Most of this came out at nighttime!  I'm sorry.  Kind of.  Maybe.  Probably not.  O.o

Anyway, here's the spiel; The end of the school year has rolled around (and fallen off the bed) and Daisuke's class has been promised a special field trip.  Unfortunately, for Daisuke, problems keep popping up in the strangest ways, and Dark seems to be getting maniacally depressed all of a sudden.  In order to DO something....  he gets drunk (Teacher:  .  I thought all the mini-bars had been emptied, damnit!) and THEN things start spiraling recklessly out of control...  it may even include Daisuke doing some very strange things.

And Satoshi's reading the Kama Sutra!?

Kill me, if you want – I already feel half dead.  X.x

I'm pretty sure this will only last three chapters – beat me into it, please!  But I'm probably not going to spew those chapters out very fast – I have to divide my attention to two other DN Angel fics of mine, one which is on Fanfiction.net, and has the longest title anyone has ever seen, my Kenshin fic, my Gundam Wing fic, and, finally, No One Left Behind, which happens to have the most chapters on it then any of my other stories, and also has the thickest plot.  Like chicken noodle soup, actually.

So don't expect it quickly!

This Chapter Contains:  Yarn, implied Alien abductions, the Kama Sutra, and waking up to compromising situations.

Timeline:  I dunno.  What's a timeline again?  Another holiday?  Damnit.

Pairings:  Not saying yet!  .

Getting Depressed, Getting Desperate, and Getting Drunk

Depression

Another goddamn field trip.  Dark muttered in the back of Daisuke's mind as the class stared at the crazy teacher announced the trip, which was no more then a week away from tomorrow.  What, don't like them?  Daisuke asked, lifting an eyebrow as he sat at his desk.  Dark frowned in his mind.  Uh, would it be obvious if I said no?  He growled, then, Every single freaking time we go on a field trip with this crazy lady, bad things happen.  Usually involving your friend Satoshi and his crazy demon from hell.

The teacher began taking questions one by one, answering with her usual enthusiasm.  Daisuke cupped his chin in his palm as he quirked his lips into a semi-pout.  I agree, but other then that, the field trips are pretty fun.  And, actually, this is the last field trip of the year - she promised to take us somewhere special for a week.

I hope it doesn't have anything to do with yarn.  He grumbled, making a face.  Daisuke laughed at him, remembering why he didn't like yarn. 

Yarn isn't your forte. 

Don't I know it.  Dark retreated back into his mind, or was going to, but Daisuke stopped him. 

Dark, what's wrong?  You've been a little disgruntled for a while.  The Thief blinked at him and shrugged. 

Everyone has their ups and downs.  I think I'm entitled to mine.

Daisuke knew there was more to it, but let it drop, and Dark went back to sleep.

*

Daisuke walked into a wall.  Blinking, he backed up quickly, rubbing his nose as he refocused on his surroundings.  Oops.  He said to himself, a little embarrassed for having spaced out as he walked through the hallways of school.  A hand landed on his shoulder and he twisted to see Satoshi's blank face behind him.  "Eh?"  He said, blinking again with his hand still on his nose.

"Niwa..." The blue haired boy said, his voice level as always.  "Did you hear where we are going for the field trip?"

"Eh?  You didn't hear it?"

"I fell asleep."  Satoshi shook his head slightly, removing his hand from the other boy's shoulder.

" What?!  You fell asleep?!  During class!?"  Daisuke stared at him like he'd grown a third head.

The blue haired boy blinked.  "Yes."  He gave Daisuke a penetrating look before he spoke again.  "Do you know that you still have your hand covering your nose?"

The red head blinked and quickly lowered his hand, after discovering that, indeed, his hand had been on his nose... still.  Did you know that you're rather annoying?  Dark said sarcastically from inside Daisuke's head, who blushed appropriately.  Dark!  He's my friend!  Dark smirked enigmatically at him.  He's not my friend.  Do I need to remind you that he's probably at this moment thinking of ways to get you in bed – this time, Dark flushed, then amended hastily, er, I mean, he's planning ways to capture me.  After Daisuke began breathing again, and his skin returned to normal temperatures, he retorted, I thought you liked being chased. 

Satoshi was watching him throughout this entire internal battle.  He even raised an eyebrow as he watched Daisuke blush once, then twice, much more furiously then before.

