King of Bandit Jing: Gilded Smile

[Winged Mirage]

9th Shot: Life Guarded by the River of Death

"Well, that could've gone smoother."

"Oh, yathink?" Kir growled, flying right next to Jing. The spiky-haired boy had taken off his euphoric mask, once again revealing his gray eyes to the world. "I mean, really, why'd you have to steal a plane with a bunch of people on it? Couldn't've we just flown here?"

"That airspace had very high security," Jing explained casually. "So I figured that if we took a commercial plane, we'd wouldn't be suspected..."

"But you didn't count on your complete and total lack of experience with a plane," the black avian finished for him.

"Well, yeah."

'Geez, you're hopeless sometimes, you know that?" Kir sighed. "And why'd you let the passengers know that you were piloting?"

"Oh that," the black-haired boy replied. "I was just having a little fun."

"Figures."

"Well, here we are."

"Eh?" Kir mumbled, looking around. Big, boring buildings surrounded them, with some dully painted planes buzzing above. Ordinary people wandered from shop to normal shop.

It looked just like the rest of the inner city to him.

"Here we are?" Kir questioned. "Where's here?"

Jing stomped on the edge of metal lid, causing it to fly away and expose the manhole beneath.

"...You're joking, right?"

Jing slipped down the hole without a word.

Grumbling, the dark bird reluctantly followed his partner down into the darkness.

Where they landed was no more mysterious than the city above. It was just your usual nasty sewer, complete with mutated rats, slime-drenched walls, and brownish-green gunk rushing by. And, of course, the gagging, omnipresent stench.

"Are you nuts?!" Kir yelled, covering his upper beak with his wing. "No one with half a brain would keep golden apples of youth down here!"

"That's what they want you to think."

Kneeling down just over the filthy river of fluid, he held out his right arm and bent his hand downward. Instantly a thin, long blade shot out from underneath the sleeve.

"Whaddaya doing?" the bird with the crimson bandana questioned, cautiously coming closer to his comrade. "You shouldn't get too close to that stuff. It's toxic!"

"Oh really?"

The gray-eyed boy dipped his blade into the sewage. The tainted liquid made no ripple or splash as the blade was inserted. Pulling it out, the blade remained as dry and clean as before it had entered the poisonous mixture.

"An illusion can't hurt you unless you believe in it."

The dark albatross gaped.

Before Kir realized what was going on, Jing wrapped his arm around the black bird and leapt straight into the nonpresent stream of waste.

"J-Jing! Wait!"

For a while there was nothing but blackness. Kir could feel him and his partner being pulled down, but there was no bottom in sight. It was eerie, the feeling of getting nowhere. It seemed like the cold darkness was closing in, getting ready to devour them.

Then suddenly the lusting darkness was chased away by blinding gold. Kir's eyes could hardly adjust to the change before he felt Jing land on solid ground.

Released by his partner, Kit took wing to better examine his new surroundings. Everything was painted an overwhelming yellow, from the ceiling, to the floor, to the odd, box-like machines that filled the room.. Whirring, hissing and chugging sounds fell on the ears. Not a person was in sight.

"What is all this?" Kir asked, staring.

"This..." Jing began."...Is the true inner of Phrenetikos. Welcome to the factory of the golden apples!"

[Krazy]

:o

Jing is so smart and smexiful. <3 I luffles him. ;3

Pwning updart, WM! Yer just speedin' on through this story. xD;

[GuardianOfHearts]

PWNAGE WM!

Jing is awesome. :3 I loved the part when he hijacked the plane. Hilarious!

Can't wait for more! ^-^

[Winged Mirage]

Yay! Now that GoH's all caught up, I shall put up the next chappy while I teach her in the way of the Pokemon. PH3AR Chuchino, my Level 100 Raichu.

XDDD

Oh, and so glad the airplane episode was so well liked.

Shot 10: Dalios

"Man, how much longer am I gonna hafta wait?"

This bored complaint came from the mouth of a small boy, no more than ten. He wore an outfit of red, with yellow stripes down the long sleeves, sides, and pants. Brilliant emerald eyes scanned from his perch on one of the giant golden cables linked up to the machines. His most eye-catching feature, his short, stark-white hair, gleamed in the bright light just above him. To anyone looking up at him, he was nothing more but a black silhouette.

