AN : FORGIVE ME! (dodges rotten vegetables and bicycles) I've been busy all July with this play, the Music Man. Yesterday was opening night… 3 more shows! Except, I'll probably have this story up on Sunday, and today is Friday. Oh well, I'll just see what happens! Onto the story!

Only one letter left! Oh yeah! Satosih then jumped up and started sing Dragostea din tei! "Ma-ia-hii Ma-ia-huu Ma-ia-hoo Ma-ia-haha!" (AN : I'm listening to that right now, and I thought it would be funny to make him sing that… lsiten to that song, and try to imagine Satoshi singing it… very funny !)

Read the last letter, already! OKAY! And Satoshi read the last letter, continuing to hum.

Dear Hikari Satoshi-san,

You do not know me yet. You may never know me, really. But, I'm sorry if this sounds creepy… I know you. Though, if I am correct, we may be meeting sooner than I had thought.

The rest of the letter was in a foreign language, that Satoshi could not understand.

Krad? What's this? It's… oh no. What? It's from the Societe des Tenshianges. What language is that? It's the real language, the speaking version of The Speech, in whch the world was created. Well what does it say? Um… you don't need to know that. It won't be too long until you find out, anyways…OK, then… Satoshi just left the letter in a drawer, and left for the Museum, where Dark was planning to steal another piece of art. You did think of a plan to catch Dark, right? Um… yeah.

When they get back…

You IDIOT! That was the STUPIDEST plan EVER! Satoshi inwardly yelled, as he stomped into the apartement, threw of his shoes, and sank into his desk chair. To turn into you and KILL DARK? BAKABAKABAKABAKA! But… NO BUTS! Satoshi-sama…SHUT UP! But, Satoshi! WHAT DID I SAY? AARRRRRGGGH! The worst plan ever, and of course, there was Dark taunting me, talking about mail, and how it could be mismailed, but there's always mail that isn't mismailed in it… wait. Was it DARK that was responsible for all my mismailed mail? Aieh… SATO-CHAN! LOOK OUT! Krad, DON'T CALL ME THAT! But… oh whatever.

With a woosh, a mountain of mail fell on top of Satoshi. Uso… I forgot about the mail in the attic…

THE END!

AN: The end! The letter has to do with another story I'm writing… but which one? You'll have to read them and find out! Then again, it may be a while 'till I get that story up… but maybe not! And, whoa, hey! I finished this story, and it's only been 10 minutes since I started it! Gotta go post this…! Hope you liked the story!

Yay for blue popsicles, -Bowleena