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When; Witch Hunt Curse day 4, October 26th, Morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Watanuki Kimihiro first_of_april and Doumeki Shizuka monsterepellant
Summary; After the rescue log that will be coming soon I swear, Watanuki wakes up and get scolded and mildly pestered out of concern/love/worry for food source.
Log;

There was smoke, so thick he couldn't breathe, blackening the lenses of his glasses. Watanuki choked and coughed, each breath bringing burning hot air and soot into his lungs. The fire hadn't quite reached him yet, but he could feel the flames creeping closer.
This must be what it was like to die. Funny, it wasn't so much different than when spirits tried to eat him.
He felt the roped holding him upright cut free, too light headed to comprehend what was going on, but he could see more clearly now. He could see someone... fighting someone else... Doumeki?
Panic welled up in him as he remembered his situation and his captor. That had to be who Doumeki was fighting. He had to say something..."

"DOUMEKI!" Watanuki shouted, sitting upright. His heart was beating a million miles a minute, as if it were trying to escape from his chest and he was heaving for air as if he'd been running a marathon. There was no fire anymore, no witch hunters, no fight. He wasn't even outside though it was difficult to tell much more since his glasses had been removed.
The shock of that took a moment to wear off, then what had him in a panic in the first place caught up again. Doumeki. Where was he, was he hurt? What had happened?

What had happened, was a long story, but to cut it short, he and Ishida had gotten into a battle, and Doumeki had gotten more than his fair share of cuts and bruises. It was clear that Ishida was stronger than he was, but fortunately for Doumeki, he had escaped without too much extensive damage.

He was currently leaning back against the wall across from the bed Watanuki was sleeping in, a bandage wrapped around his right hand, a couple bandaids over the scratches on his face, the rest hidden under the large hakama he wore—a large, comfortable garment.

The archer glanced up as his name was shouted, and his amber eyes blinked, face mostly stoic.

“What?” he asked, one dark eyebrow raising.

Watanuki blinked mismatched eyes, amber and sapphire coming to rest on the somewhat hazy form of the archer. He could make out some bandages here and there, but nothing seemed broken, hopefully, and the jerk was obviously still alive. Even with the twinge of guilt at getting Doumeki hurt on his behalf, again, he felt relief.

His relief was short lived though, blood rushing to his face in embarrassment. He had actually called out like that? If it were possible to die from mortification he hoped he'd drop now. "Nothing. I was just," It had been a dream, remembering what had already happened. Still, it was hard to deny that he'd been worried, oh but he'd try. "Never mind, nothing."

He searched around for his glasses, hoping to cover up his red face.

Doumeki only shrugged in reply. “If you say so.” He didn’t feel like pushing it. At this point, he was just glad they had both gotten out of that alive. The archer shook his head; Ishida would not be happy when this curse ended.

He pushed to his feet, arms folded, leaning forward a bit to peer at the boy, checking for any lingering damage.

Watanuki's attention snapped back to Doumeki, staring up into a face that was startlingly clear at this distance. Still a little off balance from his sudden awakening, he sat quiet for a second. "W..what?" Damn it if things weren't weird enough being dragged into another world. A bunch of people he knew had to be here, and in the middle of a complicated choice he was supposed to be making. It was hard for him to think straight, and the other boy staring at him like that wasn't helping.

Defaulting to annoyance, he leaned back a little, putting a bit more distance between them. "What?"

Outwardly, Watanuki looked fine. Doumeki supposed it would have to do for now. He straightened again. “You’re fine.” He stated, as if confirm a doctor’s prognosis.

"Of course I'm fine!" Watanuki snapped back automatically, because he was, the picture of health as far as he could tell. Nothing hurt, no bandages, broken or missing limbs. He flinched at his own harsh words though, staring at his hands, resting in his lap on top of the blankets. When he left this world he might not...

"What about you? Are you okay?"

Doumeki didn’t even blink at the shouted words—if anything, they reassured him slightly. Another sign that Watanuki was indeed fine, and not in any serious danger. He only really shrugged, however, at the question. “Couple scratches. But fine.” Okay, so he kept a couple injuries to himself. Besides, the other boy would only have a fit if he mentioned them anyway.

Watanuki smiled a little, hiding it by staring at his hands a little longer. "Good." The word was whispered, not really meant to be spoken. The jerk was his friend, though he'd never admit that one out loud, and he was kind of responsible for what had happened. He had been told not to go outside. His head snapped up, and he fixed Doumeki with the best glare he could muster right now. "Don't think that this means I'm going to cook your every meal, I'm not some maid."

