He held back a moan as the spiky red haired boy, below him, lambently stroked his bare back, causing him to jolt from the pleasure. Their thoughts just a blur of dreams that were once unattainable, until this point, came true with bliss accompanying it.

Heat filled the room in a fire of passion, sweat pouring from both of the boys' naked bodies; they continued their fervent kisses, drawing on those inner fantasies kept locked inside, all of that time in which they admired each other from afar. The red-eyed boy suddenly took his hands off of the other's back, to let them roam where they were most wanted.

A faint gasp was heard from the sudden friction, morphing into louder more avid moans. He was on the verge of breaking, releasing his will and along with it- himself.

Hiwatari suddenly woke up, sweaty, sticky, and panting for breath. It had come to his attention, that waking up in your own… emission … after dreaming of a boy, who happened to be your friend, wasn't something to be considered… normal. This was the 5th time this week that it had occurred, and now he was beginning to get worried. Usually, the dreams only happened after having a stressful day: once a month, or even twice- but not as often as it was now.

Yes, it was true he was fond of the clumsy boy, though only a minor, hidden attraction, yet now it was a full out assault on his psyche- craving the boy every waking moment, though his dreams were provoking too. However, if his friend were to find out, he would most likely be disgusted and never speak to him again. His dreams were affecting how he looked at Niwa, clear blue passionless eyes turned lust-ridden.

Only lust, for he wasn't sure whether it was this so called "love", which everyone used when they liked someone, or just lust- it was true he had never had a girlfriend, so it's likely that he just wanted someone's touch, and Daisuke, being the only friend he had, he looked towards him for that comfort. At least, that's what Hiwatari told himself.

He got up from his wet, humid bed and looked at the soaked sheets, remembering the dream. 'Why does this keep happening… It's getting annoying.' he thought to himself. Satoshi withdrew from his bedroom and into the bathroom to wash his produce off of himself, in the shower. The building was silent as always, showing no family signs whatsoever. A normal morning for his life.

Once entering the hot steamy water, he was reminded, once again, of the dream. '… I wonder if it has something to do with the field trip, I do have to sleep with him… My body is probably making sure I'm sexually exhausted so I won't make a fool of myself…' he tried making up excuses.

It wasn't that he disapproved of the growing lust, if it was called that, for Daisuke, but the fact that they were friends, making it seem like he was betraying Niwa's loyalty by letting his body do such things as have sexual dreams about him, without his own consent.

Stepping out of the shower, a knock was heard on the bathroom door, most likely his father bringing the permission slip and money for the trip, late as usual. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he exited the bathroom to see one of the servants, who quickly bowed. "Satoshi-sama, your father has arrived and is waiting in the main lobby," she told him, still bowing. He nodded and went back to his room.

After changing into his school uniform, Satoshi made his way into the lobby only to see it empty, however, turning to the kitchen he saw a peculiar man wearing a gray suit- his father. He was criticizing how the chef was making breakfast- not that Satoshi actually ever ate it, it was more for the servants than for him, but he didn't mind. His father turned around and smiled after seeing his son staring at him.

"Satoshi!" the man boomed, "I have brought you that paper you wished for me to sign… I hope it's not late."

"No, father, they're due today." he responded half heartily.

"Oh, then I barely made it!" he smiled once more, then stepped pass the boy into the main lobby, Satoshi silently followed. He turned around to face his son with a stern face, "I have heard that you are to sleep in the same room as that Niwa boy. What do you intend on doing?" he asked mockingly.

"I do not intend on hurting Niwa, if that is what you mean."

"… Hmm… Then don't hurt him… kill him," he said getting closer to the bluenette.

A wave of shock came over Satoshi, "I refuse to kill my friend," he responded after thinking about what was said, it was only to be expected that his father would say such a thing.

"Oh, so now he's your friend? Is that why you haven't been able to capture Dark? Or is it because you lack strength… You're weak." with that he stalked out of the room, out the door, and out of the apartment.

Satoshi sighed, why did things like this always happen? It seemed that he would never have even the slightest chance at a normal relationship with Niwa; fate just condemned him to wallow in it.

On the other hand, Daisuke woke up smelling his mom's homemade pancakes, the melodious sonnet of birds' chirping added to the feel of the sun shining on his lit up face, howbeit, feeling a bit depressed due to the upcoming field trip.

'Dark… I don't want to go… Hiwatari already hates me, and if we sleep in the same room together, he might try to kill me!!' He screamed waking up his counterpart.

Dark sighed, 'Daisuke. Get. Over. It. He won't kill you, in fact, you might even become lovers!' he tried relieving Daisuke's tension with a poor joke, but it came back twice as strong when he blocked him from his mind. 'I was just kidding you know…'

"Dai-sweety!! Breakfast is ready!!" Emiko yelled enthusiastically from the kitchen. He got up, still pouting, got dressed, and made his way down stairs to eat. The table was set with one plate, which was clearly Daisuke's, and a plate of pancakes next to it.

"Help yourself, dear." his mother gave a radiant smile, "Oh, by the way, Dai? … I need another permission slip…" she paused as if thinking, "… Towa dropped it in the trash!!" she pinned it on Towa, who immediately looked at her through the door way carrying a basket of dirty clothes, "I did not!! You were the one that dropped it in the soup last night!!"

Kosuke looked up from the living room in question- he had wondered why it tasted so different- but Emiko denied it with a poor smile, laughing nervously, "Towa… I don't know what you're talking about…" she gave a death glare to her, causing her to return back to the laundry. "Hahaha… Don't listen to her Dai…" she laughed nervously rubbing the back of her head.

