XXXHolic Fan Fiction ❯ Hitsuzen ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: static shakedown 
Watanuki will have bad luck brought upon him. Why does Himawari suddenly arrive at Yuuko's shop? There are no coincidences...only Hitsuzen.
Anime/Manga: XXXHolic Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 647 | Status: Work In Progress
Watanuki will have bad luck brought upon him. Why does Himawari suddenly arrive at Yuuko's shop? There are no coincidences...only Hitsuzen.
Anime/Manga: XXXHolic Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 647 | Status: Work In Progress
Hitsuzen
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Ah well, I felt like writing a (pathetic-excuse-for-a) suspenseful xxxHolic fic. So, here it is! I’ve only read up to volume...6? Yeah, I think only six, so there are probably many discrepancies throughout which you should be kind enough to ignore. ‘Kay? Thanks. Also, I’m not a big fan of Doumeki so his existence will be most likely be disregarded here...maybe. Thanks for reading!
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“Watanuki is it almost done?!” Yuuko cheerfully peeked her head into the kitchen from the small opening between the shouji doors to ask. A large grin formed when she smelled the aroma in the kitchen.
Watanuki’s hand gripping a spatula tightened. “The goya chanpuru shall be done shortly.” he said curtly, trying to concentrate on the stir-fry instead of Maru and Moro prancing around him while he was trying to cook, and now the added annoyance of Yuuko’s constant hunger-induced nagging every two minutes.
“Aw, but I’m hungry now! What’s taking so long?” Yuuko stepped into the kitchen to inspect his progress on dinner. Strewn about the long counters were miscellaneous cooking utensils, oils, vegetables, and meats. A pot of white rice was simmering on the stove top next to the filled wok.
“Maybe I would be able to work faster if I didn’t have these monkeys on my back while I’m trying to cook near a very dangerous and hot stove!” he yelled, flinging the spatula out of the wok to accusingly point at Yuuko. Stray pieces of hot oil from the spatula, and saliva from his mouth, flew and landed scattered on the tiled floor as Watanuki glared daggers at the woman behind him.
“Excuses! I don’t think flinging around a spatula that was just in a burning pan of oil and vegetables is very safe or time efficient either Watanuuuuki.” she innocently smiled.
“Excuses!” said Maru who was literally on his back.
“Excuses!” said Moro on the floor, tugging on his effeminate apron.
Seeing his glare turning ten times darker, Yuuko gave a mock pout and held up her hands in defense. “But I was hungry,” she muttered, scouring the kitchen for a bottle of sake instead of continuing to taunt the poor house slave, “I’ll just have to drink before dinner then.”
“You’re the one making excuses just to drink more often!” Watanuki yelled, jamming the spatula back into the wok and taking out all his frustrations on the inoffensive tofu and pork.
Yuuko laughed loudly at the remark and helped herself to some sake while heading for the shouji doors again. Ignoring her, he continued cooking. Meanwhile, Maru had gotten off Watanuki’s back and was now chasing Moro in circles.
Watanuki lowered the heat to the almost finished stir fry and tried to reach out for a dishcloth to wipe his greasy hands, but knocked it down when his arm collided with Moro while she was avoiding her sister’s grasp.
Cursing under his breath, he bent down to pick it up.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Yuuko said with an unreadable expression while leaning against the doorway.
Maru and Moro stopped their tag game and Watanuki quickly picked up the dishcloth to stand and look at Yuuko with a bewildered expression.
“Do what?” he asked, confused on whether she was suddenly expressing concern over the sisters’ hazardous behavior in the kitchen or if it was something he was doing.
A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the object in his possession. “Kimihiro, haven’t we had a discussion about avoiding bad luck already?”
“Eeh??” his eyes grew wide as he glanced at the dishcloth in his hands and dropped it as if it were suddenly on fire. “What did I do? What did I do?” he yelped and flailed his arms.
“What did he do? What did he do?” Maru and Moro asked in unison, nearing the dropped dishcloth to survey it.
Yuuko took another gulp of sake. “Dropping a dishcloth and picking it up is a sign that bad luck is coming.” she calmly stated in a matter-of-fact way.
“W-w-w-what!? B-b-b-but..!” Watanuki’s distraught gaze flickered to-and-fro between the suddenly dismal-looking dishcloth and Yuuko’s relaxed stance against the door. “Is something going to happen?? What can I do?” he dropped down to his knees and clutched his head.
