Disclaimer: don't own DK. don't drag me to court.

Oolong Oh My

"Hey Rath!" Rath turned around to greet his fellow Dragon Knight. "What's up Thatz?" He asked, noting the extravagant gift basket in his hands. "This." Thatz shoved the basket into Rath's hands.

Rath blinked. "This?" He stared at Thatz with questions in his eyes. Thatz shuddered. "It's better for you to not know the horrors of this thing!" He paused," Or maybe it would be good to give you a head's up." Rath lifted an eyebrow. What was Thatz babbling about this early in the morning? Wasn't he supposed to be eating breakfast?

"This basket is a demon!" Thatz whispered to Rath. Rath's eyes lit up like the eyes of a child that was just told that Christmas had come 4 weeks early. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Rath screamed and ripped the basket from his hands, all while laughing psychotically.

Thatz grinned. "I knew that would work." Whistling, he went off his way to visit Tethesus. The poor man had locked himself in his closet.

Rath threw the basket unto his bed and hurriedly drew his sword out. "Come out demon!" He yelled. The basket did not turn into a ferocious evil demon with the strength of ten thousand men. Instead it sat there and did...basket stuff. Rath waited and waited. Until he got bored of waiting and hacked off a ribbon. Normally, if the ribbon was hair and the basket was Rune...Rath would have not lived for long. Unfortunatly, it was just a plain gift basket that did nothing while the curvy pink ribbon floated to the ground. Rath hacked off another. And another. And another. Finally, he had no more ribbons to cut away. The basket now looked like it's barber lost the scissors and had to use a chainsaw.

"This is so borrrriiiinnnggg!" Rath whined. He was tired of waiting for his demon to come out. He was going to ask someone about how to trigger the transformation. Which just happened to be Rune.

Inhale...1...2...3..Exhale...1...2..3..Inhale...think nothing...Exhale...think nothing...Inhale...do not think about It...Exhale...ditto...Inhale...do not think of your conscience!...Exhale..crap, I just did.

"RUNE!" Rath yelled into the ear of the blond elf. Rune grabbed Rath's neck and started to squeeze it with all the strength he could muster. "R-r-une..." Rath gasped out, clawing at the hands. Rune gasped and apologetically released his hands. "I'm sorry Rath, I just thought you were somone else.." Rune looked around suspiciously. "Anyway, why are you bothering me?"

Rath frowned. "I need help to trigger a demon!" Rune did a double take. Way to be blunt..he thought in his mind. "What kind of demon?" Rune asked cautiously. "A gift basket demon!" Rath said. Rune blinked, then his eyes widened. He can't mean...THE GIFT BASKET! (insert dramatic sound effects) "Does this basket have packets of teas in it?" Rune asked. Rath shrugged. "I didn't check inside. But I DO know that it had a LOT of ribbons on it!" Rune sucked in his breath. That's the one.

"Well Rath, have you ever thought of taking a one of the many teas, boiling it, pouring it into a cup, and drinking its contents?" Rune asked. "WOW RUNE! You're a genius!" Rath skipped away, happy that he was finally going to get to kick some demon butt.

Rune shook his head sadly. Rath, that gift basket will be more than you can take. Hopefully, you'll be able to avoid therapy classes after.

Rath looked at the steaming styrofoam cup. Then he looked at the ripped packet. On the front it said Oolong. The prospect of a demon was awaiting him. Rath gulped down the liquid as fast as he can, eager to get at the prize. When he was done, he tossed the cup into the trash and waited. And waited. "Didn't we do this earlier?" Rath murmured to himself.

"Yeah I think we did."

Rath looked up. He saw Rath. Actually he saw a genetically-identical twin in front of him. A gleam aroused in Rath's eyes. "Are you the demon?" He asked, grabbing his sword.

"No I am your conscience." The copy said. Rath shrugged. "That's good enough for me!" He lunged at Conscience. It dodged Rath's sharp sword point and kicked him. "Why are you attacking me! I'm not even a demon!" Conscience yelled. Rath pouted. "So I did that for nothing? Awww MAN!"

Conscience kicked him again. "Stop acting like a baby Rath. We all know that you're an obsessed suicidal freak that was a demon dog a long time ago, but somehow was saved by the Dragon clan and you don't even appreciate it. Also that your creator has an unhealthy interest with you and Nadil is somehow residing in your brain AND that you have a big crush on the resident fortuneteller, Cesia."

Rath's cutesy face dropped and was replaced by a hard angsty one. "You know too much." He growled. "I can't blame you for finding out my demon past, but how do you know about Nadil and Cesia?" When Rath mentioned Cesia's name, he blushed slightly. Conscience rolled its eyes. "Trust me, Nadil takes up almost all the room in your brain and he constantly acts like a snobby prat. And the side which is not occupied with Nadil is occupied with Cesia. Cesia this and Cesia that. Man, you have a pathetic life Rath. Almost like a Mary-sue."

"I don't think you're in any position to make fun about my life! You live in my life! You have front row seats in it!" Rath said, currently going all emo. "That's what you think." Conscience said angrily. "I've been shoved to the back of your pea sized mind too many times already! It's time for me to shove back!" Conscience stomped on Rath hard. Turns out being a suicidal weirdo means getting a violently crazed conscience along with it.

Rath gasped as Conscience's foot grinded his throat, blocking the passageway to air. He was about to be granted his wish of dying when Thatz came in. "Um Rath? About the gift basket-" Thatz stared at the two Raths. One of them was on the floor dying while the other one was causing the death. "Is this a bad time? Because I can always come back later." Thatz said cluelessly. Conscience cursed. "A witness! But don't worry Rath, I'll come back and avenge myself!" And with a laugh, Conscience disappeared in a explosion of smoke, causing both Rath and Thatz to cough.

When Thatz finished coughing, he realized that he was face-to-face with a currently very angry Rath. "Oh yeah," Thatz chuckled nervously. "The gift basket can give you hallucinations about your conscience coming to talk to you. Sorry about not telling you!" Thatz gave an uneasy grin and bolted for the door.

Rath ran after him, holding his sword aloft. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU THATZ!"

Suddenly an evil voice resonated in his brain.

"Not if I get you first."

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At first, I think I was making Rath a little to OOC. Thankfully I added his angsty character later in this chapter. Anyway, which person is to next drink the tea? personally, I think I did bad in this chapter.