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Chapter 1 - Hitting it big

(Manhattan - Nighttime)

You all know what night in the city that never sleeps means, right? Bar night, and bar night sometimes has someone idiotically shout, "Fight nigh tonight!" And then have all hell breaking loose for whatever poor owner has to see his establishment ruined.

So, in one of the upper floors in one of the many buildings in the oversized city was a bar, and in the bar there was a fight. It was a normal bar, a counter with several expensive bottles behind, wooden floor and furniture all of a pale gray with the night already in the city. It was mostly empty due to the people having booked it out when the fight stared. But it was no any normal fight, and with no ordinary fighters.

"Get back here and get chopped to pieces!" a raspy, fast voice shouted as bullets were fired around the bar, mowing down everything nearby.

"The day you stop looking like a burnt pizza." replied a not as fast but well humored voice, chuckling as the sound of heavy pistol shots were heard.

"Have you seen how you look in your fifth game? Hah, take that you mister fancy coat! Burn!" the raspy voice said as the sound of blades cutting the wind was heard.

"Now I know you're crazy for sure. What are you talking about?" the other fighter asked as the sound of something big but sharp coursed through the air until the sound of blades clashing was heard.

Sparks flew out from three set of blades meeting, revealing the two crazy fighters.

The first one to speak was a normal, thin yet muscular man clad in a red skin tight suit that covered all of his body, the sides, parts of his thighs and shoulders were black and atop his head was a matching red mask with two big black marks around the eyeholes. He had red matching gloves for fighting, a pair of black military combat boots and a belt with several pouches and a symbol resembling his mask proudly showing in the middle. He also had holsters for dual automatic pistols and one his chest had strapped a weird device, it was a metallic with a Y form and had a big red something in the middle of the man's chest; it also served to carry the dual katanas he was now using, the empty sheaths on his back.

The man this bizarre character was fighting turned out to be a more normal yet still unusual person. He was a muscular albino with his silver hair in a mop haircut, looked to be around his early twenties and dressed stylish. He had a black dress shirt, matching pants and black combat boots, a pair of black leather fingerless gloves and a very good looking red overcoat he had opened and moving around as he and the ninja like man fought. On his waist he had a belt with a special holster on his back where he carried dual pistols with large canons, one ivory white and the other ebony black. On his hands he had a large broadsword he was using to keep the other fighter's katanas away. It was six foot long, had an intricate hilt, a demonic skull complete with horns sitting atop a ribcage, the eyes on the skull seemed to glow with a soft red light. The blade was razor sharp, the light glancing off the cutting edge.

The silver haired man was surprised that the thin man's swords easily stopped his RPG-ish blade, "Those are some cool katanas you got there. What're they made off?" he casually asked, taking the opportunity to try to sweep the man, only for him to jump over his leg, take out his guns and fire wildly. The albino smirked as he used his broadsword to block some of the bullets as he jumped away.

The jolly trigger happy man chuckled with a mocking tone in his voice, "Dude, the only thing that should shock you here is that you have a shirt on! Well, gotta thank Big B for that. But if you must know, these babies are made of Adamantium. Why? Because the writer wants me to have such cool, badass weapons!" the man replied without making any sense to the silver haired one, trying to make Swiss cheese out of said albino as he kept on firing.

The man in the red coat put his sword on his back, to which somehow magically stood attached to as he drew his guns and began to fire against the other gunslinger, "Do you ever make any sense?" he lazily asked while keeping his distance, same with the other guy as bullets flew around, making splinters out of the wood from either the furniture, the floor or the ceiling.

The masked man laughed, "Man, have you seen my comics?" 'Duh, of course not, different fictional universes finally meeting, remember?' "Oh, dang it! That's right, well at least I got the bold, differencing me from all of you and making me known as the BETTER character!"

(Author's note: Actually, I did it as a whim, in his comics he gets the yellow boxes so… well, I thought it'd fit since he for some reason needs to have his dialogue differenced either if it's because of how much he talks that it may be confusing for the readers… or because his ego needs it.)

"Oh, you bastard! Big B, once this fanfic's finished I'm so gonna put my katanas in your throat before making sushi outta you! Besides, you promised me this fanfic was gonna be called "Deadpool and his inferior friends" and that I'd get all the hot, legal chicks, you cheap geek! You're as much of a troll as Capcom's now! Even if I made the name and the chicks stuff up!"

