A/N: This is the Second Chappie that I promised! Yay for you bothering to read on! Reading and Reviewing is much appreciated, moreso if there is Constructive Critisism involved, as with all of my fics, Flamers shalt be sent to bed without any supper, and I may decide to leave them a horrible reply, beware, could hurt feelings!

Warnings: They are exactly the same as in the prologue, but you know, just in case you skipped that part, there is Fluffy yaoiness approaching. As before, if you detest the homosexual pairings of males, then I am seriously wondering about your motives for reading a ZURIYAN fiction, seeing as, if you check the profile, I have only written Yaois on here! LOL

A/N Revisited: As before, there is an editing in progress, and this is the update, changed for Reviewer's pleasure, and my own satisfaction. A big thankyou to everyone who has reviewed so far, and yeah... Theodore too. +You better believe it... without me, your writing skills would be as nothing!+ Ok ok, don't push it.

Disclaimer: Same as last chappie... I don't own anything but this particular plotless and fluffy story! Oh, and if I were making money from this, I would seriously like to know where it went, and why there is still a heating problem in my house.

Anyway, and so we're going on with the fiction!

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Icy Longing

The bespectacled blunette was leaning casually against a weathered fence post, his almost blue business shirt open. The expensive fabric flapped in the gentle breeze, revealing a dark undershirt tucked neatly into the teen's faded blue jeans. "Niwa." The gentle voice said with concern now obvious in each of the simple syllables.

The flaming haired teen averted his eyes, instead focusing on the beautiful sunset. The water looked as though it was swallowing the blood red orb, staining the surrounding ocean a mixture of crimson and orange. "What's wrong Daisuke?" asked the blue haired genius.

"N-n-nothing," was the quiet reply, though the tears betrayed the redhead's feelings.

The slate haired teen approached his distraught friend and sat beside him, staring at the spellbinding sunset. He knew that eventually, Niwa would tell him what was bothering him. It seemed sometimes that Satoshi was the only person that the budding artist could talk to.

Without warning, the elder male found his arms full of a sobbing teenager. Awkwardly, the stoic blunette cradled his howling friend, silently rocking the pale-skinned artist. A moment later, Daisuke relaxed and moved himself to sit more comfortably in the taller teen's crossed legs, still sobbing.
"It's ok Daisuke." Satoshi said quietly, gently resting his head against the soft red spikes of hair. The younger teen shook his head sadly. "No. It's not ok. Nothing's ok Hiwatari." The redhead whispered, wrapping his arms around his slender friend, sobbing into the offered shoulder.

They sat like that for a few minutes, gently rocking in a comfortable silence. Satoshi felt his lower biology warm, the slightly fruity scent of his friend intoxicating to his unnaturally sensitive nostrils. The east was blue black before the blunette noticed that Niwa had become uncomfortable, he was fidgeting, and after a moment, he stood entirely.
"I uh… have to… go." The ruby-eyed artist said, fidgeting with his hands. Was it just the half-light? Or did Satoshi detect a blush creeping over his friend's cheeks? The blunette shrugged it off as wishful thinking.

"Bye then." The young male said in the same quiet tones, his cerulean eyes gliding from his friend to the ocean, where the sun had just disappeared over the edge, even if its crimson rays could still be seen. A sigh escaped his lips, though a calm, almost icy air had settled over the older teen.

Innocent claret eyes watched the slate haired teen for a moment, noticing that he looked almost as if he were carved from stone. He sat perfectly still, his back straight, only his pale blue hair and open shirt moving in the gentle breeze.

Daisuke found himself walking away from his friend, the tears long forgotten while a cloud of thoughts took their place as he slid through the crowded streets on his way home. "Why does he care?" he asked himself, allowing his body to follow the tide of people draining towards the train. He had once again forgotten his train ticket… and his money, so he would have to walk home again tonight.
(I think it is more a question of why you care.) Dark answered his hands on his own slender hips. A young woman winked at the red head, and he blushed, sliding back so that she wouldn't see him anymore.
'I guess you have a point, but that doesn't stop me wondering.' He silently answered, keeping his mouth closed to avoid people thinking that he was crazy. With slight difficulty, Daisuke weaved his way through the thousands of people heading home from the Sunday shops.
(You shouldn't.) Dark said, inspecting his fingernails with amethyst eyes.
'Why not? I'm not doing anything against the law.' He shot back, spotting his house and heading quickly for it. (I know… but still, it's him!) The angel replied, his tone eternally playful. The redhead opened his front door and kicked off his shoes.
"So what? What's wrong with Hiwatari? He's a great artist." The garnet-eyed teen said tiredly, walking up the stairs to his room.
(Yeah, but he's just a creepy guy… besides. Shouldn't you be jealous of his artistic talent or something?) The thief asked, cheekily wagging his finger. "I guess, but really, he's not that bad." The redhead said quietly, climbing up and flopping onto his bed. (If you say so kid.) The purple haired rogue said fading as the flaming haired teen closed his eyes.
"He's not that bad…" Daisuke whispered, sinking into sleep.

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Here we are.. That's it. I have no more until later on. Okies? hope you liked it, and please review! Hope to hear from you, laterz!

PS. The "russian" bits have been taken out and replaced with different adjectives, and now that I know that he's actually a Japanese guy (Why didn't I realise that before? Seriously I should read more of these fanfics lol) I'll wirte that in upcoming chappies. Zuri Over and Out.
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