Hey, me again. Here's the new story. I made a brief reference to this character in "Overcoming Hardships" if you remember her. I'm bringing her in now. Almost forgot, if you haven't read "Enter Fifteen" or "Overcoming Hardships" before coming to this, you will most likely be confused, so I suggest you go read them. If you don't, I can't be held responsible for your confusion.


Koxra: I guess were doing this every time now. Well, she doesn't read or write yaoi or yuri, so go away if you came looking for only that.

Me: Yeah, I'm baffled as to why some people hate het pairings, but, I guess they have the same reasoning that I do for hating yaoi and yuri. They probably don't get me for hating that just like I don't get them.

Karrimo: Yeah, whatever. I'm just here to announce that people who put things on favorites and/or alerts and don't review them deserve to be murdered in their sleep.

Me: Karrimo, that's not the way I told you to say it.

Karrimo: It's called saying what I want. If I knew them, I'd at least want to send them a virus.

Me: KARRIMO! Don't be mean. You'll scare my readers away.

Karrimo: Death threats are my specialty and I think you're delusional.

Me: And why is that?

Karrimo: Cuz you actually think people read this shit you write.

Koxra: Oh, and what have you written?

Karrimo: A little book I like to call, A Guide to Morons and Inept People. You're in it.

Koxra: Why I aughtta! Get your sleazy ass over here! (she and Karrimo start wrestling on the floor)

Vilx: Did I miss something?

Me: Let them fight it out. But seriously, I'm sick of people putting stories on alerts or favorites without reviewing. My solution is less evil than Karrimo's, but I'm blocking anyone that I catch doing that cuz I'm that tired of it.

Vilx: But that's mean.

Me: No, what's mean is not reviewing. If you can put my story on alerts or favorites, there's no logical reason that you can't review it! Anyone who thinks there is a good reason is obviously insane.

Vilx: Maybe they'd listen if you just calmly explained it to them.

Me: I've tried that on more than one occasion, but I've had it, so this is what will happen now. Besides, you barely gothalfof the reviews Koxra did when I introduced her. And I don't see how that's fair.

Vilx: I'm used to it. Really, I'll be fine.

Me: Yeah, saying that and it actually happening are two different things. Anyhow, I better get to the story before I bore people with my ramblings.


Pairings for this fic: Axel/Koxra, Roxas/Xion, Demyx/Vilx, and Zexion/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. If I did, Axel, Roxas, Xion, and Demyx would be alive and have their own hearts and bodies and Sora would be just fine without merging with Xion and Roxas. I only own Abby, Oris, her Nobody, Koxra, Vilx, and Koxra and Demyx's cats (Nikki and Pocket).


Oris Aura was a fifteen-year-old girl living in Hollow Bastion. She was four feet, ten inches tall. She had shoulder-length, dark-green hair and unusually red eyes. (A/N: There is something else unusual about her eyes, but I will explain that later) She went to the side of a restaurant named Chez Fleur and knocked on the door. "Abby!"

"Coming!" came Abby's reply. A thin brunette arrived and opened the door. "Well, Oris, how'd the job-hunt go?"

"No one wants to hire someone like me," said Oris. "Something about I have nothing, so I might rob them."

"That's not right," said Abby.

"Yeah, but what can ya do but keep trying?" said Oris, grinning. "Got any leftovers?"

"Of course," said Abby. "Can't let you starve, can I? Wait right here." She left and returned with some turkey. "Sorry that it's cold. I can heat it up for you."

"Nah, don't go to any trouble," said Oris. "Thanks for always giving me leftovers. I wish I could make it up to you."

"You do every time you tell me one of those crazy stories of yours," said Abby.

"Well, it's a good thing those people in black hang around or life would be pretty boring," said Oris. "Maybe they're all part of a secret society or something. That sounds like it would be fun!"

"You shouldn't be following them," said Abby. "You don't know who, or even 'what' they are."

"Good point," said Oris. "How awesome would it be if they were aliens and took me aboard their mother ship?"

"Oris, I'm serious," said Abby. "They could be dangerous."

"Only to those creatures wandering around town," said Oris.

"Oh, please tell me you weren't following them again," said Abby.

"Yeah, and I found out something interesting," said Oris. "You remember that girl everyone hated? I think her name was Liv."

"What about her?" asked Abby. "I thought the poor child died."

"Nope," said Oris. "She's one of them. She was fighting with a giant pair of purple scissors that appeared out of thin air."

"Honestly, that's just ridiculous," said Abby. "Weapons can't appear out of thin air."

"If you saw it, you wouldn't think that," said Oris.

"Maybe," said Abby. "Right now, it seems so unbelievable."

"Yeah, I guess," said Oris. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

After finishing the leftover turkey, Oris headed to the abandoned house that she had live in since her parents died when she was seven. She spotted a swarm of balloon-shaped creatures. A crowd of people ran past her. Sensing the danger, she ran after them. She tripped. She then rolled over onto her back and the last thing she saw was a tentacle stab into her chest.


Axel: Those two still fighting?

Me: Yep. Just let them get it outta their system. Koxrawaswell within her rights.

Axel: You know what, she gets hold of his balls, who knows what she'll do to them. I never thought I'd say this, but I feel sorry for the guy.

Me: Yeah, me too. I wonder how she'll react to the Mary-Sue news.

Axel: If you value your life, you won't tell her, got it memorized?

Me: No, I'd rather not get my limbs ripped off, so there's no way I'm telling her. I wonder if we could find a scapegoat.


Once again, the glory of short prologues. Well, 3 reviews, please. And about what I said above, I'm dead serious, but Karrimo won't be murdering anyone. And if he tries, I'll get his wife after him.