Digitalized

(.Part 7.)Crossfire

At school,they had revealed their identities to some selected few such as trusted commanders,the bullied,and well..the troubled.Jester so far had been the most active one and tries to calm everyone down after the incident with Magenta.
He watched as senior members taught how to keep yourself protected while throwing daggers,he raised an eyebrow when one of the rookies landed on the bullseye on his first try.Instead of sitting on his 'throne' the whole day,he snuck away and landed on the training camp with a soft thud.

At first,many were surprise that the almighty Yellow King would teach them and tried to greet him with respect but he simply says that they should call him Jester instead of 'My lord,'.He'd even shown them his most dangerous tricks like swallowing a sword without losing any health,eat a burning stick and juggle daggers!Still,something didn't fill right when a DSCR user played the song,'Crossfire'.

"He trade his guns for love,"

The first lyric says,which brought back the memories of The Purple and Green King's relationship,while he sat on a chair far away from anyone.Humming,he heard the barely audible lyric reaching his ears as his hat's bells jingled softly in the wind.

"But he's caught in the crossfire.."

Jester shook the thought of blood and warfare away as he realizes what that means to him,there was suppose to be joy!Not misery or despair,he thought while pouting a little bit.

"And he keeps waking up,
But it's not to the sound of birds."

That made Jester disapprove a little bit,birds were perfectly fine!He craned his neck closer to where the song was coming from,his curiosity washing over his mind.

"The tyranny,
The violent streets!"

Jester covered his ears,trying to get the emotion of regret and sadness.No,The Ambassador Of Joy should only have the emotion of joy and happiness!Thats...what the citizens think,only the other Kings know his depression,the fear of his haunting,dark past.The song was his heart,beating to the rhythm and pace.

"Deprived
Of all that we're blessed with,
And we can't get enough."

"No..."Jester sang,following the lyrics as he listens to the melancholy song,lost in its waves of music.

"Heaven if you sent us down..."
"Heaven if you sent us down.."

"So we could build a playground...."
"So we could build a playground..."

Jester echoed,his fingers touching the last memory he had of Combatant and Preceptor.A picture of them at a campfire,singing silly songs and laughing.

"For the sinners,..to play as saints."
"For the sinners...to play as saints."

It was true,some of the 'friends' he had were manipulative and cold,causing him stay away from them.Slowly forgetting them,...

"You'd be so proud of what we made,"
"I hope you got some beds around."
"Cuz you're the only refuge now,"
"For every mother,every child..."

"Every brother.."
The lyrics struck him,he remember that awful day,where many of his comrades had died.Where the Kings held a funeral for everyone of them.
.
.
During the Transfer of Power...
The horrified Yellow King stepped on the ground,his eyes watery as he looked at the dissolving bodies."No!"He shrieked,petrified of what the Green King had done,all his friends...had died.He cried,and cried,...and cried...and cried.Till there was no more tears for him to waste.Yet,he had ran to the Green King and tried to persuade him to end this warfare,only to be mocked at.

"That's caught in the crossfire."

He was slammed onto a marble wall,leaving a hole in the wall,his hands on the Green King's.Jester only cried and cried,not because of the pain,because of his fellow friend.He sobbed,the grip on the Green King's hand tightening on his neck.He was called weak,useless,pathetic..but he knew,it wasn't his friend who said that.It was rage.

"That's caught in the crossfire."

"I'd trade my luck to know,"

"Why he's caught in the crossfire."

The Yellow King looked up,to the sun rays going down from the tinted window.During days like this,they would usually duel each other for fun and joke around like nothing was ever going to happen.

"And I'm here wakin' up to the sun and sound of birds,"

"Society's anxiety,deprives of what we're blessed with."

"We just can't get enough,"

"No..."

"Heaven if you sent us down...
So we could build a playground..."

"For the sinners,to play as saints."

"You'd be so proud of what we made."

"I hope you got some beds around,"

Jester walked to his room using a deserted hallway,the past was to painful,a dull ache in his mind and heart.

"Cuz you're the only refuge now..."

"For every mother,every child.."

"Every brother."

"That's caught in a crossfire."

The Yellow King,The Ambassador of Joy can feel pain!Everyone can,...right?Is it not wrong to be sad or sorrowful?Why were there such emotions as despair,misery,and...agony?Why should we feel these emotions,shouldn't we be always happy?These were the mysteries of life to Jester.He groaned and sat in a chair,his mind sprawling wildly in the abyss of emotions.

"Can I trust what I'm given?"

"When faith still needs a gun."

"Whose ammunition  justifies the wrong?"

"And I can't see from the backseat,so I'm asking from above."

"Can I trust what I'm given?"

"Even when it cuts..."

"So Heaven if you sent us down..."

"So we could build a playground..."

"For the sinners,to play as saints.."

"You'd be so proud of what we made."

"I hope you got some beds around.."

"Cuz you're the only refuge now."

"For every mother,every child..."

"Every brother..."

"That's caught in the crossfire..."

"Who's caught in the crossfire..."

"Who's caught in the crossfire..."

"Who's caught in the cross..."

"Crossfire...Combatant..forgive me."
"Please...forgive me.."