O-hoh! A fast update! Not much humor or anything in this chapter, just a transition, really.

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Word Count: 513

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Seeing Sideways

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Game 2. Separate

"Okay, Feng Xiao Lan. Calm down. Calm down…. Aaaaaghh!" She-no, he paced around the apartment. "Why did this have to happen? How? Maybe Wolf-dage can help. He's a doctor, right? But… I don't know his number! Wait! I can contact him with Second Life!"

But when she was about to put the Dream Visor on, she hesitated. This was the root of the problem, wasn't it?

With great reluctance, she put it back down and resumed her pacing.

"Who can I call…?" Yang Ming was out of the question for obvious reasons (she could just imagine his reaction now- "Oh-hoh! Little brother, I'm just letting you know now that you can't steal any of my girlfriends." –with his usual obnoxious expression on his face) and, by extension, so was Zhuo-gege, as they were currently together doing…. Who knows what over the weekend.

Yu Lian-dàsâo, and Doll were out of the question because she did not know them in real life, and didn't want to find them via Second Life. That left…

"Lolidragon!" She was perfect. Lan knew where she worked, and it would be a simple matter to find her from there on.

Quickly, the former girl got dressed in her brother's clothes; they were a little big, but her clothes were simply not masculine enough. She chose a pair of baggy jeans, a loose black t-shirt with some obscure but undoubtedly obnoxious logo on the front, and a giant hoodie in order to use the hood to hide her face. A quick search on the Net gave her the location of the gaming company's headquarters, and after grabbing her apartment keys and a cheap pair of sunglasses, she was off.

The bus ride to the building was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Her (current, and hopefully not permanent) face had been plastered all across the city, and probably the entire world as well, and she doubted a cheap pair of sunglasses and a giant hood could mask the bishie she had become.

She almost smiled at that thought, but the reality of the situation pressed upon her again. She didn't want to be Prince, not in real life. Juggling fame was difficult enough in Second Life; she didn't want the burden of it in real life as well. And… even though she had gotten untold amounts of stress from leading a live as both Feng Xiao Lan, ordinary female college student and Prince, a legendary male fighter, they had been separate identities. Feng Lan did not want to be a legend. She wanted to live her life with her friends and family, enjoy herself, and find a guy she could love with all her heart. For Prince, life could never be that simple.

"We have arrived at XXX Station."

Feng Lan shook her head. I'm going to fix this. Adjusting her hood to cover more of her face, she slipped past the other occupants of the train and stepped off. Walking confidently to her destination…

Or not.

Looking at her dilapidated surroundings, all she could think was, where the hell am I?