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Chapter 7

Krad fumbled around his house, trying to clean it up for his turn to host the infamous poker night. Kurai watched, somewhat worried at this new behavior. Every now and then, Krad would stop in the middle of cleaning one room and change rooms.

"Krad, why don't ask me to help? I can get this done in less than three seconds..." Kurai asked the flustered blonde.

"Would you? It wouldn't be too much to ask?" Krad looked pleadingly at her.

Kurai snapped her fingers and everything was in it's right place. She smiled, "Do you want cookies for poker night?"

"NO!"

Meanwhile, at the Niwa residence, Dark and Daisuke were... fighting. About what is the question with the strangest answer you could possibly think of.

"No, Dark, that's an oxymoron. You can't see a live ghost!"

"But I saw a real live ghost!"

"YOU CAN'T SEE A REAL LIVE GHOST!"

Back to Krad... who was passed out on the floor from panic. Actually, Kurai jumped on his shoulders and scared him so he fell and hit his head. At least he wasn't bleeding. No, wait... he's bleeding.

"Krad? I'm so sorry, please wake up! Come on, you're a freakin' homicidal maniac! You've taken worse hits from Dark!" Kurai stuffed Krad's head n a bucket of ice.

"COLD!"

Kurai hugged him, poor guy. "YAY! You're okay!"

"Thanks, now I gotta finish getting stuff ready for tonight..." He sat there a minute then added, "Get off me..."

Kurai freed him from her grasp, "You mean, we have to get stuff ready for poker night."

Krad sighed, there was no fighting with that girl, even if you know you're right. In an argument, she could win with a technicality. She should be a lawyer... "Okay, we're in need of food... but nothing cookie related. Pocky and cake. And ice cream...and more stuff. Were can we go to get such things...?"

"Duh." Kurai remarked. Krad looked at her, puzzled. In her know-it-all tone she said simply, "Wal-mart." Of course this made Krad feel incredibly stupid, not to put too fine a point on it.

When they got to the mart of walls, they bought every item of junk food they could find. That happened to be quite a lot. They even bought milk bones for Kikiji. In the checkout line, the cashier looked at them funny, but didn't ask. Smart move on her part. Krad and Kurai arrived back at the house just in time to set everything up. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, I don't want you to answer the door we it's Dark." She almost skipped up the stairs and to the door. Putting on a big grin, she opened it to find a very battered Daisuke. "Are you alright?"

"Did you know that it's not an oxymoron? Nope, Dark proved me wrong... It's not an oxymoron... not... not oxy... Dark proved not oxy... Dark... moron..." Daisuke mumbled as he made his way to the basement.

"Odd. Oh, hi To-to." A little bird flew past her head. "What a strange family..."

Dark showed up a little while later with a rubber chicken. Kurai could only wonder what the chicken was for. She guessed she'd find out later. After everyone got there, it was time to deal the cards. Kurai went to te basement with the food and found Krad and Dark fighting over the chicken.

"It's a Hikari work, that makes it mine!" Dark pulled on the head of the poor chicken while Krad pulled at the feet.

"How does that make it yours! I'm the Hikari here!"

"What's going on here?" Kurai asked

"He stole my rubber chicken!" Krad and Dark both yelled at the same time.

"Do I have to put you two in the Fear Room!" She scorned them like a teacher would.

"Ooh, a fear room, I'm sooo scared." Dark didn't believe a thing she said. "I'd love to see this 'Fear Room' of yours."

"This way..." Kurai led him to a closet, she opened it and motioned for him to go in. He did, and she closed and locked the door behind him. "Okay, have fun now, bye." Krad and Kurai left him to his moosy fate (invader zim). Okay, so it wasn't very moosy.

Kurai dealt the cards and used Dark's money for the betting. The first round was just a regular round of poker, nothing special. Then they started betting on how long Dark would last in the room without panicking. Kurai bet he wouldn't last half an hour, Krad bet not five minutes, Satoshi bet an hour, Daisuke bet two hours, and Wiz bet three minutes and twenty three and a half seconds.

"Agh! Noooo! Make it stop!" They heard Dark yell.

"How long did it take?" Kurai asked Krad, who had the stopwatch.

"Three minutes and twenty three seconds." He looked at the rabbit thing, "How do you do that, Wiz?"

"Kyuu." Said Wiz in is cute little bunny voice.

"I need a bunny too, that way he could win me stuff..." Krad muttered to himself, not really caring if anyone heard him or not.

As they were having happy fun poker time in the basement, Dark was living all of his nightmares at one. Girls turned him down one by one, old women were hitting on him, he was beaten by Krad, and Daisuke told Riku about them. It was terrible. Dark screamed for mercy. The room suddenly changed to a rooftop. Dark supposed now was his chance to fly away and, without thinking, he jumped off the roof. As he fell, he realized Wiz wasn't with him. He woke up three weeks later in a body cast.

But let's go back to poker. Kurai examined her cards carefully, knowing she wouldn't win unless she got rid of something. She threw all but one card out of her hand and drew four new cards.

"Alright, lets see what you guys have." Krad showed a royal flush of...hearts? Ok, weird. Daisuke played a royal flush of diamonds, Satoshi of clubs. "Ok, Kurai, what do you have?"

"Two pair!"

Wiz flipped his cards over to reveal a royal flush of none other but spades. "KYUUU!" The little bunny hopped for joy. He'd never gotten a flush of any kind before, he usually got straits. It was a cute victory dance too.

"Alright, lets go check on Dark." Kurai said, almost in a disappointed tone.

And that's how Dark got to the hospital. Daisuke begged someone to help drag him home. Yep, everyone hates the thief. Oh well.

Sorry for any mispelled words and whatever. Yep, I'm bad about that sometimes, especially since my h button doesn't always want to work. More characters in the next one. And I think I'll switch out weeks , on for editing Poker Night, one for editing The Adventures of the Someone.