Wait, you just… wait, did you just admit you were lying there…? Let's get back to the fic before this guy turns me insane.

The albino raised a brow at the masked man who had suddenly stopped firing to shout to the ceiling with both automatic pistols aiming at the skies, then shrugged and put his guns back in their holsters, "Suddenly I don't feel like fighting. Oh well, I better head back home, I don't want Trish to end that last pizza slice and-"

He stopped fighting when out the window of the bar both him and the now silent red clad man saw something fall from the sky. It started to get bigger as it got closer and closer, the silhouette of a body could be seen in what seemed like a blue fireball, sort of like a beautiful comet that fell from the stars… and right at them!

"Incoming!" the masked maniac shouted as he and the other man in red jumped out of the way when the meteor crashed against the walls, crumbled them down and finally landed hard on the floor, breaking the wooden planks that the bullets had left untouched, destroying what remained of the once well-kept and polished floor of the bar. Both men looked at each other, then back at the dying blue flames that started to reveal what, or rather who was inside the meteor, took out their guns, aimed them at the crash site and slowly walked towards it, cautious to see if whatever or whoever it was in the crash was inoffensive or not.

Imagine their surprise when they found a boy with brown spiky hair clutching a big key on his right hand, unconscious and bleeding heavily from beneath his clothes.

Both let out a mental 'Oh crap!' and rushed to see how the hell they could help the kid… until another presence made itself known, "My my… this world is… perfect!"

Both turned, their weapons aimed at what seemed a gray haired, eyed, clothed version of the first kid. For some reason, while the brunette gave them a sense of security as if he were the typical nice kid you'd want your children to be like, this kid… or rather, this being gave the opposite feeling. It also didn't help both were feeling a headache, tired and as if they had actually worked a sweat when fighting just moments ago when they still had energy to go for hours and hours.

"Hmm…" he, or it, mused while looking at the gray body he owned, "Not that threatening to look like a kid, is it? Maybe…"

With a wave of his hand the duo of red clad men watched as the "image" of the kid shattered before them like glass, all the shards floating in the air, gray like the strange being that had appeared before them. The next second all of the gray crystal-like shards pulled themselves together into a new body. They were now looking at a young man in his twenties, his hair falling down but with some of the sleeping kid's spikiness remaining in a strange mop haircut, his face was leaner and terrifying, while it had some semblance to the boy that crashed in a crater it was the smirk of utter sadism that unnerved them. Last but not least, his body, lean or rather scrawny, was dressed in a suit as gray as the man's hair and lifeless eyes: buttoned shirt, dress pants, a dress coat opened and nice dress shoes, all gray and covered by the word "Suffering" in italics all around the clothes and even the shoes.

"Much better. But I must admit you two are interesting…" the gray being said as he stepped closer to them, making them feel both weaker and in more pain than before. He smirked, "Let me guess… you two want to stop me from harming Sora over there, right?" he asked casually before summoning a large, rusty key almost two times the boy's size with a widening sadistic smirk on his face, not fazed by the weapons aimed at him.

"Nah!" the masked man replied instantly, "We were seeing if you came here in peace or were leaving in pieces. I guess it's the second!" he replied rather happily before him and the albino poured a rain of bullets at the gray person.

Rather than look intimidated by the large amount of bullets flying his way the "man" before them simply snapped his fingers. At that simple non-verbal command the shadows of the bar began to move with life just a second before the gray young man was protected by something.

The sound of bullets slamming against a surface that not only didn't let them pass but made them fall to the floor crushed from the impact was heard when both men in red saw a small army of dark beings around, the larger one being the one to protect their intended target. The smaller ones were a bit small than the kid they were protecting, looked like beetles or rather ants due to the antennae atop their round, faceless heads with a pair of golden shinning orbs staring at the armed duo. These little bug-like ones had large feet, small clawed arms and… actually looked quite cute.

Next to them stood a taller version, but this one clothes in a purple bodysuit with the emblem of a shattered heart on the chest. They moved as if they had spasms and on their heads they had metallic helmets that only left visible their golden eyes from the dark void that was their face… if they had one.