“Forgive him please!” Maru and Moro chanted, bowing to the dishcloth. “Forgive him!”
The far-off dinging of a bell alerted everyone to a guest entering the front door.
“...It’s too late now...” Yuuko murmured suddenly looking grave.
“Eh?” Watanuki looked up, straining to hear what she had just said.
“...Sunflower.”
--
Watanuki fearfully followed in Yuuko’s footsteps to meet the visitor who had entered the shop. Standing at the gate, clad in a casual button-up shirt and skirt, was Himawari from Kimihiro’s high school.
Relief flooded Watanuki when he saw that the visitor was not the grim reaper himself, but a very adorable-looking Himawari.
“Himawariiiii! I’m so glad to see you!” Watanuki yelled, quickly pulling off and hiding his pink apron before hugging Himawari tightly (and quickly letting go in embarrassment). “Why are you here? Did Doumeki tell you where I work? Oh, I know! You’re here to be my good luck charm from my bad luck! You’ll ward off my bad luck, won’t you Himawari!?” he asked, hearts in his eyes as he turned to look at her with a hopeful glance.
Only to see she wasn’t there.
--
“So, what brings you here?” Yuuko asked. Her left arm was draped across Himawari’s shoulders and lay on the girl’s left arm. She directed the girl to the dinning room seats.
Watanuki sweat-dropped and quickly walked to catch up with them.
“I didn’t know this was where Kimihiro worked. What a coincidence.” Himawari said, examining the store and not answering Yuuko’s question. She had a blank expression on her face and her eyes were slightly glossed over.
“There are no coincidences, my dear. Only hitsuzen.” Yuuko said, smiling down at the girl.
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A/N: Does Himawari-chan know where Watanuki works? Ah well, in my story she doesn’t– didn’t.
I don’t know if I should leave this as chapter 1. I might write more and add onto this.
I actually mentioned Doumeki! I can’t believe I did that...Another question: Should I edit in the honorifics? I was considering it, but then became too lazy.
Goya chanpuru is a kind of stir-fry, basically. It’s cooked in a wok.
Himawari translates to ‘sunflower’. Hence, Yuuko knew she was at the door.
Shouji doors are traditional Japanese sliding doors found in Yuuko’s shop.
What else?...
No, I didn’t make up the bad luck superstition, it actually exists.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Ah well, I felt like writing a (pathetic-excuse-for-a) suspenseful xxxHolic fic. So, here it is! I’ve only read up to volume...6? Yeah, I think only six, so there are probably many discrepancies throughout which you should be kind enough to ignore. ‘Kay? Thanks. Also, I’m not a big fan of Doumeki so his existence will be most likely be disregarded here...maybe. Thanks for reading!
--
“Watanuki is it almost done?!” Yuuko cheerfully peeked her head into the kitchen from the small opening between the shouji doors to ask. A large grin formed when she smelled the aroma in the kitchen.
Watanuki’s hand gripping a spatula tightened. “The goya chanpuru shall be done shortly.” he said curtly, trying to concentrate on the stir-fry instead of Maru and Moro prancing around him while he was trying to cook, and now the added annoyance of Yuuko’s constant hunger-induced nagging every two minutes.
“Aw, but I’m hungry now! What’s taking so long?” Yuuko stepped into the kitchen to inspect his progress on dinner. Strewn about the long counters were miscellaneous cooking utensils, oils, vegetables, and meats. A pot of white rice was simmering on the stove top next to the filled wok.
“Maybe I would be able to work faster if I didn’t have these monkeys on my back while I’m trying to cook near a very dangerous and hot stove!” he yelled, flinging the spatula out of the wok to accusingly point at Yuuko. Stray pieces of hot oil from the spatula, and saliva from his mouth, flew and landed scattered on the tiled floor as Watanuki glared daggers at the woman behind him.
“Excuses! I don’t think flinging around a spatula that was just in a burning pan of oil and vegetables is very safe or time efficient either Watanuuuuki.” she innocently smiled.
“Excuses!” said Maru who was literally on his back.
“Excuses!” said Moro on the floor, tugging on his effeminate apron.
