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"Satoshi!!!!!!!!" yelled Satoshi's fanclub, who came tearing down the hall in various Formula 1 racecars, with cameras in their hands, desparate to get a once-in-a-lifetime picture of Satoshi in a bumblebee costume.

The two boys ran for their lives. "WAUGH!!!!!!!!" Satoshi screamed, taking a sharp right into the English room. Daisuke slammed the door in a rabid fangirl's face and locked it. "Phew…" he muttered, sliding down the door. "That was close…"

"Yeah," replied the bluenette, who was busy staking out escape routes in case the fangirls ran in. He began taking off his bumblebee costume.

"What are you doing?" asked Daisuke.

"Taking off the bumblebee costume Krad put on me."

"Oh…"

"Yeah…"

An awkward silence followed, being broken only by the sadistic fangirls' pounding on the door, followed by a mass yelling of "Satoshi!!! AISHITERU!!!"

Satoshi was relatively calm.

They were trapped in an English classroom with no food, no water, and no entertainment. So they transformed into their switched alteregos and proceeded to fly out of the room, closely pursued by the sadistic fangirls. "Phew," sighed Krad, who'd almost had his ponytail-cross-thingy torn off, "Those fangirls…they're…ugh…"

"Obsessed." finished Dark. "I feel your pain…"

The two angels flew to the Niwa household, and proceeded to take huge amounts of food up to Daisuke's room. They shut the door securely and barricaded it with most of the furniture in the house. "Good…" muttered Satoshi, un-transformed, filling in the barricade with a caulk gun. "Only an evil, rabid, sadistic, and demented fangirl could get through this barrier."

"And are there any out there?"

"I dunno, let's check." The two boys (Krad had had enough of preparing for fangirl-Armageddon) peered out of a crack in the boarded-up window. Luckily for them, there were no evil fangirls out there.

"Alright, we're done," said Daisuke, relieved. "Finally."

"Hmmm?"

"We're done."

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The fangirls had finally ran off in search of easier prey, and Daisuke began to dismantle his fortress. "Urgah…" he groaned, pulling on a board. It snapped and threw him into a concrete wall. "Ow."

"Mleh," agreed Satoshi, who was using considerably more tact destroying the front wall. He stuck a crowbar into the mound of…stuff…and pulled. A chunk of Daisuke's desk came out, coated in caulk. "Sorry about your desk," he apologised.

"It's okay, my mum will understand. This has happened before."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah, we're bishounen. What do you expect? To be at the bottom of the cute-guy food chain?"

"But…what about Dark? And Krad?"

"For a genius, you're pretty dumb."

"Hey!"

"Sorry…it's just pretty obvious that Dark and Krad have their own fanclubs."

"I see."

Argentine leapt in the window and began caterwauling. Satoshi threw something heavy at him and he fell off Daisuke's house, warbling swearwords.

"Um…" mumbled Daisuke.

"He irked me." explained Satoshi.

"Irked?"

"Made me angry." Satoshi said as he threw a rock out of the window for good measure.

A cry was heard from the outside. "Ow! Damn you!"

Emiko burst through the makeshift wall, scattering random pieces of debris in every direction. "Who said that?" she bellowed, holding Elliot's sword menacingly in her hand.

"Argentine." replied Daisuke and Satoshi simultaneously.

"Ah…I've got to get Towa to use her Kung-Fu training on him." She sheathed the sword and schlepped downstairs, yelling "TOWA!!!" the whole way down.

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Krad was getting annoyed.

Sure, he was away from the mind-bogglingly BORING tamer that Satoshi was, but Daisuke was…well, too happy.

He wasn't reluctant when Krad wanted to transform, he didn't give "funny" shouts of pain when Krad's wings exploded from his back, he basically let Krad do whatever he wanted…as long as he wasn't hurting Dark.

Truth was, Krad was missing Satoshi like a gaping wound misses skin. Or some clever analogy like that- Krad hadn't ever been good with words- another thing he missed Satoshi for: he came up with great retorts to Dark's insults.

Daisuke was currently painting a picture of Riku that, in Krad's opinion, looked like a fat hog with brown eyes and hair. Daisuke thought it captured Riku's spirit and was beautiful.

Krad got mad and told Daisuke to transform.

He didn't.

"Whatcha doing? Why aren't you transforming into me?"

"I don't want to."

"But I told you to!"

"So?"

Krad pushed his wings out of Daisuke's back as hard as he could. "AUGH!!!!" yelled Daisuke as a pain the likes of which he'd only felt once in his life ripped through his slender frame. "Stoppit, Krad!" he bellowed, on all fours.

No. This is fun.

"FUN?!!? You sadistic, evil, homicidal blonde! You think this is FUN?!?!?"

Hell yeah.

Suddenly, Dark broke the (newly restored) window and tackled the now-emerging Krad. Daisuke was screaming bloody murder, Satoshi was swearing explosively, and Argentine had started caterwauling again.

Daisuke finally regained control from Krad…He screamed and couldn't stop screaming.

That is, until Argentine came and tap-danced for him.

"You okay?" asked Dark, a hand on Daisuke's shoulder.

"How okay would YOU be if a homicidal angel took over your body?" replied Daisuke angrily.

"Umm?"

"I thought so."

"Okay…?"

"Look," said Daisuke, exasperated, "I just want to find a way to switch us back."

"Join the club," replied Dark, rolling his eyes, "there's lots of members."

"I know, I know, this sucks, but we could at least put some effort into it!"

"Right."

"No, really!"

"You're really annoying when you're not inside me, you know…"

"Oh, mleh."

There's about one more chappie after this in my copybook... so if I get good reviews after I publish it, I might be persuaded to write more...