D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Kaosu o Toki Toraberu ❯ Chapter five: The ongoing �Do not� , �Do too� Battle ( Chapter 5 )

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Kaosu o Toki Toraberu

Chapter five: The ongoing `Do not' , `Do too' Battle

Disclaimer: <.<;; do I really need to say it again? 'Cuz if you don't know by now... Learn to read.

Summary: Dark and Krad have their own physical forms and end up transported into the past, set in the future with some unusual relationships. With a new enemy out to get them, Dark and Krad must convince their past selves to help them defeat the foe and get them back to their time, however things don't always go as planned.

So sorry about not updating in a while, my computer decided to up and die on me…I was between being depressed and angry, but it's all-better now, so I'm happy! Anyways sorry for the wait! I made this chap longer then usual because of it…although it doesn't have much of a plot…But not to worry! I'll start on the story's plot in the next chapter I promise! There's going to be psycho dragons, a hero-worshipping police officer, school, and surprises all around!

blah -> author/outside point of view

"blah" -> speaking

`blah' -> thought

-blah- -> thought between Krad/Satoshi (later chapters)

=blah= -> thought between Daisuke/Dark (later chapters)

~:~ On the Road ~:~

“Owie!” Dark complained in an annoying manner, holding his nose. “Why did you have to hit me Krad? It was an accident!” Dark stated while thinking back to what had occurred. Rubbing the back of his head, he muttered, “Damn he hits hard, I went flying into a tree…over did it a bit.”

Growling, Krad turned away though not before sending a hard glare and then continued walking ahead of the thief. Holding his head high, he prayed that no one had seen the ever so light blush that graced his cheeks. Krad wasn't an idiot, he knew when he made a mistake, and this he knew was in fact, a mistake.

“Are you two going to be like this the whole way to Emiko's?” Past Dark asked somewhat annoyed at the two's antics. At this point he couldn't even stand himself.

“Hn.” Krad replied dispassionately while continuing to act like he didn't care.

“Fine! I'm sorry! So incredibly sorry! Happy?! Geezes! Hey, wait a minute!” Dark eyes widened dramatically. He looked towards his past self, “Why are you so calm about everything, anyways?” Dark asked narrowing his eyes in suspicion. (AN: He has his moments of lucidness!! ^-^ As rare as they may be...)

“You're from the future. Krad is stealing…I kinda can't really get anymore shocked then I am as it is. So I guess the whole you-accidentally-falling-and-kissing (to which point Dark felt a slight shudder pass though is body)-Krad didn't really effect me…” Past Dark replied sheepishly.

“Huh? Well that's, uh, nice…? Well anyways, Krad did you hear me? I apologized, and that doesn't happen very often... You know that! And it wasn't even my fault! I mean it's not like I purposely tripped just so I could kiss you! I can do that whenever I want to…why would I set the whole thing up? It's too much trouble, honestly. Just go back to your normal self, it's boring when you're ignoring me!” Dark ranted all in one eccentric breath. The whole while Krad was caught between fuming and being in shock that Dark was using his brains. Again.

Wham!

As the sound echoed throughout the surrounding area, it left behind a twitching Dark on the ground. Krad had decided to be angrier than shocked; after all he had a reputation to uphold. Yet because of the random display of violence that released his all of his stress Krad had remarkably calmed down.

“Um…I'm not asking and pretending that I didn't hear that…” Past Dark muttered nervously, 'Wonder if he feels better?'... “Wonder if he feels better?” Not realizing that he said actually said it out loud or that Krad heard him.

“Hm? Surprisingly that wasn't as satisfying as it usually is…” Krad answered the thief's rhetorical question.

“Huh? Oh, really, hehe…” Dark stuttered out. `Damn, I didn't mean to say that out loud…Hmm…I wonder what exactly their relationship with each other is…I wonder how our relationship will be? "I mean it's not like I purposely tripped just so I could kiss you! I can do that whenever I want to…why would I set the whole thing up?" Do I really want to know the story behind that?'

“Yes…I don't have Daisuke whining about me hitting Dark, or Satoshi-sama snorting at the immaturity of the situation. But he is always smirking at seeing Dark get pummeled into the ground… multiple times, in one day.” Krad stated depressively, then with widening eyes he uttered, “Oh My God! I actually miss that! I'm actually missing those two! And it hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet! That's just...depressing. So very depressing…” Krad trailed off shaking his head finally in acceptance of his chaotic and crazed life. He mentally whimpered pathetically at his thought process. Then walking over towards Dark, he poked him rather hard in the side with his shoe. “Dark” Krad voiced half-heartedly, deciding to forgive Dark, Krad commanded him to “Get up.”

“You better? Are you finally over it?” Dark asked anxiously. Perplexed as to why Krad was suddenly depressed, and poking him with his shoe. 'He doesn't even have the decency to use his hand, no his shoe... nice Krad, nice.'