Eh, I need a break everyone in a while.

Then stop stealing and you'll get a break.  It's not like thievery is a job with set hours.

Dark effected an uninterested expression.  Fine.

Daisuke cleared his throat, blinking and refocusing his eyes.  "Um...  actually, Satoshi...  I don't know, either."

The pale haired boy regarded him for another moment before he gave a small half shrug.  "It can't be helped, I guess.  If you find out, tell me."  As he said this, he turned and walked away, hands in pockets and glasses tucked into his shirt, unused at the moment.

*

The week passed by; Daisuke, whether it was from procrastination, laziness, or just forgetfulness, didn't find out where they were going until the morning when the buses arrived to take them to the train station. 

"Daisuke!"  Risa exclaimed as she ran up to him, grinning from ear to ear.  "Daisuke!  Isn't this exciting?"

He blinked and smiled, nodding.  That's it, smile and nod...  "Uh, yeah, exhilarating...  I can't believe we're going to..."

"A HOT SPRINGS RESORT!"  She hollered, bouncing up and down.  Daisuke's eyes widened. 

"H-hot springs?"  He asked.

"Yup!  This is so cool!  A week at a hot springs resort!"

He mustered as much happy-go-lucky spirit he could – it seemed that Dark's depression was contagious.  How dangerous.  "Yeah, awesome!"

"What's awesome?"  Daisuke turned to see Satoshi behind him, staring blankly at him.

Daisuke grinned insincerely.  "We're going to the Hot Springs!"

"I know."

Daisuke forgot he had knees and crashed to the ground.  "Y-you did?"

"Yes." 

" Well then why didn't you tell me!?"  He cried as he crawled slowly to his feet.  The pale haired boy broke his stoic facade with a small, almost wry smile.

"I thought you'd had figured it out by now – the teacher wrote it in big letters on the board."  Daisuke vaguely remembered the chalky scribbles. 

"Ah... oh."  He bent with his hands on his knees, staring at the ground...  "Uh..."

"Did you bring what was on the list?"  Risa inquired, blinking a few times curiously.  Then she swore and began rubbing at her eye, cursing foully about dust particles. 

Daisuke groaned, slipped farther towards the ground, then whimpered out, "No..."

Satoshi stopped staring almost incredulously at Risa, who walked away, still rubbing her eye and cursing so direly that students were clearing a pathway for her nervously.  The pale haired boy transferred his gaze to the Niwa boy who was damn near sinking into the ground, damn physical impossibilities.

"That's okay.  I have an extra pair of swim shorts you can borrow when you need them – that's all you really needed, actually."  Niwa, tears of appreciation forming in his eyes, clung to Hiwatari's arm.

"Thank... you..." He whispered, letting Satoshi drag his weight as he walked towards the bus, ignoring the pain in his shins as they hit the steps on their way up.  Satoshi selected a random seat, sat in it, and watched as Niwa laid himself out in the isle, slowly becoming too depressed to even move.

Dark!  He yelled in his head, trying to catch the maniacally depressing thief's attention.  DARK!!

... What?  Dark asked sullenly.

Snap out of it!  Your depression is making me depressed!

So?

Agh!  As he lay in the isle, hoping no one would step on him, he thought frantically of a way to get out of this dilemma.  Hey, did you hear where we're going for a field trip?

No.  And I don't care.

I think you will.  We're going to a Hot Springs Resort.

... oh.

Hot Springs = Naked pretty girls.

Slowly, Dark began to ease off from his gloomy mood.  Oh.... naked.... pretty.... girls.....  Then it happened.  NAKED PRETTY GIRLS!!

Which was exactly what came out of Niwa's mouth as Riku and Risa stepped over him, chatting happily.  Everyone froze and stared at him as he realized what he'd said, flushing and sinking towards the floor again.

Oops.  Dark grinned impishly as Daisuke fought off a nosebleed.  I guess I got carried away.

Daisuke twitched and climbed onto the seat next to Hiwatari, who regarded him with an almost amused expression.  Just a little....  He replied, leaning back into the seat at the same time he was trying to hide his face.

This is going to be hell this is going to be hell this is going to be hell this is going to be hell....

