Title: Lusting For Fake Fantasies
Pairing: Daisuke/Satoshi
Theme: #4: Our Distance And That Person

"Happy St. White's Day, Hiwatari-kun! There was something you wanted to give me?" The redheaded boy looked up cheerfully at the Hiwatari, who was as cold and calculating as ever. He nodded slowly and watched the Niwa finger something in his hand. A long white ribbon grazed his fingertips every now and then, and Satoshi could only wish and dream that it had been for him.

"Yes, Niwa-kun." Satoshi stood there, looking down at him with nothing more than acknowledgement of the boy standing before him. He dug his hand deep into his pocket to fish around for something while his stomach felt as though it was emptying all its contents onto the floor.

"I wanted," Satoshi began, "to give you thi-"

"Niwa-kun!"

Satoshi's eyes jerked up as he watched Riku Harada come rushing over to the Niwa boy, waving her hand about in a manner that didn't suit her usual appearance.

"R-Riku-chan, what is it?"

The Niwa turned around to face her completely, as if Satoshi had not just been trying to give him something rather important.

"Niwa-kun, I wanted to give you something."

Satoshi's stomach lunged. He watched as Riku pulled him fervently by the hand away from Hiwatari and watched with desperate eyes as Daisuke called to him, "Don't worry Satoshi, I'll be there in just a mome-"

Before he could finish the sentence the red tuft of hair vanished behind a corner, and there was nothing left to prove that the Niwa had even followed Satoshi to one of the more deserted parts of the school. The cerulean haired boy stood there, eyes staring at the corner that Daisuke had been so rudely pulled around. He fiddled with something in his pocket and then pulled it out, staring long and hard at the long white ribbon between his fingers.

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"Ah! Hiwatari-kun, I'm sorry, Riku-chan wanted to give me a…"

His face turned a light shade of red as he fingered a white ribbon that hung loosely on his wrist tied into a perfect bow.

"Where is your ribbon, Niwa-kun?" Satoshi stared at the decoration for only a few seconds before looking up to find Daisuke's face now scarlet.

"Oh, well you see, after she gave me her ribbon, I gave her mine. I guess it turned out, we both liked each other!"

Damn him. Damn him with that innocent look on his face, and his ruffled hair, and disheveled and embarrassed look. Why did he have to be so damn innocent? Why did he have to make Satoshi's icy heart feel like it was slowly being melted? If he had been any different, just a bit more of hate , and despair, and sadness, then-

"Satoshi?"

Satoshi's eyes jerked up from his notepad which he had been gazing at without any thoughts of writing anything down. Did he, Daisuke Niwa, just call Satoshi by his first name?

"You said you wanted to give me…something?" Daisuke's brow furrowed in confusion, amber eyes distraught with the fact that Satoshi seemed so spaced out. Damn him. Damn him and those eyes!

"No. I don't think you'll want it. Niwa." Satoshi clipped his notebook shut and stuffed it neatly into his front shirt pocket. He began to gather his things, paying no attention to Daisuke who had drawn back from the solitary sound of just his last name.

"Satoshi? Is something wr-"

"Damn you!" Satoshi spun around, his hands finding their way to the Niwa's wrist and pinning him to the nearest wall.

"Why can't you just stop caring? Why can't you just make it so much easier on me? Why? Why the hell do you have to be so…so…kind." He said the last word as if it were some forbidden term, like a child trying an offensive phrase, or word that would earn them a slap on the wrist and soap in their mouths. He drew back quickly from the boy as the sweet smell of him, the taste of his sweat, made Satoshi's skin tingle and his eyes water ever so slightly. Something in the back of the boy's mind prickled, and he backed away even more when he felt his entity arousing himself.

"H-Hiwa-tari-"

"Just…Leave. Here."

Satoshi thrust something into the boy's hand and then spun around, grabbing his materials and hurriedly stuffing them into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and looked once more at Daisuke. His fist was still clenched over something he had yet to look at.

"It doesn't even matter," Satoshi choked out. Daisuke looked at him worriedly, and the opened his fist. His skin drained of it's usual blissful color and he looked back up at Satoshi.

"I-I…Hiwatari-kun…I mean I'm sorry, but I can't-"

"Just be quiet, Niwa," the older boy snapped and spun on his heel. "I don't want to hear what I know you'll say."

He was out the door in a mere second, leaving the confused boy alone in the empty classroom. Outside Satoshi's shoes pounded against the pavement fiercely, snow kicking up behind him. His eyes were cut into thin slits of blue, landscapes of endless ice.

It made his eyes sting, his mouth become dry and parched, his neck burn red; when he saw them together. The Harada leaning off of him like some canine, and Niwa just laughing happily as he radiated joy. The small glances they would share in class, and the soft and chaste kisses with a passing in the hall. Even as far as finding Niwa slightly sweaty, smelling sweet like a woman's perfume, his lips bruised red. It made Satoshi want to gaze away in hopes of forgetting what he had seen. There was always Niwa though, always so close, always so damn close and right there...but he was never close enough. Not close like Satoshi wanted him to be.

"We're friends," he'd say, smile, and offer Satoshi his lunch. Yet all Satoshi could do was shake his head and turn away, telling the other in a silent language they had created, that they could never be friends. It was obvious logic, why this couldn't be so, but Niwa never understood.

It was because there was a fine line between friendship and love—one would never pull close to a friend, never watch a friend with lax eyes and imagine forbidden fantasies, you wouldn't breath and taste the scent of a friend, nor would you kiss a friend so deeply that it would leave a pair panting and lusting for more. That was what Satoshi wanted, yet couldn't have. If Niwa wanted to be friends, he best look for another candidate. They couldn't be friends, because Satoshi would always think of Niwa as more than a friend.

A real friend would love another, but not the way Satoshi wanted to. A real friend would comfort another, but not the way Satoshi craved to. A real friend would always be close...but never close enough.

Niwa was always so close. So damn close. Yet, for Satoshi, it was like a dizzying vortex. With Niwa calling out to him, but his voice fading, image fading, and Niwa just didn't feel so close anymore.

Ummm. Yeah. I felt good about this one at first, then...eh. What is in italics was written a long time ago, and I hooked into onto this to try and enforce what's not in italics. Enjoy? I'm not really liking Satoshi's attitude here, but, eh. This is such a random note, but when talking with my friend, she pointed out that this: Daisuke. Cough. My other friend corrected her, though. I used to say "Day-suke" but it's "Die-skay". Anyone else know this? Just as in Naruto it's not "Sa-suke" it's "Sas-kay".