Drip drip.The blazing sun hadn't dried his hair yet. His golden locks hadn't always reflected the light like this. When had they so drastically changed their shade, he didn't even remember. His clear eyes unflinchingly gazed at the burning sun that was showing no mercy whatsoever. Even the clear sky paled in comparison to his clear green eyes. They shown like emeralds in clear water. Yet, his doll face carried no expression or feeling. Even the scorching heat didn't burn his skin, nor did his sweaty head bother him. He stretched out his arm towards the sun. His pencil thin fingers shadowed his eyes but utterly failed to prevent the heat. He was sitting out in the open after all. And this was no weather to even poke your head out of the window. He gazed at his pale hand absentmindedly, turning it around to see his palm too. Then his gaze shifted a little lower towards his arms. The incision was still clear as day, all the more so because of the tremendous amount of blood trickling do

"That's the only place we'll be safe", Lubbock led the way after we'd decided it was too dangerous to stay in town after all.People kept coming after us no matter where we went. Even if we killed them, they would just respawn. There was no point in fighting."The one thing every program fears is corruption. If these dummies follow us to the mounds, they'll get exactly that. So I'm sure we'll be safe there", Lubbock educated me, though I can't say I understood everything."And you don't fear that corruption?""No, because my data can't be corrupted.""And why is that? Didn't you say you weren't part of the system? So if anything, shouldn't you be more prone to this corruption?""Perhaps so, but my firewall is infallible. Even if I were to walk off this world, I'd probably end up creating a road of my own. It's even easier if I'm in a foreign system.""Alright, well, how do we stop this?""One way would be to destroy the server, but I doubt we'll be able to make it to Doctor Ema like t

If words could skip out of my head and land neatly on a paper, only then will I have a chance to express myself correctly and perfectly. But though words spill out of my mind here and there, it seems they never do so properly nor do they do it in the right places. So then, I assume, I am terrible at expressing myself.I wonder if I had told Serena how much I didn't want to fight her, not for her sake but Doctor's, would this calamity had been prevented? Or if not prevented entirely, surely not everything needed to be destroyed, right?I could tell she was programmed to attack anyone who seemed like a threat to the server, but still it wasn't as simple for me to go down on her even if she was like that. Or perhaps, all the more because she was like that. Although I wasn't thinking of it yet, I think deep down I wanted to justify what Doctor had done to her. But I couldn't do that by eliminating Serena. She needed to live, fulfilled, without remorse of having lived an unfair, pointless

"He isn't coming, is he?"The mighty sun that shone after a snowy night always felt warmer than ever before. But now, it was already on its way down. The bright white snow began to glow a faint yellow under the afternoon sun. This shade left a bitter taste in Argoll's mouth. Ema sat against a tree with her head hanging on her chest. She felt betrayed, lost, and yet her faith hadn't wavered still."He wouldn't miss it for the world", she said, as if comforting herself.Was he caught by a Blue again? But it was a Sunday, so people were allowed a free day. He couldn't have been captured. Was he afraid? That was completely out of question. Both Argoll and Ema knew he wasn't the type of kid that got scared of anything."Hey Ema, you know, the adults are doing something amazing. I heard from my dad", his voice began to broke, "He said they are building a weapon that no one can defeat. Not even the Blues. So maybe...if we trust them...maybe we can go out soon...maybe we don't have to sneak o

"Because love is all I can give her."My father gave this answer to me when I asked him why he loved my mother. I think it was unconditional love he was talking to me. But even to a child like me, it seemed that love was one of those very impossible things that I couldn't ever hope to achieve. Maybe it was another form of magic that everyone but me had.If so, I wonder if now, after I've become a part of a demon, would I have been able to love just like my father? It seems to me, and very bitterly, that that wouldn't be the case.After awakening Nasty, my fight with Serena was once again one-sided. This time I wasn't the one being pursued. Serena did dodge me for quite a long while. She was absurdly fast and flexible. In another world, I'd have to be careful where I swing my sword, lest I should erase the world around me. But in Shamballa, even if I did delete the place, the memory of the place, the data still remained in the form of numbers in a computer. It would just reload and eve