Ok! This chapter will have slight yaoi content so if you don't like that kind of thing...don't read it and don't complain. Ok, third chapter, here we go...

Chapter THREE
Klonoa moans softly, arching his back slightly so he can press up against the King of Sorrow a bit harder. The King of Sorrow smiles trailing his hands down Klonoa's sides then moving them down between his legs. Klonoa moans loudly as he feels fingers start to probe him, first lightly, then with increased pressure. He starts to gasp lightly as he feels something warm and wet trail up his most sensitive part...then everything starts to spin and then fades to black.

Klonoa bursts awake from his sleep gasping. He carefully looks under his sheet and frowns lightly at the whiteish, sticky liquid splashed on his bed and legs. "Just great..." He mumbles getting up to get dressed. "It was a dream...just a dream..." He whispers to himself as he cleans up the mess off his black fur. He suddenly stops as a thought crosses his mind. A delicious and intimate thought, causing him to halt his actions entirely. In the next room, the King of Sorrow was awake also podering over a very similar dream that he had awaken from just moments ago. Klonoa shakes his head to dispell the image from his mind as he wanders into the hall and down to the laundry room, suprised to find that the King of Sorrow was down there already putting his sheets in the washer. "Good morning Klonoa." He says his white cheeks turning red upon seeing him. Klonoa smiles bidding him a good morning in reply, his cheeks too, a red color. "How come you're washing your sheets Hyu' ?" Klonoa asks desperatley tryingto start a mild conversation. The King stuffs the rest of his sheets and blanket in the washer, his face had become a brighter red color. "Oh no reason...just wanna wash them.." He mumbles avoiding his gaze. "Me too.." Klonoa quickly answers putting in his sheets with the King's hoping he hadn't noticed why he was washing them.
Later that day...around 5:30..
"Say, the next town over are gonna shoot off fireworks later at about midnight!" Tat says to everyone excitedly. "Well, we won't see them will we? We'll all be asleep or half dead by then." Janga says cooly, imediatly killing Tat's happy mood. Guntz shrugs the loads his gun. "I'm gonna go out and do some target practice." He says then heads outside. Popka is sitting on a counter next to a pot of stew trying to steal some but Lolo swats away his claw telling him to wait for dinner. "But..I'm hungry!" He whines. The priestess in training sighs. "Just wait, and when dinner rolls around you'll get the first and largest helping, ok?" Popka cheers to this then leaves the kitchen. Klonoa was sitting comfortably on the sill of an open window, in a half daydream state until Guntz comes back in and pokes him.
A blackness had covered the used to be dimly lighted sky of evening. Night had fallen.