A/N: I promise - It will make more sense.
Disclaimer: no owneth nada, nunca, zip, zilch, nothing!

I tried to read over the paper again. I know I need to memorize it, but right now, my brain is mush. The paper looks blank, and it becomes painfully obvious that I'm screwed. Not literally, mind you. Oh dear, my thoughts are straying…

"Daisuke!" someone whispers harshly at me.

I gulp. Well, here goes nothing…

"Coming!" I walk as gracefully as I can towards the god that stands before me. He is beautiful, and I want him- so, so badly- but…

"Come now, we should depart." Dark held out his hand to me, tipping his cowboy hat with the other. If anyone were close enough to see my face, they would see my infamous blush, but I am fortunate enough to be at least a little isolated. I reach for his hand. "The last light of the day is slowly fading, and I'm afraid we have exhausted our welcome. I bid you good day, and I thank you for your hospitality."

The pair bowed deeply, and we returned the gesture, walking through the makeshift door.

Once a ways away, Dark turned to face me. I tried to look at anything but his face, but his eyes are so captivating. Honestly, they are the most gorgeous colour I have ever seen. Most of his fan girls call it 'amethyst', but I disagree. There isn't a name for something that beautiful. I'm rambling again… damn.

"…do you understand?" I nod weakly, nervously pushing my hair behind one ear. If they could see me now…

"Okay, good. We have to make haste" I nod again. I must look like a nervous wreck, but hey, someone has to play the part. He grabs my hand, and we walk forward. I vaguely wonder, somewhere in the recesses of my mind, what ever happened to the driver?

The next half of an hour passes by rather quickly– a pleasant surprise if I do say so myself.

I jump a little at the sound of a gunshot. Dark gives a quirky half-smile at my reaction, obviously amused. I see silver flash as I'm pushed to the ground. There's running, and panic, a general mass hysteria. I hear a woman screaming, but I've lost sight of Dark. I try to call his name but, at the same time I don't. I'm not a completely helpless heroine, after all.

I hear more gunshots, and just slightly ahead of me, I see a man fall to the dirt. A few more shots rang out, and the street is clear of bystanders. Dark is standing there, holding his gun, facing another man. A tall blonde, who also happens to have a gun. Lucky him. I squeak silently, if that's even possibly.

This is so cliché, I'm just waiting for the tumbleweed to roll…

…oh... wait… there it is. Well damn, this is officially right out of an old western movie.

"Well, Krad, this is it."

"As it would seem"

"Will you walk away?"

"And risk being shot in the back?"

"You know me better than that."

"Indeed I do. Let me rephrase that; and risk being shot in the back of the head?"

"Well, it's better than the face" I can feel the smug radiating from Dark. Krad growls and the gun fight is on.

Two loud "bangs" echo around me as I struggle to stand. Both men stand there, unmoving… until he falls.

I rush forward, fear gripping me. I slide to a stop tumble to my knees, resting beside his fallen body. Krad is in no better condition, he doesn't seem to be moving.

Cue the water works. I gently place Dark's head of my lap, stroking the hair. A tear silently falls, landing on his cheek.

I swear to god someone is out to cliché me to death.

Dark smiles weakly, hand reaching up to stroke my face.

"Know that… I always… loved you…"

"I love you too…" and I always will…

His head falls dramatically to the side. I burst into loud, obnoxious wails, declaring my undying love as the world turns black.

The applause that resounds throughout the theatre is amazing. I honestly thought the whole thing was stupid, but hey, I guess I'm a little annoyed by the whole thing.

Dark gets up and stretches, giving me his hand and hauling me up as well. I smile softly at him and he smirks back.

Behind us, Satoshi is helping Krad up, and together, we join the rest of the cast as the curtains reopen and we bow to the audience.

The minute I get back stage, I rip the wig off and slide out of the dress, nearly ripping it and breaking my own neck in my efforts. Fortunately, Dark catches me before I fall to my untimely death.

"Careful there Squirt"

I bristle at the name, but ignore it. I can't talk to him... he's… he's him, and that's more than enough to stop me. He stalks past me, only to be attacked by Risa, his ultimate fan girl, and Riku…

His girlfriend.

I look down, stepping out of the dress and bending down to pick it up.

Riku looks at me softly, almost as if she know the state of my shattered heart. "Nice work today Daisuke. Thanks for filling in for me. Damn this leg, it shouldn't be so breakable! I owe you, okay?"

"…yeah, no problem"

She laughs and waves, hooking her arm with Dark's, as all three of them walk away.

I laugh softly to myself. whispering for me and all my nonexistant companions to hear.

"It really was no problem… I got to be close to you…"

If only he'd bother to get close to me

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

William Shakespeare

A/N: Yes, I did just quote Dear ol' Will.

... It's not even easter-y.
I think this is crap, but I wanted to get something out before I leave on vacation, and tomorrow is going to be hectic.
Oh well! It's better than nothing, and I'll probably fix it up later.

...so much for the paper airplane.
That plot bunny commited suicide.
Jumped off a cliff apparently.
hehe.. that was a horrible thing to say...