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Warning: Shonen-ai. Yes, people, what a NOVEL idea. Male/Male. If you think it's gross, dial 'Back' and remove your homophobic ass. If you just don't like it, then that's your opinion and you don't have to read. If you love it—well, what are you waiting for? Jump up, do the Happy-Slash-Lovers-Dance and continue forth, brave ones! BWAHAHAHAA—cough—choke—sputter

Other Warning: BEWARE! My first attempt at slash. (relatively)

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own ANYTHING? I thought not.

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Cotton Candy

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Daisuke Niwa has always hated rollercoasters.

The feeling of having his stomach left behind as he helplessly flew through the air never seemed to agree with him, for some odd reason.

So, Daisuke Niwa has always just avoided amusement parks.

He slipped out of school trips with colds and fevers, sent off his friends with the excuse of being grounded, and, mostly kept out of the vicinity of the places. He was a Niwa; slipping away came naturally. Sadly, being Dark came naturally, too; therefore causing the poor boy the trauma and pain of having a voice in his head taunt him as he did his slipping and avoiding.

Dark Mousey was a roller-coaster guy, and slightly pissed off at the fact that he had been stuck in the body of someone who hated them. Therefore, the thief concocted a devious plan. A VERY devious plan. School was good for something, after all...

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'No! Noooo! Dark! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, YOU BASTARD!'

Daisuke watched in horror from the back of his mind as his hand haltingly but surly signed the roster. Dark chuckled with glee as he finished off signing the paper using Daisuke's borrowed hand, and mockingly grinned at the boy trapped in his own head.

'Sorry Dai-chan, but you knew it was the inevitable. I was just... Helping things along, let's say?'

Daisuke only looked on in horror. It was his name. His signature. It was sitting on the same line as Satoshi Hiwatari on the field trip roster. And they were going to the amusement park. Dark was going to DIE.

As Daisuke felt control of his own body flood back to him, he jumped up; prepared to tell the teacher he changed his mind. He would have, too, except for several things.

He saw a message on the board that said to sign by the name of who you would like to be partners with.

A look of surprise passed Hiwatari's cool features as he noted Daisuke's name listed next to his.

Dark chanted subliminal messages to him in the back of his mind; most of which concerning something that resembled 'Satoshi', 'bed' and 'cotton candy flavored'. Hmm... He'd have to get back to the kaitou on that one...

AND, the bell rang.

Daisuke was rushed out the door in a flood of excitedly chattering students, and he sighed in resignation. He would just hope that Hiwatari hated them too, and could avoid rollercoasters altogether; and he trudged home.

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'Hmmm... Cotton Candy...'

Ugh... Dark was even getting to him in his dreams! Damn subliminal messaging...

Daisuke groaned as he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and stuffed some yen into his small pockets. It was going to be a looong day.

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The class filed into the large bus; chatter filling the air along with words of admiration and happiness at the bus's comfortable benches.

'Bwahahahaha! We're going on A FIELD TRIP! To the AMUUUSSSSEEEMNET PARK!'

Dark was gloating and grinning, making Daisuke want to rip off his head.

'Shut. The. Hell. Up. We're NOT going on ANY rollercoasters!'

Dark shut up then, but Daisuke had a suspicion it wasn't because Dark had submitted. He'd better be on the look out...

He wearily took a seat and pulled out a manga to read on the ride there, and rested his head on the windowsill, legs crossed up on the seat. Vaguely, he heard the teacher yell for everyone to sit with their partners, and glanced over at Hiwatari as the bus began to move; but soon his eyelids drooped, free of Dark's taunting, and fell asleep dreaming of cotton candy flavored... lips...

'Oh Dai-chan! I believe that you should wake uuuupppp now! Looks like you make a lovely pillow...'

Daisuke woke up to an unpleasant singsong voice in the back of his head, and a warm body resting on his chest. A steady heart beat pounded synced to his and heated breath tingled as it met the skin in the crook of his neck. Groggily prying open his right eye, his blurred vision was met with tufts of sky blue hair. His sleep induced mind had trouble processing JUST what this meant...

'Oh... Good, it's just Satoshi-kun...'

He closed his eye once more, oblivious to Dark's cackling and ditzy chanting, and rolled over slightly, clutching the blue haired boy closer to his chest.

Then it hit.

'Oh no. Ohhh no. Satoshi. Kun. Is. Sleeping. On. My. Chest. And we're both lying DOWN!' The poor boy's face flared a ruby redder than his hair. As his breathing became a bit more rapid and his eyes flicked about, desperately hoping no one was up to witness this, he was suddenly aware of two ice blue eyes staring up into his own.

"The color red on your cheeks matches your eyes, Niwa-kun. Why the hell am I sleeping on your chest?" The cool boy's eyes were calm as they took note of the situation and the area. Slowly he raised himself off Daisuke onto the support of his hands. Still crimson, Daisuke scrambled up on to his rear, once again crossing his legs.

