Hello.

- Thanks. I'll try to be more clear on who is talking.

Sorry about this chapter. I'm just bored and just started writing and this is what came out. It isn't my best work at all.

There is talking to/from Krad and Dark. So-

/Krad talking/
/Satoshi to Krad/
//Dark talking//
//Dai to Dark.//

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Satoshi Hiwatari stuck his head out of the shower, listening intently. He sighed when a shrill ring confirmed what he had been dreading.

Someone was calling.

Prepared for the cold, he walked into the living room to answer the phone, only to find it missing.

"Damnit," he mumbled, running a hand through his dripping hair.

He quickly walked into his room, following the sound of the rings. It was times like this he was glad he lived alone. Though, he reminded himself, if others were in the apartment, he would have had no need to venture around cold and naked, for someone else would have answered the phone.

He shook out his blankets, the phone flew across the room and landed in his trash can, still ringing.

"Saehara." Satoshi declared, picking up the phone and staring at it. Without knowing exactly why, he answered it.

"Saehara."

"Hiwatari! You weren't in school today," Saehara yelled.

"I know."

"Well come open your door. Niwa and I here."

"You know-"

"Is it unlocked?"

Hearing the front door open, Satoshi grabbed clothes and pulled them on. He turned to see Saehara standing in the doorway, his arm tightly held around a short red haired boys shoulders.

"Sorry Hiwatari. I tried to tell him we should leave you alone.." Daisuke Niwa's voice trailed off and he gave Satoshi an apologetic look. "He wouldn't listen."

"Does he ever?" Satoshi asked, eyeing the wanna-be reporter carefully, wondering to himself why Niwa was such good friends with him.

/Someone's jealous./

Satoshi ignored Krad and waved his hand slightly.

"If you are going to open the door without invitation, why not come inside?"

"So, Hiwatari, what is it keeping you out of school?"

Satoshi eyed Saehara as Daisuke watched them worriedly.

//Satoshi looks like he's going to kill Takeshi...//

//Good. Noone likes him anyway.//

//Dark!//

//It's true...//

Daisuke rolled his eyes and put his attention back on his friends. They both had disappeared, and he could hear pans banging together and cabinets being opened and closed.

"Saehara... you don't need to-"

"You know you love my cooking Hiwatari. It fixed you right up last time you were sick."

"You don't need to cook for me."

Daisuke followed the sounds of the two arguing into the kitchen, arriving in time to see Satoshi take a large wooden spoon from Saehara's hands.

"Hiwatari, give me back my spoon."

"This is my spoon Saehara. It is in my kitchen." Satoshi's voice, though still calm and even, held a hint of amusement. He put the spoon on the counter, as if daring Saehara to try to get it.

/My love, he is not smart enough to understand what you are saying. He's going to get it.../

Satoshi didn't reply to Krad, as Saehara chose that moment to leap forward and try to grab the spoon. He missed, grabbing Satoshi's wrist instead. The boys froze, staring at their hands.

"Saehara, let go of my arm."

"I don't have your arm I have your wrist."

"Let go of me."

Daisuke stood, unnoticed in the doorway, watching his friends fight.

//Feeling left out Dai?//

//What are they doing...//

//It looks like flirting Dai. Bad flirting... but flirting nonetheless.

Satoshi pulled his arm back suddenly, causing both boys to lose their balance. Saehara gave a small squeak as they fell back, Satoshi landed hard against the tile floor.

"Saehara, get off of me." Satoshi hissed, ignoring comments Krad was now screaming in his head.

"You say it like I wanted to be on you!"

"Get off!" Satoshi's voice was no longer emotionless. Saehara sat up, now straddling the taller boy.

"You're all wet."

"I just got out of the shower when you arrived."

"Didn't you dry off before you got dressed?" Saehara picked at a large wet spot on Satoshi's shirt. Satoshi moved slightly, his discomfort growing. Krad's vulgar comments were making the usually calm boy blush as he shifted underneath the other. He felt something hard press against his thigh and his blush deepened.

"Saehara get off!"

/Looks like he already did./