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log, locked to Watanuki and Timothy

When; July 5th, evening
Rating; PG at most (Timothy you need to learn to watch your language)
Characters; Watanuki

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Summary; Watanuki and Timothy talk about the recent curse, and eventually it gets into parent talk.
Warnings; Spoilers for xxxHolic and Tsubasa's most recent chapters.
Log; It had been an eventful curse day, to say the least. Watanuki hadn't minded it so much, though. While some of his friends have been plagued by enemies and annoying family members, Watanuki had been lucky enough that his visitors had been people he wanted to see. There was Himawari, who Watanuki was overjoyed to see, and Fai had also come back to visit too. And then there had been a couple copies of himself, which while they were weird they were also better than some of the people who could have turned up. (At least it wasn't multiple Doumekis, he had told himself.) But one of the more interesting people had been Sakura, as she had been a lot older then he had been expecting. It was nice to see her as an adult, though. That meant she had gotten through all of her troubles and lived a happy life with Syaoran, and Watanuki was glad for her.

But Watanuki was troubled. Just as he had been on Mother's day and Father's day, he had been hoping that his parents would show up. They hadn't, of course, but for some reason Watanuki hadn't felt as empty as he had on those previous days. Was it because so many of his friends had visited him? Or was it because he was learning not to get too excited about it, so the letdown wouldn't be as great. Whatever it was, it confused Watanuki greatly.

And that's why he was outside on the small porch that day, sitting down and looking up at the stars. He planned to go inside and go to bed soon, as everyone had already been fed and they were winding down for the night, but he wanted a little time to think before he went to bed. He had a lot to think about, after all.

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After weeks and weeks of torment from Road's dreams Timothy was more than happy to sleep peacefully. Unlike before he hardly put up a fight around bedtime, but of course no one knew how long this would last. One would only hope he wouldn't take his good dreams for granted anymore.

Hair pulled back into one ponytail Timothy started to pass by the sliding doors leading out onto the porch when he caught sight of Watanuki there. Recently, Timothy had been finding himself a little more calm, at least at night, and something about Watanuki's serenity made him curious.

Pushing open one of the doors slowly, he peaked outside to look at the teen and then to the stars up above, before looking back at him.

"...What are ya doin'?"

Watanuki had heard the doors open, and judging from how light the footsteps had been it had to be either Timothy or Rukia. He didn't say anything at first, choosing not to acknowledge the other's presence until they had spoken first. When he heard the voice, thought, he knew it was Timothy who was standing there, and he decided to go ahead and answer his question. "Not much," he said as he continued to look up at the stars, "Just thinking about stuff, like what happened yesterday."

It was actually a little strange for Watanuki to think, since he was a pretty impulsive person, but he didn't think Timothy would catch that. The boy wasn't exactly the most observant person in the world.

"..." He didn't know what to say. In normal situations he'd be spewing out words by the mile, but when everything turned silent and the excitement was lost so was he. If there was one thing he hated, it was uncomfortable silences. At least with noise he could pretend he didn't hear anything, ignore that anything was even there.

Tsukikami, noting something that Timothy did not, receded back into Timothy's mind, his form disappearing. He almost didn't notice the apparition's departure.

What now?

The silence was a little unsettling, and since Timothy wasn't filling it with his usual chatter Watanuki decided to step up and make it less awkward. "You can sit down if you want to," he said as he finally shifted a little in place so he could look over his shoulder at the boy, "I don't mind."

If there was anything he had learned recently, it was that company was nice. It kept the spirits away, usually.

He hesitated, his distrust towards kind gestures habitual, but this time he couldn't find a reason to not sit with him. Watanuki wasn't a bad person, he had proven that much to Timothy, and yet...

In the end he sat down, pulling his legs up to his chest. There were things that happened yesterday that still weighed heavy on his mind. It almost made him sad.

Watanuki was glad that Timothy had decided to sit down, but he could also tell that something was weighing heavily on the boy's mind. That made him frown slightly, too. Timothy wasn't even ten yet; he shouldn't have such burdens on him. But then again, looking back on things, Watanuki himself had been about Timothy's age when his parents had died, so perhaps it wasn't so strange after all. But either way it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? "What's on your mind," he said, sounding curious but worried at the same time.

Zabimaru... Up until now Timothy would have never thought Renji's sword was alive, or so damned creepy for that matter. His words hit closer to home than Timothy liked and it had rattled the boy for the rest of the day, even if he hadn't shown it. He was getting better at that.

He shifted a little when Watanuki spoke to him and shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly. "Stuff."

"Stuff, huh," Watanuki said. He knew that answer: it meant that he would have to pry any actual answers from Timothy, and he really didn't want to get on the boy's bad side tonight. Or he could try to dance around the subject a little, and maybe he would open up on his own. He really wanted to know what happened, though. "Is it the bad kind of stuff?"