*

It was a short trip to the train station, in which time period Daisuke took to bundle his sweater on his head and pretend he was someone else, some place else, and hadn't said what he'd managed to say earlier.

Dark, however, had no such inhibitions.

What do you get when you cross a donkey and an onion?

Whaaaaat...?  Daisuke groaned internally, sinking further towards the floor – Satoshi, who had been watching him for the last few minutes, grabbed under both of his arms and hauled him back up to the proper level.

A piece of ass that makes you cry!

Ha.

Not enjoying my jokes?

.... I'm thinking of letting my silence answer you for me.

I'm over heating; take off that damn sweater – I can't even see!

If I can't see them, they can't see me.

If I can't see 'them', I'm going nuts.

Fine.  Niwa retorted, unwrapping the cloth from his head, peeking into the world beyond his sweater.  Happy?

Dark smirked.  Much!

"Daisuke-" Satoshi said, snapping him into the real world.  "We're here."

"We're where?"

"The train station."

"There's a train station?"

"...."

"Uh....  oh."

Daisuke slid out of the seat and filed out of the bus, followed by Hiwatari.  As he stepped from the bus, someone wrapped their arms around his neck, effectively choking him.  "Naked Pretty girls, huh?"

The red head twisted and struggled, making noises as he attempted to get out of the grip.

"Man, when the hell did you become a pervert, Niwa!?"  Takeshi bawled from behind him, finally letting the red head go.  Daisuke knelt on the ground, gasping for air.

"You guys!"  Risa cried from the train platform, hopping up and down and waving her arms around.  "Hurry up or you're going to be late!"

"Crap!"  Takeshi said, and, grabbing Niwa's arm, dragged the boy to the platform, Satoshi behind them, silent as usual.

They managed to board right as the conductor closed the door.  The train lurched and Daisuke lost his footing, tumbling backwards and colliding with Satoshi.  Both boys landed in a heap and tangle of limbs on the floor.

Takeshi blinked at them.  "Uh..  see you later!"  He ran down the car, looking for an open seat – each car had about three rooms on each side with four seats in each compartment – there was one empty compartment, and as soon as the red head and the stoic boy disentangled themselves, they made themselves comfortable, closing the door to keep out any disturbances.  Just in time.  Takeshi ran down the car hallway, chased by a girl with a furious look on her face, holding something that looked potentially lethal.

Daisuke groaned and sunk into a seat, ready for a good nap as Satoshi sat next to him, glasses on and book out.

Hmm, wonder what demon-boy is reading.  Dark mused quietly, also ready for a nap but not admitting it.  The red-eyed boy ignored him and relaxed into the seat, sliding his eyes shut.  He listened to the soft sounds around him....

The whisper of the train racing over the steel tracks, the minute creak of the train fixings, Satoshi's even breathing next to him...

Within minutes, he was asleep.

*

And he awoke, hours later, to someone yelling.

Beyond the yelling, which he had yet to decipher, he could tell that he lay stretched out on the seat, head in someone's lap.  A warm hand cupped his side as it lay across him, limp with sleep.

Blinking, he realized where he was...  and whom he was on.

Holy crap!  He yelped internally as he shot straight up, now face to face with a sleeping Hiwatari.  His book lay forgotten in the hand that hadn't been on Daisuke, laying limp on the seat next to him.  His head hung forward, glasses slipping all the way down his nose until they were almost dangling off it.  He was leaning to the side, slightly, with his hair in his face and his mouth slightly open.  I hope he didn't drool on me...

Dark woke up as well and grin.  Good morning sunshine!  He cried, aware of the situation Daisuke had found himself waking up to.  Heh heh...  What a compromising position....

He trailed off in favor of the yelling.

"Woah!  I never expected this from you, Daisuke!"  Takeshi was saying, rather loudly.  "But whatever – I'm sure we can still be friends-"

"What are you talking about?"  Daisuke moaned, rubbing his head and glaring at his over-reactive friend.  He swung his legs over the seat and leaned forward, pressing the heel's of his palm into his eyes in attempt to wake himself up more fully.

"What do you think?"  Takeshi said, pausing in his rants.  "You're little thing for Satoshi!"

"...  What thing?"

"There's no thing...?"

"Um....  there was a thing to begin with...?"

"Oh...." Takeshi's expression changed suddenly – Daisuke gaped.

