Disclaimer – See prologue. I should really just stop putting this

I have some discussion that deal with homosexuality, I sure hope no one takes offence to it, for none of it was meant to be remotely offensive in any way, and it doesn't sound offensive to me, but you know, it's all of perspective.

Heh, just thought I should clear that up in case someone reads them and decides to have an emotional breakdown, or something of that matter. The discussion actually just struck me as something that would happen with Yuffie for whatever reason.

Porcelain by Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Porcelain
Do you carry the moon in your womb
Someone said that you're fading too soon
Drifting and floating and fading away

Chapter 4 – Fading Oblivion
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Hector looked in the mirror, and sighed. He'd never get used to this new body. It was much uglier than his original body had been, but what could he do? He was lucky that this body had been so easy to take. The soul had been weak, too weak to fight him. He was out in less than a day. Someone that weak deserved to be thrown out. As they say, only the strong survive. How true, oh, how true.

He walked around the room, his mind flying over numerous subjects. He could hear the Lifestream's screams, a whisper in his mind. He had broken her, he had poisoned her, just as he knew he would. He had poisoned the souls inside as well, with just a mere thought, or a touch, and when he forced open Lifestream's gates, he had forced out all the souls into real world. He had branded them like cattle, and now owned their souls. My, that type of power truly was intoxicating.

His experiment had worked as intended, and here he was, and everything was going according to plan. Well, that is, excluding one minor detail. AVALANCHE. Persistent bastards, he should have been rid of them beforehand. No matter, spilled milk, he'd get rid of them another way. His people were already on it.

He exited the bedroom, and as he stepped into the living room, he noticed a woman sitting on the leather couch. She had pin straight hair, which was as black as night, and soft features that must have been Wutainese. Her eyes were a deep gold colour, and she wore an emerald dress that ended mid thigh, and dipped low to reveal a significant amount of cleavage. Her wide eyes focused on his face, and a half-smile teased her dark lips.

She glanced over at the man next to her, and Hector followed her gaze. The man was dressed in all black, black sweatshirt, and black jeans. His skinned was pale, contrasting with olive toned skin of the woman next to him. His hair was silver, and hung just above his broad shoulders. It was sleek, and shone in the morning sunlight, much like the woman's. His eyes were a striking aqua, though they were emotionless, almost dull, and very bored. He stared at Hector, and he almost resembled a lifeless, though visually appealing, puppet.

"Marissa, Taber, what are you two doing here?" asked Hector, eyes narrowing on her tanned face, and her smile broke free.

"We were bored, everything's going just dandy, and I wanted to come see you. God, you're always worrying about nothing," she said, voice dancing on the edge of laughter.

"I've worked too hard for you two to screw it up because you were bored, now get up and make sure that every little detail is perfect," hissed Hector, his voice as sharp as scalpels twisting along their ears.

"Oh calm down, Hector, everything'll be fine, give us a break," she said, a whininess in her voice that Hector related to nails on a chalkboard.

"I said, get up," there was a certain tone and demand to his voice, that as soon as the words left his mouth, Marissa was forced to snap up as fast as humanly possible.

"Wow, ok, whatever. You didn't have to force me up. I hate it when you do that, I would have gotten up eventually," she muttered, her lips curling into a pout.

"Don't test me, Marissa. You belong to me. Don't make me show you how truly horrifying that can be," he said coldly, eyes burning into her face, and she crossed her arms, and for a moment, she looked like a pouting child.

Hector's eyes snapped to Taber's face, who was watching them, no emotion once entering his face or his eyes. Just a lifeless puppet.

"Are you testing me too?" he growled, and Taber just blinked.

"Hardly," he said, and forced himself up to his feet.

"Good, now both of you, get going," he said, and both Marissa and Taber left the house without another word.

Hector put both hands on each side of his temples, and began to massage them in tiny circles. He could feel a migraine coming on like a vicious tidal wave. If those two did anything more to compromise his success, then he'd have to punish them. He didn't want to deal with that, he had too many other things to deal with at the given moment. Frustrating, to say the least.

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Tifa twisted onto her feet, and jumped at the redhead before she knew what hit her. The woman shrieked as they both went tumbling to the ground. The butcher knife was still in Sally's hand as they rolled around the ground. At one point Tifa was under Sally, and she raised the knife, and brought it down. Tifa rolled away as quickly as possible, and barely missed getting stabbed. The knife crashed into the wooden ground, becoming stuck.