"Go-gomen ne, Hiwatari-kun. I just woke up—a-and, you were, well..."

Stumbling over his words, the guy frantically gestured with his hands as Dark giggled.

'Shut up, bastard.' Daisuke bit out, sending a mental glare to his counter- part.

'Fine, fine... But creepy bastard's hair is SOOOO soft...,' Dark choked out through maniacal laughter, 'Wouldn't you would have just loooved to stay there longer?!,' Cough, choke, giggle. 'Or even better, wake up to it EVERY morning!' At that, Dark lost himself in the hilarity of it all and could no longer speak.

Grumbling and flushed, Daisuke once again settled against the window and peeked down out of his thick lashes—only to see Hiwatari; once again asleep; fall over into his lap—again. As the blue haired individual clutched his waist, Daisuke sighed.

'Just seize the damn moment, and enjoy it,' Dark must have gotten over his bout of laughter, 'You know you want to...'

Daisuke didn't even put up a token protest as he lay all the way down and snuggled into the other boy.

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Snap!

A bright flash and click woke Daisuke Niwa, and for once, it was obvious what just happened.

Takashi was dead. As our Dai-chan pried open an eye, he was met with the grinning face of his reporter EX-friend through tufts of gorgeous blue hair. He had to admit, the sensuous feeling of Hiwatari-kun's breath tickling his utterly sensitive neck was making it hard to concentrate on his goal of ripping Takashi to pieces. The ruby haired, eyed, and faced boy sent a plea to Dark in the back of his mind.

'Just take over... God, it couldn't get any worse, could it? Takashi has a picture of Hiwatari fscking clinging to me, FOR HELL AND DUCKS!' The flush on his face deepened as he thought of the blackmail threat that would arise from this... 'The horror...'

'Ouch.' Dark grimaced, and Daisuke winced. Baaad thoughts. The pain...

Slowly and reluctantly, Daisuke faded back into the real world, hoping to tune into exactly what was going on above him. He was met with Takashi's face, trapped between 'aww' and uncontrollable giggles.

"Yo, Daisuke! Man, you shoulda told me you were like that! At least before ya did THAT on the bus!" Takashi paused to catch his breath. "Hiwatari, huh? Never thought you were into the cold an' brooding type!" He choked as Daisuke began to grind his teeth. Takashi continued, oblivious. "Hey, at least I'm safeeeeeahahh—" He was cut off as a flustered and enraged Daisuke growled ferally, launching himself at the reporter's neck.

Daisuke's face was flushed as he grinned sadistically. Takashi's face was turning purple, and he would have passed out from air loss had Satoshi not gotten up from the place that he had landed on the floor (where Daisuke had dumped him) and made an effort to stop the boy (and Dark) from being sent to jail for first degree murder. It was HIS job to sent them to jail!

A slight frown on his face, Satoshi waved his hand in front of the red heads face, to find him oblivious to the world around him. Satoshi sighed, his lashes fluttering about his icy eyes as he clearly sweat-dropped. He lightly circled his arms around Daisuke's small waist, and did the last thing Takashi (now interested) and an oblivious Daisuke would expect him to do...

His face softened as he lightly nipped the tender skin on Daisuke's neck.

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It was once said that Satoshi Hiwatari was a vampire. At one point in his life, Daisuke Niwa would have believed it, too; but now, all he could think of how a vampire bite could never feel so damn good. Slowly, his clenched fingers loosened, and a heavily breathing and staring Takaksi fell to the ground in a heap. A flood of warmth washed over his body from the spot Satoshi's lips had touched his neck, as good natured shudders shot up and down his spine and shook his bones from head to toe. His stomach rattled his red eyes grew round. Even Dark was silent, too shocked to do anything. Daisuke was flying.

BUT-- as everyone knows, it's a rule of gravity that whatever goes up must come down.

The scarlet haired Niwa was brought crashing back to earth with Satoshi's breath in his ear. The tingling was starting again, but before he could be lost in it, Daisuke heard Hiwatari's voice.

"Only I am allowed to put you in jail—and for one thing only."

Daisuke nodded, his head spinning, his face never to truly recover from the trauma and unduly amounts of blushing. Satoshi only sweatdropped and arranged the boy comfortably against the window when he fainted. Takashi had, by this time crept away, only to have the camera—and the film—fall out a window later. (What a shame... Now no one will believe him. Hehehehe... -snicker-)

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Wh00t! FIRST CHAPPY! This ficcy will probably be two or three chapters long, depending on the amount of time I can keep concentrated on each one. " Feh.

Yes! If you liked it, review! Constructive criticism welcome! Flames are put out with my heavy-duty fire extinguisher! BWHAHAHAHAHAcoughchoke.

Ja ne, mina!

Aimee