Right next to him was an odd mutt puppy. He seemed to be a mix between corgi and an eskimo dog. The canine was colored deep orange and white, with odd white oval spots on the sides. In fact, the puppy seemed to be a bit on the chubby side. He licked on the boy's hand and whined, looking up at him with big, sad eyes, and putting his fox-like head on the boy's lap.

"Yeah, I know boy," the emerald-eyed kid replied, stroking the puppy's head. "They're taking forever, aren't they?"

Suddenly the small dog's head shot up and snapped into another direction, his large pointed ears twitching and his black nostrils flaring. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, lapping up the air. Then he began to snarl, bearing its sharp teeth and showing off two usually long top canines. The tip of the orange-and-white mutt's tail quivered stiffly, and the hairs on its back and neck stood on end.

"Huh? What is it, boy?"

Just then, the white-haired boy spotted two strangers wandering closer to one of the huge wired boxes. One was a black-haired, gray-eyed teen wearing an all-too-bright and all-too-long orange coat, while the other was a black albatross with a red bandana tied around his narrow neck.

"Wah! They're here!"

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"A-Are you serious, Jing?!" Kir exclaimed. "This is really where they make the golden apples?"

"Yup," his partner replied, studying the machinery.

"But since when are apples made in factories?" the black albatross asked. "Last time I checked, apples grow on trees."

"Well, these aren't ordinary apples," Jing stated, walking closer toward the equipment. "See those golden cables?"

Kir looked up to see the huge, thick cords linked up to the machines.

"Oh yeah! Aren't those the cables that connect the upper area with the lower area?"

"That's right," the raven-haired boy replied. "They're used to transfer power to the games and rides below. Or that's what people here are led to believe."

"In reality, it's the opposite. All that youth, all of that happiness, all that energy generated by the children and other young people here, is siphoned from the air by those cables and transported here, where it is processed into the ingredients for the golden apples. That is the true purpose of the outer area."

"Whoa..." Kir responded.

The two of them admired the machinery for a few moments.

"Heh. Not bad."

Jing and Kir whipped around to see a short kid with colorless hair standing right behind them. At his feet was a small puppy with his foxy ears pointed backwards, growling and barking.

"And you are..." asked Jing, not seeming the least bit concerned about this new arrival.

"I am Dalios!" the red-clad boy announced proudly. "And this is Rolly."

The pup yipped in response.

"And you're the Bandit King and his partner, right?"

"How'd you know?" the dark avian questioned.

"Heh, only the Bandit King could find this place by himself," Dalios answered. "Me and Rolly just followed you here."

"So you're planning on stealing the golden apples as well?" Jing asked.

"That's right," Dalios replied with a smirk. "You're not the only bandit running around."

"I see-" the gray-eyed boy responded. "But you know-"

He extended the blade hidden under his right sleeve.

"I'm not the type to share with the likes of you."

"Well, duh, of course not,' the emerald-eyed boy remarked. "You wouldn't be much of a Bandit King if you were generous. I'm gonna take the apples for myself, and beat the legend himself while I'm at it!"

Dalios pulled out a dark blue whip. It seemed ordinary enough, but looking closer Jing could tell that some kind of technology was embedded into the body of the weapon. Just what kind of technology, though, he couldn't tell.

"Is that so?" the Bandit King questioned.

"You runt? Beat us? HA!" Kir bellowed. "Never in a million years!"

"Oh really?" the red-outfitted boy challenged. "I bet I can beat you guys to the golden apples any day!"

"Bring it on!" Kir taunted.

"Sure, why not?" replied Jing, shrugging.

"Then let's do this!" exclaimed Dalios. "C'mon Rolly!"

The pair of thieving duos began dashing towards one of the factory machines.

[Krazy]

Go, Jing! KICK HIS UNBISHIEFUL ASS! \ (^o^) /

Pwningful update, WM! LET ZEH VIOLENCE ENSUE! :D

[Winged Mirage]

Yes, let the chaos begin! And I hope I get it right, 'cause my rough draft of this is pretty iffy, so I'll probably have to do quite a bit of adjusting. Oh yeah, and most of this chapter probably won't make scientific sense, but then again, this IS the Jing universe we're talking about. Since when do things here have to make scientific sense...?