"What, you're disappointed there's no thing?!"  Daisuke asked, almost disbelieving.  After all, Takeshi did have a reputation for being off....

"Ah..." Takeshi scratched the back of his head, managing to look a bit like a monkey.  "Er... never mind, then, I guess...."

He left the way he had come and Daisuke slumped back into the seat.  Then Satoshi slid down and landed with his head in Daisuke's lap.

Oh crap.  He said.  Dark laughed.

What do I do!?  He stared at Satoshi, who had managed to bury his head farther into the red-eyed boy's lap.  Agh!  Should I move him?  What if he wakes up and misunderstands...?  Then should I wake him up and tell him to get off...?  But...  Ah!  What if I don't move him or wake him up and he wakes up on his own?!  What if...

Utilize it!  Dark crowed from inside Daisuke's mind.

SHUT UP!!!

Pfffft...  Fine, then.  Just play dead.

Why won't you just shu-  Wait, that's not that bad of an idea...

Eh?

I woke up in his lap...  So what if I was asleep and he woke up in mine...?  Then he wouldn't get the wrong idea!  It wouldn't be my fault, and he'd never know!

Yeah, but what if he put you there in the first place?

Uh..  Put me where?

In his lap.

Daisuke blinked.  Why would he...

Dark laughed enigmatically.  Hurry up and get to sleeping.

*

The next time Daisuke woke up, the train was slowing down...  and he was on the floor of the compartment, tangled in limbs and clothes with Hiwatari.  His face was pressed tight against the crook of Satoshi's neck, and he could feel the blue-eyed boy's breath feathering his hair near his ear.  Arms were wrapped around, and clothing snagged in other clothing.  He groaned inwardly.  How the hell did I get in this mess...?

I know!  Just stay there!  Dark said gleefully, grinning from ear to ear.

NO!!  Dark pouted.  That moment, Satoshi moaned and shifted – Niwa held his breath, half hoping and half dreading that he might waken.  Dark blue eyes blinked sluggishly open, peering down at a red head nestled between his neck and shoulder.

"Uh...  Daisuke?"

"... yeah...?"

"What are....."

"Just help me get out of this..." He mumbled, struggling to break away; he noticed the train was going slower, as well.  They must be getting close to their destination.  Satoshi made him lie still and he unbuttoned Daisuke's shirt, then untangled the clasps, re-buttoning the shirt.  Half of their problem was solved.  But it seemed like Daisuke's pants had somehow gotten caught in Satoshi's shoes...

They sat up, unhooking their belts from one another, then set to work on their pants/shoe problem.  Freeing them, Daisuke jumped up, then sat on the train seat in a rush, dizzy from the sudden race of blood to his head.  He made a face and ran his hands through his hair.  The train stopped rather abruptly, and Daisuke, unprepared, was thrown forward, back on top of Satoshi, who had remained sitting, watching Daisuke curiously.

Groaning, Daisuke sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his head as he grimaced.  The door rolled open and Riku stood there, blinking at them.  "C'mon.  We're here."

Grabbing their luggage, they followed the rest of the students to the train station, huddling together awaiting teacher instructions while at the same time casting their eyes about. 

"Wow, cool," Takeshi said, staring up at the ceiling.  Daisuke followed his gaze, along with Satoshi.  Painted on the ceiling was the summer night sky – except the sky in the painting had two moons and a visible planet with three rings around it.

"Interesting."  Satoshi said.  The teacher waded into the thick of the students, then started hopping up and down, waving her arms and yelling to get everyone's attention.  She instructed them who was to go on which bus, and reminded them that orderly conduct reflected well on their school.

Two busses divided the class – the Harada twins were on one, and Satoshi, Daisuke, and Takeshi were on the other.  Once they boarded, the driver stood up and, after the all settled down, instructed them on proper bus manners – as in, shut up, sit down, and don't throw things out the window.  Kids murmured excitedly to each other in the other seats.  Daisuke, bored and with little else to do, started a staring contest with Takeshi.  After about five minutes of this, Daisuke wondered that if he tried to blink, he might not be able to anymore.  Then he wondered if Takeshi had fallen asleep with his eyes open.

