A/N: Oops, I didn't mean for this to be so short. Oh well, at least I was able to finsih this whole series! I'm quite proud of myself, heehe. Now i just have two more ABC collections to complete. :D

This drabble is based off of Punipuni Panic, a NaruGaa doujin, by Haluka Mugen. I've only see three pages of said doujin, but those are the best three pages EVER. X3

Z – Zipper

"Hikari-kun," Daisuke murmurs to his friend. He's been calling the other by his true last name for a while now, ever since they got back from rescuing Risa. Currently, the two were in Daisuke's room. The Niwa's parents were out, as well as his grandfather. He had invited his friend over to help him with his homework, but there is another matter that needs assistance as well. "Could you help me change my light bulb? My dad keeps forgetting, and it's too high for me to reach, even if I stand on the step-stool we have."

Shrugging, Satoshi agrees to do it. He doesn't mind doing things for the boy he loves. "Where's a new light bulb?"

"So you'll do it? Thanks! I'll go get one…" Daisuke replies. Within minutes, he's back in his room with a new light bulb in his hand. "Here," he says as he hands the bulb to Satoshi.

While Satoshi steps onto the stool and unscrews the burnt out bulb, Daisuke sits down on his bed and watches. He flushes when he sees that Satoshi's shirt is tucking out of his pants and showing a bit of his stomach. He doesn't know why this embarrasses him, but it does.

As Satoshi is finishing screwing in the new bulb, suddenly Wiz comes running into the room. He hits one of the peg bases of the step ladder. In turn, the jerking movement throws the silver-haired boy off balance. He twists and falls form the ladder. Daisuke tries to catch him, but all they end up doing is falling on top of one another on the redhead's bed.

Satoshi grunts in pain as he's pinned down on top of Daisuke. "Are you alright?" he asks.

Blushing from the close proximity of their faces, the redhead nods. "Mhm. I'm… fine."

Satoshi shifts to remove himself, but something hooks him to Daisuke's chest. Angling his head to look down, he sees one of the buttons and half of the cloth around it on his shirt connected to the zipper of his friend's hoodie.

"Dammit," Satoshi curses as heat paints up a fine pink line across his cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Daisuke wonders aloud.

Krad's tamer grinds his teeth. "I'm stuck. If I pull up, I'll tear my shirt on your zipper." The last thing he needed was another torn shirt; his clothes were torn often enough from Krad's wings. What's worse, Krad might get the opportunity to emerge if he remained in this position for too long.

"Oh…" the redhead murmurs. "That's, uh, quite the problem. What should we do?"

Satoshi doesn't catch the question. He's too busy worrying about how suggestively positioned his knee is between Daisuke's legs, and how awfully close their pelvises are.

"Hikari-kun…?" Dark's tamer says in a tone that makes Satoshi's eyes drift up to the ruby red ones below him. They appear slightly fogged. "Maybe I could try to unhook us. My hands are smaller than yours."

Slowly, Satoshi nods. He closes his eyes as he feels Daisuke's fingers nimbly come between them and fumble with the zipper, his knuckles brushing against the silver-haired boy's chest. Don't think about it, he thinks. You don't want Krad to come out, nor do you want any attention drawn to…He bites his lip when he feels Daisuke's hands fall to his sides.

"I can't get it. We're really stuck," he sighs in defeat. He turns his head up to look at Wiz, who is crouching down on the bed. "Look what you did!"

The rabbit-like creature bows it's head sadly, as if to say sorry.

"Um, Hikari-kun," Daisuke whispers, "You're not uncomfortable, are you?"

The other wants to laugh. Instead, he smiles. "No, I'm fine. Although, in this position… it'd be quite easy to kiss you, wouldn't it?"

Embarrassed horror creeps across the redhead's face.

Satoshi shakes his head. "Just kidding."

"Somehow, I don't think you are," Daisuke grumbles. He glances away. "But, if you did… I couldn't resist you without tearing your shirt, could I?"

The Hikari blinks at the other. Is that an invitation? Whether or not it is, Satoshi wanted to take it.

Painfully slow, being careful not to trigger Krad, the silver-haired boy leans down and captures Daisuke's mouth. The smaller boy reacts by clinging to the boy above him and returning the kiss, as if he's been waiting for it. Satoshi doesn't understand where this change came from, but he likes it. He takes advantage of their position and brings his arms around Daisuke to roll them over. His tongue flickers out and coaxes the other to play along.

During the kissing, they hardly notice that their shirts come free from their zipper hold. They hardly notice, that is, until they part for air and find that they can move freely. Yet they don't stop. It only opens multiple chances to go a bit further.

As he spends more time gliding his hands over the redhead's frame, Satoshi has never been happier that he was invited to Daisuke's home, or more grateful for the creation of zippers.