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When; Between April 1st and April 2nd, after this
Rating; uh...probably not above pg?
Characters; Doumeki Shizuka

monsterepellant and Watanuki Kimihiro

monsterattractr
Summary; Angst, angst and moar angst. because it's tasty. After an angsty fight of EPIC proportions, Doumeki goes off to the archery range. Watanuki tags along for the ride.
Log;

The day had gone from generally alright, to bad, to worse, to just plain suck. Doumeki did not want to think about it right now, and the fight from before left his nerves slightly frazzled. It was a sensation he didn't like, as he stalked off toward the archery range, silently, long legs eating up distance as he put space between him and Rosette and Ishida.

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Well that went well, was Watanuki's thought, eyes rolling as he followed the silent, bottomless pit, not looking back to see the girl's face or Ishida's exit, because he had a good idea of what both looked like anyway: anger and upset came to mind.

"Hey, wait," he all but ordered, because that creep didn't seem to realize his stupidly long legs carried him a bit faster than normal sized people such as Watanuki himself. Typical of him, he thought with a scowl as he fell into a hurried pace beside the archer, and tried to make it look like an unworried stroll.

Failure was imminent because he was prone to flailing in such an exasperated state, but he ignored this fact even as he waved his arms about like things possessed, demanding answers in the way of, "What was that?!"

He'd missed a lot, it seemed.

Doumeki slowed down a bit, once they were a suitable distance away, pausing to look over his shoulder at the other boy. "You're slow." Start with that.

That. Jerk.

"I-I'M NOT SLOW. What the hell? I..." he trailed off, clenching a fist as he huffed and stomped alongside Doumeki for a moment before inhaling slowly, exhaling, and adjusting his glasses. This guy never changes, he thought. "...you distracted me," he noted dolefully and then, "...I asked you what that was all about."

His stare wasn't necessarily critical so much as probing.

Damn, damn, damn. But then, he couldn't say he was shocked. "Yes, you did." So he stuck his hands in his pockets, waiting until the other boy caught up before he started walking again. "I told you I've been here for over a year."

Sometimes he really felt like he hated this guy.

I told you I've been here for over a year?!

"Thanks, I didn't catch that the first three or eight million times you said that," he replied dryly, crossing his arms as they walked. "That's not a real answer and you know it...geez."

He sighed. Watanuki was pushy by nature and with this guy he was quick to vexation anyway. Keeping obviously bothersome secrets was not helpful to this situation and while this also brought to mind briefly the boy's hypocrisy in the matter, Watanuki wasn't about to acknowledge his own double standard. Not right now anyway.

"Who's Joshua?"

There, a specific question. Hopefully it would garner a similar answer.

Even from Doumeki.

Doumeki huffed. Always impatient. "Joshua is Rosette's brother. He's currently insane because he has a pair of demon horns on his head that drive him crazy. Because of those horns, he has several strong powers, including the ability to stop time." One step at a time, he supposed.

Watanuki really should have been used to this kind of thing by now.

Really.

He blamed the jerk for saying it with such utter candor. That's what threw him off.

And also threw him into a grand bout of flailing limbs.

"H-....magical...er.....demon....wait....horns....Doumeki what the hell?" he waved an accusing finger at him, melodramatic perhaps but honestly: stop time?

Only someone like Yuuko-san could do that, Watanuki honestly thought.

A moment of calming down again--he seemed to be forcing himself to do that a lot today--he pursed his lips, a thin line there as he considered the response before trudging on. If he wanted further clarification, he had to work for it, of course.

Nothing was free, especially uncomfortable things that may or may not have been his business.

Well, Doumeki was his business.

...sort of.

...better not to think about that. He did hate debt.

"And he..." hurt sounded so...motherly.....but that's what happened right? Watanuki found himself wishing for a wall to hit his head upon fiercely. "...he...doesn't like you," he decided on lamely.

But it wasn't a question.

"Yes." It was a simple answer...honestly, he knew he owed Watanuki an explanation, but it was still going to have to be verbally pried out of him with a wrench.

"You suck," Watanuki replied tautly, shoved by him bodily and then realized he had no idea where he was going and stopped rushing ahead, a slight sulk given away by the downturn of his mouth.

Guilt trip. Again. Normally he wasn't that affected by them, but he had screwed up royally this evening. "I met Rosette through a curse. We got along surprisingly well. That was about nine months ago. Maybe longer. She left, at one point, and came back and forgot everything. In the mean time, her brother has been here, and for a while he didn't believe that she was his sister. He started believing it, however, that made him much more possessive, meaning he didn't want anyone to talk to her or interact with her. This was already after we started dating, so we had to keep it a secret. He found out, and wasn't happy, and threatened some people to pull me out. Due to another curse, I had to concede, and he kept me there for several days.

Yuuko-san made a deal with Rosiel in order to get me away from him, and a couple days later I was released and came back to Yuuko-san's shop. Of course, there was a price to pay for the deal, and that was that I couldn't speak to Rosette."

