It's a bit short again. Sigh. I DUNNO HOW TO GET TO THIS BIT I REALLY REALLY WANT TO GET TO! But don't worry, it's going to end soon! (The Avril arc in any case. Even if I have to make the next chapter twenty-six pages long!)

It's getting really dark. I'm not sure if it is even humour anymore. Are you all sure you want to read? But the normal thanks to MY REVIEWERS, RGNN, MA SISTER, AND EVERYONE WHO READS THE STORY! I love you all so much (yes, even you, my dear sister)

Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!

I squeezed her eyes shut and strained. My arm rose up about five centimetres and then fell.

Sigh, this is just like the demon training in the yellow-skied dimension. No, it's exactly the same, not just like!

Footsteps echoed in the hall and I immediately dropped my arm (it was tired already anyway) and closed my eyes, slowing my breathing until I looked exactly like I was comatose.

I realised after, I dunno, three days in the hospital that they came every five hours or so to turn us or switch the many bags that hung from the poles with other bags, or check the machines that were hooked to me, or surrounding me, or just sitting there around me. Every time they came in I pretended that I was still comatose, though it wasn't easy.

Let's just say that it's very easy to get startled when your eyes are closed and you don't know what's happening around you.

The door opened and I willed my body to relax and just breathe in slowly… then breathe out. And repeat.

After about five minutes, the door swung open and closed again as the nurse/doctor went out again. When I heard their footsteps go down the corridor to the next door, I opened my eyes and sighed. I could do that much at least.

So, let's try again!

I raised my arm up, and I strained until I could reach the nearest card that was on the table next to me. My hand (well, my pinky) just touched it, but then it collapsed, making the bedside table shake as my hand landed on it. I winced and slowly pulled it back.

Did I do anything to it that made it clearer? I looked out from the corner of my eyes to try and read the card again. This time, the card was slightly more tilted, and I could see more.

From, Tama.

I gaped. Tama? Wasn't he my younger brother that Jeb had prevented from dying? How did he realise I was here, in the hospital coma section, when I was SUPPOSED TO BE FORGOTTEN?

I inwardly shook my head (my neck muscles weren't up to it) and closed my eyes.

This was waaay too confusing for me. And especially when I couldn't even go into the yellow-skied dimension when I slept. When I slept, it was kinda like going to a place where I could see all of my bodies at once.

I soon realised that there were many many more parallel worlds out there. I had this version of me living in a hut who was fighting off monster bears in a secluded mountain clearing, another Wind in this weird place where people could jump really high. So it was hard to find the Wind that I wanted to look at.

Or more specifically, the one in the HunterxHunter world. I had strained and strained, and I still couldn't do anything.

Then a few days ago… You know that body I told you that was living in a secluded mountain hut fighting off monster bears at any time anywhere? Well, that one died from a random bear paw swipe, and I suddenly couldn't see what was happening anymore.

Now I'm really afraid.

Why, you ask?

Well, it might be because I might be dead in the HunterxHunter world…

Who the heck am I talking to anyway? I sighed again, and stared at the ceiling. Was I getting so bored that I needed to talk to myself? That sounded so weird… I made a (mental) face.

I closed my eyes again, to try and sleep, think about the cards, and try to watch my body in the Hunter world. There was always a chance right?

Dusky's view…

I stomped around in the yellow-skied dimension (as Wind had dubbed it). Where was she? I had just entered when I saw a shadow that vaguely looked like Wind fade away. Then I never saw her again.

I glared at everything/nothing and sat down.

The moments ticked by.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

Something tried to wake me up. I crossed my arms and kept on sitting there. I will not return to the Hunter world until Wind comes back! I swear I won't!

Tick

Tick

Tick…

The shaking grew fiercer, and I found myself drawn out of the yellow-skied dimension unwillingly. I started to fade away, and I had this double vision of me in the yellow-skied dimension, and me in the Hunter world.

I sat up.

What if Wind had been drawn out of the yellow-skied dimension too? Then she might be awake! Leorio was looking very nervous.

'What is it Leorio?'

'Dusky, please don't burst into to tears in front of me…' I raised an eyebrow.

'What, is Wind awake?'

I scanned the room and found Killua was standing in the doorway to Wind's room with Gon, while Kurapika stood a little back from Leorio. It seemed like Leorio got pushed into the job of waking me up. It would have been funny, if it weren't for what Leorio said after he woke me up.

I looked again at Killua. Why did he seem so crushed? Gon was patting him on the back and everything…

'Well, it is about Wind…'

Wind is awake! Yay! Maybe I won't yell at her that much then!

I smiled.

'Is Wind really awake?' I swung my legs over the bed side and stood up, looking fully at Leorio. Then I frowned. Something wasn't right with Leorio's expression. I grabbed a hair-tie and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.

'Weeeeell…' Leorio stretched out, his face looking strained.

'What is it?' I snapped, getting my steel staff and holding it in front of me. My eyeballs began to get warmer. Leorio gulped.

'Uh, Wind's condition has become critical,' he said with a burst. I stared at him. He wasn't serious, was he? If she didn't wake up here, then what happened to her in the yellow-skied dimension?

'I'll go to the room right now.' I quickly shrugged on a jacket and brushed past Kurapika. Then I pushed apart Gon and Killua, entered Wind's room and rand down the stairs. Then I raced to the hospital wing, asking directions once in a while from bowing servants (it was getting a trifle annoying…)

I slammed the door to Doctor Creed's room open.

'Doctor! What's Wind's condition?' He jumped, startled. He put his finger to his lips and said hurriedly into the phone

'Yes, just move the batch over to the kitchen.' Then he put the phone down and looked at me. He pushed his hair back tiredly and closed his eyes.

