|fayriefox (fayriefox) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-25 23:46:00
Maybe Crossplay, xxxHolic (Dou/Wata/Hima)
Title: Maybe Crossplay
Warnings: Implied sex, Yuuko
Prompt: Nov 22nd - xxxHOLiC - Doumeki/Himawari/Watanuki - dress-up - Stop complaining.
Summary: Himawari finds some things in the storeroom.
A/N: Sorry this is (so very) late. This was supposed to be “The three go off to a festival and Doumeki is upset he must wear a Western-style suit.” Not so much. *sob*I’m making my own reality where Yuuko gave Wataniki and the others the store while she went away for a very long time; let’s say she went with Cecille from KKM on a Free Love Journey. Now the three are immortal or whatever Yuuko is. Or maybe it’s all in Watanuki’s dreams. Mentions of RG Veda and Wish characters.
Watanuki was quite definitely going to kill Yuuko when the woman got back. Where did she get the idea that she could just suddenly call from wherever in hell she was and give Himawari-chan ideas like this?! So there was a wardrobe in the storeroom with clothes that would just so happen to fit him and Doumeki fairly well in it, that didn’t mean she had to tell her!
That the clothes Watanuki was wearing hadn’t belonged to a girl didn’t help much, especially since they supposedly hadn’t belonged to a boy either according to what Himawari-chan had said Yuuko had told her. Especially since the clothes were pretty much non-existent.
The majority of the outfit was just an ankle length tunic with a black belt at the waist, and a slit to the hip on either side. To make matters worse there was a gold necklace with a red jewel, bands that went around the upper arms and anklets.
Watanuki glared at himelf in the mirror and moved to take the outfit off when someone pounded on the bathroom door.
“Hurry up and come out.” Doumeki said after he was done knocking on the door.
“Shut up you! I’m not coming out in this dress!”
“It’s not a dress, and Doumeki is in the same outfit as you are, Watanuki-kun.” Came Himawari’s voice.
“I’m still not coming out!”
Just then the phone began ringing.
“I’ll get it. Shizuka, get him out of there won’t you?” The girl said, trotting towards the phone.
“Open up or I’ll pick the lock.”
At that Watanuki scoffed and turned back to scowling at himself in the mirror, ignoring the scratching at the door. “How is this in any way clothing? Honestly, who would wear this on a regular basis?”
“Obviously whoever it belonged to before Yuuko-san got it.” Doumeki stated, opening the door.
“Wha? How the hell did you?! Why you!”
Watanuki didn’t get much farther than that as Doumeki got a good look at just how revealing the other’s clothing was and shoved him up against a bathroom wall. Coming in after ten minutes of assuring a distraught man that yes, she was certain his wife wasn’t there having an affair and no she couldn’t tell him where the woman was, Himawari wasn’t very surprised to find her boys leaning against a wall breathing heavily into each other’s necks. She happily walked right over and grabbed Watanuki’s leg, which was wrapped around Doumeki’s waist, and used it to balance her as she went up on tiptoe to kiss them.
Shutting off her end of the walkie-talkie bugs she’d left around the store she’d left in Watanuki, Doumeki and Himawari’s capable hands she smirked. She knew those clothes she’d taken off the hands of that serious swordsman and his war-god lover would come in handy. Maybe tomorrow she’d slip into Tokyo and see if those cat-demon twins had anything they wanted for some of their clothes, she was pretty sure they’d fit Himawari for however long she’d keep them on before the boys would make her take them off.