself scribbling last night. With a bit of luck there should be quite a few updates to this journal this month (assuming the assorted WiPs can be slain...). ^_^
Title: Passing By
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Characters: Watanuki
Notes: Set pre-series
The spirits that followed him around didn't care where he was and who was there: all they seemed to want was him, reaching out their arms or what might pass for arms, floating closer, clinging and grabbing and jutting.
And of course, when they did, he would yell.
"Mummy, what's that boy doing?" asked a little girl curiously as she saw Watanuki try to prise a stubborn spirit from his arm, looking to her as if he was clawing at the air.
"Don't look," her mother whispered, still loud enough that Watanuki could hear her. "He's ill and he needs professional help. We have to leave."
It happened like that more often than Watanuki wanted to remember, and he thought it should bother him more than it did, but mostly he just wanted the spirits to let him go.
Title: Biscuits
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Characters: Himawari, Watanuki
At school one day her class baked biscuits. She tended them carefully, using cut-outs to mould them into cutesy cat and dog designs, and when they were out of the oven, hot and mouth-watering, she threw them away in the bin.
In the lunch break, Watanuki was like a stressed kitty himself, all jumpy and eager. He shared out his own delicious biscuits and stared at the floor, a question stuck in his throat. It was adorable.
"Watanuki-kun," she said, "would you like a biscuit? I bought these at the supermarket."
Title: Passing By
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Characters: Watanuki
Notes: Set pre-series
The spirits that followed him around didn't care where he was and who was there: all they seemed to want was him, reaching out their arms or what might pass for arms, floating closer, clinging and grabbing and jutting.
And of course, when they did, he would yell.
"Mummy, what's that boy doing?" asked a little girl curiously as she saw Watanuki try to prise a stubborn spirit from his arm, looking to her as if he was clawing at the air.
"Don't look," her mother whispered, still loud enough that Watanuki could hear her. "He's ill and he needs professional help. We have to leave."
It happened like that more often than Watanuki wanted to remember, and he thought it should bother him more than it did, but mostly he just wanted the spirits to let him go.
Title: Biscuits
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Characters: Himawari, Watanuki
At school one day her class baked biscuits. She tended them carefully, using cut-outs to mould them into cutesy cat and dog designs, and when they were out of the oven, hot and mouth-watering, she threw them away in the bin.
In the lunch break, Watanuki was like a stressed kitty himself, all jumpy and eager. He shared out his own delicious biscuits and stared at the floor, a question stuck in his throat. It was adorable.
"Watanuki-kun," she said, "would you like a biscuit? I bought these at the supermarket."