With Kosuke's butt beaten to a plump, he finally escaped Emiko's wrath and slowly sat town on the couch. He hesitated for about five minutes, "Ow…OOOOW….owwwowowowowwow…OW."

Daisuke looked at his mom. Emiko was glaring at Kosuke as he was slowly progressing his butt to the couch. Krad was trying not to laugh for two reasons: the first was so that Emiko wouldn't beat the crap out of HIM, and the second was so that Kosuke would be nice about the situation he and Satoshi were in. Satoshi was leaning on the thin slab of wall making an entry way to the kitchen with his arms crossed across his no longer flat chest. Daisuke walked over to Kosuke and tried helping him sit down. "Here Dad." He grabbed him by one of the shoulders and helped him slowly sit. Kosuke smiled at Daisuke, "Thanks." He then turned his attention over to Satoshi and Krad. "Okay, so I understand that you tried to perform a separation. Now, which way did you do it?"

Krad glanced over at Satoshi as if to say "do you want to explain it or do I have to?" but Satoshi made no eye contact. Kosuke glanced back and forth at each of them. "Anyone care to explain it?"

Satoshi stepped forward and dropped his arms at his side. "I'll tell you what happened."

Kosuke sat forward and listened carefully.

"Krad and I wanted a separation, but we didn't know how, well, I dint know how. Krad told me that there was one way that he knew of, and that was to paint it. So we spent all night doing this painting, and at sunrise what was on the painting actually happened."

Kosuke leaned his elbows on his knees and folded his hands, which were covering his mouth slightly. "So what went wrong?"

Satoshi pointed at Krad with his thumb, "This nitwit forgot what kind of separation it was! As soon as the separation was done, we were both women! AND I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

Krad smirked, "I don't mind."

Satoshi's eye twitched out of frustration.

"Do you have the painting still?"

Kosuke's voice was completely serious. Satoshi blinked and nodded.

"Go get it and bring it here."

Krad looked over at Kosuke, "Why does it matter?"

"The painting?"

"Yeah."

"Well, your painting determines the way you get fixed."

"I DON'T WANNA GET FIXED! I WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN!" Krad screamed as he jumped up in his seat and closed his legs and brought his knees up to his chest, rocking back and forth in the fettle position. Kosuke and Satoshi blinked and were surprised at what Krad just said. Daisuke spoke up, "You do!"

"……..cough cough achoo!" Krad ignored the question and continued to rock back and forth while whistling. Kosuke sat up and became serious again, "I didn't mean 'fix' THAT way."

"…I knew that."

"So, anyways, will you both go get the painting?"

"Why do we both have to go?"

"You have to stay close together."

"WHAT! WHY!"

"Just in case."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kosuke now hated that question. "Because most cures won't work right if the two beings aren't constantly in contact with each other."

"…that's gayness on a bun."

"Sorry, that's the way it works."

"Nuts to that…"

Krad got out of his chair and walked over to Satoshi, "Well, let's go…"

Satoshi looked at Krad, 'You really want to turn back into a man?"

"No! But I'm doing this because I care about you! You blue-haired, gender-confused thing!" Satoshi blinked. He couldn't believe that Krad actually CARED about him. He smiled and walked out the door with Krad. "Thanks, Krad."

"Ehh…"