HEYHEYHEY! This is my second storie hope its good enough to pass

:This is Krad:

-And this is Satoshi-

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WEEEEEEEE

The bluehaired boy glanced over at the redhead, smiled and wished he could pluck up some courage.

Courage to tell. To speak up and say what was on his mind.

: I LOVE YOU : it was that damnable voice. The one that was always there. Always teasing.

: oh, Daisuke I love you. I want to tell you but I'm afraid. Afraid that if I tell you, you'll run from me. Hahahahahahahahahaha! You really are pathetic, my beloved satoshi-sama. You know I am the only one for you yet you still dream. Very pathetic: he wished the voice would just go away. Go away and leave him alone. The voice picked up on these thoughts: I will never leave you:

WEEEEEEEEE

-Shut up!-

:NO:

-YES!-

:no, I don't think so:

His vanes throbbing, satoshi got up off of the hard marble chair. Stalked to the door and stamped out. Leaving the shadow Krad behind

"Humph. He thinks hes so great. Just because he has supernatural powers! Ha!"

Satoshi started to run. Then he hit something and fell back. His butt hitting the floor.

The ' Something' he hit had bright red hair and gorgeous pale skin. Satoshi froze at the sight of him.

"Dai- Daisuke, What are you doing here!" he whisper asked

"Since you haven't bean at school lately, teacher asked me to give you this." He handed over a letter sealed with a heart

"Oh. Um. Ah. You came here … ah. Do you want to come-ah- in?" satoshi muttered as he picked himself up

"Heke?" Daisuke tilted his head and stared at the usually quite eloquent bluenett.

"You know for… Like. Um. Tea?"

"Ah. Okay. Sounds nice… but. Um. What are we going to eat? I mean you live on take out and instant foods."

"Sorry. I guess I … HEY! We can go shopping and buy some food and you can teach me to cook it! How does that sound?'

"Sounds good!" Daisuke threaded his arm through Satoshi's and marched him of to the shops

WEEEEEEEE

Okay so that was my second storie. Sucked huh? Please rave, review and flame.

I wrote this when Steve Irwin died... ... Rejoice! The evil one is gone… … Sorry for that out burst but… I hate his treatment of animals! He is Evil! Evil I tell you! But… I wouldn't wish that death on any one, I mean he left a family behind. So sad.