Disclaimer: Don't own Argento Soma

A/N: I've improve din my writing by A LOT so whoopee ^_^. Anyway I've neglected this long enough so I going to need my crutch (websites help O_O;) and well here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Five
Hiding

Dan shifted in his sleep. He was so tired lately! And the dreams kept coming back ever since he had nodded off right in the room when Ryu came by. Rolling over once more he let his feet dangle over the side, allowing the crisp air to cool them down. The hot weather had been murderous lately too. All the teammates were quite cranky, with long shifts in such ungodly heat.

Yet Dan was, well Dan Simmons. The usual member that threw insults and was just as grumpy. But tonight, it was the opposite. 'Why do I feel so cold?' it wasn't the chilly air seeping under the covers, nor was it the sheets that covered his body. Then again, the sheets were slightly soaked from the sweat of the muggy air. Lifting his body up he sat comfortably on his bed, crossing his legs heaving a sigh.

Lifting his arms he did some light stretching, real basic movements. A few cracks and pops later the blonde pilot began to get bored, not only that but he wasn't tired at all. Scratching his head Dan pondered what to do. Hopefully Ryu Soma wasn't up, and knowing the others the only person that *would* be up would be the commander. "Ugh, I hate these nights" the blonde grumbled a series of curses following his statement, trying to reassure himself it would only be one night.

Ha, just like the dream he had last night, and the night before.

Biting his lip out of habit Dan quickly grabbed a pair of loose fitting pants and slipped them on. Buttoning them in a hurry Dan grabbed a random shirt, discarded on the floor. I mean, he was only going out for an hour or so to wear himself out. How bad could it be wearing the same shirt for two days straight?

Slipping the shoes on with equal swiftness the British pilot walked out into the hallway, wondering what to do. 'The commander? No, she might be working...Frank? No, people might wonder what I'm doing. Ryu is out of the question!' his thoughts bounced back and forth and grudgingly he let his feet take him to an unknown destination. The usual light feet made loud clanks against the floor. Fear overwhelmed him that he might wake up Hattie, or worse Sue. She threw the biggest temper tantrum when woken up.

With a bowed head, and blood shot eyes Dan inputted the code to enter the room that held all the target practice equipment. What better way to waste of time and energy, perfect for him to improve too. The door slid past his face allowing him access to enter. An air-conditioned breeze hit his body, refreshing though it was already quite cold.

Dan's pale blue eyes scanned the room, already something looked quite suspicious. Although nothing really looked out of the ordinary, Ryu Soma was always snooping around in places, which should have been left alone. 'Why the nerve of him!' the blonde fumed silently as he took quieter steps, eager to find out who was in the room at such a late time.

A sound alerted him. Typing it seemed. Dan huffed, managing not to break the silence as he did so. Passing various equipment as he followed the sound. Often he heard a harsh tap, then more light ones as if, someone was writing. Could it be an intruder? No, the base was easily guarded well enough but there was always a possibility of a spy amongst the group. Dan didn't have any weapons but he was well trained for hand-to-hand combat. Which was good enough defense for him.

Hiding behind a bunch of boxes the British pilot sat, unmoved should he accidentally touch one of the boxes and tip the whole stack over. Crouching, Dan followed the noise able to see the computer screen. The white window of the computer reflected several opened files were indeed being used. Straining his eye the pilot could scarcely pick out one of them, a pop up that had...

'My Bio!?' that's it. With a scowl Dan rose from the crouched position and began to walk to the figure, no longer caring whom it was. How dare they enter his personal information! Cracking one of his knuckles the rather snobby man stopped short, directly behind the figure. It wasn't hard to know who was sitting in the chair in front of him. There was no one else with half white hair and the rest brown in the whole entire base. Dan doubted there ever would unless Sue dyed her hair, which wasn't something he could ever hope for.

"Ryu Soma" Dan spoke the name with ill, hoping that the pilot would so at least some emotion to make up for the stillness that had followed since Dan had left the room. "What are you doing here? Hacking again?" Sarcasm was evident. Certainly it wasn't the first time that the British man had found the white-brown haired pilot looking up things. It seemed to be every night.

The only sure response was a turned head, the red and blue eyes staring straight at the blonde daring him to continue staying "I was looking up something" Ryu grunted, returning to the screen.

Infuriated Dan placed a hand on the solid desk. Challenging Ryu with a heated glare. Why did this member of FUNERAL have to be such a stuck up!

"Looking up my bio is something huh?"

A moment passed before an unenthusiastic answer came "yes" it was flat, holding no emotion as usual.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Dan angrily retorted. His eyes were glued to Ryu only, and Ryu was glued to the screen. 'Why doesn't he turn and face me like a man!' angry thoughts flowed through his mind before he took hold of the reincarnated pilot and turned him around.

This also provided a better look at his face. A pale sad face with one confidant eye, blue like the shallow waters of a beach holding secrets behind it. And a red eye, lonely like hell, showing pain and sadness. Twisted behind the barrier, shadowing the truth from Dan's eyes.

It left the British pilot stunned. And yet the other pilot saw nothing wrong with anything and merely glared, demanding the reason of ruining his sudden objective. "...Leave me alone" cold like a glacier, Ryu turned back around. Swinging the chair back to the computer, returning to his work.

Dan Simmons seemed to be always beaten by this other inferior male! Acting like the top of the notch guy, great at everything. 'Everything that is rightfully mine!' angry thoughts plowed into Dan's mind. A wicked idea came around. An idea that might make Dan look bad but what else could go wrong? He already was the second best in strategy and fighting with the Zargs. Beaten in a simple game by Ryu. Dan was quickly replaced.

By a rookie no less!

Grasping the chair once more the British pilot turned it back around glowering heatedly before dipping his head down, closing his eyes briefly. What was he himself doing? Perhaps if he scared the pilot maybe he'd get some respect back. Sure he got it, but he wanted to be number one again. No matter what it took.

Dan's lips touched Ryu's and for a moment Dan had thought the other went into shock, but soon the kiss was returned. Not passionately but just returned. Did Ryu Soma not mind? 'At least it got him off the chair' the blonde dryly thought as the slipping of a chair was sounded. With the chair discarded, skidding across the floor. The kiss was easily turned rougher. The room began to grow hotter at each passing second, becoming like a hot spring.

"Ryu!" was the only thing exiting Dan's mouth as his bottom lip was bitten allowing the tongue to slip into his mouth. Exploring like a sheltered animal would do to a cave. And yet, Dan didn't see anything wrong with it. Was this what he wanted?

Maybe some dreams can come true. And maybe some are hiding.

All to quickly though the kiss was broken, the Minty taste from Ryu's mouth was gone. And with it. The ability to speak. That was until...

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dan instantly shouted "You weren't suppose to respond back!"

"I did what seemed fitting"

A simple shrug and Ryu Soma was gone.

A smile on his face. ~~~~~~~

A/N: The next chapter. I know the kiss so early doesn't make sense but Ryu looks like he wants to be laid. I mean you see him with Mr. X, and around teammates and blah. My poor excuse for not updating for so long. Why'd I name it Hiding? Because it' their feelings. Their desires and they hide even when it's plainly obvious. But whatever, review please!