Okay, I am officially making this a drabble series. I just have too much inspiration (AKA my friend doing uh, things...) to leave this. Yes, it is DarkxKrad (mostly Krad Dark ), and keep in mind all of these conversations actually happened, except the endings. Hah. Soooooo... onwards! Uhm, this one's sorta nasty... just a bit. Thank you for the reviews!

Disclaimer: I own neither Dark nor Krad, although I personally embody Dark while my friend embodies Krad. Don't even ask.

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Dark walked into the locker room, panting slightly. They had played baseball in PE today, and he had decided to actually do something for once. He was reaching for his locker when he heard a thud, and saw Krad leaning on the locker above his. His body tensed, ready to run, but Krad simply started to pet the unused locker above his. "Carpet locker..." he sighed, seemingly mesmerized. Dark gave him a funny look.

"Whatever you say." Dark opened his locker, grabbed his clothes, and went somewhere else to change. As soon as he was out of earshot, Krad's gaze fell to Dark's locker.

"Dark's locker," he whispered, grinning evilly.

As he was changing, Dark thought he heard strange noises coming from the direction his locker was in, but chose to ignore it.

Dark strolled back to his locker, and found Krad was standing to the side of it. They had both changed. He prepared himself for what he thought was coming, but Krad simply continued to stare at him. He was about to open his locker when his hand froze. "What's... all over my locker?"

Krad was currently zipping up his pants. "How would I know?" he replied, the picture of innocence. Dark gagged.

"Teacher..." Dark moaned. "I need a new locker..."

"Again?" the teacher sighed. "I can't keep giving you new lockers like this. This is what, the fourth one?"

"It's not my fault!" Dark protested. Krad suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

"Just give him a shower stall or something," Krad suggested, a devious grin on his face.

"NO!" Dark shouted.

"Or... he could always share mine."

Dark looked pleadingly at the teacher. "PLEASE give me a new locker... I'm begging you..."

The teacher sighed again. "Fine." She handed him a new locker number and combo. "But try to make this one last..."

"Thank you!" Dark grinned. He grabbed his backpack and ran out of the room, Krad trailing behind him.

"Honestly," the teacher mused. "I don't even understand how that gets to be on his locker anyways. Maybe that Krad boy has something to do with it...?"

No, you think?

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