Last but not least was the biggest one, Grey's protector, the one whose belly's stopped the bullets. This one seemed like a combination of a sumo wrestler and the smaller, helmet wearing ones with a purple suit that barely contained its oversized stomach and shackles on its wrists. On its chest it had the same emblem of a shattered heart than its smaller version and atop his head it wore a ridiculous metallic cap with a pointy end. But this one differed from the others in the fact it had a mouth below its emotionless golden eyes.

The gray entity smiled as he stepped out from his hiding spot, "Gentlemen, I'd like to stay and make you suffer oh so much for my delight and amusement… but I need the kid behind you. So far letting him have a trip through a dark portal to a world that fit best my interests can be scratched off my To Do List…. Now comes the second part, to destroy him, take his power, destroy his heart and make sure that whatever remains of him suffers worse than anything in existence for all of eternity. Besides, it's getting late and I really want to get this-"

Grey was instantly interrupted when both men in red moved too fast for the naked eye to see as the masked one had rammed a heavy revolver's canon in his mouth while the albino had both pistols in the gray monster's forehead.

The man with dual katanas turned to the more muscular man, "You know what needs to be said, Dante?"

Dante smirked, "Yeah, repeat after me, Wade…"

And both pulled the triggers as they simply exclaimed a loud "Jackpot!"

A loud bang was heard as Grey's head reeled back violently… before he swung it forward, completely unharmed and smirking evilly, "That was fun!" he cackled before snapping his fingers yet again. The instant the sound reached their ears the big dark, round being's humongous hands slapped them away from the guy in gray. Both gunslingers fell down on their backs near Sora. They stood back up, now looking worried at the gray dressed monster before them.

"Well, not the first time a bullet ain't what solves my problems." Dante said, taking out his sword. "Good old girl Rebellion might have some better answers, though."

"Ok brain, time to do your part!" 'What do you mean my part? You're on your own.' "Traitor!"

"Deadpool, now's not the time for you to be weird here!" Dante exclaimed as he looked at Grey. "Grab the kid and get outta here, I'll see what I can do to keep this guy and those things busy."

"Hey, don't make me babysit! Babies creep me out!" the man in spandex cried.

Dante growled, "Look, do you want him to die? The kid needs help, you've got a teleporting belt and I have a large amount of weapons! I'll keep everyone here busy while you look that he gets some medical attention!"

'Oh yeah! Leave it to us, the assassins to save a life! Real smart, pal!' "Ok, I'll do it, but on one condition!" the merc exclaimed with a finger raised.

"What is it?" Dante urged as he knew that Grey and his minions were being very patient but that said patience would soon run out the moment Deadpool acted.

The merc smirked so much that his smile was visible through his mouth, "You gotta let me use that sweet coat of yours for as long as I want so long as I live!"

Grey, who was about to attack, asked in perfect unison with Dante, "What?"

"Deal?" the giddy merc asked as he extended his hand to the devil hunter.

"Fine, get your ass outta here!" Dante said as he instantly shook the merc's hand before slicing a nearby critter, the sound of metal made it clear he had killed one of the soldier like monsters. The insane crimson comedian ran for it, grabbing the kid and pressing the teleportation device on his belt.

X-X-X-X-X

Just as Deadpool, AKA Wade Wilson, finally got out of the building and appeared on another's roof did he realize what was happening on the outside. The whole city of New York was in flames, smoke coming out of the buildings and filling the skies with darkness. It'd be easy to blame this on someone like Galactus and mostly Thanos, but the problem was that those two always showed off with big spectacles. This time, there was no sound, no screams of people in their fear or pain, and, most important, there was no sign of any hero doing a thing.

"Okay… this is new. A massive attack on the big city with no enemies on sight… Kinda original, Big B. What's next, the cliché of a plane crashing through?"

And true to his words, above Wade's head a large ship was falling down, smoke coming out of its broken windows and several holes in its steel walls. It was a big, red and yellow ship the size of a normal home, it was designed like a boat and had some resemblance to a fish. And Wade finally saw some life as strange flying creatures were surrounding the ship and trying to make it fall down.

The creatures were large reptiles with red scales and no arms, only wings and a broken heart emblem on their chests. They moved swiftly in the air, using their talons to attack the one fighting them off atop the ship. It was a boy in a blue armor, he should be about the same age the kid Wade had just saved from that freak in gray. The kid even had spiky brown hair, but it was pointed forward, and his eyes were green. To make it obvious he was no normal kid his right arm was a canon shooting green energy blasts at the winged monsters.

