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burningdarkfire) wrote2010-09-20 10:58 pm
burningdarkfire) wrote2010-09-20 10:58 pm
Lonely [Holic; DouHima]
Title: Lonely
Series: Holic
Pairing: DouHimi, DouWata, WataHimi (depending on which direction you're tilting your head in)
Rating: PG
Length: about 700 words; oneshot
“Doumeki.”
He gazes blankly at the girl across from him. He knows she had been saying something, something that he probably should’ve been listening to, but he has not heard any of it.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “What did you say?”
A sorrowful look flashes across her face for a moment before Himawari stretches her lips into a smile that seems even thinner than the one she had on before. Her black hair curls down her back as she gives a soft chuckle and shakes her head.
“Doumeki-kun, I don’t want to trouble you. If you don’t want to be here …” But she trails off, leaving her sentence unfinished.
And Doumeki knows that no matter what she says, he would stay, because her eyes are always sad and so terribly, terribly lonely.
“I chose to come here,” he tells her, as he does every time.
But this time, instead of just smiling and reaching out for his hand like a small child, Himawari reaches up and strokes his face lightly. He is surprised, although he doesn’t show it, and simply watches her.
“But you’re not really here at all,” she whispers quietly, so quietly that he’s not sure if he was meant to hear that. “Even away from the shop, Watanuki-kun has your attention.”
Still Doumeki says nothing, but he wonders what happened that would make her bring it up today.
“You get to see him every day,” Himawari says. She removes her hand and Doumeki can tell that she regrets her temporary slip of control and is trying to cover it up. “So I need you to tell me how he’s doing, okay?”
“He’s the same as ever, I suppose,” Doumeki responds, fighting the urge to cover his cheek with his hand where she touched it. “He got the hurt the other day because he didn’t take enough payment.”
Himawari frowns and looks at him anxiously. “Was it bad?”
Doumeki shakes his head and reassures her. “He was just weak and bedridden for a few days. Nothing life threatening.”
“I’m glad,” Himawari says, and then she laughs a little bit. “Not that he got hurt, but that he wasn’t hurt much.”
Doumeki understands.
“Does he … does he ever talk about me?” Himawari asks.
Doumeki hates the pain that he can see in her eyes when he answers, but he detests the understanding in them even more. “No.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
-
“I should go back now,” Doumeki tells her.
“Of course! I look forward to seeing you again,” Himawari says, smiling gently.
Doumeki knows what she needs to hear. “I’ll come back to visit again soon.”
They say their final goodbyes and Doumeki is about to board the train when he hears Himawari call his name.
“Doumeki,” she repeats, once he turns to face her again. She has closed the distance between them, and Doumeki is unsure about what she means to do.
Himawari puts her hands on his shoulders, and he raises his arms automatically to her waist, thinking that she wants a hug. Instead, she stands on her toes and presses her lips to his. For a few moments, they stand like that, neither of them moving; they were just two people whose lips had happened to meet, but upon contact they both knew that it would be empty and meaningless to continue the gesture.
Himawari steps back and makes a sound of apology, but Doumeki waves her off. He tells her goodbye, like nothing had happened, and steps onto the train mere moments before the doors slide shut.
He doesn’t look back as the train leaves the station, although he’s fairly sure that if he did, he would have seen her eyes staring at him sadly. Instead, he sits down and stares out the opposite window, his mind already focused on the shop and what Watanuki had asked him to buy.
Almost subconsciously, he raises his hand to his lips and covers them with his fingers.
Series: Holic
Pairing: DouHimi, DouWata, WataHimi (depending on which direction you're tilting your head in)
Rating: PG
Length: about 700 words; oneshot
“Doumeki.”
He gazes blankly at the girl across from him. He knows she had been saying something, something that he probably should’ve been listening to, but he has not heard any of it.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “What did you say?”
A sorrowful look flashes across her face for a moment before Himawari stretches her lips into a smile that seems even thinner than the one she had on before. Her black hair curls down her back as she gives a soft chuckle and shakes her head.
“Doumeki-kun, I don’t want to trouble you. If you don’t want to be here …” But she trails off, leaving her sentence unfinished.
And Doumeki knows that no matter what she says, he would stay, because her eyes are always sad and so terribly, terribly lonely.
“I chose to come here,” he tells her, as he does every time.
But this time, instead of just smiling and reaching out for his hand like a small child, Himawari reaches up and strokes his face lightly. He is surprised, although he doesn’t show it, and simply watches her.
“But you’re not really here at all,” she whispers quietly, so quietly that he’s not sure if he was meant to hear that. “Even away from the shop, Watanuki-kun has your attention.”
Still Doumeki says nothing, but he wonders what happened that would make her bring it up today.
“You get to see him every day,” Himawari says. She removes her hand and Doumeki can tell that she regrets her temporary slip of control and is trying to cover it up. “So I need you to tell me how he’s doing, okay?”
“He’s the same as ever, I suppose,” Doumeki responds, fighting the urge to cover his cheek with his hand where she touched it. “He got the hurt the other day because he didn’t take enough payment.”
Himawari frowns and looks at him anxiously. “Was it bad?”
Doumeki shakes his head and reassures her. “He was just weak and bedridden for a few days. Nothing life threatening.”
“I’m glad,” Himawari says, and then she laughs a little bit. “Not that he got hurt, but that he wasn’t hurt much.”
Doumeki understands.
“Does he … does he ever talk about me?” Himawari asks.
Doumeki hates the pain that he can see in her eyes when he answers, but he detests the understanding in them even more. “No.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
-
“I should go back now,” Doumeki tells her.
“Of course! I look forward to seeing you again,” Himawari says, smiling gently.
Doumeki knows what she needs to hear. “I’ll come back to visit again soon.”
They say their final goodbyes and Doumeki is about to board the train when he hears Himawari call his name.
“Doumeki,” she repeats, once he turns to face her again. She has closed the distance between them, and Doumeki is unsure about what she means to do.
Himawari puts her hands on his shoulders, and he raises his arms automatically to her waist, thinking that she wants a hug. Instead, she stands on her toes and presses her lips to his. For a few moments, they stand like that, neither of them moving; they were just two people whose lips had happened to meet, but upon contact they both knew that it would be empty and meaningless to continue the gesture.
Himawari steps back and makes a sound of apology, but Doumeki waves her off. He tells her goodbye, like nothing had happened, and steps onto the train mere moments before the doors slide shut.
He doesn’t look back as the train leaves the station, although he’s fairly sure that if he did, he would have seen her eyes staring at him sadly. Instead, he sits down and stares out the opposite window, his mind already focused on the shop and what Watanuki had asked him to buy.
Almost subconsciously, he raises his hand to his lips and covers them with his fingers.