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Aug. 4th, 2009 06:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTo many people, the lot where Yuuko's shop is, is still an empty lot. To a select few people, it is an actual shop.
To those who had their wish granted by Yuuko, it is now Watanuki's shop.
To Doumeki, it will always be Yuuko's. To Watanuki as well.
"You can not be here." Watanuki says. He is wrapped in yet another of Yuuko's kimonos, plain white yet again. Watanuki still wears his own clothes underneath, btu Doumeki wonders if that will change in time. The shop is filled with many strange things, and Doumeki is sure that there is a chest of clothes waiting just for Watanuki to find. "This shop is for-"
Doumeki holds up a hand. He is sitting seiza style in front of Watanuki, who is sprawled on the divan. Watanuki looked out of place, uncomfortable, gawky, his body is all sharp edges while Yuuko was a constant flow of curves. Doumeki wonders if time will smooth out the sharp lines of Watanuki's body, curve the points of his shoulders into slopes.
"I have a wish." Doumeki says. The light in Watanuki's eyes dim, like he was expecting this. Doumeki wonders what Watanuki thinks Doumeki will wish for. Doumeki has only ever had one wish, to save Watanuki.
But that is not something that Watanuki can grant, it is something that Doumeki will grant himself.
"Inari sushi." Doumeki lowers his hand, and switches positions so that he is seated cross-legged in front of Watanuki. "A whole plate of it."
Watanuki is frozen, the smoke from Yuuko's pipe twining like the pipe fox through the air. Then he is snapping upright and out of the couch. "What?! Do you think I'm here just to make you- "
Doumeki plugs his ears and closes out the rant, ignoring the way his head bobbles back and forth while Watanuki shakes him. Watanuki is still all sharp edges and dramatic reactions, still Watanuki. And Doumeki will work hard to keep it that way.
Rant over, Watanuki lets go and sniffs. Doumeki stops plugging his ears. "Every wish has a price." Watanuki's serious tone is lost on Doumeki.
"Put it on my tab."
To those who had their wish granted by Yuuko, it is now Watanuki's shop.
To Doumeki, it will always be Yuuko's. To Watanuki as well.
"You can not be here." Watanuki says. He is wrapped in yet another of Yuuko's kimonos, plain white yet again. Watanuki still wears his own clothes underneath, btu Doumeki wonders if that will change in time. The shop is filled with many strange things, and Doumeki is sure that there is a chest of clothes waiting just for Watanuki to find. "This shop is for-"
Doumeki holds up a hand. He is sitting seiza style in front of Watanuki, who is sprawled on the divan. Watanuki looked out of place, uncomfortable, gawky, his body is all sharp edges while Yuuko was a constant flow of curves. Doumeki wonders if time will smooth out the sharp lines of Watanuki's body, curve the points of his shoulders into slopes.
"I have a wish." Doumeki says. The light in Watanuki's eyes dim, like he was expecting this. Doumeki wonders what Watanuki thinks Doumeki will wish for. Doumeki has only ever had one wish, to save Watanuki.
But that is not something that Watanuki can grant, it is something that Doumeki will grant himself.
"Inari sushi." Doumeki lowers his hand, and switches positions so that he is seated cross-legged in front of Watanuki. "A whole plate of it."
Watanuki is frozen, the smoke from Yuuko's pipe twining like the pipe fox through the air. Then he is snapping upright and out of the couch. "What?! Do you think I'm here just to make you- "
Doumeki plugs his ears and closes out the rant, ignoring the way his head bobbles back and forth while Watanuki shakes him. Watanuki is still all sharp edges and dramatic reactions, still Watanuki. And Doumeki will work hard to keep it that way.
Rant over, Watanuki lets go and sniffs. Doumeki stops plugging his ears. "Every wish has a price." Watanuki's serious tone is lost on Doumeki.
"Put it on my tab."