Tifa panted, and forced herself up to her feet. She glanced over at the bed, her russet eyes searching. Cloud was sitting up, looking around wildly, as if he were in a daze. He caught sight of her, his deep blue eyes staring into her face, as he took a moment or so to register.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, pushing himself off the bed.

There was another shriek, and they both looked to Sally, who had finally gotten the knife unstuck from its spot in the hardwood floor. Cloud pushed himself back in surprise, nearly falling off the bed, though Sally took no notice. The look in her eyes was the same as it had been in Asher's, wild and hungry. Tifa instantly knew that Sally was out to mutilate them. Lovely as always.

Tifa looked in the corner, where Premium Heart lay, just waiting to be used. She'd have to get passed Sally to put it on. That was going to be incredibly interesting. Tifa looked over at Cloud, motioning her head towards the wild Sally.

He looked at the redhead, then back to Tifa, trying to get what she was saying. Tifa's eyes widened with frustration, and she looked back over at Sally, who looked as if she were considering where to stab her first.

Cloud then realised that Tifa needed a distraction to be able to get to her weapon, and he began to near Sally, making as much noise as humanly possible. Sally's head snapped over at Cloud, and she instantly forgot Tifa.

She ran towards Cloud, and swiped the weapon madly, hoping that she'd slash Cloud. Luck obviously was against Cloud that morning, because he didn't move quick enough, and was slashed across the chest. A deep gash was immediately formed, and blood began to slowly ooze out. He cried out in shock, and went to use his cure materia.

That could have been a good idea, that is, had he had any of his materia. His armour was long gone, and his weapon was behind Sally.

Tifa grasped hold of Premium Heart, and ran towards Sally. The redhead didn't even notice, and was nailed in the back. There were the cracks of bones, and the woman flew to the floor, face smashing into it mercilessly. Cloud, hand gripped against his wounded chest, made his way to Ultima Weapon, leaving a still dazed Sally on the ground.

Tifa cautiously moved closer to the woman, watching the glimmering weapon cautiously, hoping to god that Sally was too dazed to even consider using it. As soon as she was close enough, Tifa grabbed the weapon out of Sally's weakened hand, and tossed it into the opposite corner of the room.

Cloud, looked at his materia, and loudly cursed, realising that his cure materia was in his armour. Tifa glanced at him, suddenly registering the wound on his chest. He spun around to look at her.

"Cure me," he said, trying his best to keep the blood from pouring down his body, though the attempt was rather poor.

Blood was running down his chest, oozing passed his stomach, onto the rim of his boxers, and Tifa just stared at him for a few moments.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked, his voice was soft, deathly calm.

"My cure materia is in my armour, where's yours?" she asked, and he grinned wryly.

"Mine too. What are the fuckin' odds?" he asked dryly, and took a seat on the bed, using the covers as a bandage of sorts.

Tifa's lips twisted in a frown, and she looked at Sally, who had just raised her head, looking around in a fading daze. Her face was bloodied, and her nose was broken, and placed in a very odd position that, had Tifa not been worried for Cloud, probably would have found it entertaining.

"I'd better tie her to the bed before she tries anything," said Tifa, and Cloud nodded his head faintly.

"I'll go find a potion, or something, before I bleed to death," muttered Cloud, getting up off the bed, and walking out of the room.

Tifa pulled Sally up, and yanked her on the bed, Sally giving a bit of a struggle, but Tifa was much stronger. The femme fighter used the bed sheets as bonds, and tied the woman's limbs to the bed tightly, so that she could barely move.

Cloud came back, clothes and armour for both of them in his arms. His wound had been healed up enough that the gash had temporarily stopped bleeding, but any sort of sudden movement would reopen it.

They both redressed in what seemed to be record time, and they stood near Sally's bed. At the sudden attention brought on her face, the woman began to laugh wildly, as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

Both Tifa and Cloud cocked their eyebrows, and looked to one another, obviously confused at the sudden display of amusement. As soon as Sally's laughter began to fade away, Tifa began to speak.

"Why'd you try to kill us?" she asked, russet eyes locked on Sally's fair face.

Sally couldn't help but smile. "Because I was told to, of course."