“Hai.” Krad responded and offered a hand to Dark. “Sorry I hit you.” Krad apologized, “twice…” he added with delayed remorse.

Dark took Krad's offered hand and helped himself up. “Apology accepted! Now let's go to Emiko's already!” Dark said cheerfully.

“Oh...joy.” Krad replied and rolled his eyes, following the now hyped up Dark skipping down the sidewalk.

“Why would I think that this is normal for them…?” Past Dark muttered pathetically, looking towards the Heavens he prayed that they wouldn't be his downfall. “How I have fallen over the years…years...years...yes defiantly years. No way in the seven hells could it have been months. Let alone weeks or days…” Past Dark hurried his pace to catch up with the two from the future and to make their way to Emiko's house.

The group of three was walking at a leisurely pace, none of them in a real hurry to get to their destination. Past Dark was to busy contemplating on the little `show' and 'speech with too much information' that he'd witnessed from both of them.

It was after 12:00 and a good couple of hours into the next day. They were all hungry, all tired, and all emotionally unstable. It was only until they were about a two blocks to Emiko's that Dark thought of something. (A/N: surprise surprise!) Eyes widening, he stopped dead, and turned to stare a Krad. Krad feeling the burning of Dark's eyes looked over his shoulder to lock eyes with growingly pale Dark.

“...Dark?” Krad asked hesitantly, eyes showing a slight distrust. He raised an elegant eyebrow to emphasize the question. Past Dark too, looked over at hearing his name. Only to simply meet his future self's-deathly pale complexion. His strange polar opposite, Krad (A/N: duh who else?), staring at his future self in confusion.

“Um, Emiko?” Dark muttered, practically incoherently.

What about her?" Krad asked while looking around, and especially behind him for the source of his private fear. For Emiko has been known for randomly appearing behind Krad and dragging him to the kitchen to cook. Thus whenever Krad hears the name 'Emiko' he always, and subconsciously, looks behind him. Every time hoping and praying to stop Emiko before she dragged him off to cook for the family yet again.

“You're going to be a problem.” Dark answered obviously.

“Dark you're not making sense.” Krad stated annoyed. To which point he stopped suddenly. He raised a golden eyebrow in question. 'I tend to be confounded far to often lately...'

“I have to agree with him on that, as scary as it may be.” Past Dark blurted out somewhat nervously. Looking between the two he wondered if this was better. Or if the way the two act in the present. With the whole trying to kill each other rather then help each other kinda thing. `Well it's more like he's trying to kill me, and I'm just trying to stay alive…' Dark corrected himself.

“Emiko, Krad.” Dark answered Krad's statement with ever-so-simple words, trying to get his message across.

“Dark…explain. Now.” Krad warned, the threatening look in his eyes promising death to those that annoy him.

“What are we going to tell Emiko about Krad? He's suppose to be evil, remember?! Trying to kill me! Why would he ever come near my house?!” Past Dark practically yelled frantically, waving his arms in the air to emphasize his point.

“Can't we just explain that due to circumstances, I've turned sane?” Krad asked incredulously. He was perplexed as to why Dark found this so troubling. `What is with those hand gestures? I'm sure he could be using those hands for something more appropriate…Oh My God! Don't go down that road…not going down that road, not going, I'm going straight, I'm not turning, turning is bad…'

“What circumstances?” Past Dark asked curiously, suddenly calm. (A/N: He's like a moody chick ^-^;;)

“Ya, but won't that take a while?” Dark answered, all but ignoring his past self.

“Um, what circumstances?” Past Dark asked again, somewhat annoyed at being ignored.

“Yes, but it's not like we don't have to go somewhere. We aren't on a time limit.” Krad stated while rolling his golden-honey eyes.

“Hey! What circumstances?!” Past Dark asked irritated, one violet eyebrow twitching.

“So? I just thought it might be a problem.” Dark said while pouting, his lower lip quivering in hopes of not getting reprehended. 'With this face... he can't hurt me! I'm just too adorable! And cute, and the way my hair looks just right, and how my eyes twinkle when he... ' (A/N: This is just normal ramblings, I normally cut it out so you don't hear the same thing over and over again. ^-^)

“…” Past Dark closed his eyes and took a deep breath in hopes of calming his nerves.

“You think everything might be a problem.” Krad stated evidently, rolling his eyes once again at his alter ego's childish attitude. 'Does he ever grow up? Seriously? This is more then irritating...'

“Ya, that's nice and all, but what circumstances were you talking about?” Past Dark asked once again calmly after regenerating his tolerance level.

“I do not!” Dark exclaimed rather obnoxiously.

“You. Do. Too.” Krad replied elegantly, with a haughty manner.

