Disclaimer: I try not to steal anime copyrights...but I can't help it! I wanna steal them! I'd do anything just to own the anime I love...and use them for my evil purposes!
A/N: Forgive me!
The blue-haired boy wlaked slowly across the hallways of the school. He kept his ears sharp for any piece of information he might need or want. Gossip was often useless and true or usful but entirely false. It was a game of chance he played. For years, though, useful and true rumors come by only once in a blue moon. Hardly has luck ever smiled down upon him.
But somehow...it was a blue moon tonight and Lady Luck seems to smile kindly upon anyone.
"Has Niwa gone to the art room already?"
"Yeah. Its his turn to clean it up this week."
Satoshi looked back and found the speakers to be Saga and Saehara respectively.
Niwa...Just the person he needed. Just...the person...
Without much thought, Satoshi took a turn and headed straight to the art room. His heart raced with his fast and uneasy breathing but his mind was steady on his supposed goal.
His reasons were illogical but goal surpassed reason...an emotion...a surge Satoshi would never have accepted in his more logical state of mind.
Punching in the code, the door opened to reveal the art room...sans Daisuke.
Walking inside, he found no trace of the red-haired boy.
But the room seemed quite clean. Daisuke had been here...Where is he now, though?
Flap...flap...
Satoshi looked up and saw the topmost window, about three meters above him, open and the shutters hitting the wall as the winds pushed through.
Having no choice but to climb up, he did...fairly easily, seeing that there wasn't much ledges to give him a lift or some hold.
Once atop the rooftop, he found the elusive-for-five-minutes-only Daisuke, sitting and quite oblivious to the presence of Satoshi.
"Where's Dark?"
Daisuke turned and stared balnkly at him...that is...until he realized he was staring right into those icy-blue eyes.
"Sa--Satoshi!" he gulped, edging away in shock and slight fear. "What made you come up here?"
"Don't be so shocked Daisuke-kun..." he said in an all-too serious tone, as he heaved himself up to the rooftop and sat comfortable next to Daisuke.
In the Daisuke way, he blushed, Niwa did.
Having no sense of what Satoshi would want badly just to come up here all the way to the rooftop unnerved him. As would anyone else in his position.
"Dark is..." he began but Satoshi cut him off.
"Daisuke...how does it feel to confront someone about how you feel?" the sudden question.
For a few minutes those words were left hanging in the air.
"Why'd you ask so suddenly...?" Blushing.
"Well...you've done it to Risa-kun and you've come unscathed...I dont I would..."
"You're asking me this...?" Daisuke muttered, more to himself than to his companion.
He shook himself awake.
"Well...I guess...its about facing a near future...whether the person accepts or rejects what you've said, its done...and you did it...more to yourself that to the person you told those words to..." he said, in a cheerful way, remembering how light he felt after.
"I see...but I'm more of a doer though..." came the small reply.
Silence.
"Thank you, Daisuke-kun."
Daisuke never saw it coming. Before he could do or say anything, Satoshi cupped his cheek and pulled him closer for a kiss. A kiss that lasted longer than it should have.
A/N: Forgive me!