Shigure: She's back again.

Dark: Oh brother.

Shigure: She'll be acting like Ritsu.

Dark: Who's that?

Shigure: In the Furuba series, Ritsu is the man who dresses like a girl and apologizes furiously. (I'm from Furuba! Yes I am!)

Dark: You mean she's going to dress up as a guy and apologize madly?

Shigure: I thought she always dressed up as a guy.

Heka: Sooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy!Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I am so sorry that I'm late! I've been getting a rather bad writer's block recently, funny things aren't coming as they used to you know…

Shigure, Dark: No, we don't.

Heka: Shigure! You should know! You're an author!

Shigure: Ah yes. Writer's block. Mit-san always has an ability to create those.

Mit-san: Sensei!

Shigure: Oh dear.

Mit-san: Sensei? Sensei! Sensei! You're not allowed to run today!

Dark: Who?

Heka: His editor. Which, thank goodness, I don't have one.

Shigure: Goodbye friends.

Dark: Yes. Goodbye.

Heka: On with the story!

The Harada twins were caught up in some nightmare that would only happen in stupid horror movies. Why was it so agonizing and who the heck up there designed it so that they would be the few who would experience it?

Whosever up there had a cruel sense of humour.

They were caught in a picnic so devastating terrifying that Risa, as the younger and naturally more sensitive of the twins, was about to go around the bend and start singing songs like 'this is the song that never ends...'

Riku was basically in shock and thus was unable to move.

That however, hadn't prevented the more mischievous of the Niwa family, that is, Towa Chan, from drawing a mustache on her face using some permanent markers. No one had said anything about it. Everyone was too afraid to do so, not wanting to see or hear Riku's reaction even though they could get to oh, about six miles away before she actually discovered she had been doodled upon.

It was soon reaching five, and the families were starting to pack up and go home when Riku suddenly snapped out of her stunned expression.

'How about Daisuke?' she asked everyone else.

Risa smiled at her.

'Let's go visit him then!'

Riku nodded her head and got up, ignorant that everyone was inwardly laughing at her face. Grandfather Tsuba regained his composure and opened the door for the twins for them to enter the car. Riku happened to glance at the dark glass of the car and noticed that there was something wrong with her face.

'Is there anything on my face, Risa?' she asked, touching her face instinctively.

Risa blanched and flushed. 'N-nothing, sister.'

Grandfather Tsuba wisely decided to look away before his urge to laugh gave him away.

Riku noticed that the Niwa family was sneaking away just as Risa turned away too, to hide her snicker. She glowered at the indiscriminating family.

'WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FACE!' she screeched just as the family started running.

Daisuke could only remember rolling about on the floor, desperately dodging all the great big flaming balls of fire as the dragon statues shot at him repeatedly. When he had evaded the first blast of fire, he remembered hearing a sound 'BOOP', like the door behind him had been blown out of its hinges. He really couldn't be bothered now, what with his clothes and body in danger of burning up in flames and the fact that Dark was screaming out ridiculous remarks in his head wasn't really helping.

'No nonononono watch out for the smear on the floor! The clothes will get stained!'

'What smear!' Daisuke yelled as he landed on a crouch at the left corner of the room. He saw that a corridor was quite close to him and made his mind up.

'Ach, never mind. Fireball!'

Daisuke leapt from his crouch and NEARLY rolled into the empty corridor as another fireball landed at where he was a couple of seconds ago before he heard a soft 'whoosh' and a 'pop' and the next thing he knew was that he was in a net. A rather tight net, to be exact.

'Oh damn it...' Dark muttered to himself as Daisuke fumbled with the close netting. 'The arrows! That was what they were for!'

'Yes! I guessed, Dark!' Daisuke cried, his voice raising in hysteria as the net grew tighter and the flames crept closer. 'Help me get out of this!'

'Hey, I'm not allowed to do so, Daisuke.' Dark shrugged. 'If you die, leave the clothing to me okay?'