Satoshi was alternating between watching them curiously, and reading his book.  Eventually, though, a girl popped over the seat, startling Daisuke, who blinked and stared at her as she smiled and struck up a conversation.  After she realized none of the boy's were saying anything back, just looking at her, she lapsed into a nervous silence.

"Do you know..." Daisuke began slowly, but Takeshi beat him to the punch.

"You just interrupted our staring contest!"

The girl blinked.  "S-Staring contest?"

"Well, it's boring.  We need something to do..."

"Ah...."

"Look ou-" Someone began to yell up near the front, but it was too late.  Something went thump and a few people, girls, screamed.

"The driver!  He hit a bunny rabbit!"

"A bunny rabbit..." Takeshi said, making a face.

Daisuke swallowed.  Bunny... rabbit...  WITH?!  Where was With!?

Don't worry.  Dark said smoothly.  With is okay.  Daisuke sighed silently and eased into his seat.  The commotion died down quickly, though some girls still looked a little disgruntled.

"Hm."  Satoshi said, going back to his book as he mumbled, "Road kill."

The girl who had popped over the seat gaped at the blue haired boy, then slid back to face the front, shaken as Takeshi grinned.  "Dinner."  The reporter said with a strange gleam in his eyes.  Daisuke slipped back against the seat with a sigh.  He tilted his head and watched Satoshi read through the coverless book – he had removed the cover – and felt the lethargic boredom overcome him once again.

"Hiwatari, what are you reading?"  He asked from his seat.  Without looking up, the pale haired boy answered.

"The Kama Sutra." 

Takeshi fell onto the floor of the bus and the read head landed on top of him.  "Y-you're not serious!"  Daisuke said as they righted themselves, eyes wide.

The bus rolled to a halt before Satoshi answered them and the students piled onto the plaza, chatting, screaming, and abusing each other.  The teacher called to them and captured their attention, and soon everyone was quiet.

"Okay, these are the room assignments!"  She cried, unfolding a piece of paper she dug from her breast pocket.  Takeshi took the chance to kick Daisuke in the shins, who retaliated, and soon the two were rolling around behind the generalized group of children, scuffling loudly – everyone ignored them.

"-with Daisuke Niwa!"  She cried, and Daisuke paused to pop up his head, blinking. 

"Huh?  She called out my name?"  Takeshi tripped him and he hit his chin on the pavement, biting his tongue. 

"Crap!"  He said, rolling onto his back and scrambling up, hopping away from the crazed journalist. 

Satoshi glanced at the red head as he dove behind him, narrowly escaping another attack.  Takeshi stumbled forward, tripped, fell, and lay there.

"You're rooming with me, Daisuke."  Satoshi said as the teacher ended her announcement.  Kids scattered to find their rooming partners, then the teacher led the way inside, asking for two rows, side by side with their rooming partners.  Daisuke took his place next to Satoshi and soon they entered the building, still chatting excitedly.  One by one, the pairs approached the main desk, after the teacher confirmed the reservation, and received a pair of keys, a room number, and instructions.  When it was almost their turn, the teacher blinked and straightened.

"Oh, you remembered to empty the mini bars, right?"  She asked the clerk, who nodded.

Mini bars, eh?  Dark said, cocking an eyebrow.  Too bad they got emptied.

Bad Dark!

Bah.  You should get drunk at least once.  It's fun!

Whatever.

The teacher smiled at them and gave them each a key.  "Hello Niwa, Hiwatari!  Your room is on the second floor, room three-o-four."  Daisuke blinked at her, and they moved aside – he stuffed the key in his pants pocket and the two boys joined the melee of students in the waiting room. 

When each student had a key, the teacher gathered them into a tight not, herself in the middle.  "Okay!"  She said, smiling.  "I know you're all excited to be here, but before you go wandering around, I want you to drop your stuff off in your room, then meet in the large hall on floor three!"  She looked around her.  "Got it!?"

Everyone cheered and dispersed, slowly getting to their own rooms.

*

The two boys stood just inside the room, looking at the furnishings.  "Which bed do you want?"  Satoshi asked as he flung his bag into a corner. 

"Huh?"  Daisuke asked, who had again been off in another world.

"Which bed?  The one near the window or the one near the door?"

Niwa blinked.  "Oh, uh, I don't care.  Whatever."

"Neither do I, go ahead and choose."

