XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Failing You ❯ 6 ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Failing You
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: M
Length: 9 chapters. (This is #6)
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 6

As the arrow struck its target, it exploded with spiritual energy. He'd put everything he could into that one arrow, and its purifying ability, combined by the pure focus of emotion the archer was feeling, was the spiritual equivalent to Hiroshima. Enough to destroy the very dimension they were in, depositing them back into the real world.

The last thing the demon - who was on another level of the dimension, watching as they floated in his illusions - had the time to think before the explosion disintegrated his very being was, “Oh shit.”

And Doumeki was finally able to see Watanuki - the real Watanuki.

Who was naked, with blood running down his thighs from where he'd scratched himself in his illusion induced struggles, and in very close to the same pose that Doumeki had last seen him before firing his weapon, except he was now holding himself in a tight ball. And who said, “I won't ever forgive this,” before passing out.

That was all.

His heart was broken.

Quickly, he stripped his shirt off and ever so gently wrapped the boy in it. His eyes were dry now. This was his fault. He couldn't cry over it. He couldn't allow himself that kind of relief. It was all his fault.

Holding the boy tenderly, he stood, walking back to Yuuko's. He carried the one he'd failed, the one he loved, to the bedroom he often used at the shop, laid him down, and walked out, leaving Yuuko to heal him as best she could. He'd done enough. He… wasn't worthy to protect him.

He'd failed. Completely. Utterly.

And in his mind, he knew what he would do. There was only one choice for this kind of failure.