“I do not!” Dark replied childishly.

“Do too.” Krad answered back, equally immaturely.

“Are you even listening to me?” Past Dark asked skeptically.

“Do not!” Dark cried out in a rather mock wounded manner.

“And again I say that you do too.” Krad replied dispassionately. His vain efforts at remaining calm were slipping from his grip.

“Do not! You meanie!” Dark declared while pouting once more.

“Do too!” Krad stated venomously, getting agitated by the on going arguing.

“Seriously.” Past Dark stated in a deadpan manner, fully expecting no one to answer.

“I'm telling you I do not!” Dark complained while yelling, trying to prove his point, his eyes narrowing daring Krad to challenge him.

“Oh please, you do to.” Krad answered with a roll of his sun like eyes.

“Do not!” Dark stated somewhat angrily, his body starting to twitch.

“Do too!” Krad replied back, reverting back to his childish antics and haughty attitude. His self-composure utterly diminished.

“Hello?!” Past Dark asked almost desperately, trying to get someone to answer him.

“Do not!” Dark yelled moving in closer to Krad.

“Do too!” Krad yelled equally loudly, coming nose to nose with he glared his death glare.

“Do not!” Dark growled unaffected by his counter part's glare. After all how many times has he seen the promise of death in those eyes and yet never had that promise met?

“Do too!” Krad replied through clenched teeth; veins' popping in random places showing his rather extreme displeasure.

“Future selves! Hello?!” Past Dark called out, but with no luck of getting anyone's attention. Just the attention of those that were out so early in the morning, or in other words the night creatures. Due to the fact that they are, you know, nocturnal.

“Damn it! Just admit that I do not!” Dark yelled desperately trying to win the argument.

“Do. Too.” Krad answered in a deadpan manner, not blinking an eye.

“Do not.” Dark whined, making his appearance look as if he was about to cry.

“You don't fool me Dark, you do too, and that's final.” Krad explained, to whom? No one knows, but Dark was definitely done listening…

“Why do I have the feeling I'm talking to a wall…?” Past Dark asked himself with remorse. `This always happens to me…' (AN: Righttttt….)

“No it's not! You wanna know why?! Because I do not!” Dark bellowed in reply, steam practically radiating off him.

“This isn't going anywhere, and... You do too.” Krad responded in a not so mature manner.

“Am not.” Dark all but muttered, hanging his head in a defeated position.

“Hm? So you are admitting defeat? You should know better than to pick a battle of intellect with me, Mousy. Because when everything comes down to it, you do too.” Krad declared astutely, tilting his head up high, his golden hair shimmered in the moonlight.

“Maybe I am. And this is just a dream; a very messed up dream…”Past Dark rambled on, deeply disturbed at the events surrounding him.

“You're so mean! Krad!” Dark whined in instant reaction, grabbing onto Krad's arm. And clung to him like no tomorrow.

“Shut up! Get off! And get over it!” Krad retorted annoyed, his eyebrow twitching with aggravation and displeasure.

“But KRAADDD!” Dark continued to whine, holding onto Krad's arm with all his might. His purple eyes watering up as his head tilted in and innocent-hurt manner.

“…Let's get going already, we already wasted enough time as it is.” Krad sighed while he responded dispassionately. Detaching Dark from his arm he stood and glared at him. Daring Dark to cling to him again.

“Fine.” Dark answered in mock hurt. Pouting but not saying anything else.

“Not to, you know, barge in or anything on your conversation. ...But what circumstances were you talking about?” Past Dark asked annoyed, his eyes betraying his curiosity and annoyance.

“Circumstances?” Krad asked in reply. In a somewhat confused manner that was exemplified as he tilted his head in question.

“What's he talking about, Krad?” Dark inquired. Gone was the mock hurt and pout that once masked his face.

“Why should I know, do I look like your past self?” Krad answered disbelievingly. `But he is Dark, he probably didn't think of that…' (AN: Aw…poor Dark, he knows we love him!)

“Is that rhetorical?” Dark asked in confusion.

“Do you even know what rhetorical is?” Krad stated in a contemptuous voice, all the while a smirk dancing on his lips.

“No…” Dark mumbled almost incoherently.

“I thought so…” Krad retorted without even discerning Dark's mumble. Instead answering on pure instinct alone.

“Um, just forget it…” Past Dark muttered nervously. `What the hell? They forgot already? Do they even remember what they were arguing about in the first place? I'm probably better off not asking. Geezes, I hope they're... we're... not like this all the time.'

And so the trio once again began walking to Emiko's. With Daisuke still not making a sound, and Krad and Dark finally finished arguing, what will be in store for them next? (AN: ^_~ I just had to do an closure like this, it was just taunting me, I tried not to make it too corny, could have done a lot worse! MUHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! ^_^)

Well anyways! RR&R!!!