Um, this is also a one shot… uh, I guess I like those. It's a daixsato…duh! I thought that it was cute and stuff. Its just fluff. Hehehe!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters sniff I wish I did. I would love to own the super hot Sato-kun if someone would give him to me, but sadly that is not possible. Damn…
Okay, so here's the fic.
I hope you dance:
Satoshi stared silently out at the open ocean. It was almost sunrise, and everything around him was so peaceful. Not a sound was heard besides the sound of the waves that hit the waiting shore.
These waves created a rhythm of sound that had a calming affect on the young man. Although he had not slept in hours, he was not tired. Not even the lull of the waves was not enough to send this restless man off into sleep.
Giving a soft sigh, he looked down upon the sleeping redhead in his arms. The boy was younger than himself, yet, he found himself madly in love with him.
The colorful fleece blanket that encircled both boys was a blend of red and blue. It gave off comforting warmth. Suddenly, Satoshi's mind was flooded with memories of when the redhead had given it to him. It had been on his 20th birthday, just three years ago.
Daisuke had designed and made the whole thing himself. It represented himself and Daisuke. Blue and red. Fire and ice. There had always been a sufficient difference between the two of them, but instead of making things more difficult, it was easier.
It was as though the two were filling in for everything the other didn't have. Their personalities and mannerisms were the same way. Their eating habits clashed as well.
Letting his thoughts drift away, he realized that Daisuke was shivering in his arms. Pulling him closer, Satoshi reached into his pocket and withdrew a box. The box was made with red and blue satin.
The colors mixed just like the blanket. Satoshi smiled as he remembered the adorable redhead handing him the package and urging him to open it. It had been for his birthday. Today was the redhead's birthday.
Satoshi began to absent mindedly stroke Daisuke's hair, and the boy snuggled up against him even more. Leaning over, he got a good wiff of the other's hair. Strawberries. He smelled like strawberries and tasted like vanilla.
A feeling went down his spine, and even farther down. A throbbing started, but he ignored it. Still holding the box in his hand, he decided to open it. When the lid flipped up, there it revealed a shining golden ring. The engravement said: satoshi and daisuke for all for eternity. Smiling, he flipped the lid back down, and stuffed the box back into his pocket.
Hours later, the shivering redhead awoke as a blast of cold air ran across the open meadow. Looking around at the desolate land with only its rolling hills for company, he wondered why he was outside.
Then he remembered, and blushed as red as the strawberries he smelled like. Getting up, he decided to go inside and find out what Satoshi was up to.
When he got to the house, Daisuke found nothing but a note that said:
Dear Daisuke,
I am sorry, but I am very busy today. I left your breakfast in the microwave, and I left out extra snacks for later. Meet me at the olive garden for supper tonight. I'm sorry again.
Love,
Satoshi
Daisuke had never felt so forgotten in his life. He felt like crying. How had Satoshi forgotten about his birthday? And what was with the olive garden? Wasn't that like a sort of nice place? What would go on there?
Not for his birthday, because it was obvious that Satoshi had forgotten about that. Maybe something more serious was going on. What could it be though? Maybe Satoshi's father or boss was meeting them there. No, Satoshi would have mentioned that. Maybe… just then it dawned on him. Tears welled up in his cranberry colored eyes. That had to be it. What else could it be?