Seeing his glare turning ten times darker, Yuuko gave a mock pout and held up her hands in defense. “But I was hungry,” she muttered, scouring the kitchen for a bottle of sake instead of continuing to taunt the poor house slave, “I’ll just have to drink before dinner then.”
“You’re the one making excuses just to drink more often!” Watanuki yelled, jamming the spatula back into the wok and taking out all his frustrations on the inoffensive tofu and pork.
Yuuko laughed loudly at the remark and helped herself to some sake while heading for the shouji doors again. Ignoring her, he continued cooking. Meanwhile, Maru had gotten off Watanuki’s back and was now chasing Moro in circles.
Watanuki lowered the heat to the almost finished stir fry and tried to reach out for a dishcloth to wipe his greasy hands, but knocked it down when his arm collided with Moro while she was avoiding her sister’s grasp.
Cursing under his breath, he bent down to pick it up.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Yuuko said with an unreadable expression while leaning against the doorway.
Maru and Moro stopped their tag game and Watanuki quickly picked up the dishcloth to stand and look at Yuuko with a bewildered expression.
“Do what?” he asked, confused on whether she was suddenly expressing concern over the sisters’ hazardous behavior in the kitchen or if it was something he was doing.
A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the object in his possession. “Kimihiro, haven’t we had a discussion about avoiding bad luck already?”
“Eeh??” his eyes grew wide as he glanced at the dishcloth in his hands and dropped it as if it were suddenly on fire. “What did I do? What did I do?” he yelped and flailed his arms.
“What did he do? What did he do?” Maru and Moro asked in unison, nearing the dropped dishcloth to survey it.
Yuuko took another gulp of sake. “Dropping a dishcloth and picking it up is a sign that bad luck is coming.” she calmly stated in a matter-of-fact way.
“W-w-w-what!? B-b-b-but..!” Watanuki’s distraught gaze flickered to-and-fro between the suddenly dismal-looking dishcloth and Yuuko’s relaxed stance against the door. “Is something going to happen?? What can I do?” he dropped down to his knees and clutched his head.
“Forgive him please!” Maru and Moro chanted, bowing to the dishcloth. “Forgive him!”
The far-off dinging of a bell alerted everyone to a guest entering the front door.
“...It’s too late now...” Yuuko murmured suddenly looking grave.
“Eh?” Watanuki looked up, straining to hear what she had just said.
“...Sunflower.”
--
Watanuki fearfully followed in Yuuko’s footsteps to meet the visitor who had entered the shop. Standing at the gate, clad in a casual button-up shirt and skirt, was Himawari from Kimihiro’s high school.
Relief flooded Watanuki when he saw that the visitor was not the grim reaper himself, but a very adorable-looking Himawari.
“Himawariiiii! I’m so glad to see you!” Watanuki yelled, quickly pulling off and hiding his pink apron before hugging Himawari tightly (and quickly letting go in embarrassment). “Why are you here? Did Doumeki tell you where I work? Oh, I know! You’re here to be my good luck charm from my bad luck! You’ll ward off my bad luck, won’t you Himawari!?” he asked, hearts in his eyes as he turned to look at her with a hopeful glance.
Only to see she wasn’t there.
--
“So, what brings you here?” Yuuko asked. Her left arm was draped across Himawari’s shoulders and lay on the girl’s left arm. She directed the girl to the dinning room seats.
Watanuki sweat-dropped and quickly walked to catch up with them.
“I didn’t know this was where Kimihiro worked. What a coincidence.” Himawari said, examining the store and not answering Yuuko’s question. She had a blank expression on her face and her eyes were slightly glossed over.
“There are no coincidences, my dear. Only hitsuzen.” Yuuko said, smiling down at the girl.
--
A/N: Does Himawari-chan know where Watanuki works? Ah well, in my story she doesn’t– didn’t.
I don’t know if I should leave this as chapter 1. I might write more and add onto this.
I actually mentioned Doumeki! I can’t believe I did that...Another question: Should I edit in the honorifics? I was considering it, but then became too lazy.
Goya chanpuru is a kind of stir-fry, basically. It’s cooked in a wok.
Himawari translates to ‘sunflower’. Hence, Yuuko knew she was at the door.
Shouji doors are traditional Japanese sliding doors found in Yuuko’s shop.
What else?...
No, I didn’t make up the bad luck superstition, it actually exists.