This is my disclaimer. I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor do I own Kingdom Hearts or any Final Fantasy or Disney characters that appear in this piece. I do, however, own this story. Please don't steal it. Please do enjoy it. That being said, this is the sequel to "The Edges of Infinity." The first story was more PG and played more by the rules of the Kingdom Hearts universe. This story will fit more into the world of Buffy, with darker themes and the deaths of major characters. If you don't want to see this, maybe this isn't the story for you. For all the rest, I love you, this one is for you.

Chapter One

10:42 P.M.

The moon bathed the sands of Destiny Island in a blanket of white like a layer of freshly fallen snow. Two lonely figures sat side-by-side along the waters edge peering out into the night sky. The first day of summer was tomorrow, and being on the island without parental supervision after curfew was strictly forbidden. But what are teenagers without a streak of rebellion every now and then?

And besides, Selphie was almost sixteen anyway.

Selphie breathed in the smell of the thick, salty air, her feet buried in the sand beneath her. She looked down as a strand of her chocolate brown hair fell in front of her eye, then back up to the red-headed boy beside her and smiled.

"You remember when you, Kairi, Tidus, Riku and I used to come out and play on the island when we were kids?" The girl asked, a kind of half-smile growing on her lips. She pulled her knees up to her chin, causing her yellow corduroy dress to balloon about her like a jellyfish. The boy let out a puckish chuckle and pulled the headband from his red spiked hair.

"Yeah. You and that jump rope? You thought they were nun-chucks or something." He said, looking back at her and giving her a wide smile.

"Well when you're an eleven year old girl hanging out with boys as crazy as you and Tidus, you have to learn to improvise." The girl gave him a little nudge with her elbow before a sigh escaped her lips. "Of course, that was before Riku disappeared."

Selphie bit her lip and peered at Wakka from the corner of her eye. "Do you think we'll ever see him again?"

"I think," The copper haired boy started, scooting close to the girl and smiled. "…that if it's meant to happen, it will, yeah?"

This offered a tiny bit of comfort to Selphie as the two both peered into the cobalt blue night sky. But then… movement. A bright light, gliding across the sky like a fish swimming upstream. It was a shooting star, only unlike most, it shined a bright green color. This must have meant it was special.

"Well, waddya know, yeah?" Wakka gave a puckish smirk to the teenage girl and nodded his head to the star. "If you wish hard enough, it just might come true."

Then the boy leaned in and touched the girls face. "You know what I wished for?"

"What?" Selphie felt her face flush and she pulled the stray hair in front of her eye behind her ear. The boy gave a slightly mischievous look then smiled.

"That I could kiss you." He said with a wriggle of his eyebrows that to some might have been presumptuous but, to Selphie, was completely adorable.

"Well now you told me your wish, it won't come true." The brown haired girl teased, but then looked at him with big, batted eyes. She hoped that Wakka would catch on that she was just joking, but Wakka wasn't exactly known for his brightness. Still, he understood, and leaned in meeting her lips with his own. Selphie felt as if the world stopped turning for a moment, that everything else in the world was completely still except for she and him. Then the ground began to shake, and Wakka pulled away from the kiss with a little giggle.

"It was that good?" He asked in bewilderment, thinking that maybe it was just Selphie shaking. But then the trees began to move, the waves started crashing harder, and the clubhouse where they used to play as children shook violently.

"What is going on?" Selphie asked with a terrified tone in her voice. "Wakka, I'm scared!"

They looked around in a panic, trying to determine the source of the sudden chaos. And then an obscenely loud roar sounded from the sky and the two looked up. That little shooting star wasn't so little anymore. Now it was bigger and still growing, it's glow lighting up more and more of the beach. It was going to crash into the island.

There were no words to describe the thoughts going through their heads. It was like they wordlessly communicated and then fell into each others arms, Wakka's embrace a little more powerful as if to protect Selphie from the inevitable blast. And suddenly, the two were blown to the ground by the most powerful gust of wind they had ever felt, sand blasting into the air around them, forming a sort of dark fog of sediments. They heard a loud explosion as the star crashed into the clubhouse, sending pieces of wood and old toys flying about. But something short of a miracle happened. They did not die. In fact, a few scratches from the fall aside, they were perfectly fine.