And he stops, suddenly, shutting up. That is the extremely abridged version, and probably one of the longest paragraphs he has ever spoken, but there's your explanation, Watanuki.

His heart stopped, hitsuzen as his witness.

The childish part of him wished he had a recorder. For Doumeki would never, ever, in all their lives, Watanuki was sure, ever have such a long verbal explanation for any reason. Ever.

If not for the content of that summary, Watanuki might have gaped, but instead he clenched his jaw and looked away. So, 'Joshua'.

Captured Doumeki?

Tortured him?

...creepy bastard.

That was his first criticism of this unknown boy with demon horns.

But that wasn't the important thing here, frankly.

He cast a sideways glance at the archer and muttered under his breath about headstrong jerks who thought they could fix things. Some people would have asked him if he was talking about himself. He would have said no.

"I'm missing a lot," he said at last, a perpetual crease in his forehead as his walk slowed to a shuffle, dropping slightly behind the taller one. By 'a lot', he meant just about everything not in that bare-bones, albeit lengthy in verbal sense explanation. It gave him nothing useful to really go off of and aggravated his already-present headache.

"What are you going to do?" he asked finally. It seemed a fair question as he waited for an answer, absently rubbing the bridge of his nose to relieve some tension. It would figure he would appear hear in the middle of...something like this.

Just figure.

Hitsuzen.

Inwardly, he sighed, but it was a long step from the inward cringe it would have been months ago.

"At this moment?" Doumeki paused, before he shrugged. "I'm going to the archery range. Maybe Adrastus's Corner."

"Yeah, I figured," he replied, rubbing the back of his head and looking away again. It was weird. It was like he'd stepped into another reality that had nothing to do with him and it was less than settling.

A raised eyebrow. "Are you planning on tagging along the whole time?"

He bristled at this. Questions, he still had a lot of them. But he didn't...tagging along...that jerk.

What was he supposed to say?

Nothing.

Yell?

...man he hated this guy sometimes.

Really.

Turning his head away so he could avoid eye contact still, he said, "I'm not tagging along. I'm trying to figure out what's going on."

Doumeki blinked--he had expected Watanuki to start yelling at him.

"...what did Kohane say after we got back to the shop?"

It was such an abrupt turn of subject. Watanuki would kick him or withhold food from the jerk later for it. His mouth opened to reply but he had to close it again, eyes clouding and brow furrowing.

Kohane-chan.

And he had just left her...

"Don't ask me that," he said, scowling over at the archer, adding with a usual tone of his orneriness, "You're just trying to change the subject! Stop that...if you're not going to tell me anything else just SAY so...it's not like you're usually ALL THAT TALKATIVE ANYWAY!" It escalated to be a more normal yell and led to him turning to jab his....whatever Doumeki was....in the chest, none too lightly either.

What the hell?

He found himself grabbing Doumeki's collar: you aren't that clever, was the translation.

Watanuki hated being in the dark...and he did not want to talk about Kohane-chan right now. She...would be fine. She was strong.

At this thought, his grip on Doumeki's shirt faltered slightly but not quite enough to release.

The archer's eyebrows raised slightly at the outburst, looking down at the hand in his collar. Really, it wasn't unusual for Watanuki to grab him and shake him, but now he had upset him. So he huffs, once.

"She'll be alright."

He blinked.

"OF COURSE SHE'LL BE ALRIGHT, I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT HER YOU MORON, I---"

Crap.

He let go of Doumeki's collar like one burned, shot him a furious glare and backed up about two yards.

Elbow space.

Room.

Whatever.

Now Doumeki was confused. "You're....." Aha. He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing around his features.

"I'll be fine, too."

And with that he turned, heading towards the archery range.

"I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT YOU. I'M....WORRIED ABOUT.....I'M NOT......!" He yelled after him, all flailing and volumes of loud and louder.

And then without thinking again he found himself running after the biggest jerk of all time.

"I don't get you," he lied with a rough exhale as he caught up, breathing uneven as he slowed, staying a hand at his side to keep it from covering his chest. Was it too much to hope that coming here would eradicate the strange drowsiness and tendency to tire quickly?

Apparently a cost too high.

Stupid universe, screw you too. Geez.

"Jerk," he grumbled. Worried? HA.

Not even...

...okay not even going there.

Yep.

Not worried. Just...seeking details, better understanding, from the source.

That was all.

Hn.

"...anything else?" Fine. Ask your damn questions. Better you find out from me than someone else.

"Yeah. You're an idiot too," he replied with a sulk masked with what he hoped was a convincing look of utter loathing...or at least mild annoyance. He did have more to ask but...it wasn't his fault Doumeki was the end all-be-all of difficult--in Watanuki's oh-so-humble opinion of course.

Doumeki blinked. Once. Well, he should've expected Watanuki wouldn't catch on. He snorted. "Pot calling the kettle black?"

"Shut up!"

He cooked for this guy?

What. A. Waste.

"Where's the range anyway?" he asked, looking around, arms folding across his chest as he peered in various directions for any sign of such a place.

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