Disclaimer: Ido not own D. N. Angel

Warning: this is a story of a shonen-ai relationships

Memory assignment

Young Satoshi sat on the back steps of his fenced yard, picking away at the red rose bushes. He counted the scarlet petals fall. "One, two, three, four, five…" They felt soft on his fingers. Every once in while he would stop counting and press one of the petals to his cheek feeling its smooth texture on his face It was the second week of summer. Satoshi could hear kids yelling and giggling happy on the other side of the high boarded fence. His parents never let him leave the house his only outdoors was playing in the empty garden. Yet there where no kids his age in the garden just flowers. Such pretty flowers. He hated the white ones. Especially the white roses, Which was his mother's favorite. He would watch her fret over her white roses for hours.

Satoshi stop picking at the flowers when a bight red head pushed open the unlocked gate and slipped in side. He was about the same age as Satoshi but he was smaller than him. His cherry red eyes scanned the garden as he ran and hid himself away under one of the nearby plants. Satoshi walked over and found him then asked "What are you doing?"

With one hand the boy put a finger to his lips and whispered "shhh" using the other hand he unexpectedly grabbed Satoshi's arm and gently pulled him down into the bush " I'm hiding"

Satoshi would of got up at once if he where not so entrance by his crimson eyes so he asked in stead "Form what?"

Before the boy could answer they heard a group of boys running by yelling loudly "Where did he go!"

"I think I saw him go that way"

"Well then lets go!"

"Yah' the boy's battled cried as there racing steps faded away.

The red head and Satoshi locked eyes once more "Them"

"Why where they looking for you?"

"I cause I didn't want to get the ball I wasn't even playing with them in the first place." the trespasser explain.

"Well there gone now you can go out now" Satoshi stood up waiting for the other to leave.

The boy stay put and asked "Are you always here?"

"Yes"

"I've never seen you around with the other kids"

"Cause I'm not allowed to leave my house I have to study a lot."

"Study?"

"You know reading, writing, math" Satoshi had no reason why he was telling the other boy his age this but he couldn't stop the words. Maybe he longed to talk to some one his own age.

"I know how to count to ten!"

"I know how to multiply ten"

"Multiply?"

"Never mind aren't you going to leave and go play?"

The boy ignored what he said and asked "So you never leave? Do your friends come over to play?"

"No, I have no friends" why did that hurt to say out loud?

The boy jumped up and garb his arm "I'll be your friend!"

"What?"

"I'll be your friend! I could come over and play with you. I could sneak in by the fence and we could play together!"

"I don't think my parents would like that"

"Well be secret about it like kitty cats!"

Satoshi tried to figure out how 'kitty cats' where secretive, and why was this trespasser wanted to be his friend so badly. The kids in his class always called him mean. No one ever wanted to play with him nor let alone be his friend. He always thought friends where not needed. All he needed was his books and his garden to play in and he would be fine.

But he liked talking with this red head and he liked the idea that someone would play with him. It was a new and strange feeling. But he liked it and didn't want it to go way.

He caved in to the boy "Ok but if they find out we'll be in trouble."

The boy hugged Satoshi "They won't I promise! You'll see where going to have so much fun!" Satoshi hated hugs and would of pushed the other boy away. Form him they felt good. He felt warm and safe it was hard to describe it was nothing his father would give him. He let the warmth of the other boy sweep over him. Some where Satoshi just knew that the red words where true. The red head let go of him "Hey what's your name anyways?"

"Satoshi Hiwatari and you?"

"Daisuke Niwa!"

Satoshi was snapped out of his reminiscing by Brenda's moaning "Why the hell am I even in this class?. I can't even draw!"

"The same reason that I'm in Drama" he replied.

"Oh well your good at both acting and painting I suck. How about you do it for me?"

"No I still need to figure out what I'm going to paint."

With that Brenda went back too mixing her colors trying to make a dark shade of brownish orange. The fifteen year old student once again read the assignment. Paint a happy memory in either water color, acrylic, or oil. On 12 by 10 canvas or water color palette.

He thought back to a few seconds ago. Why did that memory come up? It's was so long ago. Well it was one of the few memories that he had that wasn't dark and evil. Daisuke Niwa. His first friend and what he had come to as his first love. That summer was the best three weeks of his life. Yes those three short weeks that where pleasant yet tragic. His mind wander off back to his earlier years in till it stopped on one particular one. Maybe he would do that.

Minwind: yes I bought back Brenda I like her charter so much she had to come in this fanfic as well lol.