A/N: Things in ' 's are thought talk...things in " 's are speaking, get it?

'God, you're an asshole.'

'At least I'm a good asshole.' The Yeerk in my head commented back to me. For the fifth time that day, he sat and made me stare at this one guy in class, and each time he waited for the guy to look at me. Then the Yeerk made me smile and turn back to my work. The paper that I'm supposed to write only had my name, David Showler, and the title.

For the first time ever I wanted to pick up the pencil and do the work myself for a change. 'Can't you let me do my own work?'

'Oh? But then you'd get a bad grade. You said yourself that your grades have improved since I've taken over...' I felt the Yeerk grin, even though I couldn't see it.

'You only took over because I was voluntary at first. If I had known how much it would have sucked to be controlled all the time, I would have fought back.' I scoffed in the corner of my head. Unable to control a body of my own, I had developed an inner body with which I had imagined to be able to walk in my brain. Of course, it was nothing like the real thing, but at least I had something to do.

'You did know, you just never imagined.' The Yeerk retorted. 'At least now you have time for imagining.'

'Like imagining the best way to squash you?' I immediately thought of three ways to kill the Yeerk. He seemed unfazed though. He continued glancing at the boy, and I kept getting the faint feeling that the Yeerk kept me from feeling. Unbeknownst to the boy, I was gay, and I had had my eye on him since the day I first saw him. Of course, I used to be very shy. I don't know his name, still, even after the Yeerk took over.

'I could go an ask his name for you.' The Yeerk said softly. I scoffed and paced in my head.

'Like you would. All you'd want to do is give him to one of your Yeerk friends, wouldn't you?'

'I swear, you humans and your feelings. You know that if I wasn't here, you'd be as hard as a brick by now.'

'I wouldn't be looking at him all the time though. Only when I knew he wasn't looking back at me.' I sighed and sat down in my mind. The only things I could control: My own thoughts, feelings, and my imaginary body, and the Yeerk could never take it away from me. With a sigh, the Yeerk went back to his work, and I went back to thinking randomly of what I'd be doing right now if the Yeerk wasn't there.

Nearly a week had the Yeerk been in my head, and for the second time we went to the Yeerk pool. We waited in line for the Yeerk to go feed, and stopped between two Hork-Bajir.

"Voluntary." said my mouth. I perked up at this. For the past week I had done nothing but yell at the Yeerk for taking over, yet he still let me be voluntary as I was when I first let him in?

'You don't have to be in a cage, David. You can go into the voluntary area and read of watch TV or whatever, but as soon as you try to run away, I will have you in a cage.'

'Okay.' I told him, rather confused. My Yeerk had me stand up to the pier and bend over so he could drop out.

'Do not tell anyone I'm being nice to you.' Said my Yeerk as he slithered out and I felt my body fall back under my control. Standing up, I walked over to the area that basically said 'Voluntary' and took a seat near the TV, watching it but not really paying any attention. My thoughts constantly flew back to my Yeerk.

Why would the Yeerk allow me to be a voluntary, when he knew very well that I was involuntary? Was he really that kind, kind enough to let me have a free life of my own, even if it only was while he fed? Finally deciding that maybe the Yeerk wasn't so bad, I focused on the TV once again, until a Hork-Bajir called me back to the infestation pier.

With a sigh, I stood up on the pier, clenching my hands one final time, in one final act of control, as the slug-like creature wiggled into my ear. I felt myself lose control of my body part by part, until I had no control of my body at all. The Yeerk nodded to the Hork-Bajir guard and stepped off the pier.

'So, did you have fun?' Asked my Yeerk in a friendly manner. I noticed faintly that he didn't bother to go through my memories to find the answer, but instead allowed me to answer him myself. I nodded.

'Yeah, I guess.' Then I realized something. 'Hey, what is your name, anyways?'

'Norgan.' He answered simply. I noticed that he didn't answer with his number and pool as the other Yeerks did, but I didn't push it. At least I didn't have to call him Yeerk anymore.

'Oh. Well, Norgan, I guess if you're done we can go home now?'

'Fine.'

A/N: Short chapter. XP I know. But what do you expect? This is my first fanfiction, and even though it doesn't follow the Animorph plot, at least I'm writing it. XD Basically, this is going as if the Animorphs weren't even there. So, yeah. . Have fun.