R_M : Gomenasai ! Waaiii ! I know this chapter is sooo gonna disappoint you ! I'm really not good with transitions so this should pretty much explain why it sucks . It's gonna get better thou , I just hadta explain what happens so you won't get all confusedy about Ayan and Crawfie and Kennykenken . *whaps her head against the wall* Sorry about the kiddy talk . I'm having a major malfunction today . (^.^);;;

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He had to act quickly . If he lost sight of that damned Cadillac , he mightn't find their trail in the snow .

He scanned his surroundings , racking his brains for something useful .

He didn't go to the village much , which was the reason for his lack of knowledge concerning the place .

He knew that most of the people there were poor . He also knew that they kept vehicles ready in case they get wind of a sudden or probably occupation .

He stumbled through the nearest shack and grunted in satisfaction .

It was an old motorcycle , yes , but a motorcycle nevertheless – and it was the best mode of transportation he could hope to find if he wanted to catch up with the Cadillac . His own bike would have gone faster if it hadn't broken down .

Damn this blasted weather !

The key was still in the ignition , and without even bothering to jump on , he turned the ignition and revved the engine .

The motorcycle lurched forward . Like an experienced stunt rider , he recoiled his other leg and hoisted himself up on the seat .

The bike was in perfect condition and had been protected from the snow .

He geared up , building his speed . The Cadillac could be in the highway by now . He needed to find them .

The engine buzzed as he roared through the air and landed on the slick highway /

Right or left ?

He scanned the area , but the Cadillac was nowhere in sight .

Think , Dillon , think !

If the man was indeed SS , he'd be probably heading to Berlin – where the SS headquarters are .

He sent the bike into a tailspin and headed off to the left , satisfied when he saw the faintest of tire tracks just about the size of what the wheels of a Cadillac would have made .

He'd find Ken sooner or later .

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Crawford had been driving for nearly an hour now under the pounding snow . It was hellish outside , and the comfort of having a car with a roof was delightful .

He wondered how the invisible sniper was faring .

He enjoyed the thought that the meddling sonuvabitch was probably rock-hard in a block of snow by now ... but he wouldn't put it past him to survive .

The bastard was , Crawford had to admit , resourceful . He was smart – though not as smart as he himself , Bradley Crawford was , but smart enough to find some means of survival ... and perhaps even of finding them .

Berlin was almost in his reach . His luxurious mansion was now almost in his grasp .

He heard a muffled sound from his right and realized that his persistent captive was now awake and very much furious ; attempting to wiggle out of his bonds . It was futile , of course , but it still amused him how the little rascal was so damned stubborn .

Stubbornness was a quality he admired .

The boy , Crawford now knew his name , bucked and kicked like a horse .

Crawford's hand throbbed , a painful reminder of the boy's earlier escapade , which he had not bothered to treat but instead had wrapped with his immaculate white handkerchief .

Somehow , the boy had managed to shift his position , and the last of his kicks sent the gearshift dashing against the corner of its trail and snapping it in two .

The Cadillac spun crazily around like a toy top , around and around , spreading everything into a wild blur .

Crawford grabbed the wheel in a desperate attempt to steady the vehicle , barely succeeding .

The car had finally been fished from its revolution and with some semblance of normalcy ,  wobbled through the road .

Crawford's eyes flashed . Without warning , he sent the boy reeling with a powerful backslap . " Do not forget , child . I am master ." He said softly – his voice was devoid of emotion , but the coolness and the emotionlessness in his eyes conveyed his message perfectly  .

Blood trickled from a large gash on the boy's cheek .

Ah ! He had almost forgotten the SS ring he was wearing , he had cut open the boy's perfect skin .

He watched in pleasure as the red drop made its way to the boy's strong jaw and ignored the biting eyes as he turned his gaze back on the road .

It was just as well , too much perfection would be sinful .

He sighed as he continued down the road , going slowly ; for the stick shift had been replaced to first gear and the Cadillac continued its agonized crawl towards Berlin .

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Kaen-chan : *is tackled ... and glomped ... topples on the floor* Maah ... *rubs her head . LOL* Really ? *jumps up and down* waii ! So you mean Crawfie isn't OOC ? ^__^ *is happy*

Jenken : Oooh ! You have German lessons in school ?! *envies ; stubs her toe* Yesssss ! A fellow anti- (you-know-who)x(you-know-who) !!!! I really don't understand how people can stand them together ? Just the thought of it makes me wanna swoon in ... in ... ewww ... O,O;;

NagiNaoeShwarzsProdigy : *LOL* Aya can be a little dense ne ? And I was thinking that he was smart . Boy was I wrong ? Or maybe , he's smart but he's just dense ? Or maybe , he's not really dense

Mariki : *nodsnods* We can make our own anti-(you-know-who)x(you-know-who) club . *points to Jenken - nodnod* Hmmmm ... I don't see much of the FarfxKen – in fact , I don't see much of any Farf x Anyone at all . But the last FarfxKen I read was ok . I didn't barf or anything ... not unlike the ... EWWWWWWW ! O#O;;

Mystique Monique AKA Mina : *pseudo-creepy accent* Veeeellllkommmm tooo our tvisssted vorld . Vouuuld you like sohm friez vith themmm ? Bwahahahaha ! just kidding . ^_~