"Who told you to kill us?" she asked, her voice becoming suddenly very hard.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because if you don't," Cloud broke in, pressing his sword roughly against the redhead's neck, "we'll kill you."

Sally began to laugh once again, her skin rubbing against the blade enough that a small cut was made, but not even a flicker of fear or pain coursed through her. This, of course, bewildered both Tifa and Cloud. The woman wasn't afraid to die, in fact she seemed to welcome death with open arms.

"Go ahead, kill me, what do I care? I'll just find another body anyway," she paused, and looked at Tifa squarely in the face, her smile widening, "maybe I'll even take your body. I'll bet that'll be fun."

Tifa's lips twisted into a look of sheer disgust, and she felt the urge to step back, though she didn't let herself do it.

"What do you mean?" she asked, and Sally just shrugged her shoulders.

"I mean what I say I mean. Killing me won't do shit, all it does is kill this body. Speaking of this body, it's not even mine. I stole it, simple as that. I'll steal yours too, Tifa, was it?"

"How can you steal bodies? After you die, you go to Lifestream. There isn't an opportunity to steal bodies," stated Cloud, crossing his arms against his wounded chest.

"Not anymore. I'm not telling you anything more, so if you're going to kill me, just kill me and be done with it," she growled, though the amusement was hanging in her voice.

"There are things I can do that won't kill you, but you'll wish I had," muttered Cloud, blue eyes narrowing on her face, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Go ahead, you don't have the balls to torture me. Even if you did, I can take it," she replied, looking him straight in the eye.

"Were you lying about the Turks? Did they actually come, or was that just a scheme used to gain our trust and such?" asked Tifa, and Sally looked at her, her eyebrow cocked.

"Oh, I wasn't lying about that. Those bloodsuckers actually did come, with their little robotic cat too. That thing was damned annoying," muttered Sally, rolling her emerald eyes at the memory of it.

Cloud and Tifa glanced at each other, and replied in unison, "Cait Sith."

"Yeah, that would be the one. Holy mother, I wanted to take that butcher knife over there, and slice and dice it. I came this close too, this close. Amen to them leaving," she growled, struggling against the restraints that bound her to the bed.

"Do you know where they went?" asked Tifa, and there was a long pause, Sally considering if she should tell the woman or not.

"It doesn't make any damned difference if I tell you or not, they know about as much as you do. They said they were going to Icicle Inn, though it's unlikely that you'll make it there. When they realise that I didn't kill you, they'll send others. You can't kill souls, only the bodies we reside in, so sooner or later, you will be killed," she stated, and neither Tifa or Cloud spoke.

When there was no reply from either of them, Sally decided that she had more to say.

"I wouldn't advise you to go find the Turks. That annoying cat is with them, and the only thing they'll give you is one big damned migraine," she muttered, and looked as if a migraine was coming upon her with the mere memory of Cait.

"Are you going to tell us who told you to kill us?" asked Cloud, and the woman just blinked, and stared at him for a moment or so as if he had three heads.

Then she relaxed against the restraints, and closed her eyes, as if she were trying to fall asleep. Both Cloud and Tifa knew that they wouldn't be getting anything more from her. She was a stubborn one, incredibly stubborn.

"Fine, we're leaving. Good luck to you being tied to the bed," muttered Cloud coldly as he began to back away.

A flicker of amusement crossed her face, though she never opened her eyes. A half-smile played at her lips, and she responded to his comment.

"Good riddance. They'll notice I'm gone, they'll come find me, and more importantly, they'll notice you're not as dead as a doornail, and go to find you. Bye, bye, my dear friends," she replied, and Cloud froze.

"If you can find another body, we can too," he retorted, and to that comment, she did open her eyes, and she smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Is that so? I'm thinking not, you wouldn't be strong enough to take over someone else's body, and even if you were, you sure as hell wouldn't push out someone else's soul, kicking them out of their body. Of course not, you're too pure, and kind to do something as horrible as that. Pansies," she spat, and Cloud's cerulean eyes narrowed on her face, eyes locked on her face, though she didn't fidget, didn't even pay attention to it.

Cloud spun around, annoyance grating at him, and placing him in an unpleasant mood. Tifa gave Sally one last look, before following Cloud out of the room, slamming the door behind her. They walked out of the unoccupied bar, and stood outside.