11th Shot: The Game Commences

The first thing Dalios did was pick up Rolly and jump onto the top of the nearest wired box. He twisted the base of the rope and lashed the rope down, causing a large splotch of pale green liquid to emerge from the tip. This thick fluid apparently was a ravenous acid, as it rapidly began to eat the metal it touched. A sizeable hole was soon in the machine, the edges of the hole sizzling from the acid's effects. Without a moment's hesitation, the emerald-eyed boy slipped inside.

Soon after Dalios had dived into the hole, Jing and Kir got on top of the machine and followed suit. Might as well let the kid take care of their problem of entering the next part of the factory.

Inside, the legendary duo passed through a faint orange gas poured in from a series of holes in the sides of the box. Just below this vapor was a thick golden gas, surging in through the main cables connected to the box. When Jing and Kir fell into this yellow haze, their pummel was slowed, like diving into water. Not a thing could be seen ; no ceiling, no floor, no Dalios.

Suddenly they felt themselves being pulled forward by an outside force. Jing felt his body tilt forward, his arms being pinned to his sides and his legs straighten out without consent as he began to accelerate at breakneck alacrity. Though he couldn't see Kir through the yellow smoke, he was sure that his partner was experiencing something similar. It was strange; even though he had no freedom of movement whatsoever and had no idea where he was going, he still felt a indescribable joy as he and Kir were carried by the golden gas.

It seemed like the duo just entered the vapor when suddenly they were spat out back into fresh air. They had just been ejected from a large pipe that had been carrying the orange gas and golden gas from the wired boxes. The two vapors, the orange gas still lying on top of the yellow one, were being poured into a giant vat with a huge fan. The vapors being forced to mix, the gases turned from orange and yellow to a deep purple.

"Kir!" called Jing, seeming unintimidated by the blades spinning menacingly below.

"I gotcha Jing!"

A flash of light was created, but the albatross wasn't mounted onto Jing's arm this time. In fact, the avian was in a rather different form altogether.

Kir was now attached to Jing's back, his own spine fused with the Bandit King's, with some leftover spine serving as a tail of sorts. The ribcages of the dark avian, in a much larger size than in his gun fusion, were clamped onto Jing's chest, while each of Kir's black wings were now as long as Jing himself. They gave off a brilliant, mystifying green light, with their eyes glowing dark emerald.

Their fall was thwarted by only a few flaps of those huge wings. Soon they spotted Dalios and Rolly below, running down a pipe that was connected to the vapor vat. The winged Bandit King dived down to the white-haired kid and his mutt puppy.

It took a lot more energy for Kir to go into this form, and it had cost Kir his voice. He could only emit indecipherable squawks and croaks when he opened his beak. However, there were advantages to sharing the same spine.

Let's show that little punk why you're called the Bandit King!

...such as telepathy.

Having their spines connected meant having their minds connected as well, which allowed them to read each other's thoughts. It was quite convenient, really, since only a mind reader could spoil their attack and stealing plans.

Dalios felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Looking back, he had a moment's slip of reason and thought that a monster was chasing him.

Indeed, the Bandit King did look like a monster. The zombie-like albatross was hidden by the boy's hair, seeming like Jing himself that sprouted wings. Weak, warped cries of the dark avian brought on a kafkaesque effect. His eyes, blazing shadow emerald, hardly seemed human at all. It was enough to have anyone question their sanity.

"Heh," Dalios smirked, after regaining his composure. "So that's why some people call you the Demon King as well."

The Bandit King zoomed over Dalios's head, surging into the maze before them.

The entire area was a complex intertwining of pipes of all shapes and sizes. They weaved in and out, making the whole place a tangled metal jungle bathed in blackness.

The lack of light was quickly remedied by Jing's own illumination. With the pipes stripped of their protective darkness, the winged thief easily found his way through the gaps of interlocked metal tubes, hardly losing any speed in the process.

Soon a white light could be made out in the distance. The radiance steadily became brighter and brighter as he continued to navigate his twisting path through the metal tubes. After a while, the light illuminated the positions of the pipes, making it all the easier for Jing to make his way through the interwoven metal. Then the light embraced Jing as he entered the radiance, and for just a moment the Bandit King was blinded.

Here ya go! BTW, the flight mode was something I made up myself, so don't go looking for it in the manga or anime XP. I think this chappy makes sense...I hope it makes sense XP.

[Winged Mirage]

BUMP

Will update when I get some reviews. In the meantime I can work on the rough draft. If there are no reviews tomorrow, then I'll update anyway.

