Greetings. Here's to another new fic that I probably shouldn't be posting yet! everyone shout "hooray" at that notion.

Warnings: slash, yoai, shonen ai: whatever you call it. Just saying the boys will all be very into each other if that isn't plain enough I'm saying boyXboy.

The pairings will be CursexTamer and CursexCurse, TamerxTamer. In other words it will be everyonexeveryone for a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own D., it would be nice though.

Daisuke sighed watching the brown clay spin round and round on the wheel. Outside the world spun as well as people moved through the world. Everyday more buildings went up; more people died; more plants were pulled down and at the same time babies were being born and people were falling love. The clouds would pass across the sun and seasons were meant to change.

Daisuke sighed as more clay stuck to his hands turning them a gray color when the clay dried. Tools lay drying alongside his water bucket as he tried to get the clay to cooperate but it seemed to be in vain.

He leaned back staring at the white tiled ceiling as shadows danced around. He felt somewhat empty as he listened. There was no one else in the building and the silence in his mind was deafening. Without thinking he leaned forward placing his head in his hands. It hadn’t been a month since Dark had left him but he still felt so alone. He missed the insistent nagging and teasing. He squeezed his crimson eyes shut feeling his body shake knowing he was being pathetic but unable to do anything about it.

The white linoleum beneath his black sneakers seemed to sway for a moment but then everything righted itself. He reached out cupping the clay as it spun putting all his energy into making it round.

“Niwa.” Daisuke jumped spinning around to face the speaker. Satoshi stood in the doorway holding his arms tightly to his chest. Daisuke stared at the rings that had seemed to appear beneath the teen’s eyes. It made him wonder, when he thought that without Krad Satoshi’s life would be easier but he couldn’t ask. He did smile though noticing the gleam in the other’s eye.

When the Curses had disappeared he’d found himself haunting Satoshi’s footsteps. They never spoke of their counter parts but they had seemed to get closer. Could Daisuke hope for that when he wanted to hide from everyone else?

Satoshi strolled across the room to where Daisuke was and looked down at the wheel. Crimson eyes realized where the gaze was directed. In his haste to cover the incriminating piece of work his foot bumped the pedal throwing the wheel into overdrive and tossing the clay from the wheel. Satoshi ducked to the side as the clay flew right into a wall landing with a good thwack. Daisuke’s eyes widened as he stared at the splat on the wall.

“I am so sorry!” Daisuke cried jumping up. His fast muttered apologies were met by sudden laughter. Startled, he looked up to see Satoshi leaning over holding his sides. The laughter was coming form the older teen and Daisuke felt himself smile before he also burst out in laughter.

Finally the two began to regain their composure. Satoshi looked at the wheel pressing the pedal with his foot to bring it to a stop. He looked at the clay and tools before turning his eyes to Daisuke’s. As if directed silent words that only he could hear the redhead reclaimed the seat and waited for directions.

“You should make sure to place the clay as close to the center as possible,” Satoshi said rolling a new piece between his hands. He placed on the plate of the wheel leaning over to start the wheel. As it hummed into action he soaked his hands in the water beginning to work the ball.

Daisuke followed suit dipping his hands in the water. He reached over taking the position Satoshi’s hands had just held. He flattened it then brought it up into a ball looking up every so often for Satoshi’s reassurance.

With a small nod hands clasped his own and positioned them around the clay. Thumbs pushed his thumbs into the clay. Daisuke ignored the heat that was rising to his face and worked on putting everything into the clay.

Red and blue gazes kept carefully away from each other as the clay took form and slowly became a bowl. Delicate pale fingers picked up one of the tools and held it to the clay. Daisuke watched in surprise as it hit him how Satoshi looked so perfect doing that, working with art materials. The fingers were artistic and the cold blue eyes had a scrutiny that you wanted to make proud. Daisuke smiled at these thoughts as he stopped the wheel looking proudly at his work.

Without thinking he reached up to his face and successfully covered it in clay. He looked up to see Satoshi’s eyes wide. The smile began to fall and an eyebrow arched in curiosity. Satoshi shook his head and laughed. Realization hit him and with a mischievous smirk he picked up some of the clay tossing it right into Satoshi’s face.

For a spilt second, an offended look passed over the face but it was gone quickly. Satoshi smirked picking up some clay himself and shaping it into a ball. He watched fake fear spread on Daisuke’s face as he stood, smirking. Daisuke stood raising his hands in mock distress before running towards the door. Satoshi smiled chasing after him, letting the door swing back with ease.

Daisuke laughed, running down the halls with the only sound being the sound of his feet and Satoshi’s not far behind him. Then something hit him in the back of the head. Too surprised to realize what it was, he tripped and fell to the ground.

“Niwa are you alright?” Daisuke blinked looking up into worried blue eyes. Instead of answering he grabbed the clay that still clung to his hair and smeared it across the pale face. Now it was his turn to watch those eyes blink in confusion before a true smile spread slowly over the older teen’s face.

Together they went back to the art room both of them unable to stop laughing. Every time they paused, they looked at the other’s appearance. It carried on back down the hallways. The walls echoed their tranquil feelings. Each held no remorse as they tried to pry away the gritty clay. When they failed they laughed some more. The last steps to the art room were taken in a comfortable silence.

The door swung slightly from being forced backward. Daisuke smiled walking inside to where his bowl was still on the wheel. It was the first Friday that he had smiled upon since Dark’s departure. He cut it off the wheel holding it up for scrutiny. He turned to see Satoshi leaning against the door still smiling. Daisuke looked closer turning his head in confusion to see it was a sad smile.

“What’s the matter Satoshi?” The boy shook his head instead of answering. “Satoshi?”

“It’s nothing,’ he whispered softly, the sad smile still there. “It’s just the first time I’ve felt alive in a while.”

Daisuke once would have been surprised but instead he nodded instead. He knew the ache he felt was nothing compared to how Satoshi had lived his life. He just gave the boy a smile in return, taking the time to carve his name into the bottom of the soft clay.

“Niwa, you should know,” there was a pause. When he began again it was the detached voice from before. “I won’t be back in school next week.”

Daisuke froze nearly letting the bowl slip from his hands.

“I just thought you should know.” Then as quiet as a spirit he was gone again. The door continued to swing. Somewhere someone listened with a smile, while another cried not to far away. Somewhere someone felt their heart rip in two, while another felt their heart fill with love upon seeing their lover. Somewhere a man held a small, fragile being in their arms and was surprised to find that he was now a father. What was miles away, in Satoshi’s mind as he left the building, was a room. In the room Daisuke felt something he had hoped never to feel again.

The linoleum met clay.