[Disclaimer] I do not own The King of Fighters! And I don't own Kanon, either! All the credit goes to the creators, okay!

[Author's Note] Sorry about the typos and other writing errors.

(Chapter Two – Rock's Train)

Narrator: After hours and hours of endless wondering around, Rock soon collapsed onto some train tracks in the middle of nowhere. Hours later, he began to hear a loud train whistle. He soon opened his eyes after he heard it about two more times. He stood up and noticed that a train was coming towards him. Soon as he seen the train, he started to feel happy.

Rock: A train? A train! That can give me some shelter! *Starts doing a dance* YEEHAAW!

Narrator: The train then began to move very fast all of the sudden. Before he knew it, the train started to go passed him. He started to run next to it, waiting to see an opening. Soon as he seen an opening, he jumped for it. Risking his own life in the process, he grabbed onto a handle that was on the side of the train. He hung onto the handlebar very tightly, trying his best to hang on from falling off of the speeding locomotive. His grip began to slip as he struggled to pull himself onto the train. Soon enough, he pulled himself onboard the train. He then began to lie down on the ground as he tried to catch his breath.

Rock: *Panting* Woo-wee! That was close! *Wipes forehead* Heehaw! Boy howdy! Aren't I lucky! Now, I just need to find something to eat.

Narrator: Rock began to search for food, and the only thing he found was bags of oats and jars of lukewarm water. He sat down and began to eat. He'd eat a hand full of oats, and then chug down it down with a big gulp of warm water. Later on that day, he began to walk around the train. He soon noticed that no one was on board. He was all by himself, and that made him feel like he had his own home. Days later, he also noticed that the train would never stop anywhere. Even when he pulled the lever to stop it from moving, it never did stop. That sort of gave him pause of wanting to stay onboard the train, but he stood anyway. Every day, he would eat oats, drink nasty water, shovel coal into the train, and sing songs while playing an old banjo as he sat down in the caboose of the train; he found the old banjo lying around somewhere on the train a few days after he was onboard. Two years later, Rock became very scruffy and rugged looking, and he sure needed to shave. He was officially a bum on a train. He loved his train very much. He believed that he'd never leave it, and that this was how he was going to spend the rest of his life, but he was wrong.

End of part two! Short, I know, but this isn't really meant to be a big and meaty story, you know?