Alright…please don't hurt me! I know I haven't updated in…forever…but that's not the point!!

This chapter is dedicated to PantherPride, my awesomesauce friend who inspired the part of Dreamer-chan! Merry Christmas, idiot.

Much Love,

Tackle

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Satoshi had refused an offer for a ride home that night, he had also left his umbrella in his office, and his cell phone was dead; now it was the biggest storm of the year and he was hurrying through the rain home from work.

Sometimes he disagreed with the people who called him a genius.

Hopelessly soaked, cold, and tired after another night of not being able to catch Dark, he turned the final corner toward his apartment building.

Something red caught his eye. It was small, but somehow familiar, though too far away to see what it really was. If he was hurrying before, he was practically running now.

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"Come on, Hiwatari-kun! Let's make a snowman!"

The laughing blue-eyed girl smiled at him, cheeks flushed from the cold. She began to roll a ball of snow on the freshly covered ground. "You're doing it wrong, Seno-chan!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

The two children bickered for the next few minutes on how to make a proper snowman until a man stuck his head out a window and told the bluenette that his driver was on the way.

Satoshi pouted.

"But I want Hiwatari-kun to stay for dinner, daddy!" Dreamer squeaked.

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It smelled nice.

Like vanilla almost, but with something else mixed in; it was so familiar.

Dreamer snuggled up to the softness that held such a wonderful smell, breathing deeply, she sighed.

"Care to explain why you were sitting outside my apartment in the rain? Or are you just going to sit there and smell my pillow?"

She shot up; smacking her head on the headboard of the large white bed she was sleeping in. "Satoshi!"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing here?!" She squeaked.

"I live here."

"…Oh," she paused, confusion filling her head, "What am I doing here?"

"That's a good question."

"…"

"…"

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

"You were the one who sat in the rain for God only knows how long after being injured somehow. There's another question for you: where did you get that black eye?"

Dreamer reached up to touch her swollen eye, "Uh…I can explain?"

"Good," Satoshi said, "Please do."

"Well…you see…uh…" she rubbed the back of her head, trying to figure out what to say. The comforter that had been covering her slipped down her chest to reveal a blue shirt that was way too big to be hers, "What happened to my clothes?!"

"They were wet."

"You changed my clothes?!" Dreamer's face was turning a bright shade of red.

"You would have caught pneumonia if I didn't. Now start explaining."

"I hate you."

"I'm waiting."

Dreamer sighed, wincing from the pain in her chest. She was too tired to lie to him, and she was possibly the worst liar on the planet so the truth was her only choice. "Well, it all started with this fight…"

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"I don't believe you."

"I do."

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Do you really think the old Dreamer could make up such an absurd story? The girl who couldn't lie if her life depended on it?"

"What do I need to do to make you believe that I'm from another world where this world is an anime and that my friend accidentally sent me (and possibly my friends) here?" Dreamer asked. She had been explaining the whole story for the past two hours, everything, including all her memories that she had absorbed from the Dreamer who existed in this world beforehand.

"You're in shock from your mother's abuse, it's a simple explanation."

"You're really the commander of the police force in charge of capturing Dark!"

"…Anyone could have figured that out."

"Daisuke has Dark inside him and transforms whenever he feels romantic emotions toward someone!"

"How…?"

"Krad is inside of you!"

"I never told…"

"You're really a Hikari! Your adopted father is using you to get Dark!"

"Well, you either believe her now or she's much smarter than we gave her credit for."

"Fine."

"What?" She blinked; blonde hair, still messed from sleep, fell into her bright blue eyes.

"I believe you," his eyes were hard and cold, but there was a glint of curiosity in them.

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"It's the demon! Get her!"

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"I feel like an idiot," the bluenette muttered, eyes flashing.

Satoshi stood in costume for the class play, Ice and Dark, a black tank-top with a cropped jacket, black jeans, and a purple wig.

"At least I convinced the rabid fangirls to let you where a shirt," Dreamer said, trying to cheer the stoic boy up.

"Yeah, after I threatened to kick you out of the house if you didn't."

This had been going on all day, ever since Satoshi had insisted that Dreamer stayed at his house because he didn't want his best friend's body getting hurt anymore. They had been arguing about everything from how to get her clothes to his house to whether or not to go to school that day.

"Oh, come on! Can you blame a girl for wanting to see you shirtless?"

"…"

"What?"

"You're an idiot."

"Eh…Kittie always said that."

"Just like the old Dreamer, right, Satoshi-sama?"

"They're nothing alike…

"Nothing at all."

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I'm done, I'm done, I'm done!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I'm gonna go sleep now.