Dark's thoughts Krad's thoughts Daisuke's thoughts Satoshi's thoughts
Here's the 2nd chapter... The fangirls are coming next...muhahaha...

The next day, Satoshi met Daisuke at a random street corner. "Daisuke," he asked, "Have you noticed anything?"

"Um…no…"

"Really?"

"Well…Dark hasn't been talking much…"

"Try talking to him," Satoshi ordered, staring at him with a pair of sapphire blue eyes.

Hellooo? he said, just to please Satoshi. Dark? Are you there?

Not Dark. Krad. came a silky-smooth voice from inside his head. Daisuke jumped about five feet.

"Krad's in my HEAD?!" he asked wildly.

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really really?"

"YES already!" yelled Satoshi, rather PO'd.

Daisuke couldn't take the rage of the blunette, so ran away whimpering to find moral support in the shape of Takeshi. Dark woke up inside Satoshi's head, and, stretching, remarked, Lookit. You made him cry.

Uh…What?

You made poor Daisuke cry. By the way, when's your wedding?

WEDDING!?!?! Dark fell silent except for the sound of his hysterical laughing.

Suddenly Takeshi ran up gibbering excitedly. "Satoshi! There's a guy in the gym with white wings who says he wants to kill Dark!"

"Gasp!" Satoshi gasped, and ran to a broom closet. Dark transformed into his kawaii kleptomaniac self, much to Satoshi's surprise. Hey! It didn't hurt!

Then what did it feel like?

Tickling.

How strange…Dark strode confidently out of the broom closet and ran to the gym.

"Hi." said a random person.

"Hi." replied Dark.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled about 30 million fangirls as they raced dementedly down the hall. Dark ran for his life into the science lab, where Takeshi immediately proceeded to tickle him to within an inch of his sanity.

He disentangled himself from the random plot twists, and finally staggered into the gym. "Hello?

Krad divebombed him, again intending to break his face, but Dark nimbly dodged and Krad was tackled by the 30 million fangirls, who had beaten Takeshi up and had stealthily followed Dark to the gym.

"What the- where'd you all spring from?" the two angels yelled in stereo. Which prompted them to sing…karaoke.

"Ahem," sang Krad, "You were everything I wanted,"

"You were everything a girl could be." sang Dark back, rolling his eyes.

"Then you left me broken hearted…"

"Now you don't mean a thing to me." Dark paused a second, then broke into a demented bout of air guitaring, yelling, "AIR GUITAR! WOOOO!!!"

The music stopped.

"What was that?" asked Krad.

"What was what?" asked Dark, equally confused.

"The air guitar."

"Oh…yeah…I just felt like that song needed a bit of…pizzazz."

"You IDIOT!!! IT'S KARAOKE! You're SUPPOSED to sing the words NORMALLY!!!!"

"Really?"

"YES!!!!" yelled an enraged Krad.

"Okay…let's try again. Hey, DJ! Pick a good song!"

"Dude." said the DJ.

"Alright…Today was gonna be the day they were gonna throw it back to you." sang Dark, off-tune.

"10 feet, word is on the street…Why are these lyrics so hard to READ?!"

"Shut up! I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do…"

"About you now…"

"And all the roads we have to walk are winding…blah…"

"And all the lights that light the way are blinding…"

"BLAH!!! Stop the song!" yelled Krad.

"Okay." replied the DJ.

"That SUCKED. I hate karaoke. I can't even spell it."

"SHAME!" Dark yelped, looking at Krad like he was insane.

Krad sighed in defeat and turned back into Daisuke. Luckily the fangirls had long since gone after Sasuke, so Dark and Daisuke were left alone.

"Hm." said Dark, walking around Daisuke.

"Hm what?" asked Daisuke worriedly.

"I can see why Riku likes you. You look like a girl."

"WHAT?!?!"

"Yeah."

"A GIRL!?!?" Daisuke bellowed.

"Yeah, now…hold still…" Dark ordered, as he jammed one of Emiko's dresses over Daisuke's head.

"Urgah! What?! Gerroffme!" the dress-dressed redhead shrieked.

"Eheh! You do look like a girl! Wait 'till Riku sees this!" Dark ran off to get Riku and all of Daisuke's fangirls.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Daisuke yelled dementedly.

-i-c-a-n-t-s-h-a-r-e-m-y-l-i-f-e-w-i-t-h-y-o-u-

Satoshi walked into the room. "Daisuke…why are you wearing a dress?"

"Dark should be able to tell you," the redhead mumbled, ripping the dress to shreds as he attempted to take it off. "Grr him…"

Daisuke…let me take over…I want to torture Satoshi.

No.

Please?

Fine…

Krad poofed out of Daisuke with a satisfying poof of sparkly smoke. "Woo!"

"Krad?" asked Satoshi hesitantly. He wasn't quite sure that Krad was still there. He was, unfortunately. He jammed a bumblebee suit on Satoshi, complete with springy antennae and see-through Mylar wings.

"WHY'D YOU TURN ME INTO A BUMBLEBEE!?!?!?!?!!?!" Satoshi yelled dementedly.

"'Cause I felt like it."

"That's not a good enough reason!"

"Umm… cause you remind me of a bumblebee?"

"I don't look like a bumblebee!"

"Yes you do, bumblebee face!"

"No I don't, lip-gloss wearer!"

"SHUT UP!" yelled a Mrs. Adams look-alike, popping out from inside her desk. (a/n: Mrs. Adams was my 6th grade teacher…she hated name-calling…)

"Ummm?" muttered Krad.

"…Yeah…" agreed Satoshi.

Krad had had enough of torturing Satoshi, so he transformed back into Daisuke. "Mleh," he said, slightly annoyed. "Why are you wearing a bumblebee costume?"

"Long story."

"I see…"

Sooo?
This time, my army of gerbils will attack you appendix...without anethesia!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
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