'I presume you're here to ask about Wind-sama's condition?'

'Yes!' He shook his head.

'I don't know why, but after the operation we gave her, though she had stabilised, it seems like her percentage of surviving, or as you would call it, waking up from her coma, has dropped.'

I growled in annoyance.

'So how far has it dropped?' He stared at me sadly.

'Despite of all our efforts, the survival rate has dropped to…' He paused and I fidgeted with my steel staff nervously. My eyeballs were getting warmer… Something in his eyes flashed, but I gave it no heed.

'…10 percent.'

I gawped at him.

'That can't be true!'

'I'm afraid it is. And we can't do anything about it, I'm sorry. If she doesn't wake up by the end of the week, then she will have a zero percent of surviving. We will pull the life-support then.'

'But pulling it would probably mean a war!'

'Yes.' He sighed, and I noticed he looked tired.

No wonder, having so much pressure on his hands. Trying to save Wind while being the head of the medical department must be tiring.

'I'll go to her room now. Bye Doctor.'

'Bye, General Dusketha-sama'

I nodded once and turned on my heel and went out the door to go down the hallway, my vision slowly cooling down as if it was copying my slowly deflating spirits. Then down the hallway were the kitchens, and a little past that were the rooms that were specially prepared for Wind.

I opened the door after identifying myself. The guards stood to attention, and I went passed them to look at Wind. She only looked like she was sleeping.

Except for the dozens of machines and IV bags that are all around her. And the glass wall that is separating her from the rest of the world… My cynical side said. I crushed it and rubbed my eyes. The contacts were becoming annoying lately.

I sat down on a chair and took out my contacts, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

Life seemed so much more boring without Wind around.

Killua's view…

I should go and ask for Wind's condition! No, I would appear desperate that way… Maybe I could listen to the palace gossip? Nah, gossip is rarely correct. Maybe I should just go and visit Wind! Yeah, that'll work!

I walked towards the door of my shared room with Gon. Then I halted and clutched my head.

Noo! They need identification, and I'm not trustworthy! Gah, I can just ask Dusky right?

I shook my head.

That won't work, she's too busy.

I sighed and walked back to the bed. Why did I have to realise what my feelings were now? I could have just realised them earlier when I could have still told Wind…

But would I have the guts to?

I laughed at myself and then sighed. Gon came in.

'Gon! I can't stand it! I'll go to Wind's room to see her right away!' I started towards the door. Gon just blocked me with his arm.

'You won't be allowed to go Killua. They didn't allow me in either.'

I drooped. Gon patted me consolingly on the back.

'Don't worry Killua! You have all the time in the world to go tell Wind.' I just shook my head and staggered back to my bed. There was this really bad pain in my chest.

I HATE THESE WEIRD FEELINGS ALREADY!

Evil people view…

'Royal advisor, have you got that King under control?'

The royal advisor's squinty eyes looked nervously at their leader.

'Yes. He listens to everything I say.' The figure in front of him chuckled.

'Good. At least you did one think right.' The royal advisor chuckled nervously with him. The figure in front of him slammed his hand on his knee. 'Who let you laugh in front of me? Did I give you permission to?'

'N-n-no…'

'Then stop.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Is it true that the princess's survival rate has dropped to ten percent?'

'Y-yes.'

'Don't stutter! I do not want weak men with me in my quest!'

'Yes!'

'Good. Tell Creed he has done his job well.'

'Of course.'

'And did he receive the stock of byntelle berry poison?'

'Yes, he is currently stocking them near the kitchen, where there is easy access to the princess.'

'And does the queen suspect anything?'

'No.'

'Check on that. That woman is a sly as a snake, she is far more perceptive that she seems. Other than the fact of her being one of the country's top healers. Though pity she can't try and heal her beloved princess. Hahahaha!

He laughed, and the royal advisor could only just stand in front of him, his knees were buckling so hard.

'Get a move on! Go and tell Creed that he must kill her by the end of this week! Or our plan that we have been working for generations will be finished!'

'Yes, your highness.'

'Good.'

The royal advisor looked nervously at the imposing figure in front of him and bowed. Then he scurried out of the room. The figure snorted.

'Useless rat…' He stood up and looked out the window.

'As if this plan will fail. I am the strongest out of all the Earth Kingdom. They call me King! And later…' He smiled, baring his teeth.

'All will call me king…'

High Universe, with Jeb

'Move it!' the guards whispered.

Jeb stepped forward to the podium in front of the judge. The old star stared at him impassively.

'Middle universe High secretariat Jeb, what do you have to say for this crime?' Jeb stared back.

'Nothing. I do not think it as a crime.'

The judge sighed and waved to a younger star next to him.

'Say it.' The star coughed and started.

'High Secretariat Jeb, you are accosted here to the crime of stopping a life-form from dying when it was supposed to, stopped another from dying to create a living human baby so that it could replace the first human's place, let two humans inter-dimensionally travel from one dimension to another, of which then the two humans visited and interfered with the world's timeline…'

Jeb tuned it out. He knew it was going to happen one day or another. That was why he didn't do that pile of work…

The high court judge looked solemnly at Jeb.

'Do you deny any of these crimes, Middle universe citizen?' Jeb looked at him squarely in the eye.

'No. I did every single one of them.'

The high court judge sighed. He didn't really want to do this. 'In normal circumstances, this will give you a death sentence.'

Jeb looked down.

Sorry Great Star… Seems like I couldn't make it to the jump anyway…

The judge took a deep breath and raised his hammer.

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