Silverwolf: Alright people o.o I already got a review! From Fiorella Takaishi! n.n Thankyou! I didn't expect to get reviews this early, but I guess it's a good story :3 Hehe. Well, here's the update Fior!

Fluffy: Owwow...Takeru's Bipolarness is killing me. HA. Haha. Hee. Uh...yeah. Silver doesn't own shit. XD Hah!

Silver: O.o Oooookay fluffly...no more cake and cereal for youuuu...

Cassy laughs. Hah. At the insanity of it all Hah.

Chapter Two

"..and the answer to number seven?" A very bored Tai was sitting in Matt's living room, a white board and a dry-erase marker in hand. Takeru flopped over on the floor. "Thirteen." He said, yawning. Tai checked the number off, nodding. "Yup. Number Eight?" "…Do I HAVE to? I hate math. Can I just, you know, go back to sleep?" he asked, yawning. Tai shook his head. "No. Trust me, you need it. This morning you didn't know what six divided by three was. So give it up, you're LEARNING. Matt doesn't want an uneducated freeloader." Tai commented. Takeru's eyes flew open and he sat up, nails digging into the carpet. "What!?" he asked, giving Tai a strange look. "I'm six years old! I live in the BASEMENT for ch—Crimany's sake! And I'm a FREELOADER!?" He asked, earning a laugh from Tai. "Not in my opinion." He commented, before pointing insistently to number nine.

Takeru groaned "Eighty seven. Now, can I go to sleep? Psh, freeloader, hard to freeload in your own house." He mumbled. Tai blinked. "Huh?" he asked. Takeru blinked. "Nothing." He said. As you can see, Matt hadn't figured out Takeru's Identity yet; he was just forcing him upstairs to do math. Personally, Takeru would have preferred being found out. Tai just raised an eyebrow and shrugged. He yawned. "Alright, just one more and we'll stop. I'm hungry." He stated, giving Matt an evil look. Matt rose a brow as well. "FUCK no. You can eat FOOD." He said, crossing his arms. Tai looked oddly crestfallen. "Aww, but it's hilarious!" he argued.

Takeru looked back and forth. "Uh…Tai? I think you should just stick with the food." He said, creeping away from Matt's evil glares and towards the basement. He was quickly grabbed and set back in front of the evil whiteboard, like a small child trying to escape kindergarten handwriting lessons. "Uhhh…." He looked up. "FIVE! Can I GO now?!" he asked, looking over at Tai. Tai nodded. Takeru scampered off into the basement, grabbing Yui on his way under the stairs. It wasn't long until he heard Tai and Matt in conversation. He listened intently, head tilted to one side and his grip tighter than usual on the stuffed Panda.

"Well, Matt, I seriously think it's true. I mean, he acts like him, he talks like him, and he looks like him! There can't be any other explanation."

"..Tai, you're probably wrong. He's dead, remember? There's no way it's him."

"Fine. You don't believe me, I'll prove it!" Takeru heard Tai head down the stairs and hid farther under them. Tai reached the bottom, looking around. "Hey TK, can you come here for a minute?" He asked. Takeru winced, poking his head out from under the stairs. "..why?" he asked, feigning curiosity. "Oh, I just wanna make sure of something." Tai said, before turning and heading back upstairs. Takeru hesitated a few minutes, but soon reluctantly followed after him.

Once they were in the living room, Tai turned to him. "Alright. Sit on the couch." Tai said, pointing to it. Takeru looked over at it, then back to Tai, jaw dropping. "NO WAY! I mean, uh..it's uh..got..dust mites! And..uh..Matt has been sitting on it!" he said, giving the couch a disturbed look as if he felt mildly sorry for it. He now had a new understanding with the couch. "Uh..plus..I mean, the floor's more comfy!" He sat down on the floor, smiling weakly. "See? Yeah, nice comfy floor, mhm!" he commented. He knew he was acting a fool, but there was NOOO WAAAYYY he was gonna sit on that couch. Nope.

Tai sighed. "Whatcha got there?" he then asked, pointing at Yui. "Huh? Oh, this is Y-..uh..a..toy I found..uuhh…it was in a box..and..uh..I liked it, so I Uh..you know… I picked it up and stuff.." he mumbled, picking at the carpet nervously. Tai rose his eyebrows at Matt, as if to say "SEE?!" but Matt wouldn't give up. He yanked Tai over to him, whispering. "How do you know that kid just isn't some crack headed germophobe?" he asked, giving Tai a weird look. Tai gave a really exaggerated sigh of frustration. "LOOK Matt! He's JUST like him, why can't you accept that?" he snapped, pointing at Takeru.

…Oooooh shit. Takeru thought, standing up and inching his way back into the basement. Tai suddenly snapped his gase to him, growling. "NO. You stay here." He snarled, pointing to the space next to the couch. Takeru balefully went and sat back down, like a scalded puppy. "But..it's too bright in here!" he said, glancing over at the window. Okay. He KNEW better. "You have that potion stuff. Stay in here, midg." He said. Takeru glowered. It was Tai's new nickname for him; a shortened version of the word midget.

After the argument continued for a good hour and neither got anywhere, they settled for the silent treatment(Takeru tried to escape many times during this, mostly resulting in Tai dragging him back into the living room by the back of his shirt. Takeru would curse him, sit by the couch, and attempt again about six minutes later. Once it was five.).

