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Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is extra short, sorry.

Warning: This story will be a range of anywhere between two affectionate male friends to yaoi (Explicit sex between two males). So if you don't like male that cry and hug and enjoy cuddle than I suggest you do not read this fic. In this story the fate of Hikari and Niwa is a grand secret of mine. Although I believe if you are one to enjoy affectionate male friends or full blown out yaoi regardless I believe you will enjoy this story.

Happy Reading!

-Na

The Art of Our Blood

Chaputa-ku

Niwa Daisuke had made a mistake. When he had first made the mistake, a whole semester ago; it had seemed like a great idea and far from the mistake it turned out to be. He was a two dimensional artist. It was just who he was he could make a drawing or a painting jump off the paper and appear three-dimensional. And he did have to take the class, it was required. So he signed up for Introduction to Sculpture. But he hadn't stopped there, oh no! He decided to get the math and science credit out of the way with Statistics. And that was his mistake.

Alone the classes would have been fine. Together they wreaked havoc on Daisuke's nerves and patients. He was never good at maths and he was cursing the fact that the end of the semester project always seemed to involve live nude models.

So there they sat Daisuke and Satoshi as they had every night for the last week. A Statistics Book clutched in Satoshi's hand as he sprawled naked in a kitchen chair and Daisuke seated not too far away behind a bit of clay that he was moulding.

Satoshi would ask questions quizzing Daisuke on the material for the upcoming final while Daisuke would do his best to answer the questions correctly and sculpt the curvature of the slight tilt in Hiwatari's neck as he glanced down at the book.

It was slow work, tiring work; for both the involved parties. There was painter's tape on the floor and on the chair and on the table marking the placement of Satoshi's body so that they could go about their days and at night return to the same place. Daisuke was concentrating too much and got tired quickly, while Satoshi felt the aches and sores in his body as he tried to only move his mouth to ask the statistics questions.

On occasion the stress would get to Daisuke and Satoshi would drop the book, and stride towards the shorter only to wrap him in a loose embrace, kiss his forehead and whisper encouragements; which, usually ended with Daisuke laughing and Satoshi getting back into his position.

They had been dating for the whole of the last semester and not too much had changed in their relationship. This was due mainly to the fact that both of the boys were insanely busy and when they did have time together they were too tired to do more than a massage and fleeting kisses. To any onlooker nothing had changed but Daisuke saw it and hoped that Satoshi felt it—the healthier glow in his cheeks.

The redhead took a step back from his sculpture and looked between his roommate and the clay. It was almost right, the tiredness the seemed to seep out of Satoshi was not apparent in the sculpture. He also felt that the angle of one of Satoshi's feet was off but couldn't quite see how.

The blunette asked a question the words barely penetrating the fog of Daisuke's concentration. The redhead's mouth opened and the answer spilled forth. Daisuke then realised that Satoshi had spoken and he said (this time more conscious of his words), "Satoshi I cannot answer any more questions right now, I'm trying to figure out what is wrong with this sculpture!"

Satoshi starts to laugh and that makes Daisuke look up at his friend. All of the stress and the frustration of the upcoming end of the semester boiled up in the undergraduate and he feels that his face has turned as red as his hair.

He stepped away from his work and towards the laughing figure. "This is not funny! The Statistics exam is tomorrow and the sculpture is due the day after tomorrow after we have the in-class portion of the exam!"

"Calm yourself, there is nothing wrong with your work none of it," replied Satoshi.

The Niwa got really close to his friend raging mad. "I know the teacher will be able to see the mistakes I made with the feet and you know me I don't know maths even when they are supposed to be the simplest of sorts."

"You've answered every one of the questions correct tonight, and I've seen your book work it is perfect," simply answered the police commander.

The anger and stress seemed to hit a peak. "I've answered—" then it all drained out of Daisuke and the redhead was suddenly tired and aware of the way he acted, embarrassed a bit he lowered his eyes, "really?"

"Really," chuckles Satoshi. He doesn't have far to go but Daisuke somehow launches himself at his roommate pulling him into a big bone crushing hug; seeming to forget that Satoshi was naked and that he may be able to actually crush his bones if he wasn't careful.

The artist then took a step back, his eyes wide with shock and worry. "But what will I do on the exam tomorrow? I didn't even realise I was answering the questions?"

A new panic seemed to rise in the undergraduate. But Satoshi quelled it with a swift kiss, lingering and firm but not lasting. He then placed a kiss on Daisuke's nose followed by his forehead and then he smiled looking down at his friend—his love. "Think of my feet and how best to fix them tomorrow after your exam."

It takes a second for Daisuke to process the taller's words but when he does he grins wide and lifts up so that he can seal his lips to the other. Up and to that point the only real change in their lives had been the fleeting kisses and lingering looks that they gave the other. The two separated after a second and the redhead pushed the other gently back into the kitchen chair so that he could have the height advantage. Niwa leaned over and smiled. "I'll be all right?"

"You'll be perfect, as in everything," replied Satoshi between pecks and smiles.

"Shouldn't go to sleep stressed," added Daisuke with a grin as he settled himself gently on the other's lap and slotted his mouth over the blunette's. This kiss was new, less innocent then the kisses shared before, and they both knew it. They opened their mouths to the thorough exploration of the other.

And as Satoshi said Daisuke was perfect. But he was done with Statistics and Sculpture.

Author's Note: Yeah, a bit of a filler chapter.

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- Na