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thefolksbetween) wrote2009-08-05 10:58 am
thefolksbetween) wrote2009-08-05 10:58 am
DouNuki - Mistaken Identity
Who: Okurimomo (oc), Doumeki Shizuka and Watanuki Kimihiro (xxxHolic)
What: The arrival of a very strange young man through the well of Yuuko's shop. Doumeki finds him and brings him in. Strange words are passed around and mistaken identities are noted.
When: A few months after Doumeki retrieves his memories again.
Where: Holic-verse, Yuuko's Shop, Tokyo, Japan
Rating: PG - Unedited.
“Help! M-Mom!--- H-help!” an echoing voice called, half blocked with gargles of water and splashing. It was a young voice with a bit of a squeak to it, and a lot of fear as he kept bobbing under the water, flailing to get out.
“Mom! Please! Take me back!” He yelped, starting to cry, his squeaky voice now sobbing into the waters. “Please… I don’t want to be here!”
A figure up above him peeked over, blocking what little light reached the bottom of this dank deep well. “Mom!? Please! Get me out!” He called up, but the figure disappeared. A moment later a bucket was being lowered down to him.
“Tie yourself to it.” The simple flat voice said, strong and very not his mother like. He did as told, wrapping it around him and pulling enough that he was able to put his feet in the bucket, clinging to the rope as it started to pull him out.
The closer he got to the surface the brighter it felt outside. As he was rescued from the water, hauled out by big strong arms and carefully lowered to the ground, the young boy looked up to his savoir.
He was a large man with dark hair and golden eyes. Large hands moved to undo the rope around him, helping him out of the bucket and checking him over.
“Are you alright?” he had asked.
The boy looked upon him with wide blue eyes, a pair of glasses askew on his face. He nodded once, seeing at a loss of words now.
“You’re soaked. Come in and dry off.” And before he could say anything else, he was picked up and carried to the building near the well, a home or shop or something. While he was carted off, seated on the wooded back patio, he couldn’t help but stare in wonder and awe. This is him. he was sure of it.
It had to be him. The dark hair. The treasure like eyes. The flawless skin. The strong arms and tall height. The perfect person, just as his mother had always described him. He was in awe of this man, and so glad to have been rescued by him.
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Doumeki was returning from class, a bag over his shoulder and a few paper sacks of food, requests for his Kimihiro to cook for tonight. He figured the boy would do much less squawking if he brought the ingredients in the first place.
As he moved to the door of the shop, about to enter he swore he heard someone crying for help out back. Making his way back there, he dropped off the bags and pack at the deck, and jogged to the well, hearing the echo of a young person down there.
Peeking over he saw a young boy, bobbing and panicking. With out a word, he glanced around, finding the large round bucket and rope near by. Lowering it he called of the boy to tie it around him, and then he hauled it up.
He was light, barely an issue to pull up, and really the damn water in the bucket and the clothing seemed to be heavier then the child was.
Pulling him out and sitting him down, he untangled him, looking him over in mild statement that never crossed his face. Curious. “You’re soaked.” She said as he started to pick him up. “Come in and dry off.”
It was strange, and still startling as he picked up the light as a feather child with the bright lake blue eyes and glasses. If the face was thinner and the hair was shorter he’d look a lot like his Kimihiro. None the less, he took him to the deck and sat him down, glancing him over again.
“I’ll find you something dry to wear. Stay here.” He said, receiving a nod from the child and large eyes trailing his every move. He raised a brow and gathered the bags, returning inside. Sitting things down, he looked for Watanuki but couldn’t find him.
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By time the man returned from inside, the boy had worked himself out of his traditional clothing, laying it neatly out on the deck to dry, and was seated there naked, legs bent up and arms around him, drying off faster this way. He looked up as the big man returned, a smile washing over his young face.
He was amazing.
The man held out a shirt that was much too large for him, and a pair of shorts that he would swim in. He was told to change into this until his things were dry, to which he did, gladly slipping into the plaid shorts that were far too comfortable, and the over sized white button front shirt. Drying his glasses off on it he put them back on.
Running a hand through his hair, he looked up to the big man and smiled grandly. “Thank you Kimihiro-san. I’m very grateful for how kind you have been. It’s been very nice meeting you.”
The big man seemed… a little surprised by this, an indication by the one raised brow that nearly disappeared under a slightly longer growing hair line. “Kimihiro?” he’d asked, but didn’t press on, nor deny it. It was like he was testing things out now. Perhaps looking to see what the boy wanted?
Cutely he tucked his hands under his rear, and rocked a bit on them, looking up to the man with adoration. “Yeah! Momma sent me to you. She’s the Zashiki-warashi! But she and Auntie Ame-warshi had an argument and I don’t know but I had to come here now. They said it would be safer if I stayed with Kimihiro. That I would come up at his residence, and he was a strong noble looking dark haired man with treasure like eyes and paleish skin. You’re a bit bigger then I thought but that only makes it that much better. It gives me some kind of hope at least.”
“Hope?”
