A/N: Here's chapter two!

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Mike searched everywhere for his journal. "Where the heck did he put it?!" He wondered aloud, as he turned his bedroom upside down.

After an hour of searching, he gave up. He spent another hour reverting it back, then laying on his bed and closing his eyes to enter the subconscious.

He immediately left the main room with the card table and the picture of himself to go farther out. He eventually walked up to a black and purple tower, similar to the one that was destroyed during All-Stars but smaller. He walked up a few flights of stairs to the room at the top. Mal was laying on his throne, picking his nails, with one ankle chained to the side of his seat and the other leg draped over an armrest.

He looked up and saw Mike. He sat up and faced him. "Ah! Mike! Always a displeasure. What can I not do for you on this fine day?" He said this one part sarcastically and one part cheerfully.

"Where did you hide my journal, Mal?" Mike asked.

"Whatever do you mean?"

Mike took a deep breath. "Look, I know you've been using it. And I want it back. It was my present."

Mal frowned. He them smirked and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that. I've grown quite attached to it."

"Mal, as the owner of this mind and body, and that journal, I will ask one more time: give it back!"

"No!" Mal said with conviction. "I'm not giving it to you."

Mike's confidence deflated, and his shoulders slumped. He crossed his arms. "Can you at least tell me why that journal is so important? You seem more...I don't know, passionate about it than anything, other than your pocket knife."

Mal couldn't really explain it, but being able to write down his thoughts gave him a place to wonder and think without everyone else poking in his face. He then told this to Mike, who just stared.

"Wow. Didn't think you'd feel that way… I'm sorry. You can keep it." Mike gave in.

Mal smiled a little. "Thanks, Mike."

He then heard the phone ringing outside. Then Mike's mom yelling, "Mike! It's your cousin Noah again!"

Mike suddenly was confused. He looked back at Mal. "He's been calling?"

Mal shrugged, trying to be nonchalant as he looked away, back to picking his nails.

Mike narrowed his eyes. "I'm going to take it."

Mal's eyes widened. "Uh...Maybe I should take it?"

"Why you?"

"No reason. It's fun to torture people over the phone, y'know?" And Mal felt his chain dissipating. He was surprised as he also dissipated, which he did when he was being forced into control. But this time, he wasn't taking control away from anyone.

Mal woke. He stood up and walked over to the phone, ignoring Mike's mom's horrified stares as he snatched it and glared at her with his one uncovered eye. She put her hands up and walked away.

Mal held the phone and pressed the 'talk' button. He put it up to his ear. "...Hello?" He said, in Mike's voice.

"Drop the act, I know it's you, Mal." Noah immediately said, slightly irritated.

"Woah, ok, sheesh." Mal replied, returning his voice to its deep and grainy tone. "What is it?"

He heard Noah sigh. "Look, I think we need to talk about...us."

"Us?" They were an us? Wow.

"Yes, and this whole…. thing we have. I'm coming over there this weekend. To hell with keeping up with academics, I finished my homework for the next two weeks on Wednesday. Take that, Courtney." And Mal could almost see the smirk on Noah's face as he said it. He too smiled.

"Sure. But don't expect it to go anywhere," Mal said.

"I think I'm going to bring my journal…" Noah started to drift off the phone.

"You have a journal?" Mal asked.

"Yeah, Mike's-well, I guess she's your mom too- gave it to me for my birthday." Noah was silent. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, uh...no reason." Mal quickly said.

"Ok. But I'm onto you, Malevolent One." He said it playfully.

Mal smiled. "Look forward to it." He said suavely.

Oh shit, he'd said that. He mentally slapped himself.

Ow! went the other personalities.

Noah was silent. Then he stuttered. "Yeah, totally, uh, so I'll see you then, I guess. Bye." And he hung up.

Mal put the phone back in the holding thing. He went back to Mike's bed with a smile on his face as he reentered the subconscious.

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