"So, cliché and broken fourth wall aside… What say you, brain, try to get good karma back?" the antihero asked his brain, which replied dryly, 'Dude, most of your karma makes you win an ass kicking, just be a hero already, then see if they got tacos in their fridge.' Wade shrugged to his brain, "Fine by me."

The blue armored boy in the ship widened his eyes in shock when he watched that a man in a strange skin-tight costume was jumping at him, and carrying a boy about his age on one shoulder as he fell on his ship. The man simply put the other boy down and took out his dual katanas, looking at the gunslinger boy with a smirk visible through his mask. "Hey there, blue boy! I'm Santa's little helper, and since you've been a good kid… Imma go and kill these birds for ya. But you're gonna owe me some tacos, savvy?"

The gun fighter couldn't make heads or tails but at least was glad he had help, "Thanks… Is your friend alright?" he asked motioning to Sora.

"Knowing this fan fiction stories, he'll get up when something relevant must happen… Until then, I want chicken in my tacos!" he shouted, gleefully charging at the incoming red dragon like monsters and slicing them into pieces with his blades while the kid in the blue armor backed him up with his arm-canon.

Wade just charged and moved his arms wildly in circles, his blades following his motions easily took out the flying beings as he sliced them in half without mercy. The boy in the armor proved to be useful and skillful with his weapon, as he managed to get all the monsters right in between the eyes or where their broken heart emblems were. It would have been an easier fight had the ship both were in not shaking violently when they finally got rid of the last one.

The two yelped and fell to the ground, grabbing what they could to get a hold of while the ship tried to get itself straight in the air. Wade and the blue boy's eyes widened in horror when a skyscraper came into view, fortunately the ship did a drastic turn to the right and got up in the air to avoid any other possible hit. Both let out a breath they didn't know they had been holding. Once the ship got a straight course, the gun fighter kid heard an all too familiar ring as he answered a welcomed voice.

"Rock! Is everything alright?" a female voice asked through an intercom.

The boy, now identified as Rock, smiled as he answered, "Yes, I am, Roll. And we have guests. Let's get out of this city and then figure out where we are."

"Wait, wait…" Deadpool said, scratching his chin with one hand, his free arm carrying Sora back into his shoulder as he looked at Rock, "So Big B's going for the original Japanese name Rockman…? Meh, sounds better than Megaman and less weird… and it's fun, Rock and Roll… Hehe…" he chuckled, making the only conscious boy look awkwardly at him.

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Atop the roof Dante and Deadpool had their duel, the gray clothed, haired and eyed monster Sora knew as Grey stared at the fleeing ship with an actually calm smile on his face. He stood atop one of the ledges, looking at the smoke covered skies of New York.

"So, trying to run away, aren't we?" the gray monster who had tormented Sora asked merrily to the far away ship that tried to leave the town. He was in a good mood, a smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his new form. He chuckled to himself in a melodic manner that spoke of insanity and blood thirst, "Oh, how I wish to savor their pain… I guess I should dirty my hands a bit. I'll have others clean up the mess and deal with the missing-"

"Hey there!" the gray monster turned to look at the man in the red coat, smirking wildly as he carried his broadsword on one shoulder and aimed a finger at him. "Your little clowns didn't give much fun. And seriously, you need better entertainment than those bozos, I'm not even warmed up."

The monster gave the albino a cruel smirk of pleasure, "Ah, so the legends about Sparda's powers are true." He said, materializing his rusty Keyblade in one hand, and then a second in the other, "I should very well deal with you to avoid me future pain… But sometimes I forget on simple detail about pain… I enjoy it far too much."

To prove his point, and make the usually confident Dante lose his smirk, the creature put both Keyblade's to his neck, their blades crisscrossed before his throat… and used them as scissors to cut off his head. Yet, the cruel smirk remained as the body kicked it! Dante stepped aside and watched as the monster's body jumped a few yards from where he was. Dante, not risking it, took out both his guns to keep some distance so he could try and find a weak point… Only to see that from the stump on the monster's neck no blood was coming out… instead black ooze was starting to fall, before a small geyser of the black tar flew up and started to take form, until another head was replacing the one that had been behind Dante.