'Dark!' Daisuke yelled, exasperated, as he stretched the flimsy material which, ironically, held him trapped. He tugged harder and harder, hoping that his family hadn't truly planned his death in this kind of situation; and pulled with all his might.

The net still held on.

Becoming more desperate, he started biting at the material, which strangely felt like raffia string. Getting an idea, he started gnawing at the rope like an animal. Dark groaned.

'What? The noble Niwa family reduced to biting through a rope?' he sneered. Daisuke growled inwardly.

'Who cares, dark, I'm getting out of this trap no matter what...' he muttered through the rope and his teeth. Grinding his teeth deeper, he finally felt the material weaken under the onslaught as he noticed, once more with frightening clarity, that the flames were almost onto him.

The rope snapped between his teeth. Spitting out bits of rope with distaste, Daisuke pulled at the opening he made with more vigor, and heard the satisfying snapping sounds as the net disintegrated into pieces.

Leaping out from the floor, he patted several parts of his more sensitive anatomy, as they had decided to catch fire just as he broke free from his bonds. Ignoring the pain, he jumped towards the corridor and was awarded by the flooding of lights as he stood up in silent awe, watching the luxurious red carpet in the hall burn up.

And then he noticed that the red carpet extended throughout the huge roomy hall, into the corridors, and he looked at his feet.

He was standing on the red carpet.

'Crap,' Dark muttered as Daisuke started sprinting again.

He was passing doors... desperately he wrenched one of the doors opened and nearly tipped over as he saw that the door opened to a huge chasm which appeared to be endless.

'Mother really went all out this time eh?' Daisuke gasped, his fists gripping the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles were white.

'Yes!' Dark agreed fervently. 'She really did. Now get moving before we become charbroiled.'

Satoshi blinked and opened his eyes, sitting up on the cold marble floor. Looking around, he saw that the place was undeniably shiny, with a classic 'ping'-ing quality in it, and as he looked down, he saw intricate symbols carved onto the floor and suddenly realized what horrible thing had happened.

'Ah crap.'

'I see that you're awake! Hello Satoshi-kun! Good morning!'

'It's not morning. It's evening,' Satoshi muttered. 'What happened?'

'Krad grinned, okay- Satoshi didn't actually see it happened but he could feel Krad's evil grin because he knew Krad so well, as if you were Krad you would grin too right?- and didn't reply. Satoshi's eyebrows went up.

'Tell the truth.'

'No!'

'Tell the truth!'

'Never!'

'Fine. Don't tell me. I'm not interested anyway,' Satoshi replied, crossing his arms.

'Then I'll tell you then since you're not interested. It will sooooo irritate you soooo!' Krad laughed, dragging out several select syllables. 'After you got exploded by the evil flaming door, we fleeeeewwwwwww into a BUSH! And then the bush caught FIRE! And then-'

Satoshi didn't need Krad's over-explosive explanation to get the picture. He must have fainted after that and Krad, being the idiot that he was, must have moved in for the kill.

'-all dead and such and I, being the great and generous Krad that I am, decided to override your systems and get you out of there before you were buuuuurrrrnnnnnttttt to death!' he bellowed rather self-righteously.

'Don't lie to me. You did that to save yourself,' Satoshi muttered, rolling his eyes.

Krad pouted. 'I didn't do nothing, no!'

Satoshi groaned inwardly. Triple negatives? Oh how he hated English.

'So what are you doing now pray tell?' he asked in general, as he worked out the triple negatives, i.e. Krad did do nothing getting rid of the last 'no', Krad didn't do anything, citing the 'nothing' and finally... Krad did do nothing, resulting with the final 'didn't'.

English was a complicated language.

'We're flying!' Krad exclaimed rather unhelpfully.

'I know, you stupid angel, I can hear the birds screaming as they dodge you. Tell me where we are,' Satoshi muttered.

