Gravity: Hello again. I'm sorry that I took so long! Enjoy, and I don't own this.

Piko was out in the forest. He was all alone. Or so he thought. A blast echoed throughout the woods and Piko jumped. Hurrying to the site of the explosion, Piko thought about the things that could have happened.

~A meteor hit~

~An explosion from a bomb~

~A volcano~

~A scientist screwed up~

In the middle of the crater sat a muddy wizard. Piko fell over laughing. It was obvious that this Wizard was the cause of the explosion.

"ha ha ha, w-what ha-p-pened?" Piko could stand it, he was collapsed on the ground literally shaking in laughter.

"If you are blind enough not to see then maybe I'll tell you." The wizard was angry. Finally standing up, Piko; though still grinning; asked quietly.

"What happened and what's your name?"

"Wipe the smirk off your face and I'll tell you." Piko nodded and the smirk disappeared.

"That's better. I'm Oliver. I'm a wizard, but I'm not a very good one..."

Piko grinned again, "I can see that." Oliver snarled, hissing at him to shut up before he was tempted to remove that mouth of his permanently. Piko got the gist and closed his big mouth and thought a little before opening it again.

"What were you trying to do?" Oliver sighed, he could tell that Piko was trying the change the subject, but he did appreciate it.

"I was trying to summon a Demon Dog. But it didn't work. The spell exploded in my face. Oh well better luck next time! Right?"

"I suppose..." Piko muttered. This Wizard was strangely optimistic... but why? Boy, he did not understand this man. A strange thought passed through his head, Piko quickly shook it off, but it was a little too late, for a pale pink blush had risen into his cheeks. At least it was invisible to the Wizard... At least Piko hoped so.

Oliver grinned, he could see the blush that crept across Piko's face. It was kind of cute. Before he could stop himself, Oliver found himself moving forward to talk a little more with Piko.

Gently he touched their lips together. Oliver saw Piko's eyes open wider, but he didn't care. Within a few moments, both of them were naked and Oliver was thrusting deep inside of Piko, while Piko was writing on the ground beneath him.

After a few hours, both of them fell asleep... They were exhausted.

Oliver woke up. He was a little tired, he could see Piko down in the lake bathing. Quietly, Oliver moved down to the water and slid into it. It felt nice, warm, almost like it was washing his woes away. Piko glanced up and saw him, quickly he waded over and soon they were chatting away.

Kaito stood at the top of a hill. He had gone out on a walk after he finished throwing his hissy fit. In the pond below, Piko was bathing with another young man. Scars were evident on his body meaning that either he had fought a lot of battles or he was not a very good Wizard. Kaito decided on the latter. Those scars spoke of magic gone wrong usually ending up with a big explosion. However, Piko looked happy to be by him, like he was enjoying himself. A smile danced across his face for a few seconds. Piko was usually so hard faced and cold. He never seemed to smile when he was around Kaito, so this change of face was a nice thing.

With a small puff of smoke, Kaito disappeared and turned into a eagle. He flew high up into the air, high enough that he swore that he could touch the highest clouds in the world. He flew even higher, loving the feeling of having his breath snatched away as he let himself go into a dive. Twenty feet from the ground, he pulled up, swirling into the sky once again. Unfortunately, Kaito was so into his flying, he never noticed when he ran out of magic. His form shimmered and returned to 'human' as he plummeted through the air. He swore that he saw his entire life flash in front of his eyes. His eyes closed to shut out the sight of the air rushing around him. Gritting his teeth, Kaito prepared to hit the ground.

Soft arms gently caught him. Who? He did not know, for right now, it was almost a dream. Was he still alive? He did not know. Nor did he dare to open his eyes for he feared that he would be lying on the ground, blood spilling out around him... the imagination, his imagination was running wild.