The wind was freezing, and as it ran along Tifa's skin it immediately forced goose bumps to rise up at any and all exposed skin. She took notice that the sky was still dark, and that another phenomenon was happening. A few stray snowflakes were falling from the sky.

She shivered slightly, and ran her hands up and down her arms. It felt like it were the middle of winter, and that the temperature was at least a good fifteen below. If it was that cold in Junon, it would be twice as cold at Icicle Inn, assuming they were still going.

"Are we still going to find the Turks? She said that they knew about as much as we did, and you know, they are nothing but a pain in the ass," she said, and Cloud looked at her, the wheels in his head working double time.

"We should. They have resources that we might need, and despite how annoying they can be, they can be useful," he replied, the words accompanied with a shrug.

"If we're going, we should stop and get some winter clothes. We won't last at Icicle Inn if it's as cold as I think it is," she stated, and Cloud nodded his head in agreement.

"You're right. I'm pretty sure there's a clothing store somewhere around here."

They walked forward, until they came to a building which held a selection of huge windows that revealed the selection of clothing inside. Cloud pushed open the glass door, a little bell ringing their presence, though there was no one to notify, and both him and Tifa went searching for winter clothes.

They picked out a few articles of winter clothes, as well as a backpack to put extra articles in, and they got changed in the changing room. They were ready, and very warm. Cloud pulled out a few gil, and tossed it on the counter, paying for all they took, and they walked out.

He whistled the moment they stepped out of the shop, the sound bouncing off the buildings, and echoing through out the seemingly abandoned town. Within seconds, the chocobos came racing towards them, only stopping long enough for them to get on, before they were off.

They went in the direction of Icicle Inn, and the farther north they went, the more intense the snowing became. Snowflakes fell down from the sky, like mini diamonds, cool, almost sharp-like edges sliding against their uncovered faces, chilling them to the bone, despite their winter garments. It was getting worst, they could both feel it, feel it almost as well as they could feel the cold soak into their flesh, and force away the warmth.

-

They were still treading through the snow, it seemed endless. Endless plains kissed of snow. The snowing hadn't stopped, it was almost like they were walking in circles. With his luck, they probably were. He couldn't doubt it, he really couldn't. On the bright side, assuming they are treading in circles, it couldn't possibly get any worst. That was optimism for you.

"I spy with my little, beautiful, stunning, and absolutely fabulous grey eye, something white," said Yuffie, who had long since given up pretending to sleep, but still insisted on being carried.

Vincent rolled his crimson eyes, and didn't bother to respond, which irritated Yuffie completely. She smacked him lightly on his upper chest, and he glanced down at her, and blinked as her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Come on, Vinnie, you have to guess. Guess," she said, though it was more of demand.

He sighed, exasperated, and gave in, just to get her off his back, "I don't know, Yuffie, it's such a hard thing to guess, but I'll have to say snow."

"Lucky guess, lucky guess. I spy with my little, beautiful-" she was promptly interrupted by an irritated gunslinger.

"No Yuffie, we're not playing this anymore. Nor are we playing any other game, and if you insist on playing something, I'll put you down, and you can walk," he growled coolly, and she grinned up at him, amused at having irritated him.

"Such a spoil sport," she muttered, and crossed her arms, and he shook his head.

"I know, I'm the destroyer of all that is fun," he retorted, and she snickered, causing him to shake his head once again.

"Yuffie, perhaps you should consider giving Vincent a break, and stop tormenting him for a few minutes. He is carrying you, after all," said Red, and she looked over Vincent's shoulder at the giant cat, who had remained all but silent the entire trip.

"Now why would I do that? It's so much fun to torment Vinnie-boy, and I know that deep down, he loves it. After all, who wouldn't want to be teased by a hottie like me?" she asked, and both Red and Vincent remained silent, deciding that their comments were best kept to them selves, for the sake of peace.

"Anyhow, Vinnie, aren't you cold? I mean, I did steal your cape thingamabobber. It's pretty slick, if I say so myself. Smells a bit musty, but hey. Who'd have known that Vince would have such nice taste in clothes. Maybe he's gay, most gay guys have better taste in clothes than straight dudes. Are you gay, Vinnie?" she asked, mischievous smile planted on her face, and she was hoping for a reaction, hoping that her questions irritated him, just for the hell of it.