'We're flying over some sand... there's a bush, another bush, ooh the broken door... the house approaches!' Krad shouted, giving Satoshi an earful with his running commentary. 'Do you want me to land?'

Satoshi merely decided on glaring. He had a lot of things that he felt that he could do to Krad right now but he decided to glare just for the sake of doing so. 'Yes Krad. If you don't land-'

'Can we buy Pocky then?' Krad cut in hopefully.

'No. Land. Now.' Satoshi ordered. 'And change back into me. Or else.'

The snow white angel landed easily in the yard of the Gorijuun Mansion, where they had been previously blown to oblivion by a fireball. Now the doorway was opened but he could still hear the roaring of the fire as the dragons continued blasting the front hall. Satoshi knew that he had to wait for a while for the flames to subside, and sadly, give Daisuke the jumpstart that he so obviously required. Bugger life.

Then Krad added something which would make Satoshi curse and swear about his life for a few more minutes.

'But Satoshi-kun perhaps you failed to notice? You're naked.'

Risa could only watch in stunned silence as she saw the person she resembled so much beat the life out of the Niwa family. She couldn't help feeling sorry for her sister, the word 'lesbian' had been scrawled over her face and neck, saying something about Towa-Chan's writing skills. Then there was the little sun and moon graffiti on her nose and the cat's face on her forehead with the words written again, 'Riku the cat killing goddess of doom' across her forehead, over the cat's face, when cats had absolutely nothing to do with the entire situation.

Perhaps Towa-Chan liked cats.

However, her grandfather dragged her away, whispering to her that they had better leave now before night really fell. Kosuke had also taken up residence at the saner side of life, dragging a furiously gesturing Emiko and a placid looking grandfather away from the brawl and into the car.

And then he very bravely, in everyone's opinion, dived into the smoky battleground and dragged Riku away from the kicking maid. Riku's face hadn't changed much, Towa-Chan had made sure of that, writing everything in permanent marker, and Riku was nearly crying in exasperation.

'I can't get rid of them! I can't! I just can't!' Riku had muttered over and over to herself. Risa was beginning to think otherwise of what thought to be a harmless prank: perhaps Riku might be mentally scarred for life? Grandfather Tsuba was taking care of the situation with magnificent calm.

'Come on, Riku dear, we'll get you all cleaned up... go to the nearest house and find the bathroom and some soap and you're as good as new!'

'If it was that easy,' Riku sobbed into her hands as she got into the car, 'why are they called permanent markers then?'

'Well...' Grandfather hesitated. Risa decided to be kind to her poor elder sister for once.

'It's just advertising. They're always lying you know...'

Riku stopped sniffing into her hands and looked up with a new steely glint in her eye.

'Well I hope so. Or else that Towa woman's going to get it so bad that she wouldn't know what drew on her!'

Risa knew that this was supposed to make her frightened or filled with slight dread as their grandfather got into the driver's seat in front of them. However the sight of Riku with a badly drawn face and the words 'cat killing goddess' still quite clear in the dim lighting of the car, the words didn't really have the same effect as they should have- actually all she felt like doing was laughing.

Dark breathed a sigh of relief as Daisuke finally entered one room with no evil traps, monsters or other oddities that the woman might have installed in a fit of enthusiasm. They had passed by many rooms, opening practically all the doors, filled with enough traps to practically kill off the entire state of North Korea but no statuette. there was one room where all there had been was light and while Daisuke stupidly blindfolded himself and decided to work on his sense of touch as he crawled on his knees, Dark had been screaming dire warnings into his head as well, on about how, with his eyes closed was he able to find the statuette? Did he even know how it looked it? Or perhaps...

All had ended when Daisuke picked something which vaguely felt like a statue but when he opened his eyes in the bright room, nearly blinding himself in the process was a stick of very nicely carved dynamite.

The fuse was burning.

Daisuke escaped the room just in time before the stick exploded, taking the bright searchlight in the room with it.

