A/N:

Thanks my reviewers. I updated for j00!

SQUEE.

The boys were walking past the alley. Kureno hid behind a rubbish tin as one poked his head around the corner.

"I don't see it."

"Oh well. C'mon boys. Lets go."

Kureno let out a chickeny sigh of relief. Suddenly, he felt something in his throat. Something building up and threatening dangerously to come out.

"Nrrg!" He gagged on what he was about to say. "CLUCK!"

Kureno blushed beneath his feathers. He presumed he'd been a chicken for too long. He rubbed his head with one of his wings. This directed his attention to the sign. This particular sign was a bad sign. A sign from God that he shouldn't be here right now. A sign that he'd better get out, as foot steps were coming.

The sign of KFC.

A door behind him swung open with a thud. A chubby, Italian man stepped out.

"Yo, Luigi, you dropped a-one!" He yelled. "You be paying for this out of you-a pay check!"

Kureno attempted to run. He tried to make a run for it. But he couldn't move. He was glued to the ground by a mysterious, unknown force. His mind raced. Could this be the end, for him? He never though he would go this way. His thoughts were interrupted as the man's greasy hand plucked him around the neck. He gasped as his air supply became short. His vision blurred as he watched himself be carried away and the door being closed behind him.

Everything went black.

.xxx.

When he woke up, he was in a crate. His scrawny neck was hanging out of a hole in the side. Kureno twisted his head around and looked behind him. He was in here with thousands of dead –or dying- chickens.

"What's going on?" He asked himself. This caused more trouble than he thought. The man carrying the crate dropped it with a painful thud.

"What'd ya say, Mario?"

A man wearing a red hat turned. "I didn't-a say nuttin!"

Kureno was once again lifted from the ground. Before too long, the crate full of chicken was tipped all over a bloody board. Kureno looked up. A man with a knife was above him.

"This bugger's alive!" He yelled to the man who carried the crate. "Look!"

Kureno lay still, but he couldn't fake not breathing.

"Ah! You're right!"

Kureno closed his eyes as the knife slashed along his neck, killing him instantly. There was all white as Kureno's soul's ghost flew from his body. Kureno grimaced. He was dead!

His ghost looked down as the man hacked up his body into bite size pieces.

"I wonder what on the menu I'll be turned into?" Kureno said out loud, as no one could hear him anymore. His legs were being broken off. The rest was being cut into tiny peices; seemed to be like popcorn chicken.

"Well, at least I'll go out with a pop!" Kureno laughed at himself. It was the first time he'd laughed in a long time.

(A/N: Kureno's ghost is still a chicken. And don't think because Kureno's dead he can't do awesome stuff. You'll see how wrong you are, soon!)

His little chicken self floated towards his now hacksawed body. He stared at it. His head had been thrown aside. How pitiful he looked. He smiled to himself once again as the man threw the pieces along the a line of moving conveyer belts. These lead to the back of the resturant.

A tall, teenage girl with blackish hair (me!) scooped them up and threw them ever-so-roughly into a giant deep fryer.

"Please forgive me, Kureno." She mumbled to herself. "I'm sorry."

"She knows it's me!" Kureno gasped. "But... it's too late to get her help..."

They sizzled for what seemed like an eternity before she bought them back out and tipped them on yet another bench.

"I'll have… three kilo's of popcorn chicken with extra fat and two chicken wings with a sludge smoothie, thanks." Came a young, female voice from behind him, somewhere. He watched as his body get covered in weird, spicy looking stuff. He looked sick.

"Gross!" He uttered, in cry-like form. "Eww, eww!"

It was then, Kureno got sucked back into his body.

.xxx.

Kureno opened his eyes. He could see outside, but everything was above him. What was going on now? It was then it hit him. Literally. Again.

It had occurred to him that maybe he had been trapped within a piece of his own chicken drumstick, sort of like a genie in a bottle. He could see outside, because he was trapped inside of it. This was due to the fact it was HIS body.

This had come to mind when a hundred tiny pieces of himself toppled onto him.

Sick, he though to himself… I'm getting drowned by my own flesh.

The container he was in was then picked up and roughly chucked upon a bench, where a lid was slapped on top. A loud voice was heard outside of the enclosure.

"Popcorn, smoothie and legs on isle four!"

Kureno sighed. He was about to get eaten and he'd be fully alive… kinda… to witness it! His head jerked up as he had an idea. A last chance to get himself out of this mess.

He could only pray it would work.

A/N:

What's Kureno gonna do now?

I know… but you don't!

HA!