...Everyone's playing kh2, aren't they? XD I have it, but I've been too busy to actually play it XP. I should have time tomorrow, though.

[Krazy]

Sorrah for not posting. ^-^; I was in a hurry when I first read it, and had to leave soon after. So here I posteth.

TEH VIOLENCE! That wannabe is goin' down. PWN HIM, JING/KIR! >D

[Winged Mirage]

Been busy playing/talking about KH2 pretty much all the past week, like...well everyone else XP. Demyx and Axel PWN! Long live the Organization! Except Xaldin and Xemnas...they can die <_<.

I'll probably be posting a one-shot fairly soon, focused on Axel. GoH, I need to talk to you about that next IM. There's some theory kinks I need to work out.

Now back to the current story, Gilded Smile.

12th Shot: Toy Shop Madness

The flying duo found themselves in what must have been the main part of the factory. There were machines regularly creaking and pounding as they did their assigned tasks, whether it be shaking a huge spear full of lavender gas, pouring gold into molds shaped like the bottom and top halves of apples, or polishing the finished product. Conveyor belts were strung all over the place like party streamers over the brightly-colored, yet heavily dusty area. Not a living thing was in sight; it seemed that the entire operation was left to fend for itself....

Kir, let's separate, Jing suggested.I want to save my energy

Good idea, the black albatross replied.

There was a brief flash of light, and the two of them were pulled apart and became just boy and just bird once more. Without a moment's hesitation, they rushed towards the rather childish machinery.

There were two problems with that kind of fusion state. For one, they couldn't use Kir Royale, or any substitute energy attack. It worked best for defense and speed, not offense. The other issue was that this form took a lot more energy to fuel, so it was hard to maintain for a long amount of time.

It didn't just wear out Kir; the Bandit King had to donate a lot of his own youthful power to activate and use its abilities. With the gun fusion, Jing used little to no energy to launch the attack. Kir drew the power from himself; the steel-eyed boy merely pulled the trigger. But with the flight fusion, both Jing and Kir were pumping those huge, majestic wings, and the dark avian needed to siphon strength from the Bandit King's in order to support the form of flight fusion. In short, it was a lot more complicated than the rather simple gun fusion.

"So this is the heart of the factory, huh?' Kir stated, gliding around to get a better look at the quite silly-looking equipment.

Many of the mechanics reminded him of blown-up versions of the toys that were made in the park. Giant ducks, much like the toy Jing had used earlier to scare the albatross, squawked loudly as they sprayed out a lavender gas out of their mouths and into condensing machines. Monstrous teddy bears in bonnets carried raw ores of gold and dumped them into processing machines. Life-size boy and girls dolls studied the molded gold for design flaws and fluke deformities.

"How come all these toys are doing all the work? Where are all the people?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if the locals have completely forgotten about this place," Jing remarked.

"Whaddya mean?" Kir questioned. "How could anyone forget about a place as valuable as this?"

"As we grow older, we sometimes forget what made us so youthful in our childhood, or our memories of those times become distorted. Most likely this place was created by people just starting to age, who wanted to restore the youth spirit they were beginning to lose. But these apples are made from other children's youthfulness, and what they wanted to reclaim was their own youthfulness, not someone else's. So the people became disheartened, unsatisfied with the factory's results, and abandoned it."

"What a waste of perfect golden apples," responded Kir. "Speaking of abandoned, looks like that runt gave up the chase. Don't see him any-"

"Yo!"

Jing and Kir's heads snapped upward and happened to spot a certain white-haired boy perched on top of one of the giant ducks. His fox-eared dog stood at his feet, growling.

"HUH?! B-but we left him in the dust back there!" The black avian babbled. 'There's no way he could've caught up to us!"

Dalios wasted no time to ascend to a nearby conveyor belt.

"Jing!"

"Gotcha!"

A flash of light later, and Kir became attached to Jing's arm. The orange-coated boy leapt into the air and pointed downwards.

"Give me a Kir Royale!"

The sheer force of the blast propelled the duo upward, allowing them to land on a conveyor belt adjacent to the crimson-outfitted child. Another sphere of lime-hued energy was forming in Kir's mouth.

"Give me a Kir Royale!"

The emerald-eyed boy quickly jumped off to avoid being eradicated by the laser blast. The conveyor belt was cut clean in two, and crashed into any hapless machinery that happened to be in its path of descent. Landing on another belt, Dalios twisted his rope and lashed out the acid it dripped towards the Bandit King.