"Well, I can say you may last little longer than my old fights." The cocky man said with a smirk to regain confidence as he aimed at Grey, only to hear him speak from behind.

"Ah, but I have better things to do." The head, the severed head said from its spot on the ground, more of that black tar oozing from its neck and actually start to cover it.

Dante watched as the head was covered completely in the tar, and then it started to grow along with the tar on the floor which was forming a puddle that the red clad sword-slinger didn't want to touch. Dante stepped back as he watched the puddle of tar shoot out other geysers which then proceeded to take different forms. Some were large and thick like natural limbs, others were thin and there were sharp ones. Then all of the black tar receded back to the new body, leaving new gray skin to reveal the new being.

In the end, Dante was about to fight two enemies, the grinning gray man with his dual rusty twisted versions of the Keyblade, and a large nightmare. It was a large humanoid being, it was skinny to the point it was mostly just a skeleton covered in tight gray leather that hugged its every inch of its form. It had no face, form or anything that said what it was, just long arms that were as long as his ten foot body was large and on its back there were four wings as big as a van each, shaped like a butterfly's, but without one's beauty because those wings were made of the same leather that this being's body was imprisoned in.

"I call it the Caged. It is made as my representation of a soul being imprisoned by itself and wanting nothing but freedom no matter how much it must lose…" the humanoid Grey said as he used one of his Keyblade's to point at the monster, "Sadly, not as strong as yours truly since it's only a part of me… But oh does it get the job done in searching for what it wants… Isn't it fascinating?" the monster said, looking at his spawn as if it were a form of art, "Just look at it… A fine representation of human wish that only leads to pain… Oh, how do I enjoy that simple agony when someone's denied of their wish… It is so… delicious."

To make Dante truly disgusted, both by attitude and antics, the monster licked his lips as the winged being known as caged flapped is leather wings to fly off in the distance. Dante would have gone after it to keep the others safe, but Grey was here before him, and taking him out since he admitted to be the real deal must mean that the monster goes out as well.

Grey noted what Dante was thinking, "Oh, trying to kill me to save your friends… Well then, since the truth is one of my favorite pains… Yes… If I'm killed then Caged will die as well." Then he took a pose, both his Keyblade's crisscrossed in front of his chest in a defensive manner, "But that's if you can beat me. And that's a very, very big 'if', Dante Sparda."

"You don't know me that well, pal." The albino said with a smirk, "I am far too much of a stubborn bastard to lose a battle against the likes of you."

Grey cackled cruelly, "That's why I enjoy the pain of truth… You shall realize it when you can't save anyone."

X-X-X-X

Sora woke up not happy at all. His chest hurt and he was nursing a pretty bad headache from the pain he had been in… Then he remembered everything that happened and attempted to get up, only to wince in pain from his chest's wounds as he now sat in someone else's bed. He was still wearing his new pants, his torso was covered in bandages and nothing else. The rest of his clothes were at his side in a small stand and he could smell… tacos?

As he tried to find out what happened and how he ended up there when Grey had the chance to kill him, he looked around the room. It was a boy's due to the clothes and some stuff here and there, there was even a cactus and not much. It was a pretty simple room but it made him feel nostalgia for his old one.

And that's when the door was kicked open by a cheerful man in a red and black skin tight costume whistling merrily La Cucarracha but with different lyrics. "La chimichanga! La chimichanga! Oh it's so good for me to eat! La chimichanga! La chimichanga! Nananananana!"

"Ah…" was the only intelligent response Sora could come up with, not that anyone could blame him when finally meeting the merc with a mouth. The merc had also taken/stolen one of the kitchen's aprons which said the typical 'Kiss the cook' line and even had a goofy chef hat atop his head.

"See? Told ya Mexican food would wake him up!" the crimson comedian said to the two figures behind him.

There was the armored boy now wearing a simple green T-shirt and jeans and a girl. The girl was blond, had spiky long hair, green eyes, a red cap with a metal plate on the forehead, an opened red short sleeved jacket, matching shorts and shoes, and a black T-shirt. She had the look of an innocent girl but the grease on her face and hands that she was cleaning with a handkerchief pretty much said she was a mechanic.

