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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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"I'm not sure." It was an honest answer. "He's gone from the City, for now. But other than that, once he thinks that I have no interest in his sister any longer, then he won't bother with me."

Scowling at him, Watanuki couldn't decide if hitting this guy would be considered uncalled for what with recent events but it certainly felt like a time when it might be appropriate.

"And....what about her, then?" he asked, because he couldn't help it. He was angry at her without even knowing her, but in not knowing her, could not really condemn her like Ishida-san had seemed to, nor even really pass much judgment at all except to say: he would have handled it very differently if he had been here.

He wished he had.

This jerk, always telling him he had to look out for Watanuki.....and here he was.....the jerk...the hypocrite!

Honestly.

"I'm not sure about that either." Doumeki admitted, as he shattered one more plate, before lowering his bow.

To Doumeki's credit, he had tried several methods to get out of going to Joshua. It was just...none of them had worked.

"YOU MUST HAVE SOME KIND OF IDEA!?"

Watanuki utterly refused to believe that the perpetual boyscout [commonly known as Doumeki Shizuka, but only, in Watanuki's opinion, to those who didn't know him well enough to call him the more appropriate 'jerk' or 'YOU jerk'] didn't have a clue about a situation this serious.

But maybe that was what made it so serious?

....headache.

Awesome headache.

And. All. His. Fault.

Yes, he blamed Doumeki.

Worrying...er....thinking this much about such an insane thing so early in arriving was not really high on his list of 'I want to do this'.

Those spots were reserved for cleaning and possibly some kind of exploring.

Instead here he was, with insufferable number one.

And in the end, if asked, he'd say he wasn't surprised.

He needed to talk to Yuuko-san...

"Not really. As far as I know right now, as long as he thinks I have no more interest in his sister, I'll be safe. But then, who knows if he'll even remember any of it when he gets back."

"I see," was the terse reply as he paced a little, fidgety at best. Nothing made sense, and not in the obvious meaning of it either. If Doumeki had been here for a year, how did he know at all about Kohane-chan? On top of that, Watanuki couldn't be a hundred percent certain but it seemed like the archer might have aged just the smallest bit that a year might suggest...or maybe he had just changed.

At that thought, Watanuki couldn't help but frown at his feet.

Why the idea of Doumeki changing bothered him, when he himself strove for a deep change, was beyond him, at least for now.

There wouldn't be any denial that Doumeki had changed, both physically and as a person, over the past year. But in the end, he was still Doumeki--still blunt, still sarcastic, yet reserved. He was still Doumeki...just with some few minor alterations.

"It's your business in the end, I suppose," he muttered, removing his glasses to clean them with an edge of his shirt with a sigh.

Doumeki only raised an eyebrow at the other boy. "I don't mind."

He didn't.

"....yeah well," he trailed off, replacing his glasses and adjusting them before shrugging with his back to the archer. What else was there to say? They were stuck here. Indefinitely. He had missed a year of his not-quite-a-friend-but-definitely-something's life. He'd missed a year in the continuum of Yuuko's life while somehow being here.

Well not remembering wasn't the same as not being a part of it but it still felt bizarre. And he did not like it, at all.

"You've been living with Yuuko-san," he noted. That was weird too.

A shrug. "Only recently."

"Yeah," he frowned.

Have a raised eyebrow and slightly questioning look, Watanuki, because this archer has no idea what you're getting at.

"Is she charging you for your stay?" he asked bluntly as ever, not meaning anything insulting toward Yuuko, but curious for a justified set of reasons.

Doumeki shrugged one shoulder. "Probably. I'll bring her some sake or flowers from the shop, once I get it rebuilt."

"Ah, right..." he said and tossed a look over his shoulder at Doumeki, some expression he wasn't even sure what it was...just a look. "Well, I better get back..." he excused himself, even though it was all but unnecessary. Dinner to make, but it wouldn't take long, cleaning to do, but he would have however long to do that as well.

If he felt a little unwell, he blamed it on transition, not really connecting it to how he'd been feeling in the 'normal' world, even though he probably should have.

He didn't bother to wait before starting to walk away.

The archer frowned, slightly, once Watanuki's back was turned. He had no idea what had gotten into the other boy. But...the City was dangerous this time of night. Even during the day it was dangerous, so it was with a slight huff that he set the bow back where he had gotten it, and moved to catch up.

Nothing had gotten into Watanuki, per se, but he was unsettled by this different 'world' they were all dropped into and even more unsettled by two of the most prominent people in his life apparently having been absent from it for a year. It shouldn't have rattled him this much, normally would not have, but he was tired....and much as he hated to acknowledge it at this moment, not entirely well. Like hell if he'd be saying that of course though. He was cranky often enough and he knew it. Let them chalk it up to that.

...the movement behind and to the side of him alerted him to the archer's following of him but all that earned was a rough exhale--not a sigh quite but almost, something more frustrated. What did he want?

Then he rolled his eyes.

"I know how to get back on my own."

Doumeki caught up to him fairly easily with a couple strides of his long legs, and stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked next to him.

"I know."

Irked at being treated, what he felt, was like a child, Watanuki did not help his case any by trying to unsuccessfully fight back a slight sulk as he walked a bit faster.

"So, you don't have to go at the same time," he pointed out, and if there was a slight flinch or twitch or the like, well, he disregarded it and hoped stupid Doumeki would too.

A shrug. "I have to go this way to get back to my apartment." Slight eye narrow at the flinch/twitch/thing, but almost inperceptable.

"Oh," he said, non-committal at least, perturbed at most...walking still, and faster because he's so tired suddenly and it's a little familiar...not unlike the exhaustion that seemed to keep befalling him before he came here...but then if Sakura-hime was here, who would he see in that 'dream' world?

A few faces came to mind but this wasn't the time...

He bit his tongue and continued on, if it seemed like he wasn't all there, well, he wasn't.

Yeah, Doumeki can tell, which is why he's walking a little closer than normal, in case Watanuki decides to collapse or something. Something's got the other boy upset again, and the hell if he knows what it is, but he'll stick close for now--and at least make sure he gets back to Yuuko's shop alright.

He left Kohane-chan. It comes down, in immediate part, to that burden...not that Kohane-chan was ever or ever will be a burden...but the fact remains he's gone and she's there and he can do nothing about it.

His guilt has always been a problem, it makes itself horribly present now though and he has already sworn to himself, at least, he'll make up for it.

He's got so many things to make up for already of course.

Doumeki seemed to be nearer than he should be, or was that his perspective? It wasn't really something he wanted to concentrate on anyway...instead there was the matter of stumbling. To his defense, he did not quite fall.

Yeah, you're not falling because Doumeki's reached out and grabbed your arm, brow pulled into a frown, holding you up here, Watanuki.

"What are you doing?" That would be a nice wakeup call.

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