The raven-haired boy swiftly leapt straight up, letting the acid prey on the metal below him instead. He was about to summon another Kir Royale when Rolly slammed into him, causing the attack to fizzle out before it even begun. The pup's attack had done little other damage, however, and Jing was able to knock it aside and continue his chase after the boy with colorless hair.

And so it went. Jing seemed to have the greater acrobatic skills and speed, but Dalios could take shortcuts through the tangle of mechanics either because of his small stature or through the help of his dog pulling just the right switches to open just the right path. The two bandit boys ran side by side, flinging acid sprays and energy blasts at one another the whole way. They didn't care what got hit, whether it was bears, dolls, conveyor belts, or other vital machinery, as long as it wasn't them. Several times it seemed that one of them would be doomed to be hit by their opponents deadly attack, but by some great agility or god's grace they somehow managed to slip away from danger more or less unscathed. To those who didn't know better, it seemed that far more than two boys were waging war in the colorful factory.

The factory behind them now in sheer chaos, the boys were now racing after a lone swan robot, carefully carrying a batch of golden fruit, they very apples they lusted for. The swan, in its own programmed little world, remained blissfully unaware of the two thieves closing in on it and its highly desirable cargo. In a flash Jing and Kir detached, then reattached as they morphed into flight fusion. Now gifted with wings, it took little effort for the Bandit King to break away from the neck-to-neck race.

Now or never

"Rolly!" Dalios cried.

Dalios picked up the small canine and tossed him straight at the winged master thief. Paws outstretched, mouth wide open, fangs fully extended, the orange pup landed on Jing's shoulder and sank his teeth deep into the black-haired boy's shoulder.

Jing winced at the sharp pain of the wound, but it hardly mattered to him now. With a simple barrel roll, the dog was shaken off and thrown into a wall, where it lay in a daze.

"Rolly!"

As the white-haired child ran over to check on the corgi mix, the Bandit King swiftly snatched away the swan's basket of precious apples. The winged thief shot straight up, slipping away through an aged hole in the wall, no longer to be seen or challenged.

But this didn't seem to bother Dalios, as he petted his recovering canine, who barked happily in return. In fact, he didn't seem to even care that he had lost the race to the golden rarities.

Instead, he and his dog turned their gazes to the wrecked factory that lay just behind them. Equipment was half-blown apart or melted, with conveyor belts hanging lifelessly from the machinery. Robot workers wandered the area in confusion, unaware of either what to do or that they were missing some part of themselves.

Dalios sighed.

"And now we clean all this up...Joy..."

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"Hah! We sure showed that brat!"

Jing and Kir were on the fields just on the outskirts of Phrenetikos. The raven-haired boy was currently studying on of the golden apples he had swiped. The rest of the batch remained in the basket beside him.

"Kid was nothing but hot air!" Kir bragged to no one in particular. Perhaps he was practicing his tale for the ladies. "Bet the runt's run home to cry to his mommy."

"Hey Kir."

"Yeah?"

The boy in the blazing coat held up the apple he'd been looking over.

"Want some?"

The avian stared at the apple blankly for a few moments.

"Want some? Want some what?" Kir asked, eyeing the highly valued apple. "It's not like we can eat it."

"Well, that's true," Jing answered. "But..."

The Bandit King twisted the stem of the apple, first to the right, then to the left, then twice of the right, and then three more times to the left.

The top of the apple popped off.

"The thing you have to keep in mind for anything that's gilded: You never know what lies inside."

Just as Jing had said, the interior of the apple was hollow. Inside was a lavender liquid, with some white swirls spiraling endlessly on the surface of the substance.

"Whoa...so that's the youthfulness from the outer ring of Phrenetikos?" Kir asked, staring and he and Jing's reflection in the liquid.

"Yep," Jing answered. "The golden apple was just a shell to protect what it held inside. It may not be as good as your own youth, but it's still pretty good stuff."

The dark-haired child carefully poured some of the liquid into the top half of the apple shell, and handed it to the black avian.

"So.." the Bandit King continued, lifting up the lower half of the golden vessel. "Bon Appetite!"

Kir grinned and clanged the golden shell against Jing's. "Bon Appetite!"

Both downed their drinks with a single gulp.

....WHEW!

