Thank you guys sooooooooo much for all of the reviews!

DaRk'AlChEmIsT'aNgEl'-AKA-'ALCHEMIST ANGEL: I'm glad you liked it who doesn't like KradxDark?

Dark Mousy 0: Yay! PEOPLE ARE ANTICIPATING THE INSANENESS! XD thanks for the fav

vampirelf: Hah, I bet they have talks like this aaaaaaaaaaalllll the time :D

Hiyusatsu: Glad you liked it! Thanks for fav :3

x FR3SH: I'll probably be updating this a loooooot until summer break... then it'll die until school starts up again

Phantom Fox: Heh... depends...

ZeimiChan. WingS.: Maybe he did, maybe he didn't ;D

Well, I actually wasn't at school today, but I WOULD have played my friend's team today, and I couldn't resist writing this one. Something like this probably would have happened anyways, if my friend played on first base...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to DNAngel besides some books and one DVD... Which is probably a good thing.

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Dark sulked into the locker room, not anticipating PE. They were still playing baseball, which he liked, but his team was playing... his today. Worst of all, he was their first-baseman. Dark prayed that he would hit a double or triple and just breeze right by first, but he knew that was impossible. He sighed and quickly got dressed. Krad waltzed in when he was pulling his shirt on, late, as usual. He smirked at him. "Well, I do believe my team is playing yours today, Dark."

"Yes..." Dark moaned. He hurried out of the locker room before Krad could harass him further, steeling himself for the coming 90 minutes.

Dark squinted. He was up to bat, and could see Krad practically hopping in anticipation on first base. The sun was in his eyes, and he secretly hoped that it would screw up his swing and he'd end up striking out. He thought about it, and decided it wasn't likely. A big hit would be best, one that went way out into right field. However, he needed the perfect pitch in order for that to be possible. He prayed the pitcher would be able to do it.

Instead, the pitcher threw a wild ball that hit him squarely in the chest.

"Player hit!" the catcher roared. "Automatic walk!"

Dark's heart sank. He hadn't been hit hard, but he took his time walking to first base. Krad looked at him with amusement in his eyes. Dark ignored him and crouched on the base, ready to run. This proved to be a bad idea, as it caused Krad to grab his rear end. He yelped and almost fell over, blushing furiously. As he turned to glare at Krad, he found he was looking upwards innocently, as if nothing had happened. Dark warily turned around and stood on the base again, standing up straight this time.

Standing up straight did help, but Dark felt light touches from Krad every so often. He mentally cursed the batter for not being able to hit the ball. Krad started to caress his shoulder, and Dark was about to turn around and kick him when the batter suddenly hit the ball. Dark cheered loudly. He made to sprint to first, but found he couldn't move. He looked down, and saw a long arm hooked around his waist. Krad was still looking innocently at the sky.

Dark flailed his arms and legs, but could not break free of Krad's grasp. His team was shouting at him to run, seemingly blind to the fact that the opposing team's first-baseman was clinging tightly to him. "LET GO OF ME!" he yelled at Krad. Krad ignored him. The ball was thrown to first, and Krad somehow pulled off a one-handed double play, managing to tag Dark under his shirt without anyone noticing. He released Dark, triumph in his eyes.

"Isn't that against the rules or something?" Dark grumbled.

"Probably," Krad replied bluntly. "But only if someone notices it."

Dark muttered darkly (A/N: hooHOO! Bad pun!) all the way back to the dugout. The rest of the game proceeded in much the same way, and when the period was over, Dark felt throughly violated. He was about to head into the locker room when the teacher started to speak.

"Now, I know you all like baseball, but today was the last day of the unit," she announced. The class groaned. "However, the next sport we are going to play is..."

Please be badminton... Dark prayed. That or running...

"...football!" The class cheered, and Dark nearly passed out. He stood there, stunned, as the rest of the class shuffled to the locker rooms.

"See you tomorrow, Dark," Krad whispered as he passed Dark.

Dark screamed.

-FIN-