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Maybe it was time for him to log out. He hadn't been on for long today at all, but he figured he should let his body live a little bit. He was already tired and there wasn't much else for him to do today so it'd probably be a good idea. Well, there was one more thing though.

[quote]
[color=yellow][b]To:[/b][/color] Arms Slave
[color=yellow][b]From:[/b][/color] Rocket Lancer
[color=yellow][b]Subject:[/b][/color] Bounty list

I've taken down Crimson Lash, Shielder, and Dunk Master.

Also, if I ever ask, don't tell me about today.[/quote]

He sent the message, then he logged off.
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[b][color=thistle]"..... .... ...?"[/color][/b] Kosuke's eyes flickered open.

His room came into focus as if he'd had his eyes closed for a long time. Did he fall asleep? He looked over at the alarm besides his bed.

[b][color=thistle]"What the-?!"[/color][/b] He said, pulling himself upright.

He'd been out for DAYS. He couldn't remember what had happened, but he'd been out for about three or four days somehow. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and he became aware that he was very thirsty. He stumbled out of his bed and made his way to his kitchen. He grabbed a glass, filled it with water and downed it in one gulp. Had he eaten or drank at all these past few days? What the hell had happened? There was a plate and some cutlery sitting in his drying rack to maybe he had. Then he suddenly felt that there was something behind him.

He whirled around and saw that it was only his fridge, but for some reason looking at it gave him an ominous feeling. He approached it cautiously, but the feeling only intensified until he was right in front of it. He didn't know how but he could feel there was something in that fridge. Something to be afraid of. Something dangerous.

He opened the fridge and..... it was a bowl of Spaghetti.

[b][color=thistle]"..."[/color][/b] He said.

The top row of his fridge had been cleared and the bowl of spaghetti placed on top. It was rather well made spaghetti too. He could tell at a glance the ratio of meat to spaghetti was perfect, and the cheese had been delicately grated directly onto it. The strangest thing of all? He wasn't afraid of the spaghetti itself. A certain incident had driven a fear of spaghetti deep into his subconsciousness, but standing here in front of this spaghetti, right here, right now, he didn't feel that fear.

No, instead, he felt there was something lurking behind that bowl of spaghetti. Something strong, something dark, something waiting to consume him once and for all. He tentatively took a string of the spaghetti and ate it. It was just the way he had once liked it. He thought he'd forgotten that taste once and for all, but there was something wrong about it. The feeling he had as he ate it wasn't of joy, all he felt was a cold sweat.