fic: bedside manners (xxxHOLiC)
Mar. 20th, 2007 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Doumeki sighed, almost inaudibly, as he looked down at Watanuki. So much blood and pain, and all because he'd wanted to give a wish to an unhappy little girl. "You continue to make a vice out of virtue," he remarked, bending over to brush a wayward lock out of Watanuki's eyes. Closed, no one would be able to guess they were mismatched. "Someday, that generosity of yours will be the death of you. You must give my grandson no end of trouble." He straightened, and added with a wink towards the shadowy doorway, "Still, my Shizuka's a lucky boy, na, Yuuko-san?"
She drifted across the room like a stray wisp of smoke, trailing a cloud of opium. "I would not have chosen him otherwise, would I, Doumeki Haruka-san?"
"Chosen?" he repeated, laughing. "I thought it was hitsuzen."
"The inevitability of my decision makes it no less valid," she replied languidly.
"Aa," he said. "Well, then, look after him, Yuuko-san, since it was your decision. If he comes over to my side again, next time I might not give him back."
"Your wife would not be amused," Yuuko observed.
"Perhaps not," he agreed. "And it seems a bit ridiculous for a grandfather and grandson to compete over such a thing. So take better care of him, and spare us all the trouble!" He smiled at Yuuko, and ignored the opium smoke she exhaled in his face. "Goodnight, Watanuki, my little troublemaker," he murmured, pressed a kiss to the boy's bandaged face, and melted away.
Yuuko pouted a little as she left. "Troublemaker my ass," she muttered. "Like you have room to talk. Mokona! Let's open another bottle of sake, since Watanuki isn't awake to complain!"
I think I need a better xxxHOLiC icon.
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Date: 2007-03-21 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-21 04:18 pm (UTC)on the other hand, I think Watanuki might be warming up to Doumeki. slowly. very slowly.