There had been another room which led to another room and another door which opened back to the next room with pretty flowers as the wallpaper and then there was another door which led back to the same corridor that Daisuke had been when he opened the first door. The poor boy had been horribly confused by the door-maze and had gone through the entire thing all over again just to be sure that he wasn't missing anything.

'Your mother is mad.'

Now as Daisuke walked slowly into the centre of the room, looking around and absorbing his surroundings, which reminded him of a vintage hotel, Dark suddenly remembered the fire.

'Hey is it still burning out there? Close the door so as to prevent us from being burnt to death... you know, the usual.'

Daisuke peeped out of the door. 'Nope it isn't burning any more. Funny.'

Daisuke looked around. The room was strangely a hexagonal shape, with six sides. The floor was made of pink velvet and the lights in the room were kerosene powered. There weren't many lights anyway. Stepping into the centre of the room, Daisuke looked around and scratched his head. There were absolutely no windows around. As he stood there tapping his foot, he suddenly heard a far off rumble. The ground he was stepping on sank by a few inches and in fright, Daisuke leapt off the depression. Sinking for a few inches, it stopped and the ceiling opened up over the depression and a table fell into the slight hole, fitting it perfectly. Drawn on the surface of the table, which was also six-sided, was a six sided star with two points that were opposite of each other painted in the same colours. The star was basically like a whole net, where lines had been drawn across each other and where they intercepted, circles had been drawn, like a place something was supposed to stand on. Each point of the star had six circles, which fitted into the point perfectly. Daisuke heard Dark gasp.

'Oh your mother is a wicked one...' he muttered as counters began dropping onto the circles in the star. 'This is Chinese Checkers. you're in charge of one group of six counters and you're supposed to get to the other side of your point, see the same colours... yes get there before your opponent.'

There were eighteen counters of three different colours on the six sided star, six counters occupying one colour of one point of the star. The rumbling stopped as a piece of paper floated down onto the table.

Daisuke picked it up and read it.

'Cross the game to leave the room

Lose the game to gain an untimely doom.'

Dark groaned. 'Man your mother is lame. If she wants to think up of riddles and rhymes, at least think up of better ones!'

'I wonder what my untimely doom...is,' Daisuke wondered out loud. As if on cue, the room rumbled again and the six walls of the hexagonal room moved an inch closer. Daisuke froze.

'Oka-san's going to kill me!' he shrieked, running for the door, which slammed shut in his face. Daisuke scrabbled at the knob, the hinges, anything but the door wouldn't budge.

'Nooooo!'

Satoshi sat, stiff with shock. He could not believe that he, Hikari Satoshi, youngest commander of the police force ever, would be reduced to this.

Stealing clothes. Stealing clothes from what appeared to be a female's room.

Krad sighed. 'I'm sorry Satoshi-kun but there wasn't any other choice! Unless you wanted the kiddies' room of course...'

He and Krad were in the second floor of the house, Krad threw a brick at the window of the room, only to see a huge hammer swing out from in the room smashing the window from the inside and of course, throwing the brick back at them with huge force. The duo had been silenced by this for a few seconds, as they contemplated where- no, what they would have been should they have actually just flew through the window into the room. Krad gulped.

'Well.'

'Mrs. Niwa's skill at trapping is commendable,' Satoshi breathed.

'Yes. Very.'

They had stepped very cautiously into the room as well, only to see the floor strewn with tiny jacks, jacks which, instead of the conventional pricking your feet, went for exploding them. Hovering over the floor, Krad had squirmed his way to the cupboard and thrown it open only to get a very big punch in the face. Knocked out he landed on the floor, setting off a chain reaction with the excitable jacks which still didn't wake him up. Satoshi took control and peeped into the cupboard and was immediately frozen.

Krad, back in Satoshi's head and fresh from his encounter with the exploding jacks, sulked as Satoshi looked around the room, trying to forget what he just saw in the cupboard.