"Wakka!" Selphie shouted, coughing up sand as she tried to see through the impromptu sandstorm. She waved her hands about in front of her as if to bat the sand from the air. Then a hand gripped her arm and pulled her in close as the sand began to settle back to the ground, the moonlight exposing red locks of hair in front of her.

"It hit the old clubhouse." Wakka said, his normal happy-go-lucky boyish accent gone in exchange for a more serious rasp in his voice. "We should check it out."

Then he tried pushing past her, but she just clutched onto his arm with her small hands tipped with orange nail polish. "Are you crazy! You don't know what's in there! It could be just FILLED with alien-y… well… alien-ness!"

Wakka just shook his head and continued forward, pushing open the door (funnily enough just left standing in the doorframe with no surrounding wall).

"Or maybe it'll give me superpowers, you never know." He said, his sense of humor still present in the situation. He walked in cautiously, his yellow tennis shoes cracking glass beneath every step. About a dozen separate rays of moonlight exposing the tattered remains of their once beloved playhouse. But… nothing out of the ordinary.

"I just don't understand. There's no--" Wakka started to speak, but was interrupted by Selphie's screams. But they weren't screams of pain, nor screams of terror. They were screams of warning, the kind of scream you let out when you're about to see someone get hit by a car but know it's too late to help them. Then he felt… numb. Wakka looked down as blood poured out of his abdomen, a clawed fist protruding from the fresh wound in his stomach. He blinked a few times, still in shock at what was happening. But he gathered enough strength and will to get out one word before he began to choke on his own blood.

"r…r…r-RUN!" He screamed as his overalls turned crimson from the blood now pouring from his mouth. And with that, a bald, green, misshapen head leaned down and bit into his neck, shaking rabidly like a dog before tearing a chunk of flesh from the boy. He was gone and she knew it, so all she could do was abide by his wishes.

So she ran. For what seemed like an eternity she ran until she reached the dock, where she fumbled with the rope to the small rowboat she and Wakka had used to reach the island for ten of the longest seconds of her life until she finally got it loose. And she jumped in the boat and began to row faster than she ever had in her life. She looked to the sky with tears streaming down her face, and what she saw made her stop. Hundreds, maybe thousands more green stars. All headed for the islands. This was the moment when Selphie Tilmitt, age fifteen, accepted death.

10:42 A.M., July 24, 2003

LAX

"But why Edinburgh?" Buffy scrunched her nose as she sunk down in her seat. "It's just so… Scottish."

"Because Buffy, Edinburgh is the birthplace of many demonic legends. Not to mention J.K Rowling. She just… bothers me." Giles said as he wiped off his glasses for like, the ten-bajillionth time. "Plus I feel that basing the new Council in the Scottish countryside would be a refreshing change of pace."

Buffy let out a rebellious huff, then rested her head to the side and gazed out the massive windows to her right, watching the planes take off and land. It had been two months since she had taken down the First, activated all the slayers in the world, and effectively blown up the entire town of Sunnydale (or… blown down? Sink-holed? Caved in?) with the help of her friends. And now with so many new super-chicks around, Giles thought it best to go all Hogwarts style and form a new council, maybe even set up a school to train the rookie slayers. He had spent the last month combing through his rolodex, calling every watcher that was still alive and informing them of the situation. And now? Now Buffy was in an airport in dire need of some coffee. Luckily she had a savior in a certain red-headed Wicca.

"One tall half-caf no fat extra foam." Willow said, handing her a Styrofoam coffee cup. Xander followed closely behind, stuffing a rather gigantic-sized M&M cookie in his mouth. The only person missing from their little Scooby gang was Dawn, who was staying with some family until they finished setting up.

"Giles was just telling me about his fear of successful fiction authors." Buffy quipped, taking a quick sip from her coffee. Mmm, foamy.

"That woman is a demon and I will prove it! …Someday." The older man said, shaking his fist a little.

"Whoa, guess I shouldn't show you what I brought to read on the plane then." Xander muffled out the sentence through bits of cookie. "Anyway, We have to board in about… T-minus two minutes. I'd say making our way to the terminal would be a not so bad plan."

Buffy made an unhappy convulsion-like movement at the thought of getting up. "Oh alright…"

She pouted her lips and stood up, wobbling slightly when she did. This whole Watcher's Council prom committee thing Giles had going on was physically and mentally draining. "To Scotland it is then."