"No, I'm not particularly cold, and no, I'm not homosexual," he replied, knowing that she was trying to get a reaction from him.

"Such a shame, gay guys are pretty cool," she said with a shrug, and Vincent glanced down at her.

"And how many homosexuals do you happen to know?" asked Vincent, and Yuffie paused, thinking for a moment or so.

"I'm pretty sure one, Cloud. There could be more, like Red. Red could be gay, but he could just be hiding in the closet. Red, are you a closet gay?" she asked, looking back over Vincent's shoulder to an amused Red.

"Hardly, and what makes you so sure that Cloud isn't straight?" asked Red, causing Yuffie grin in reaction.

"Well, Tifa always seems to be hitting on him, and he's never submitting to it, and come on, what guy has ever been able to resist her? Then there's the fact that he spends more time on his hair than me-" she was cut off by a sarcastic remark.

"Not that that's saying much," retorted Vincent, and Yuffie rolled her eyes.

"Hmph, are you saying that I don't put effort into making my hair all pretty and such? I brush it, what more do you want?" she asked, and heard Red chuckle with amusement, and she glanced at him, before snorting.

There was a few moments of silence where they were all left to their own thoughts, and Yuffie looked down at the ground, which was piled with snow. She looked to Red, who was struggling thought it, and she could tell that he was utterly exhausted.

"How long do you think until we reach some form of civilization? Poor Red looks like he's going to pass out. He's having a hell of a time ploughing through that snow. We should get him some snowshoes or something next time we're at a store," said Yuffie, shattering the silence with ease. "Red in snowshoes would be pretty funny to see, eh?"

"I don't know, I should hope soon. I'd hate to have to carry him as well. Red in snowshoes would be a very interesting sight indeed," said Vincent, glad that a more constructive conversation had been formed.

For a long time, there was no talking. Yuffie just watched the scenery as they passed it by, despite how it all looked the same. Vincent looked around, becoming almost desperate to find any form of life. He was beginning to get tired, and it took a lot for him to get tired. Poor Red must be on his last bit of energy.

Speaking of the beast, Vincent looked back at him, and he indeed was struggling more than ever through the snow. He noticed that the temperature seemed a bit cooler, and that nightfall would be in a few short hours. Once nightfall hit, it would be much too cold for even him.

The gunslinger looked down at his companion, to find that she had fallen asleep once more. She looked peaceful when she slept, which was a change from her normal zestful façade. She was very interesting. Very interesting indeed.

There was a sudden noise, a yelp of pain from behind him, and Vincent spun around to find Red collapsed in the snow, three figures in huge white parkas standing over him. Before Vincent could even consider going for Death Penalty, he was shot twice in the neck. He gasped, the sudden pain from two, what looked to be, tranquilizers indented into his neck.

Despite his increased metabolism, there was no way he could even begin to resist the amount of drugs being pumped through his body. His world blackened, and he tumbled over, losing grip of Yuffie. He tried to move, despite how he couldn't exactly see, but it was useless. Then he was completely out.

The ninja yelped at being exposed so suddenly cold, and was about to shriek at someone, until she realised Vincent passed out in the snow. She didn't even notice the people in white before her, she was too surprised that Vincent had suddenly tumbled over as he seemed to have had.

"Vincent, what are you-" she was interrupted

"Only one tranquilizer, she's only human," muttered a voice, and Yuffie looked in the direction, and was taken aback for a second.

"Who the hell are you guys? Ya'll look like frigin-" cut off again by a tranquilizer to the neck.

Yuffie variously cursed herself for not going for her Conformer, and kicking their beastly asses, but had little more time to beat herself up, for her world went dark as fast as it had for Vincent.

-

Cid held her in his arms as they sat down on the couch. He rocked her quivering figure gently. She felt so…weak. He laid his face into her brown mane, and let his cheek rest against the side of her head. What was wrong with her? Why Shera?

"It's alright, it's alright, stop shivering, please," he said, his voice breaking into a sort of begging.

Shera didn't even acknowledge his heart shattering pleas. She just ignored him, and continued to quiver. Her eyes were like two glassy, lifeless marbles. She never blinked, not once, just stared out straight in front of her, as if she had fallen into a coma.

"Shera, for fuck sakes, I can't take you acting like this. Come back to me, now!" he said, his words loud and harsh, though his voice bordered on breaking out into sobs.