"Mom!! How could you? They're due today!" he exclaimed.

"Well, honey, call one of the Harada's and ask for them to copy it for you."

"They already passed theirs in!!"

"…Hmm… Then… I suppose you could ask that Hiwatari boy…"she said her words gaining a discouraged side to them when speaking of Hiwatari.

"B-But Mom!!" he protested

"Call him."

"B-but-"

"Daisuke. Do it." she demanded handing him the phone. He sighed then dialed his number, how he knew it, he didn't even know.

Hiwatari answered quietly.

"Hi, Hiwatari… Uhm… Do you have the permission slip for the field trip? I sort of lost it…" Daisuke explained.

"…Yes."

"Do you have an extra?"

"Yes... You can have it."

"OH!! Thank you Hiwatari!!" he screamed in joy.

Satoshi sighed, "I'll come to your house. Wait there." he said then hung up. An odd feeling of joy suddenly filled Niwa, though he ignored it.

Satoshi studied Daisuke's house, taking in the rich family vibe coming from it, taking a step towards the door. To his surprise, the door opened before he even knocked. Daisuke stood on the other side, smiling and stepping aside to let him in.

Hiwatari handed him the permission slip, watching as he ran up to his mother flinging the paper around wildly; the mother cleaning dishes to turn around and smile at her approaching son; the grandfather and father talking amongst themselves while sipping tea, every now and then catching a glance at him; Towa and With frolicking down the stairs, carrying sheets. It all looked so warm, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Daisuke walked back to him carrying the now signed slip and money. Suddenly a loud shriek was heard from the kitchen; Niwa ran towards it, with the other not far behind, although not in a panicked state but in his normal emotionless one. Emiko was looking at something in Towa's hands with her hands on her cheeks. She turned around facing her son, smiling. "Oooooh!! Dai! I'm so proud of you!!"

He looked at her confused, "W-why?" he asked confused. She moved out of the way of Towa holding bed sheets- his bed sheets. He fell into a state of shock, 'Did they find the… uh-oh… not good… but they wouldn't, not in front of Hiwatari!!'

"Your very first nocturnal emission!! OOOH!! My baby boy is growing up!!" she screamed making Daisuke back away frightened as his mom smothered him with a hug, blushing wildly, "Kosuke!! You're son is turning into a man!!" a nervous laugh was heard from the living room. "So," she began, looking him in the face seriously, "Who was it about? Was it one of the Harada sisters? Both?"

"Mom!! W-w-w…we're going to be late for school! Bye!!" he ran out of the kitchen, grabbing his backpack, with a blush the shade of his hair. Satoshi promptly followed, walking though, hearing a final statement, "It's not like Hiwatari hasn't had one! It's not your fault!!" Daisuke ran faster out of the door, catching his breath outside as Satoshi came out of the house.

He pointed to a black limo, trying to contain himself from the... shock? wonderment? lust? Most likely the latter, "Come on." They both entered the limo and it started driving towards school.

The ride was awkward. Satoshi looking out the window, sometimes looking at Daisuke for a second or two-Niwa looking out the opposite window, and was noticing him looking at him. It was bothering him that his mom had confronted him about his… dream while Hiwatari was there; he didn't even know why it had happened, how, or even what had happened- Niwa supposed it was his innocent side. Only one thing was certain though... Who it was about. "H-Hiwatari?" Daisuke asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this, "Uhm… Is it true that it happens to you?"

Satoshi was startled by this question, and decided, that if the boy really knew what such things were all about, he would have never asked him. He bit back an awkward smirk, "Yes." he answered, not wanting to give any more information.

"W-why?" he asked another awkward question.

Hiwatari pondered about it, wondering what he should tell him, "Well, I suppose to relieve sexual desires." a shocked expression formed on Daisuke's face, he was so straightforward.

"W-w-what? Th-then… I…"

"It's normal Niwa, it happens." Hiwatari tried comforting him, but Daisuke grew into a silent, shocked state. 'He really is innocent… I must be filthy then…' thought Satoshi, self-loathingly.

'Daisuke, why did you ask creepy boy about it? I'm here!' Dark screeched inside Daisuke's mind.

'B-but I thought you would laugh at me…' he started.

'Of course I would've!! Kids your age should know about this stuff! Jeez, Daisuke, asking him about something so … intimate… Do you like him or something?''

'What?! Dark that's gross! He's a boy and a friend! We're FRIENDS!!'

His face showed his frustration, and Satoshi watched him amused, knowing he was fighting with Dark about the topic. The car stopped at the school and both of the boys got out. They traveled into the school with girls stopping to stare at the glory of Hiwatari Satoshi, and Daisuke noticed that with every glance his friend got, he seemed to drift further in his mind.

He started wondering why Satoshi had the dreams if he could have any girl he wanted in the school, yet he continued to deny the girls' requests for dating- even some of the boys liked him. After stopping at their art classroom to drop of the forms, Niwa followed Hiwatari up to the roof seeking more guidance.

"Uh, Hiwatari?" he asked, Satoshi prepared himself for more questions, "W-why do you have those dreams then? If you can have just about anyone in the school?"

This hit Satoshi hard. It reminded him that he could never have the only person that he ever wanted, who happened to be the very boy in front of him. "Some things are unattainable."

'Then who does he like?' Niwa pondered. Before he could ask his friend about it, the school bell rang. He sighed, tossing that thought away, and followed Satoshi to their art class.