Looking up at the tall man he smiled largely, a child like smile but very cheerfully devious “I want to grow up to be just like you! You’re pretty cool. Moms always talked fondly of you, so I guess I could be proud to have you as my fath--”
“ShizuuuUuUuuka!” came the fluttering call of a slender geek wafting through the front door and through the halls. He had dropped a large stack of purple paper notes on a table near the back patio door and paused as he danced out the door. “You will never believe who I ran into today while--- what’s this?”
Watanuki stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at the wet mess in his own clothing, over sized on the small child. He raised a brow, looking over the child. “Hello.”
“Kimihiro.” Doumeki said to him with a bit of a nod.
There was something in the tone that made Watanuki look up. There was something in the face that made him feel unsettled. He didn’t look upset or annoyed but he had the feeling that the situation might go there soon. He raised the other brow. Just as he was about to speak at the, now looking shocked and flabbergasted child, the child burst out.
“WHAT?! NO!!” He had, indeed looked shocked and flabbergasted. The moment the big impressive man spoke the other boys name… as his fathers name, he about lost his guts in the bottom of everything. It just felt cold, like falling into the water again, but not coming up in the well. He flailed, rather cat like, and scampered back, a shocked spastic look on his face. “What! What! What?! Kimihiro!? No! That can’t be!”
Same blue eyes as he had… no, Blue and Gold. Treasure eyes. Pale skin… OH it was much more pale then the other mans. Dark hair. Oh no… glasses like him! Thin weak build?! Oh he could CRY! Scrambling to his feet and running to the bigger guy, he grabbed his wrist, wrapping both his arms around and up his arm, tugging, starting to cry. “No! No, don’t lie! You’re Kimihiro! She wouldn’t of--- not with him! You’re just perfect! Please… Please be him! Please?” he said, blue eyes flooding with tears now, clinging to the man.
Doumeki reached down and scooped the boy up, letting him cling to him, the small arms wrapping around his neck as he cried “See, you are him! You’re my father! See. I know you are!”
The reaction and words had Watanuki… stunned, standing wide eyed and looking more pale then ever before. His mouth open and unable to work. His arms… they flailed for a moment, took a proper step forward only to look shocked again and flail. “Doumeki!!” He gasped, watching as the big man started to take the crying boy inside.
“There are bags on the table for Hot Pot tonight. There should be enough for three.” Was all he said, though Watanuki was sure there was… a look. He started to stomp in after him, a storm of words about to fly, when he DID receive a look form the dark haired man carrying the boy inside.
Startled, he paused there, just standing. What… was going on? He looked around, back to the yard, giving a helpless whine and squeak, looking up as the sky opened up and started pouring rain. A bolt of lightening striking the sky angrily suddenly, making him jump. He glared back, putting his glasses right on his face, and scampered off inside.
What the heck was going on?
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What: The arrival of a very strange young man through the well of Yuuko's shop. Doumeki finds him and brings him in. Strange words are passed around and mistaken identities are noted.
When: A few months after Doumeki retrieves his memories again.
Where: Holic-verse, Yuuko's Shop, Tokyo, Japan
Rating: PG - Unedited.
“Help! M-Mom!--- H-help!” an echoing voice called, half blocked with gargles of water and splashing. It was a young voice with a bit of a squeak to it, and a lot of fear as he kept bobbing under the water, flailing to get out.
“Mom! Please! Take me back!” He yelped, starting to cry, his squeaky voice now sobbing into the waters. “Please… I don’t want to be here!”
A figure up above him peeked over, blocking what little light reached the bottom of this dank deep well. “Mom!? Please! Get me out!” He called up, but the figure disappeared. A moment later a bucket was being lowered down to him.
“Tie yourself to it.” The simple flat voice said, strong and very not his mother like. He did as told, wrapping it around him and pulling enough that he was able to put his feet in the bucket, clinging to the rope as it started to pull him out.
The closer he got to the surface the brighter it felt outside. As he was rescued from the water, hauled out by big strong arms and carefully lowered to the ground, the young boy looked up to his savoir.
He was a large man with dark hair and golden eyes. Large hands moved to undo the rope around him, helping him out of the bucket and checking him over.
“Are you alright?” he had asked.
The boy looked upon him with wide blue eyes, a pair of glasses askew on his face. He nodded once, seeing at a loss of words now.
“You’re soaked. Come in and dry off.” And before he could say anything else, he was picked up and carried to the building near the well, a home or shop or something. While he was carted off, seated on the wooded back patio, he couldn’t help but stare in wonder and awe. This is him. he was sure of it.
It had to be him. The dark hair. The treasure like eyes. The flawless skin. The strong arms and tall height. The perfect person, just as his mother had always described him. He was in awe of this man, and so glad to have been rescued by him.
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Doumeki was returning from class, a bag over his shoulder and a few paper sacks of food, requests for his Kimihiro to cook for tonight. He figured the boy would do much less squawking if he brought the ingredients in the first place.
As he moved to the door of the shop, about to enter he swore he heard someone crying for help out back. Making his way back there, he dropped off the bags and pack at the deck, and jogged to the well, hearing the echo of a young person down there.
