Okay, I really died, and I'm very sorry for that. I sorta got... grounded. So it's actually not my fault... this time. On a happier note, I came back from punishment and had over 700 hits! Thanks for reading this thing!

I'm gonna pass on replying to people on this one, and I'm sorry for that too, but I can seriously feel my attention span running off to join my brain in some alternate dimension. As for a more rational excuse, I'm still pretty tired.

So, these are two short(ish) stories, one of which me and my friend came up with ten days ago, but I didn't have time to type it before I got grounded. It's a cross between what actually happened and what we talked about. The other (veeeeeeeery short one) we came up with just today. Enjoy?

Krad has some fun in these ones...

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Softball. Dark was actually excited about PE for once; they were actually playing a game he was good at for once (A/N: The reason Dark and Krads' talents keep switching is because it's going from our actual talents to ones that would be more like the actual characters'. It changes depending on the story). On top of that, he didn't have to hurry to get a good mitt because he was the only lefty in the class. Everyone got ready to play, and the teacher soon told them to take ten or fifteen minutes to just play catch. Krad and Jack (A/N: yes, Jack is going to be in many of these from now on) skipped up to Dark happily, which caused him to sigh. Jack only played when he wanted to, and Krad just let the ball shoot past him.

Once they had gotten an area of grass to plat in, Dark threw the ball to Krad, who sidestepped it and let it roll past him. Dark rolled his eyes. "Fetch?" he said hopefully. Jack snorted. Krad, to everyone's surprise, dropped down onto all fours and shot towards the ball. He picked it up and trotted back to Dark, who was currently gaping at him. The ball fell in front of Dark's feet, and Krad made a strange noise you would generally expect from a dog or a small child. Dark bent over, picked up the ball, and threw it again. Sure enough, Krad charged at it again.

"Hey, this is kind of fun!" Dark said in surprise.

"It'll never last," Jack said to no one in particular. "He's planning something, wait and see."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

Dark and Krad played 'catch' for a bit, until Dark threw the ball one last time.

"Ball! Ball! Ball!" Krad shot after the ball again, but skidded to a stop halfway to it. He turned around to face Dark, a devious grin on his face. "Dark," he said.

"Oh crap..." Dark turned to run.

"Dark! Dark! Dark!" Krad chanted, and it inexplicably sounded like a funeral march to Dark. He shot after Dark, who was already running. It did not take him long to catch up to Dark, because he was surprisingly fast on all fours. He took a bounding leap and landed right on top of Dark. He started licking him, but in the way that an excited dog licks it's owner every time he walks in the doorway. Dark shielded his face with his hands, and tried to shake him off.

"Jack, help me!" he shouted desperately.

All Jack could do was laugh.

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Okay, this next one is because Krad is Dark spelled backwards, so Krad is sort of a reflection of Dark... shut up, this thought came to me after three hours of testing and nowhere near enough sleep.

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Dark rolled out of bed, fighting the urge to throw his alarm clock against a wall. He got up, grabbed his clothes, and went into the bathroom to change. His shirt was off and he was about to change his pants when he heard a cough. "W-what?" he stammered. "Who's there?" He heard a string of curses.

"Well, I guess I blew my cover." Was that... "Look what I discovered I can do!" Dark's reflection slowly morphed into Krad's, and grinned at him. Dark shrieked.

"W-what– how— GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" he finally bellowed. Krad ignored him.

"Look what else I can do!" He slowly reached his hand out, and it went through the mirror into Dark's bathroom. He climbed out and had latched onto Dark before he could scream again. "I can't believe I coughed." he sighed. "You were about to take your pants off too!"

"I hate mirrors!"

"Come now, don't be shy!" Krad said cheerily. "I only discovered this a week ago, I haven't been watching you for nearly long enough yet!" His hands moved lower, lower.

"MOM!"

Emiko always thought Dark had asked some weird things of her, but when she saw Krad poised to jump on top of her half-naked son, she gladly removed all the mirrors from his room and bathroom. Krad would just find another way in, but she really didn't want her son to know that... yet.

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Ha... haha...

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FIN!