Disclaimer: I don't own Xengosaga or The King of the Hill.

Author's note: I'm going to fill in the black spaces (in other words, half the story) that Amissathearies is leaving out in her love for Albedo. So, sit back and enjoy the same story in a different point of view (in other words, an essentially completely different story).

Another thing to watch is Part II of this chapter. It's not in order at all. I was going for a Brave New World affect. According to these here people who you guys can't see, I succeeded. So, you might need to look back a few lines to follow the whole thing. But, you're going to have to read it to understand stuff.

Moments

"You're It!"

"No I'm not! No tag-backs!"

"What! But you did it to me!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

"You turned around! Not a tag-back!"

"I did not!"

A short moment of tension, and the white-haired boy leaped atop his flame-haired brother. The boys wrestled in the snowy grass as their younger sibling stood near by, just watching, silently. His manner was calm and easy. It was truly one of his "King of the Hill" moments. Any second you'd expect him to take a deep breath and completely un-enthused, quote "Yep."

He falling snow took rest on the two children's heads, the tiny flakes finding refuge in their camouflage or behind the immense hidden powers of the devil's number. He watched their intertwined bodies and wished for just one moment…just a second…he could have what they had. Nigredo is darkness. It is death and decomposition: the first step of an ancient religion towards achieving self-awareness. It was this concept after which he was named, and it was this concept which he felt. His loneliness hurt like a fresh stab wound being constantly renewed, though he was surrounded by people he loved. He just wanted to act without having to invite himself in- to no longer play a mere support role.

His thought, however, were disrupted as somewhere-deep within his mind-he heard a deafening crack….

Meanwhile, somewhere else…

"This child has some serious problems…."

"This court is now in session!"

"We may never totally repair the subconscious damage."

"How do you plea?"

"Don't worry, Sweety."

"Her therapy will be intense."

"My clients plea: Not Guilty."

"Your Honor, because of their blatant negligence of this child…"

"Just stay calm and strong, Sweety."

"There is no guarantee of success, still."

"…8 innocent people are dead."

"There is one more option, though."

"The child ran off! There was no way!…"

"They weren't watching nor tried…."

"It also guarantees nothing…."

"Now, 3 adults…"

"We only have some data proving…"

"…5 children…"

"It's okay, it's okay."

"…that is might be beneficial."

"Ssshhhh…"

"After such a traumatic car accident…"

"…are dead!"

"Sssshhhhh, ssssshhhhh."

"…we're worried about her abilities to cope."

"They've never sought help for her condition?"

"No, Your Honor."

"So, we'll continue her usual therapy during her stay."

"It's okay, okay."

"GUILTY!"

And then the mallet crashed down with a sickening smack that eternally embedded itself in the subconscious of a 9-year-old girl where it would be forever reverberating….