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Author: Amy the Evitable a.k.a.
Summary: Camouflage is one
Watanuki's skills. Written for a 'give me a title' challenge.
Last Updated: 9 February 2008
At This Volume
"Noisy," said Doumeki, as Watanuki shrieked at Mokona for swiping a
piece before he'd had the chance to set the garnish on it properly.
Stealing another, the diminutive black familiar began a game of
keep-away, as Watanuki pursued, fiercely brandishing his parsley.
"Does it bother you, Doumeki-kun?"
He thought it over a few moments before he answered Yuuko-san. "He
She smiled, and took a deep drag from her pipe. "Does he?"
They watched the game in silence for a time, as Watanuki grew louder,
and clumsier in his frenzied pursuit, tripping himself up and ending up
flat on his face in the sand.
"Where do you hide a red fish*, Doumeki-kun?" He looked at her, raising
an eyebrow to indicate that he had no good answer. "Among a school of
other red fish. Where do you hide a scream? Perhaps among a great deal
of other noise. And where do you hide a fight no one else can see?"
Doumeki pondered this. It was true – When Watanuki squealed and yelled,
or flailed at the empty air and rolled over the road, struggling with
invisible attackers, people who knew him didn't think anything of it.
It was spastic, dramatic, loopy Watanuki-kun, again, whispered the
girls. He's blown another fuse, muttered the boys. Teachers rolled
their eyes, but they didn't decide he had epilepsy, or Tourette's, or
need to be put into a straitjacket and locked in a padded room.
It was the perfect camouflage.
That woman's smile turned mischievous. "And where do you hide a strong
feeling you don't want to admit to?"
Doumeki pondered this, too.
Then he reached out, and stole a piece of the unassembled, ungarnished
lunch Watanuki was preparing.
"Doumeki, you jerk!" And there were gangly limbs waving in his face, as
Mokona's game was utterly forgotten in the face of Doumeki's
theft. "You – you – I do not have words for how irritating you are! I
would have to invent a whole new language just to begin to express all
the ways you infuriate me! Entirely new verbs because you keep finding
new ways to insult me! New classes of superlatives! I can't stand
you! Just looking at you makes me want to scream, but that's not enough
for you! Oh, no! The great Watanuki-sama is lowering himself to prepare
a feast for you – ENTIRELY UNDESERVING YOU – and you mess up my
preparations! You --"
Doumeki smiled. He could live with this.
* Author's Note: My brain would not come up with a good original
metaphor for camouflage, so I shamelessly stole this one from Mercedes
Lackey. I take no credit for it whatsoever.
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