"No, it's okay, I really don't care."

"I don't either."

"Me neither."

"Me neither."

They didn't even look at each other or get angry as they battled their 'neithers'. 

*

Riku opened the door, hours later, and stared at them.  "What the hell are you two doing?"

"I don't ca - Oh, Riku, hi."  Daisuke said, waving and smiling.  Hiwatari blinked at her, remaining quiet.

"What are you two doing?"  Riku repeated, folding her arms over her chest.  "The teacher sent me to find you."

"Oh, we're just deciding who should have which bed."

"Geez, you should just flip for it if you want it so bad."

"Oh, I don't care what bed I get."

"Then what's the problem?"  Riku asked, cocking an eyebrow at the two.

"I don't care, either."  Satoshi said, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"Ah..." Riku was failing miserably as she tried to get the picture.  So she gave up, like a good little girl and grabbed their arms, dragging them out the door and down the hallway.

*

When they reached the third floor hallway – after Daisuke had accidentally let his control slip and Dark had pushed every single button on the elevator a second before he hopped off – they found the population of students grouped around the teacher – Takeshi and Sekimoto were pushing each other around, making faces as they did so.  Riku dragged them all the way up to the teacher, who blinked and smiled. 

"Niwa!  Hiwatari!  So you haven't been dragged into outer space and been made into interstellar warriors with no memories of your previous life!"  The just stared at her.  Partly because they couldn't understand half of what she said, and partly because they had.  She continued, oblivious.  "Since everyone is here... Takeshi!"  The boy paused in his fight with Sekimoto, which had escalated into a light saber battle, and blinked at the teacher.  "Bring me a chair...  Or ... Something!"

He nodded and ran to collect... something, Sekimoto tagging along antagonistically.  He came back, moments later, with a chair, which he placed before the teacher.  She stepped up on it and waved her arms, screeching to get the classes attention.

"Yay!  We're all here, alive, and unmolested!"  She cried.

"What's unmolested mean...?"  A girl in the melee of students asked innocently and was ignored.  The teacher continued.

"We want to stay alive through out this trip, and I want to keep my job and stay out of court, so there are rules to follow!"  She smiled, dangerously close to...  doing some just like her.  "First – Guys have one hot spring thing and girls have another hot spring thingy!  I don't want either sneaking over to the wrong side!  There will be no baby making!!  Second – When late at night, you must have a partner to come with you if you are going to the hot spring thingy!"

Some one muttered, "Why the hell is she calling it a 'hot spring thingy'?"  But they were ignored as well.

"Third – the mini bars have been emptied, so there's no alcohol.  If you really want to get drunk, ask someone else, just don't tell anyone that I said you could get drunk, cause I didn't!  And last – no trashing the rooms!  Or stealing!  Well, the little things, like towels and shampoos and soaps you can steal, but no taking furniture or anything that can't fit into your backpack!"  Some of the students muttered to each other, but the murmur soon died out. "Okay, this is how the field trip works; if you want tours, go ahead and take them, but you have to check into your room every twenty four hours.  You can leave the resort and wander around town, but you still have to come back!  And you have to take a buddy!  I don't want any alien abductions on this field trip!"

Again, students began buzzing excitedly about this prospect.

"Last thing I have to say before we get this show on the road!  If anyone is alien abducted, you still have to check into the resort within twenty-four hours!!!!"

She bowed and stepped down from the chair.  Sekimoto stood near Daisuke and Hiwatari, all three of them staring at her with varied expressions of disbelief, as was most of the class.  The parts of the class who weren't stunned were the ones with funny glasses on and were really just asleep while they stood through her presentation.   

She dismissed the class and again and they dispersed, wandering to their rooms or other such places.  A few of them had plans for mayhem...

*

Daisuke was tired by the time they got back to the room, even though it wasn't even noon.  He opened the door yawning, and fell onto the closest bed, loosing consciousness before he even hit the mattress.

But that didn't mean Dark fell asleep as well.

~In Dark's 'perverted' mind~

No way....  No.....  Way....  I can't believe this....  It isn't fathomable....  Dark suppressed the depressing urge to cry.

She said we can't sneak over to see pretty naked girls!!!!

He then remembered the red head.

Daisuke...  Looks like you're going to be spending this field trip being REALLY depressed....