XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Failing You ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Title:  Failing You
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: M
Length: 9 chapters. (This is #3) 
Summary: What would Doumeki do if he ever failed to save Watanuki? What would Watanuki do to stop him?

 

DISC: I do not own xxxHolic or any of the characters. These belong to Clamp - those crazy mangaka who make us all practically faint for the shonen-ai and then YANK it out from under us. Clamp, if I can have one request, it's to give us some DouWata love by the end of this series! PLEASE!

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Watanuki was curled in a ball, muttering. “No, you idiot. No. Don't wake up. Don't.”

 

Doumeki had begun twitching as if he were nearing wakefulness just seconds earlier. Now, he opened his eyes and Watanuki couldn't help wailing in despair. He watched, as Doumeki's brows drew closer together, taking in his surroundings, saw the exact second when he saw his charge, curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth.

 

“Mm. Time to play.”

 

“No. Please.”

 

That chuckle again. “I will please. Myself. It's time to finally savor the delightful taste. But who shall I taste first?”

 

Tears began to stream down Watanuki's face. “Please…”

 

Watanuki's eyes had yet to leave Doumeki's, so he saw them take on that look - that look he always got just before he did something stupid, something brave and reckless and heroic. He shook his head no, mouthed the word to Doumeki. And yet, he knew what was coming.

 

“Me. Take what you want from me. Leave him alone.”

 

Doumeki. He tried not to scream. At first, it was just a grunt, and Watanuki saw blood begin to drip at the archer's ankle. It was slow, the flaying of his right foot. First the skin pulled back and disappeared. Blood dripped and disappeared. Muscles ripped away, then tendons, finally, with a sickening snap and crunch, and the scream that Doumeki could no longer contain, his bones snapped and disappeared, and the wound was cauterized with another scream, which cut off as the archer fainted.

 

“Mm. He'll wake soon, and we'll play again. I wonder if he'll try to save you again, little snack. But no fear. It doesn't matter which I eat first. I plan to make of the two of you a most delightful feast.”

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