Hey guys. This chapter is about 75% WAY LESS than what I normally write. Don't hate, let me explain;

Well, I'm still not feeling better. My fever will not go down, and I'm not feeling the least bit good. BUUUUUT~

I wanted to write as much as possible for you all, so here is a special chapter. It's ALOIS. Yeah. I bet you thought you'd never see 'im again, but you were WRONG, FOOL. Sorry, I love you.

I dunno. I'm pleased with the quality, just not quantity. I wanted to make sure you got more, just in case I, like.

DIED. .. . . ... . . ... . . . . . . . . .. . . .. . . .. . . . . .JK. I'll be fine. READ ON. (and leave a review if you'd like..)

~~ALOIS'S P.O.V.~~

My mind feels fuzzy. Like a white static. It feels strange. There's no pain. It's almost just numbness all throughout my body. Even if I attempt to concentrate on anything at all, my thoughts go nowhere. I feel like I'm completely out of control. I don't remember how I got here. What was the last thing I was doing? Who was I with?

I don't remember anything. Maybe it isn't important.

I try to make a motion to move my hands in front of my face, but nothing happens. I see nothing. Am I even alive?

Does it even matter if I'm dead or alive? It's not like I can even remember if I had any family or friends in the first place. If I make it out of this weird mental state, will I be happy? I could be better off dead. Honestly, I don't know. I don't know where I'll end up. Hell, I don't even remember who I am.

My mind became number as a ringing interrupted my clear vision. I felt like I was falling. My eyes opened and I could see that I wasn't dead. Wind whistled around my falling body. I looked down at no existing ground to land on. Normally, someone would be frightened. I on the other hand, feel oddly relaxed. I shut my eyes and let myself endlessly fall.

Only a few feet in front of me, I hear a nostalgic voice echo through my ears. I squint my eyes barely open and I see nothing but the white emptiness as before. I heard no words, but the voice. That voice? I don't know how I'd know who they were at the moment, but I must've known the owner of the voice at some point. I closed my eyes for the second time. I just want to rest. This thinking is tiring. Too much effort.

My rest was bitterly interrupted again by a ticklish feeling on my cheek. I opened my eyes again and saw a pure white feather falling at my speed. Strange.

I raised my hand to grab it and I ran my fingers along the soft white. Where did it come from?

A shadow began to race along my unpolluted surroundings and the innocent feather turned unpleasant black. I unclenched my weak fingers and the feather was released into the shadows. My eyes widened to take in as much light as possible. The shadow grew darker and I looked directly ahead of me. A figure was flickering in front of me, but far away. My vision blurred. I squinted to see well. It looked like two wings outstretched from the figure. Black wings. I shut my eyes once to accept darkness and open them again. The figure isn't in front of me.

I feel arms embrace me from behind and the black feathers from the figure become a wall all around me like death itself is taking me in. I feel no fear. It's simple…

Why should I fear death if I might not have anything to live for?

Suddenly everything fades to black and I'm no longer conscious. I'm not dead. Yet, it's clear my life and soul are dwindling. Just hanging on by a weak little thread. It would be easier on me to die here and now, rather than teasing me like this. Even so, I can do nothing about my current predicament. All I can do is wait until something happens. Until someone makes their move.

Pictures cross my mind. People, events… Memories…? Most likely memories. I see a flurry of people that I was obviously acquainted with or close to. They were faint, but I could make them out. A young boy with brown hair and a sweet smile passed. He felt very close to me, but faded quickly. An old man came next with a filthy look about him. I ripped him away with my own will, and behind was a man in a black suit with black hair and glasses. He was clean cut and sophisticated, but clearly a servant. After him I saw another man like the last, but with more character. Then I saw a boy. He was my age but more serious than most adults. He sported an eye patch over his eye, but the other was bottomless vibrant blue. This one had a feeling similar to the first. He felt like family almost. I tried to reach out to the image, but it faded.

My eyes saw merely murky darkness once again. The loneliness surrounded me. I want him to come back... The boy with the blue eye. There was a certain atmosphere around him that made him feel like someone I could trust. I'll have to remember him sooner or later.

A/N:

I hope you're pleased, but I'm not. I just really wish I could've written more for you guys. I'm sorry.

Bur, I'm glad you know Alois is still alive.

I hope you keep reading, friends~.

I think I'm just going to stop asking for reviews. If you wanna review, you'll review. It's hard to ask EVERY CHAPTER.

Wa'e'er.

Bye, loves.