"..OKAY! What in the HELL are you guys fighting about!?" Takeru asked, standing and crossing his arms, glaring at them both. He knew very well what they fought over, but he wasn't going to give his eavesdropping away just so he could NOT sit through a boring explanation. Tai looked up, eyes narrowing. "What's your true name?" he asked, a slight growl to his voice. It was the first time Tai had ever been cross with him, so it shocked the answer right out of him. "Takeru..why?" he asked, but seconds later realized his mistake. His stomach and heart both dropped down and snapped at the bungee chords, continuing to drop even after hitting the floor.

Matt looked up, an unreadable but NOT very nice-looking-look on his face. Takeru whipped his head back and forth to look between them, feeling like he was probably only two inches tall. Matt was gonna kill him!!

(Okay, I'll just end it here!!! –gets hit with few objects..but they're heavy- OWOWOW! Okay okay…-grumbles-)

Takeru continued to panic as Matt stayed silent, his heartbeat and breathing making him feel like he was swaying back and forth. In reality, he was, and soon fainted. Huh? Takeru fainted? Tai just kinda watched him, facefaulting a tad. "Uhhh….he..fainted." he stated blankly. Matt growled. "State the fucking obvious. Get him out of here." He said coldly, turning and going back down the hall to his room. He slammed the door behind him, and silence rang loudly throughout the house. Tai stood there for a few minutes, at a slight loss of what to do. Finally, he picked Takeru up, going downstairs to the basement and depositing him in the corner he usually slept in. He shuddered, before heading back up.

It was gonna be one HELL of a week, enduring Matt's wrath, but Tai had a vague feeling that Maybe, just maybe, they'd tough it out. Of course, this theory was proved right, because they were still standing a week later, and Matt was in a considerably good mood. He, Tai, and the acclaimed 'midget' were going hunting, and Matt wanted nothing more then to kill off a huge pile of vampires after completely failing the past few tries. Everyone was loaded up in the truck, it was 9:00 P.M., and the drive was going smooth. Takeru sat in the trunk of the van, counting the rust spots growing in the black paint with nothing but sheer boredom.

"One..two..three..fo-OW! Watch it!" he yelled, turning back to glare at Matt. The fucker'd aimed for a pothole. His only response was a vague smirk. Ooooh, wonderful. Takeru continued to sulk the whole way to that painfully familiar forest. It wasn't long before they stopped, and Tai popped over to the trunk to get the equipment out. "This is your first time with us hunting, so please, PLEASE stay in the trunk. We can't have you running off. We'll never find you. Can I trust you to stay here? You're 13, so hopefully you've got the sense.." he trailed off, looking after Matt as he slunk into the woods. Takeru gave Tai an overlarge grin and merely nodded. "If you find anything silver, GIVE IT. You'd have no use for it." He said, eyes narrowing. Tai gave him an odd look, but nodded none the less.

….And that was where Takeru was now. He was bored, staring out of the trunk at a patch of black grass. IT was then that a pair of feet covered that grass. Takeru looked up. Those feet led to a pair of legs, a waist, a chest, arms, shoulders, neck, and finally…. "DAISUKE!" Takeru yelled, before his expression switched from surprise to Rage. He jumped out of the trunk. "What're you doing here?" he asked, leaning against the vehicle. Daisuke smirked. "Came to check on Damien's favorite pet." He growled. "Looks like you're doing FINE. What you been up to? Hanging with the hunters? I should report that, you know." He said, the smirk growing. Takeru shook his head. "You do it, and I'll..I'll.." he trailed off. "You'll what? Kill me? Heh." Daisuke just laughed.

Takeru growled and jabbed at him, claws digging into the other's throat. Daisuke blinked, before combusting into a pile of Dust. Takeru looked down at it and grimaced. Daisuke would be back; that's why Takeru didn't mind killing him. He ALWAYS came back, because he was a rebirth. They would die, and possibly come back from a span of hours to weeks later. They never stayed down, unless you used an ancient for of alchemy, which Takeru didn't currently know.

It was then that Matt and Tai returned. Matt looked gleeful, and Tai was examining a rather large cut on his hand. "Bastard..got right at the hand..Huh? What's that?" he asked, spotting the dust pile near the trunk of the truck. Takeru popped up and looked over, giving Tai an innocent shrug. "Didja find anything silver?" he asked, that familiar childish innocence taking over once again. Tai held up a small silver chain, something that looked like an oversized dime on it. Takeru grabbed it, examining it and biting at the dimey thing a few times. He looked satisfied after those few bites, sticking it into his pocket and giving Tai an appreciative nod.

They headed home, Takeru's memory of Daisuke fresh in his mind. He'd come back sometime soon, and probably tell Damien where he was. He had to fix the problem before it arose. He'd have to do something, and he knew just what; He'd run away. Far away, so that Matt, Tai, Damien, and even Daisuke couldn't find him. That's what he'd do. And he'd be safe until the world exploded or something retarded like that. The plan formulated in his mind, and he attempted to relax the rest of the way home.

End chapter Two
Alrighty! Thanks for readin' folks! n.n I'm trying to update as often as possible, so ya might get another chapter tonight! Cassy keeps growling at me too, so... :x Yeah, most likely...hehe...n.n;;;;;;

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