Fanfic: xxxHolic [Substitute gift fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Sep. 15th, 2007 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
uraniaHey, isegrim_chan, I know I said I was trying to post your gift fic this weekend, but I totally forgot that I have to look after my cousin this saturday, so uh... it can take a little more time. I'm sorry.
BUT I wrote a substitute gift fic for you! XD Yay! Hmm, it's not long or... intelligent or anything, it's just stuff I wanted to get out of my system before sleeping. A fic composed of my notes and my neverending love for this manga. ♥
(Btw, your actual gift fic isn't for that series. Ah, look, that was another hint. ^.~)
Fandom: xxxHolic
Pairing: general [hints of DoumekixWatanuki, with some Himawari-chan too. :)]
Disclaimer: xxxHolic and its characters don't belong to me. I couldn't make up something that great anyway. CLAMP are my gods.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing.
Warnings: This is kind of spoilerish. (I wrote it directly after reading up to chapter 144... I can't wait for the next!) But they're the kind of spoilers you don't really notice if you don't already know them. :)
Notes: Ah, I think I changed my opinion about Himawari-chan. ♥ She really is nice and cute! xD
And this ficlet is unbeta-d, and it's late, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Please correct me if you find any.
Beneath The Glint Of Moments And Dreams.
Sometimes Watanuki feels as if he is walking in a haze, as if he doesn’t really notice what’s going on, as if everything is just passing him by. This feeling is a little scary. Not as intimidating as the youkai following him around, and not as odd as the phenomenas he gets to witness, but still... scary.
And when the numbness creeps into his bones, the chill of dreams and nightmares, Watanuki is glad when something reminds him of reality. Even if it is Doumeki instead of cute and wonderful Himawari-chan. You have to take what you can get.
---
It’s a bright summer day, with the sun blazing in the sky, its rays warming the pavement they’re walking on, when he hears those four syllables waft through the air, after what seems like years since last hearing them.
Ki-mi-hi-ro.
In reality it’s only been three days. On Monday he met Kohane-chan and she’s one of those persons who call him ‘Kimihiro-kun’ and not ‘Watanuki’ or any variation thereof. But still... hearing it in this voice, this tone, is a completely different matter.
Being adressed by his given name by Doumeki sounds foreign and somehow totally absurd to his ears.
“Are you trying to make fun of me?!” Watanuki yells indignantly, furiously throwing his arms in the air to emphasize his anger.
“No, why would I, Kimihiro?”
This asshole actually has the nerve to grin!
“Fine, be that way,” he huffs, but silently decides that he maybe can become familiar with it.
Kimihiro.
---
Doumeki surely has powerful nightmares.
He dreams of spiders and snakes, of hydrangeas and sunflowers, of blue eyes and glass shards.
He fears helplessness, that destiny will turn against him, that maybe someday he can’t hold onto all those things precious to him anymore. I will, he tells himself, I’ll make it, I can’t lose. But in the sea of petals and blood splattered across the flagstones, those words merely sound like lies of a desperate mind. And so the anxiety lurks around till the sun paints the sky orange.
But Doumeki has even more powerful dreams. So he can always save the ones important to him in the end.
He picks up the pieces, and puts them back together, just like he watches over yellow flowers and hissing cats. He won’t abandon his duty, even if they’ll sometimes hang their heads or scratch his hands. Doumeki can make it, he chose this after all.
He awakes with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A shimmering light drifts out of his window on a breeze, a balloon to be raised and bred and soar even higher one day.
le fin.
Feedback is nice. Corrections are also nice. Critic is super nice. Flaming... is not that nice. ;)
isegrim_chan, I know I said I was trying to post your gift fic this weekend, but I totally forgot that I have to look after my cousin this saturday, so uh... it can take a little more time. I'm sorry.BUT I wrote a substitute gift fic for you! XD Yay! Hmm, it's not long or... intelligent or anything, it's just stuff I wanted to get out of my system before sleeping. A fic composed of my notes and my neverending love for this manga. ♥
(Btw, your actual gift fic isn't for that series. Ah, look, that was another hint. ^.~)
Fandom: xxxHolic
Pairing: general [hints of DoumekixWatanuki, with some Himawari-chan too. :)]
Disclaimer: xxxHolic and its characters don't belong to me. I couldn't make up something that great anyway. CLAMP are my gods.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing.
Warnings: This is kind of spoilerish. (I wrote it directly after reading up to chapter 144... I can't wait for the next!) But they're the kind of spoilers you don't really notice if you don't already know them. :)
Notes: Ah, I think I changed my opinion about Himawari-chan. ♥ She really is nice and cute! xD
And this ficlet is unbeta-d, and it's late, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Please correct me if you find any.
Beneath The Glint Of Moments And Dreams.
Sometimes Watanuki feels as if he is walking in a haze, as if he doesn’t really notice what’s going on, as if everything is just passing him by. This feeling is a little scary. Not as intimidating as the youkai following him around, and not as odd as the phenomenas he gets to witness, but still... scary.
And when the numbness creeps into his bones, the chill of dreams and nightmares, Watanuki is glad when something reminds him of reality. Even if it is Doumeki instead of cute and wonderful Himawari-chan. You have to take what you can get.
---
It’s a bright summer day, with the sun blazing in the sky, its rays warming the pavement they’re walking on, when he hears those four syllables waft through the air, after what seems like years since last hearing them.
Ki-mi-hi-ro.
In reality it’s only been three days. On Monday he met Kohane-chan and she’s one of those persons who call him ‘Kimihiro-kun’ and not ‘Watanuki’ or any variation thereof. But still... hearing it in this voice, this tone, is a completely different matter.
Being adressed by his given name by Doumeki sounds foreign and somehow totally absurd to his ears.
“Are you trying to make fun of me?!” Watanuki yells indignantly, furiously throwing his arms in the air to emphasize his anger.
“No, why would I, Kimihiro?”
This asshole actually has the nerve to grin!
“Fine, be that way,” he huffs, but silently decides that he maybe can become familiar with it.
Kimihiro.
---
Doumeki surely has powerful nightmares.
He dreams of spiders and snakes, of hydrangeas and sunflowers, of blue eyes and glass shards.
He fears helplessness, that destiny will turn against him, that maybe someday he can’t hold onto all those things precious to him anymore. I will, he tells himself, I’ll make it, I can’t lose. But in the sea of petals and blood splattered across the flagstones, those words merely sound like lies of a desperate mind. And so the anxiety lurks around till the sun paints the sky orange.
But Doumeki has even more powerful dreams. So he can always save the ones important to him in the end.
He picks up the pieces, and puts them back together, just like he watches over yellow flowers and hissing cats. He won’t abandon his duty, even if they’ll sometimes hang their heads or scratch his hands. Doumeki can make it, he chose this after all.
He awakes with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A shimmering light drifts out of his window on a breeze, a balloon to be raised and bred and soar even higher one day.
le fin.
Feedback is nice. Corrections are also nice. Critic is super nice. Flaming... is not that nice. ;)