Doumeki ignored that—for now. “I told you not to go outside.” The words were deadpan, but there was a slight crease between his brows—very slight.

"Oh, and it's okay for you to run around playing hero all day? It was the middle of the night! You could have been hurt, or dead!" He fell into arguing too easily, old habits. Doumeki always managed to rile him up. "AND IT WOULD HAVE SERVED YOU RIGHT! You think it's just OKAY not to say anything, and I'm supposed to sit there and WAIT, wondering if you'd managed to get yourself into trouble?" He was clutching the blanket with one fist, knuckles white with their grip, his other hand was waving about wildly.

“I’ve been here longer than you. I know what I’m doing.” Doumeki stated, the frown becoming more pronounced. Goddammit, why couldn’t Watanuki listen to him just once---

But then, he wouldn’t be Watanuki. But still...

"And I've been here a few days, since I've arrived I've been told how dangerous this place is, and then there was a witch hunt where everyone has gone crazy trying to light each other on FIRE!" Watanuki was really angry, furious, but not at Doumeki necessarily, the idiot would always be an idiot. He was angry with the fact that he'd been scared for Doumeki and helpless to do anything, he was always helpless, depending on him. "I don't know what's going on, but I do know that it can't be safe no matter how well you know the City."

“I had my tablet with me. You could’ve contacted me.” The archer stated in a deadpan, one eyebrow raising as he lifted the palm-sized tablet for the other boy to see.

Watanuki's mouth opened and closed for a moment, trying to form words and failing. All arguments pretty well defeated by that piece of logic and a small hand held computer. "I just... I don't..." Damn Doumeki. He hung his head in defeat, cursing anything and everything that came to mind. "I just stepped outside the door for a second. How was I supposed to know that standing on the doorstep was dangerous?" He'd only been looking for the archer. "It's not like I had even really left, I was still on the property."

“A lot in the City is dangerous.” Doumeki huffed slightly, and shook his head. “Remember next time.” He was referring to the tablet.

"I've pretty much got that figured out." Watanuki searched around again for his glasses, finding them and standing up, the blanket he'd been using falling back to the futon. "I'm not exactly used to the whole Network thing." He unfolded the ear pieces, but didn't put the wire frames back on his face, thinking.

“You’ll get it.” It was as much of a vote of confidence Doumeki would openly state, though it was more said as though anyone would, so whether it was much of a compliment, well...He cocked his head slightly, wondering what the hell the other boy could be thinking about. Best break him out of that whole “thinking” thing before he got himself into trouble again. The archer bent down slightly, peering a bit at Watanuki. “Oi.”

Startled out of his thoughts, Watanuki jumped just a little, again turning a glare up to the archer. "My name's not Oi." His words were half hearted and his glare less than that.

“Don’t think too hard. You’ll hurt yourself.” Doumeki stated, plucking the smaller boy’s classes from his hands and placing them over his mismatched eyes. “You don’t have enough brain power for that.” Of course, he would have to turn it into an insult. Yes. Don’t want to give anyone a heart attack.

"DON'T CALL ME STUPID!" Watanuki screeched, throwing his arms up angrily. "You big jerk, I don't know why I put up with you, you don't deserve my presence, let alone my cooking. Your lucky I'm grateful, or you'd starve." This is why he couldn't stand Doumeki, this is why he shouldn't cook him food, and this was just one more clue that this really was his Doumeki, which had been hard to deny from the start, but the fear was there.

Doumeki’s lip almost twitched upwards in relief. Almost. But fortunately his face remained stoic as he plugged out the sound, though it was practically music to his ears. He waited until Watanuki was finished before he removed his hands and stated: “Udon.”

"YOU UNGRATEFUL- I should let you starve." Watanuki turned to stomp out of the room. Stopping in the doorway. "It's going to take a while, udon isn't a fast meal." He turned back around and walked out the door, leaving Doumeki to whatever it was that Doumeki did, which was probably something stupid and boring.

“Stupid and boring” just currently happened to mean “follow you around a bit and make a nuisance of myself” which, in Doumeki-speak, translated into “I’m just making sure you’re alright cause you scared the crap out of me, you moron.” So he ambled out, trailing behind Watanuki to the kitchen, his only reply a non-commental noise in the back of his throat. At least he was getting udon out of this.