Chapter 16: The Road To Ireland

"Well Dark lets just get this over with!" Mark said. They were preparing to go to Ireland, to go to Anti. To get Dark to apologize. "What are you waiting for da-" Mark stopped mid sentence when dark into a small bat like creature with pink tipped wings. His pure energy form. "Aaawww you're so cute!" Dark just rolled his eyes and went to enter Mark. Mark ran away. "Wait, have you done this before? Does it hurt? Does it tingle?" "No, no, and no." Dark answered in an annoyed voice. His voice was deeper and rougher. It sounded like it was painful. "Mark I'm not exactly comfortable, please just stop talking so I can get out of this." "Oh okay, I'll let you in. Please don't hurt me." With that dark took over.

Mark was still in control but yet he wasn't alone. He was seeing this world through Darks' eyes. He even had Darks' memory. The whole memory. The most recent ones too. "Okay Dark how do we do this?" "Just walk, that's it." At that moment mark started walking. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel like him walking. "Dark,get out, please." They separated at that very moment.

The moment that they separated, Dark just flew out of Mark hitting the wall. Slowly, he slid down the wall and hit the floor. "Dark are you okay? That looked like something you'd see in the movies!" Mark said laughing to himself. "Yeah I'm fine" Dark said annoyed, transforming into his normal form.

"We don't have to go through that until tomorrow, right?" "Yeah I think we're good." Dark said. "I think we should go through it one more time after you pack." "What about you, Dark, you don't any other clothes?" Mark was right. All he was wearing were his guarding clothes. A white vest like shirt with red markings, representing his proud country. His pants were white. Very poofy. And he was wearing black boots. He also had blue markings in the language of his home on his arms.

"Okay Mark, tell you what take me to where you go for the clothes you wear." "Hell, yeah!" Mark took Dark to his closet. Mark took out a ton of clothes and turned on some music. "What are you doing Mark?" "Getting you to be fun." Mark said getting Dark to stand. A small cube came out of Darks pocket. "Oh what's that?" "It's my cube, so I could go home. Didn't I tell you?" "Maybe...?" "God how could I be opposites of a total idiot?" Dark thought to himself. "Fine I'll explain it to you. I press this big blue button, do you see it?" "Yes." "Good. Now I press the button and I a giant baby blue swirl will surround me or me and another person can go back to where I live. Now remember this or I'll make you regret this." "Got it." Mark gulped.

Two hours and several terrible songs later.

"Well that was tiresome" Mark said yawning. "I imagine you're tired too eight Dark?" Mark looked over at Dark. He was wearing new clothes. A dark pair of skinny jeans and a red and black shirt. "Yeah I'm exhausted." "Okay Dark go to the spare room to the left." "Thanks Mark. I appreciate it. And I can't wait to finally see Anti. I hope he's okay." "I'm sure he's going to be some what happy to see you especially since you and I are going through, well goodnight." "Goodnight."

Dark laid down on the soft mattress. He felt his eyelids suddenly weigh a hundred pounds each. Before he shut his eyes he thought to himself "I hope you could forgive Anti. I do care about you. I care about you way more than you ever think. Anti I hope to whoever I have to that you're not angry at me, that you're not insane." With that final thought he said in a low tired voice "look out Ireland, here we come!" With a smile he fell asleep.