No, he knew it wasn't bad stuff. It was stuff he knew but refused to admit. It was the reason Tsukikami had not spoken to him since then. The Innocence was kind, but he would not coddle Timothy if the boy continued to deny his faults.

"No, just...stuff." Don't die. How could he control something like that? How could he ensure that he would live by that command alone?

Everything about this new life of his scared him.

He sniffed. "...What about you?" Bad stuff?

Watanuki shrugged a little. "Just stuff," he said in response, and it was partially true. Many of his visits had been good, though there were some that were neither good nor bad. He should have counted himself lucky because of that, though he couldn't help but to keep thinking about the old memories it kept bringing up. His conversation with Sakura had especially done that. "Mostly it just reminded me of things that happened a long time ago."

But was two years ago really that long ago? It was just the blink of an eye in a whole lifetime, though right now it felt like it had been a fifth of his life. And actually it represented a lot more of his life, since the last two years were all that he remembered anyway.

"Yeah? Like what?" He looked up at him at this, automatically curious. It didn't strike him instantly that he shouldn't be shoving his nose into the other's business like that.

Luckily Watanuki didn't mind sharing this, especially not with Timothy. "Well, you know how I can see spirits, right? FOr the longest time I thought it was a curse, and that I would never be able to have a normal life because of it. But eventually I realized that what I wanted wasn't a normal life, but to be accepted by someone and to have a home. Talking with Sakura yesterday helped me realize that 'having a home' and 'seeing spirits' aren't mutually exclusive ideas."

He listened to this, silently, almost amazed at his accepting attitude about this. For a moment Timothy wished he could be so accepting. It would make his own issues so much more easier to handle.

"Who's Sakura?"

"Sakura is a friend from my world," Watanuki explained, "She's a very kind girl who always does her best to help her friends. Actually, she's here in the city, but the Sakura I saw was much older. I'm guessing she's from a time in the future, where she's already an adult."

He smiled a little as he thought about seeing Sakura as an adult. Sure, he knew her already, but something had felt different about her at that time. It felt almost...well, motherly. And sure, that Sakura had looked old enough to be a mother, but there was something else about it. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He couldn't help it, just this once. He smirked. "What, ya like her or somethin'?" Even in thought-provoking situations like this Timothy couldn't help but be a smart ass once in a while.

Now there was an interesting thought. Of course it wasn't correct, as he didn't have any feelings for Sakura, though he did not it was a little odd that Sakura had always squarely been in the 'friends' category. "No way," Watanuki said as he waved Timothy off, "Sakura and I aren't like that. She has Syaoran, and I like Himawari."

"Himawari?" He pronounced it slowly, his accent getting in the way of speaking it properly. He blinked, suddenly realizing quietly that there were a lot of things Timothy didn't know about his roommates. What their homes were like, their family, their friends...

Of course he had never found a desire in getting to know these people. With good reason at that, so why was he so curious now?

Already Watanuki's woobieness was starting to show again. All it took was for Timothy to say her name, and Watanuki started gushing about Himawari again. "Yes, Himawari is a perfect little angel, and she is the sweetest girl I've ever met. Any day in which she says a simple 'good morning' to me is a good day, because I got to hear her angelic voice."

It was pretty obvious that Watanuki was very smitten with this girl, though his gushing didn't tell much about who she actually was.

All Timothy could do was frown at him. He didn't see what was so gush-worthy about them (except their breasts~), all they ever did was fret around and make weird faces whenever something didn't go their way.

Granted, there were two exceptions to this belief in Timothy's mind, but he wasn't thinking about them.

Whatever Watanuki was experiencing with this girl was something Timothy could not comprehend.

It took a little while for Watanuki to realize that Timothy was frowning, but when he did he stopped and shot Timothy a questioning look. But then he remembered that Timothy was only nine, and he had probably never had a crush on a girl before. So he said, "It's not THAT weird. You'll have someone you like eventually, too."

Though Watanuki WAS a little eccentric when it came to Himawari. He was way too fond of his last bastion of heterosexuality, and a lot of people thought he was weird when he acted that way.

"Ew! No way! That stuff is..." But he trailed off, going back to pouting. Pulling his legs back up he rested his chin on his knees and stared off the view with a huffing look.

Watanuki sighed. He knew Timothy was a difficult child, and that he would fight just about anything he could, even growing up. But Watanuki didn't particularly want to fight right now, so he let that go. Instead he looked up to the stars again, and he found himself wondering about his parents. He had been told that the dead went up to the heavens, and Watanuki knew that's where his parents were, since they had already passed on.

Wait, no, that wasn't quite right. That's where they SHOULD be. Something didn't feel quite right about it, though, and it made him frown a little. What were these nagging thoughts that kept bothering him about it? He knew he couldn't remember his parents, but he couldn't remember his past at all, right? So why did that seem so important. "So difficult," he said to himself under his breath, and though he was talking about his memories it would have been easy to think that he was talking about Timothy, since Watanuki had just been talking to him moments ago.

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