Barret watched the sight from across the room, and didn't know what to do, or what to say to comfort him. He was never particularly good at comforting people. He found it better to let them be, and work out their own problems, but this bothered him. How could you watch your friend suffer, and not do something…anything?

"Shera, please. I'll… do anything," he whispered, holding onto her so tight that Barret was worried that he'd hurt her.

"He said that he'd take me, remember? He would hurt me unless I gave myself to him," she said emotionlessly.

"I don't care what the hell he said, I won't let him have you. I'll kill him, I won't let anyone hurt you, ever, didn't I fuckin' tell you that long ago?" he muttered, and a slight smile broke on her face.

"You told me that, and…you meant it, I think, but you can't stop him. You can't even see him," she retorted, and she stopped shivering, though her body was still way below normal warmth.

"I don't need to see him. I'll protect you from anything, don't you understand? Hell, I never thought I'd say that to anyone," he said hoarsely, his voice rough and hard.

"I'm afraid Cid. He said it's dark where he is, and cold. It'll always be cold. When he touched me I, I froze over. I was numbed, and I shivered, and no matter how much I shivered I could never get warm. I can't let him take me, but I can't escape him. He told me I couldn't, and he wasn't lying," she said, slowly exiting the puppet-like state she had been trapped in, and then fading back to how she was.

"Why the hell did you act that way just now? It was like you were in a coma, and it scared the shit out of me," said Cid, rubbing Shera's goose bump stained arm.

"It was so cold," was all she could say, and she shifted her body so that she could bury her face into his warm chest.

"I don't know what to do Cid. What am I supposed to do?" she asked, and despite how he never heard a single sob, he felt a wetness at the front of his shirt, she was crying.

It broke his heart to watch her suffer, and he had no idea what to say to her. So he held her, and gave affection and comfort the only way he could for her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, and pressed against him so closely that she looked almost moulded against him. He kissed the top of her head, stubble brushing against her strands of brown hair. He…well, he loved her. He still had trouble admitting that, and rarely told her it. It made him uncomfortable. Telling her those words mad him vulnerable. He never liked feeling vulnerable.

Barret suddenly felt very uncomfortable around such displays of affection, particularly since one of the givers was Cid. Cid giving any sort of kindness was odd in itself, but this full out affection…well, they might has well have been having full out sex on the couch, because that's how uncomfortable he felt.

Shera released him, and backed away slightly to look at him in the face. The first thing she saw were those soft blue eyes, standing out amongst the roughness of his face. Cid touched her cheek gently, and kissed her. It was gentle, almost chaste.

"I love you," and he uttered those words so quietly, that Shera barely heard them, but when she finally made them out, her face became a light bulb, lit up on full power.

She nuzzled him gently, and sat back on the couch, before nodding Barret's way, knowing well enough that he felt very odd in the same room as them. Cid smiled, and Cid smiling was a rare thing in itself. Grinning, sure, snickering, what the hell? But rarely full out smiling.

"You're fine? Not going to have a god damned seizure now?" he asked, crossing his arms, his face returning back to the serious expression it usually had.

"Stop cursing," she ordered, and shivered slightly, finding herself a bit more cold without his body heat.

"Eh, whatever. Ok numb nuts, get your ass back to the airship and start thawing it out. No fire magic. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? No. Fire. Magic. Good, I hope you understand that now. Use the blow dryer, and hurry your ass up, it'll be night soon," said Cid, looking over that big black man, who was suddenly very glad to have Cid back to his old asshole self.

"Don' tell me what to do," growled Barret, but he made his way outside of the house anyway.

Cid wouldn't be coming with him, he knew that. He had to make sure that Shera was safe, and there was no one he trusted more with that job than himself. Not that Barret could blame him.

He picked up the hot pink blow-dryer as he sat himself onto the metal ground. It was freezing outside, and he definitely regretted not having a coat. He wasn't about to whine about it though, of course not, he was a tough guy. Tough guys could withstand the cold. Damn right.

He went to flick on the blow-dryer, and alas, nothing happened. Then he remembered, he had tripped on the cord and unplugged it.

"God dammit," he muttered harshly, and slammed his fist into the ground.

It was just one thing after another, and he briefly wondered how much worst it would get.

-

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