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Fandom: xxxHolic
Pairing: Watanuki x Doumeki
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I do not claim these characters, they belong to CLAMP! Finally on to Chapter 3. This takes place during Volume 3. I have skipped telling about the ghost stories and the Monkey's Paw. The Ghost Story scene is done a lot, and I didn't find the Monkey's Paw too be significant enough to write about... So yeah.. Here is Chapter 3, enjoy!

Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Prologue

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“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” replied a comforter and pillow.

Doumeki sat back down on the futon, and pulled down the comforter to reveal the back of Watanuki’s head. The boy groaned and tried to pull the covers back over him.

“Don’t look at me, Shizuka! I’m going to die!”

“You aren’t going to die.”

“Yes I am! It still hurts, I still feel it!” Why do you have to be so rough sometimes?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be!” Watanuki yelled, pulling a pillow over his head.

There were a few minutes of silence before Doumeki finally asked, “So you see these things everyday?”

There was a movement under the covers that could only mean Watanuki was nodding.

“How did you deal with them before we found out that I could exorcise them last night?”

“I ran,” came Watanuki’s muffled voice.

“You won’t have to run anymore.”

Watanuki pushed off the covers, revealing his bare shoulders, “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ll protect you.”

“WHAT?” I don’t NEED protection!” Watanuki yelled, hiding under the covers again.

“Yuuko-san said she wanted to play baseball at the park later today.”

“Don’t remind me. And why are you changing the subject?”

“Just kiss me,” Doumeki said, pulling Watanuki up by his shoulder, the covers falling to circle his waist. A blush reached his cheeks just as Doumeki’s lips pressed against his.

“You’re so pale, Kimihiro,” Doumeki said a few minutes later.

“Jerk,” came the reply, along with a pillow thrown at him.

“You might want to put some clothes on, we have to get going.”

Watanuki snorted in reply, pushing the covers off him and sitting up. Doumeki stared for a second before saying, “I’ll go in the other room.”

“Will you start coffee or tea or something?”

“Sure.”

Doumeki closed the door behind him, and Watanuki stood up. He yawned, and stretched his aching muscles. He couldn’t believe he was still in pain after sleeping for what seemed like a full night.

He walked over to his closet, slowly opening it and looking through for something to wear. Something he could play baseball in. He hated Saturdays. Well, he hated most days. Though on the weekends, he actually had to pick clothes. Why would he wear his school uniform on days he didn’t even have to go to school? Thought that ended up being what he put on anyway.

Moments later, he swore, remembering that he had told Yuuko he would bring lunch. Doumeki had kept him so busy last night that he had forgotten to get lunch ready for the next day. He sighed, wondering if he would have time to make lunch now. Maybe, maybe not. He hoped so.

A few minutes later, he walked out of his bedroom and to the kitchen where he was handed a mug of tea. A mug of tea that seemed to have too much honey, but he was too busy trying to decide what to make for lunch to complain.

“Make this.”

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It was many hours later, much after dinner. Watanuki was walking to where he was to meet Doumeki for yet another mission, this one possibly life risking. Yuuko had promised their services to Himawari for that night. Apparently, some girls at her friend’s school were refusing to leave the roof. He had just reached the gate where Doumeki was already waiting. He gritted his teeth, waiting for him to say something. His face was bright pink.

When Doumeki said nothing, but was turning to walk towards the school, Watanuki yelled, “What? Aren’t you going to say anything about these?” He pointed at the white and pink clockwork doll ears that Yuuko had forced him to wear so they could communicate during the mission.

Doumeki said something arrogant, and Watanuki called him a jerk. Yuuko was busy giving orders and teasing him, and at some point on the stairs, he had stuck his tongue out at Doumeki.

“Did Yuuko-san tell you to do that?”

“Shut up!” was the all too enthusiastic reply from the bespectacled teen.

He was gasping for air, choking on the putrid stink of the spirit clouds enveloping the school. Those same clouds could not be seen or even sensed by the stoic boy behind him on the stairs.

When they finally found their way to the roof, the smell had become worse, much worse. Watanuki thought he would die from the fits of coughs, and wouldn’t be surprised if he found blood in his hands later. They heard crying, and followed the sounds.

A small table surrounded by three girls was at the center of the roof. They were all held together by a pencil furiously writing on a paper atop the table, where they were playing Kokkuri.

“We can’t leave! We can’t let go! We’ll die!”

“Why not?” Watanuki asked, stepping forward.

“They won’t leave until we are all dead! Can’t let go!”

And without much thought on Watanuki’s part, he was pulling their hands apart. They continued screaming, and trying to push him away. He remembered asking Doumeki to help, but the archer was not moving. Then he was pushed off the roof. He closed his eyes, not wanting to accept, but feeling as if this had to be his end. He fell for what felt like hours, when in reality, it had only been mere seconds.

Then something was holding onto his arm, and he slammed hard into the side of the building.

He opened one of his eyes, looking up to see Doumeki’s right hand firmly gripping his arm.

“D-Doumeki,” he said with a sigh, and then his eyes opened wide, “Behind you!”

“Shut up.”

There was something dark dripping down the archer’s arm, and onto his. Was it blood?”

“Doumeki, you’re bleeding!”

The archer groaned, and Watanuki was quickly pulled upward and swung behind Doumeki. He landed hard on his behind once Doumeki had let go of his arm. The doll ears he had been wearing were knocked off, and landed on the floor a few yards away. He was on the roof again. Then he was scrambling to stand back up again. He jumped back against the railing, a giant serpent spirit coming at them now.

“Now I know what a frog feels like…”

“Idiot!” Watanuki yelled, then screamed, “It’s going to eat us!”

A sound came from the doll ears on the floor. They all looked over toward the ears, even the serpent spirit. He could hear Yuuko’s voice, but wasn’t completely sure what she was saying. But the snake seemed to know what was going on, because it swallowed the airs and then it was gone.

Watanuki was now clinging to the jacket of Doumeki’s school uniform, “Your arm..”

“I think it’s sprained,” Doumeki stated evenly. But after seeing Watanuki’s stare he added, “I’ll be fine.”

Watanuki sighed, looking at the ground, “We should get going.”