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Push me, Satoshi

He exited the police station. Being done with his work, he was looking forward to a peaceful night at home.

Today, however, he would not be so lucky.

As he made his way down the boulevard, he realized that he was heading in the opposite direction of his pre-determined destination. He had been in such deep thought that his feet led him down a path that he often crossed. It wasn't until his alter ego spoke, that he fully recognized the path his feet were taking.

You're going to his house... His alter ego told him with venom. In that instant, he knew exactly where he was, but not why he was there. Why had his feet led him here? Did he subconsciously want to see him? It was possible, he often followed him in his spare time. Today, however, the thought hadn't entered his head.

He felt a strong pull towards his house, but ignored it. When he had turned he noticed a tuft of crimson hair in his peripheral vision. No... he didn't need this... not today...

So, without a backward glance, he continued walking on, indifferent of the calls from behind him.

Or he would have continued, without a backward glance, if he hadn't obstructed his path. Calling his name with the voice that he adored. Because of this he turned around once more and smoothly began to walk away.

"Satoshi!" he called. He, who was now known as Satoshi, could hear his feet pattering behind him, trying to keep up as Satoshi quickened his pace.

"Satoshi!" he called once more. The desire to turn and submit to his longing was becoming strong, but his protective will was stronger.

"Satoshi!" he called a final time. Despite Satoshi's iron will, he caved and turned around to meet a flustered red-haired boy.

"Daisuke," he said and nodded, maintaining the cool indifference he was famous for.

Daisuke was bent over, hands on his legs, and breathing heavily. He was cute when he was flustered, Satoshi observed. All the while his alter-ego screamed at him to turn and walk away.

Daisuke soon regained his breath, much to Satoshi's dismay, and pulled himself up to face Satoshi. He soon became absorbed in his cute red eyes, but hid it well.

"Why didn't you stop, Satoshi?" he asked, confused. His face wasn't too different, but it had the subtle changes of cute confusion that Satoshi adored.

"I had somewhere to go," he lied coolly. He was heading home, but there was no need to hurry there. Daisuke's face dropped, from happy to sad, barely, but it was plenty enough for Satoshi to notice.

He frowned, "Oh."

As much as he admired Daisuke, he wanted to hurry this up, "What did you need?"

His face lit up and he smiled again, "I was wondering if you'd go to the park with me, Satoshi."

Satoshi was hopeful, but it didn't last long. His alter-ego quickly erased that hope by thoughts of his own. "Not Risa or Riku?"

Daisuke seemed hurt. "No, they have practice today. Besides," he said, smiling coyly, "I wanted to go with you."

Satoshi's heart soared, "Alright, I'll go"

Daisuke pulled on Satoshi's hand and began to lead him in the direction of the park. "Come on, Satoshi!" he called.

After a half hour at the park, Satoshi wished he hadn't come. He had slipped and fallen in the fountain, an annoying girl had thrown her ice cream cone at him, he had stepped in gum, and to top it all of, bird poop had landed on his shoe.

He was about to suggest leaving when Daisuke said, "Come on Satoshi. Let's swing!"

Daisuke moved to tug him again, but Satoshi interjected, "You go swing. I'll just watch, okay?"

He seemed disappointed but then ran over to an old rusty swing. While watching Daisuke swing, from his comfortable position leaning against the pole, he noted that it didn't look very stable. In fact, it looked positively condemned, with rust and such. Nevertheless, he watched as he promised.

And as he was watching, he noticed, not for the first time, how radiant Daisuke looked. He was simply angelic, overflowing with innocence and beauty. He had been lost in admiration when Daisuke's voice brought him back to reality.

"Satoshi, will you push me?" he asked him.

He was surprised, to say the least. "Eh, what do you mean Daisuke?"

He smiled, "Push me, Satoshi." Daisuke, who before had been swinging rather high, came to a stop and waited expectantly. Satoshi couldn't really say no to him, so he didn't really have a choice.

He walked over to Daisuke and, placing his hands on Daisuke's back, gave him a firm push. Satoshi moved backwards some, to avoid not being hit, but as Daisuke began to swing backwards he pushed again.

Push...

Shining red eyes

Push...

Smiling face

Push...

CRACK!

Just before Daisuke had reached his maximum swing height, the supports collapsed causing him to fly in the air. In the chaos, Satoshi panicked, and ran after Daisuke's flying form.

He didn't travel far, and Satoshi thrust his arms up and out to catch Daisuke. A red-haired bundle fell into his arms, and the two started to roll down a nearby hill.

Roll

Thump

Roll

Thump

Roll

Thump!

After a rough ride down, they came to a stop. Satoshi had landed on top of Daisuke, face down. It took him a few minutes, but Daisuke's eyes slowly opened to see Satoshi's own.

"Hey, Satoshi," he huffed out.

Satoshi sighed, in relief, and replied softly, "Hello, Daisuke."

Satoshi moved to get off him but Daisuke latched onto his arm.

He smiled. "Don't," he muttered softly. "This is... nice."

Satoshi couldn't believe what he was hearing. Daisuke likes me?

He couldn't be sure, but he figured this day couldn't get any worse. So, he leaned in and firmly pecked Daisuke on the lips.

Daisuke made no objections, only continued to smile as he licked his lips. "You know what, Satoshi?

"Hmm?" he replied in pure ecstasy, he had finally gotten his wish.

"We should go to the park more often."