There were many toys about in this room, toys which looked like they had never been played with before. A tiny bed, almost like a cot, besides the window and at the corner of the room, was the cupboard. There wasn't anything else in the room, just toys, toys and more toys, all of different sizes and shapes. The door stood innocently at the other end of the room. Covering the wall of the room were tessellations of diamonds and shapes of many different sizes, and when Satoshi felt them, they were made out of velvet, like the floor. The whole room was a very bright magenta but in the sunset, looked sad and forsaken.

'Poor child.' said Satoshi automatically.

'There was one?' Krad asked. 'I thought no one played here.'

'Whatever.'

Rummaging through the cupboard, Satoshi pulled out what he felt was the least feminine dress. The stupid person who lived here apparently loved dresses as there were no pants of any kind. Krad took one look at the dress and started laughing.

'Oh, yes, wear that Satoshi! Pllleeaasssseee! For me?'

The dress was pastel pink and it reached down to his ankles; there was also a small white lacy cardigan with little flowers embroidered at the sides, to wear over the pink dress, which was flowery enough, thank you very much. (Think Yuki from Fruits Basket, on the day of the Carnival the school had. Episode 6 or 7 I think.)

Pulling it over his head, Satoshi had to endure peals of mocking laughter from Krad and he silently contended for thinking of methods to torture Krad when this entire ordeal was over. Oh he was going to enjoy himself later.

However, now was business. As he buttoned the stupid lacy cardigan on, he was wondering, how come Dark always wore what the Niwa kid wore? His conclusion: Dark didn't have his own uniform but Krad did. That was a rather unfair advantage or disadvantage, as Satoshi's train of thought hurdled on through his head on the steel cold railway which were his line of thought.

'Boo!' Krad shouted in Satoshi's head, derailing his entire train and blowing it up in the process. 'Don't think you can think funny things with me thinking up of the funnier things in your head!'

'Go away, Krad. Go to sleep or something.'

'No! I want to sing the green bottle song!'

'Get one mole of green bottles. I'd like to see you calculate that.'

'What's one mole?' Krad asked. 'How many green bottles are there?'

'One mole has... six to the power of twenty-three green bottles.' Satoshi supplied.

'No! I don't wanna! You always add such evil stuff for me to do! I don't like you anymore Satoshi!'

'Well that's new.'

Krad's eyes grew larger as a tiny thought flew into his head. 'Oh! Do you know the song about rain?'

'What song?' Satoshi asked casually as he cleared his sneakers of sand and dirt.

''It's raining it's pouring, the old man is snoring' that song?' Krad asked again.

'Yes the man gets a bump on his head and he can't wake up... what about it?'

'I think it's very sadistic and evil. The man gets a bump on his head and he can't get up in the morning! It shall be my new theme song!' Krad announced. 'I suppose he died,' he added as an afterthought. 'But that's too much to hope for.'

Satoshi stood up and stretched himself. Krad smirked.

'Can you catch Dark now, Charlene?'

'Shut up,' Satoshi muttered as he pulled the door open.

Heka: There you go! 7 pages of… not-so-mad insanity. Alas, my skill is forsaking me!

Shigure: Isn't so bad after all ja?

Dark: Hey! How come Krad gets his own uniform and all I get is that kid's stuff?

Heka: Ask the producer. Ask the author.

Dark: I demand a new dress code!

Daisuke: My uniforms aren't good enough?

Emiko: I made them!

Dark: Oh. Right. Haha. Sorry.

Heka: Whooo… I'm looking into another Dark/Riku story; probably I'll put that as the second part of Night of White…

Shigure: Honestly, she can't find another title…

Dark: Nah, she's too lazy to.

Heka: Ahem.

Sesshoumaru: What is this Sesshoumaru still doing here?

Rin: Because I like chocolate.

Dark: You brought him back!

Heka: He never left.

Dark: Why you little…!

Shigure: Please review and such while we murder Heka for having that funny white guy over okay?