Peeking over he saw a young boy, bobbing and panicking. With out a word, he glanced around, finding the large round bucket and rope near by. Lowering it he called of the boy to tie it around him, and then he hauled it up.
He was light, barely an issue to pull up, and really the damn water in the bucket and the clothing seemed to be heavier then the child was.
Pulling him out and sitting him down, he untangled him, looking him over in mild statement that never crossed his face. Curious. “You’re soaked.” She said as he started to pick him up. “Come in and dry off.”
It was strange, and still startling as he picked up the light as a feather child with the bright lake blue eyes and glasses. If the face was thinner and the hair was shorter he’d look a lot like his Kimihiro. None the less, he took him to the deck and sat him down, glancing him over again.
“I’ll find you something dry to wear. Stay here.” He said, receiving a nod from the child and large eyes trailing his every move. He raised a brow and gathered the bags, returning inside. Sitting things down, he looked for Watanuki but couldn’t find him.
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By time the man returned from inside, the boy had worked himself out of his traditional clothing, laying it neatly out on the deck to dry, and was seated there naked, legs bent up and arms around him, drying off faster this way. He looked up as the big man returned, a smile washing over his young face.
He was amazing.
The man held out a shirt that was much too large for him, and a pair of shorts that he would swim in. He was told to change into this until his things were dry, to which he did, gladly slipping into the plaid shorts that were far too comfortable, and the over sized white button front shirt. Drying his glasses off on it he put them back on.
Running a hand through his hair, he looked up to the big man and smiled grandly. “Thank you Kimihiro-san. I’m very grateful for how kind you have been. It’s been very nice meeting you.”
The big man seemed… a little surprised by this, an indication by the one raised brow that nearly disappeared under a slightly longer growing hair line. “Kimihiro?” he’d asked, but didn’t press on, nor deny it. It was like he was testing things out now. Perhaps looking to see what the boy wanted?
Cutely he tucked his hands under his rear, and rocked a bit on them, looking up to the man with adoration. “Yeah! Momma sent me to you. She’s the Zashiki-warashi! But she and Auntie Ame-warshi had an argument and I don’t know but I had to come here now. They said it would be safer if I stayed with Kimihiro. That I would come up at his residence, and he was a strong noble looking dark haired man with treasure like eyes and paleish skin. You’re a bit bigger then I thought but that only makes it that much better. It gives me some kind of hope at least.”
“Hope?”
Looking up at the tall man he smiled largely, a child like smile but very cheerfully devious “I want to grow up to be just like you! You’re pretty cool. Moms always talked fondly of you, so I guess I could be proud to have you as my fath--”
“ShizuuuUuUuuka!” came the fluttering call of a slender geek wafting through the front door and through the halls. He had dropped a large stack of purple paper notes on a table near the back patio door and paused as he danced out the door. “You will never believe who I ran into today while--- what’s this?”
Watanuki stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at the wet mess in his own clothing, over sized on the small child. He raised a brow, looking over the child. “Hello.”
“Kimihiro.” Doumeki said to him with a bit of a nod.
There was something in the tone that made Watanuki look up. There was something in the face that made him feel unsettled. He didn’t look upset or annoyed but he had the feeling that the situation might go there soon. He raised the other brow. Just as he was about to speak at the, now looking shocked and flabbergasted child, the child burst out.
“WHAT?! NO!!” He had, indeed looked shocked and flabbergasted. The moment the big impressive man spoke the other boys name… as his fathers name, he about lost his guts in the bottom of everything. It just felt cold, like falling into the water again, but not coming up in the well. He flailed, rather cat like, and scampered back, a shocked spastic look on his face. “What! What! What?! Kimihiro!? No! That can’t be!”
Same blue eyes as he had… no, Blue and Gold. Treasure eyes. Pale skin… OH it was much more pale then the other mans. Dark hair. Oh no… glasses like him! Thin weak build?! Oh he could CRY! Scrambling to his feet and running to the bigger guy, he grabbed his wrist, wrapping both his arms around and up his arm, tugging, starting to cry. “No! No, don’t lie! You’re Kimihiro! She wouldn’t of--- not with him! You’re just perfect! Please… Please be him! Please?” he said, blue eyes flooding with tears now, clinging to the man.
Doumeki reached down and scooped the boy up, letting him cling to him, the small arms wrapping around his neck as he cried “See, you are him! You’re my father! See. I know you are!”
The reaction and words had Watanuki… stunned, standing wide eyed and looking more pale then ever before. His mouth open and unable to work. His arms… they flailed for a moment, took a proper step forward only to look shocked again and flail. “Doumeki!!” He gasped, watching as the big man started to take the crying boy inside.
“There are bags on the table for Hot Pot tonight. There should be enough for three.” Was all he said, though Watanuki was sure there was… a look. He started to stomp in after him, a storm of words about to fly, when he DID receive a look form the dark haired man carrying the boy inside.
Startled, he paused there, just standing. What… was going on? He looked around, back to the yard, giving a helpless whine and squeak, looking up as the sky opened up and started pouring rain. A bolt of lightening striking the sky angrily suddenly, making him jump. He glared back, putting his glasses right on his face, and scampered off inside.
What the heck was going on?
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