Chapter 3: I'll Never Let You Drown

((Quick Author's Note: The Author begs for the readers infinite mercy for he has neglected this fic because all inspiration suddenly jumped out of my brain and ran away like crazy sugar high bunnies. So the story totally collapsed and I had to re-do it all in my head. As compensation for a long wait there will be some Dem-x-Isa in dis chappie!))

When Dyme had said hard work Isa had had no clue that meant Dyme was going to show up at 3 AM, banging on the door and yelling for him to get up.

"Isa, come on, its time for your lessons. Get up" He herd Dyme yelling all the way outside. If he didn't do something to shut Dyme up he was going to wake the whole neighborhood.

Isa opened the window and hissed, "I'm up. What do you want." Isa was, understandably, irritated.

"What's wrong with you?" Dyme asked, not understanding why Isa was upset. Of course this was normal for Dyme, he had no idea it wasn't for Isa.

"I'm sure you quite thoroughly understand why I am irate you bastard" Isa snapped, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Isa saw Dyme's confusion and sighed. "I'll be out in a minute," he snapped, slamming the window closed.

…

by approximately 3:27 AM Dyme and Isa were already down at the docks in their swim trunks.

"Alright. Your first lesson is just getting in the damn water, okay? Can you do that?" Dyme asked, grinning foolishly.

Isa snarled at him then walked to the edge of the dock, staring down into the black abyss that was about to devour him. He shuttered then felt something gently nudge him. He stepped back then felt something gently tackle him into the water. His first reaction was to yelp and splash and try to get away, but then Dyme placed a hand on Isa shoulder and whispered in his ear "Isa, try to stand up."

To his eternal embarrassment Isa found he was able to stand, though the water cam up to his chin.

"Alright, good. See, you're already doing great Isa. The first step is getting in the water. Now see if you can follow me out to slightly deeper water okay. Do you at least know how to doggie style?"

"I believe what you mean is doggie paddle" Isa snapped and made a poor attempt to swim after Dyme. Once he couldn't feel the sand anymore he panicked. Although the only thing he had to worry about were the gentle wakes and maybe an occasional minnow nibbling at him.

"Come on Isa. You can't learn how to swim unless you get in deep. You don't swim standing up ya know." Dyme paddled out farther and Isa reluctantly paddled slowly behind, much like a dog.

Dyme finally coaxed Isa out to where the water was at the very least thirteen feet. "Alright Isa. The next step is holding your breath. Do you know how to?"

"Do I look like an imbecile?"

"Is that rhetorical?"

"Yes" Isa said icily. "And yes I can hold my breath."

"good, now hold your breath and go under the water and try to stay under long as you can, kay?" Dyme smiled. Isa exasperatingly wanted to punch him, but he had agreed to this, so it was his fault, not Dyme's.

So Isa took a deep breath and dove under the water. He immediately panicked and resurfaced, gasping for air. "I'm gonna drown" he said alarmed and quickly began paddling for shore.

"No, Isa, get back here! Come on. If you're scared I'll help you. If I thought you were gonna give up on me I wouldn't have bothered. Come on, Isa never gives up!"

Isa sighed and then paddled back over to Dyme, reluctant to continue. Fine, he'd finish this lesson, but only because Dyme had asked him to. Then he wouldn't do anymore.

"Good boy" Dyme teased, patting Isa on the head. He laughed and Isa splashed him, sending water down his throat and up his nose. He coughed and sputtered and dove under the water for a minute before resurfacing and spitting the water out. "Hey! What was that for. I was just kidding around" Dyme whined. Isa grinned and then Dyme laughed, not being the type to stay angry for more than a millisecond at a time.

"Alright now we're gonna try again, take my hand and I'll go under with you to make sure you don't drown, okay?" Isa looked as is he wasn't sure then Dyme whispered, in a voice devoid of any of his usual friendly demeanor " I won't let you drown." Isa felt a chill run down his spine. There was something eerie about the way Dyme had said it. It almost sounded lustful. 'Yeah right. Dyme is not gay, and neither am I' Isa thought bitterly. He was still reluctant to grab the other boy's hand though.

"Ready?" Dyme asked, back to his usually, annoyingly upbeat ways. Take a deep breath and…" Dyme sucked in a lungful of air and dove under the water, Isa following less than a moment later.

Isa waited for maybe ten seconds before he resurfaced. He took a deep breath, a rare smile lighting his face. Dyme resurfaced a moment later, also smiling. Isa noticed Dyme almost looked like he was blushing. A few dirty thoughts managed to slink into his head. 'Great. Now that's all I'm going to think about all day' he whined internally. He knew very well that Dyme was not gay. And he knew very well that he was not gay. So why did he feel so awkward. Maybe it was the water.

"You did it! That was totally awesome Isa! You did it!" Dyme cried happily. He slapped Isa on the back then said " now you wanna try it without my help." Isa felt like he was king of the world. He nodded and then dove under proudly, vanishing under the cover of dark blue water. Dyme waited for about 15 seconds. When Isa didn't return he dove under. Isa had actually dove down under the water and was currently paddling for his life to get back to the surface. Dyme dove under after him and saw Isa looked a bit stressed. 'What an idiot! He should have stayed near the surface!' Dyme thought angrily. Isa needed air, fast. Dyme placed his lips against Isa and then forced air into his limp frame. Isa seemed shocked and then managed to claw his way to the surface.

The both resurfaced, gasping for air. Then Dyme chided Isa " You shouldn't have dove so far down without knowing how to swim properly Isa. You will drown that way." Dyme frowned, not happy about reprimanding his friend. He wasn't the type to enjoy discipline. He felt sorry when he saw Isa frown. " …but you did a good job to day no the less. A huge improvement over 'I can't swim'. So will I see you tomorrow?" Isa looked at Dyme then nodded.

Isa had no idea why he was agreeing to come out again the next morning. He hated the water. And he hated swimming. He paddled back towards the land, Dyme not far behind him. He felt…strange. Some kinda weird feeling had settled over him a few moments ago, when he had kissed Dyme. NO! Not kiss. It was mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Isa was drowning. It wasn't sexual in anyway. Or at least he kept telling himself that anyway.

If that was the case though, why did he feel so strange…?

((Author's note: yeah I know it wasn't really that Sai-x-Dem-ish yet. It'll get there. That's just your first dosage . I promises I'll try to update this one more often from now on. Pinky swear it. Next chapter will have a bit more in it though. Hopefully longer too. Sorry that this one isn't the longest chapter ever :(. Please read and review and the next one will be lots longer.))