"Good to see you're finally awake! I am Rock, this is Roll and the guy who's been singing is-" the boy said, only to be interrupted by the taller man.

"Wade Wilson! Also known as the Merc With A Mouth and the guy who saved your hide from that gray demented guy… Want a taco?" he asked, putting a platter filled with tacos, a glass of orange juice and even a rose in a small flower pot. "Anyways, I was kinda hoping you could tell me who was the guy who ripped off your looks and then sent monsters after us and all New York and what's happening, because someone owes me a sweet coat for getting you safe from that… thing or whatever the hell he is."

Sora sighed as eh started to eat the tacos with one hand, rubbing his temples with the other as the man's rants gave him a slight headache, "Well, I'm not sure myself. Me and my friends just returned home after a lot happened to use. Then this guy just appeared and started to taunt me. I tried to fight him but he just… He just seemed to create pain with his simple presence. All I know is that he used that to defeat me in some way." He took time to finish his food, looked at the others and started to make questions, mainly the ones who would most likely get him to his friends, "So, where am I?"

Roll responded, "We're currently flying over New York city to get out of it." She replied as she motioned to the room with both arms, "Currently you're in my ship, the Flutter, and we need to get out of this city because there are far too many monsters attacking us… We didn't even know there was a city called New York that looked that big."

"Hey, what do you mean you don't know New York?" the merc asked, "We have the cheapest of food… Sure, it's stolen from other places and… Wait, why am I defending it since I'm from Canada?"

"Canada? Where's that island?" Rock asked, completely confused.

Sora looked at this before snapping his fingers, "Hey, are you guys from another world?"

"Another world?" the two other kids asked in shock, Deadpool shrugged.

"Heh, not the most original of plot ideas, but what the heck? You should read Marvel comics, they just toss timelines and plot holes out the window."

Just as the kids were about to ask what he meant the ship shook violently. They all fell to the ground unceremoniously; Sora grunting as his chest still hurt from what Grey did to him, it'd probably leave a scar if he didn't heal it soon with a spell but for now he and the others needed to know what was happening. Mustering all his will and strength, Sora jumped off the bed, grabbed the rest of his clothes and followed the others to the pilot's cabin where Roll was steering a wheel, like in a sailing ship, and tried to find out what hit them.

Roll managed to get the ship to a safer route, only for it to shake violently again and take another, this time headed for something one of them expected to ever see in the sky. It was a large black hole, a void of darkness that led to a tunnel that seemed to be endless. Roll quickly tried to move the wheel to stir the ship away, Rock ran to help her, followed quickly by both Sora and Wade simultaneously as the four tried to move the wheel to the side. Unfortunately, the wheel wouldn't budge… and it ended up breaking, making them fall to the ground once again as the ship took its new course non-stop.

"You have to be freaking kidding me! What kind of twisted mind keeps throwing us from one crap storm to the next?" Deadpool asked as he glared at the broken wheel in his hands, and then glared at the sky, to… "Yes, Big B, I'm gonna kick your ass for this!" Hey, it's plot! "Ok… I can live with that."

The others were too focused on trying to find what was happening to pay any attention to the babbling merc, then Sora watched what was happening as he looked at the Flutter's shadow in one of the buildings, the still working lights and flames illuminated the ship's silhouette and what was controlling it: Caged, using its massive leather wings to stir the red and yellow flying machine right into the black hole.

Deadpool simply voiced his thoughts, "If I wake u from this one… It's gonna hurt."

The flying monster then used its wings to fly off the Flutter, only to sky dive right at it and make it crash against one of the black hole's borders, sending it crashing against all of the dark tunnel's walls as the ship and its crew crashed all around inside it. Caged watched with its non-existent eyes the ship crash all around, before folding its wings and let the black hole swallow it to follow its prey.

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I am SO sorry I couldn't put the 20k words. I've been terribly busy. So, since I didn't want this part that has ben done for a LOT of time I've decided to update it little by little to at least make this faster. The next chapter should be done in one to three weeks. And yes, I am still busy.

"Stated that already, Big B. Now... I don't like disappoint..."

Wait! What's with the frying pan... Oh god! NO! Someone save m-

*BONK!*

"Sorry guys, Big B's gonna learn the hard way to update faster with whatever free time he has... Even if his schedule is stingy."