[Krazy]

I... I skimmed again. <.< >.>;;

[Winged Mirage]

Now for a short break for the craziness

13th Shot: Symptom

"HeyJingHowAreYouI'mGreatYouTooWannaPlayWannaPlayL et'sPlayLet'sPlay!"

Yep, Kir was definitely feeling the effects of that shot of youthfulness he got the other day. Almost immediately after consumption, Jing and the albatross found themselves endowed with limitless energy and cheer. They zigged and zagged all over the place, playing forgotten childhood games, challenging each other to dares, playing pranks on one another, and just doing stupid stuff in general.

Their childish hyperness continued into the night, and into the next day as well. The endless energy the lavender liquid provided had them bouncing off the walls well after it had been consumed. In fact...

"HeyLet'sPlayTagYou'reItC'monC'monLet'sPlayLet'sPl ayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlay!"

...Kir was still bouncing off the walls.

Jing, on the other hand, wasn't feeling so hyper anymore. About around noon he was suddenly seized by aches and lethargy, which greatly hampered his youthful enthusiasm and playfulness. In fact, it was the reason that Jing decided to take the train to Zaza instead of running all the way there like he proclaimed that he would earlier that day.

Now, feeling more exhausted than ever, his head was leaning against the window of the locomotive, trying to get some shuteye. His ever-hyper partner wasn't helping.

"Jiiiiiing-"

"Stop it, Kir!" he snapped, glaring at the bird fiercely despite his oncoming headache. "Go bother some cute chick or something."

"But girls are icky."

Only the power of the lavender liquid would ever make the avian say such a thing.

"Then go mess with some other guy then," the gray-eyed Bandit King growled. "Just leave me alone."

"Hmph! Fine!" Kir scoffed, sulking off the bother some other passengers.

Jing sighed and let himself slide farther down his seat.

"...Finally."

Normally the trains had two long, cushioned benches on opposite sides, so that he could either look out the window or lie down and take a nap. Also, despite their convenience, not too many people rode on the locomotives, whether it be from a distrust of technology, a lack of money, or otherwise. Jing didn't mind this, however, as it made the trip to other lands that much more relaxing.

This time, though, he happened to steal a ticket for one of the newest trains. It was said to be much faster than the other locomotives, and much less bumpy. They even had more for passengers, despite being about the same size of the older trains. It seemed like a pretty good deal, so he got on.

As it turned out, the extra room was made possible by having a very crowded seating system. Instead of two extended benches, there were several rows of two seats, lined up on each side of the passenger car. Normally Jing would've have minded, but his head was pounding and his body ached so much that all he wanted to do was lie down.

Then there was the noise. Because it was so new, and so much more room, lots of people were on board, which led to crowded conditions. They chatted, they laughed, they coughed, and they were no help whatsoever to Jing's migraine.

Shutting his eyes and groaning, he found himself wishing that the train would hurry up and get to Zaza and that everyone on board would just shut up.

"Sir? Sir, are you allright?"

Jing wearily lifted his head up to look at a girl about his age. Judging by the white and orange uniform, she was one of the waitresses working on the train. Her short and neatly trimmed black hair had a green sheen to it,, and her jade eyes bore a gentle, worried look.

"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled.

"Um, you're shivering. Are you cold?"

He hadn't realized it until then, but he had been quivering erratically the past few minutes. He had no idea why; it wasn't like he was feeling cold. If anything, he felt a bit on the warm side...

"No...I'm fine..."

"Are you sure?"

"HEY GIRL! MORE CHIPS!" someone demanded.

"Oh! Coming!" she shouted back before briefly turning back to the black-haired boy. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Allright..."

The room seemed to melt away as his senses abandoned him

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He wandered in a scenery of pure white. Not a detail or landmark was to be found; nothing in front of him, nothing behind him, nothing to the sides. The only thing that gave this place any characteristic at all was the fact that the ground and air was cold to his skin, seeming to burrow beneath the flesh and chill his heart. He hardly noticed it, though, as he kept walking on and on. It didn't matter that he was numbed by the cold; in fact, he preferred to. It wouldn't matter. He'd get there eventually.

But get to where? For what reason?

Why?

...He honestly had no idea.

There we go! Might be a coupel days before I update this again. Writer's Block on rough draft O_<.

[Krazy]

WHO WAS THAT GIRL?! SHE MUST DIE. D:<

JING IS MYNE, BIOTCH! >.>;

I only somewhat skimmed through that one. :D;