Thanks for the reviews everyone! I feel so loved ; I'm so happy people like this fic so far. Well, here goes another chapter...this one probably more comical than the last...And if you think what I did to Dark was good, just wait till you see what I have in store for poor Krad... Enjoy!

(Ah, and as a side note, I'm skiping a few days...gomen! Right to the party! Yay!)

Please forgive any OOCness, as I have to play it by ear how they would react to certain situations, after this much time.....;;

I'm REALLY sorry this took so long to get up, and I hope to have the next one up in a shorter amount of time than it took for this one...gomen... .

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CHAPTER 4: Crashed Party

"Ah, what a perfect day for a pool party!" Ayame pulled the curtains away from the window, looking outside. It was a beautiful day, and definitely good pool weather. Nothing could make this day go wrong!

-A pool party, eh?- Except Dark that was.

"Yes, And YOU can't do anything to stop it." – Ayame then caught a glimpse of Dark's thoughts—Girls in bikinis splashing around in the pool. –"PERVERT!"

Yes, Ayame was very much like her mother.

At another familiar place on the other side of town, Yume Hikari woke to the bright sun at her window and birds chirping happily outside. She was now 14 years old, she had the world in the palm of her hands and nothing could go wrong today! Today would be different from her other parties, something always went wrong. Today would be different, or so she thought. Somewhere, deep inside, she knew there was something bad coming. Something...

"Yume, breakfast!" Risa called from the kitchen. Yume put the bad thought out her head and started to go downstairs. She stopped dead in her tracks when she could swear she heard laughter coming from what seemed like inside her. She shook that idea out her head as well, and continued downstairs for breakfast.

A few hours later...

"Cannonball!!!" Hiroshi yelled as he jumped off the diving board, splashing everyone in that end of the pool.

"HIROOO! I'm gonna get you for that!" Yume, being one of the closest people tackled Hiroshi, but only after giving him a face full of water. He blinked in confusion at first then splashed her back.

Ayame laughed, though she had gotten splashed as well, she didn't care as much. She laughed as poor Hiroshi got dunked again, and she thought she noticed a smile on Yume's face.

Ayame dived under the water, and when she came up she saw Kohaku coming around the side of the house. He was only a little late, but he had said he would be. Ayame got a warm sensation in her chest. She remembered the vague feeling a few nights ago in that dream...the one right before she woke up as Dark...it was the same. She jumped out of the pool and made way for the house.

"Ayame, where are you going?" Yume called after Ayame in mid splash.

Searching for a quick answer, Ayame yelled a quick, "Bathroom!" before she ran through the door and out of sight. As she got in the door, she felt herself be pushed out of control as she came in contact with something.

"What the hell?" Daiichi looked at the flustered man in front of him. He stared wide-eyed as he realized it was Dark. And not only was it Dark, but it was Dark...in a bikini. A pink one. (Really, now, Ayame has a thing for pink, doesn't she?)

Dark blushed a little, wishing he could grab something to hide what he just realized he was wearing. Anything would have been better. Even that nightgown from last time. At least that covered more. This was painfully tight!

Dark looked down at the shorter boy, who looked a lot like Daisuke. Daiichi's eyes widened like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not the fact that a good-looking man was wearing a bikini, but that it was Dark—that his fathers' stories were real.

Dark ran right past him as Daiichi blinked in confusion. Dark flew up the stairs and into a random room. He had hoped it to be vacant, but instead found Satoshi reading. Satoshi looked up from his book, and seeing dark almost revealing himself, smirked.

"Help yourself to my closet," Satoshi said, then went back to his book, smile widening.

Dark grabbed pants he hoped would fit and a shirt and, still blushing, found the bathroom to change. As he found the little clip to unhinge the tight bikini top, Dark heard Ayame curse wildly at him.

-Damn you! Give me back my body NOW!-

-Fine.- Dark closed his eyes and let Ayame resume control. He then smiled inwardly when Ayame realized her top was off. She screeched and got it back on as fast as she could.

Meanwhile, Yume was still wrestling with Hiroshi when something pulsed inside of her chest. She rememberd the strange laughter from that morning, and dazing out for a split second, got dunked, scoring Hiroshi another point. Yume broke the surface, gagging for air. She wasn't expecting to be dunked, so she didn't hold her breath, and inhaled water.

"Hey, you ok Yume?" Hiroshi asked. "You weren't expecting me to actually dunk you, did ya?"

"No, I'll be fine...I'll be right back," Yume found the side of the pool, feeling like she was about to throw up and ran inside to the bathroom. Finding the door closed, she knelt down trying to catch her breath across the hall. –this can't be good- she thought. –What was that feeling?-

The pain in her chest washed over her once again, and she cringed as she felt some foreign power take over. White wings found their way out of her back, and her short bluish hair lengthened and lightened. Her mind went blank as that power took over.

Krad opened his cold golden eyes and turned his head to the side, looking at the mirror on the bathroom door, extremely uncomfortable. His eyes widened in horror at what he saw. The golden haired man was wearing the skimpiest thing he had ever seen. A tiny yellow polka dotted bikini bottom sat tightly where it had fit comfortably on the girl moments before, while the top was ready to burst, it was stretching so far around his well built chest. An unfamiliar blush crossed his face...

...And only worsened when the door opened, revealing a young girl with a long red braid wearing a similar skimpy outfit in a bright pink color.

"What the hell? Who are you?!" Ayame was disturbed by the man in the sort of familiar bathing suit, yet couldn't resist thinking –wow...he'd kind of hot...-

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Eh, hope you liked! I got writers block in the middle, and couldn't think of what to do.....but, as you can see, I finished this chapter!