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Disclaimer: This is called FANfiction, yes? If I was the owner, I wouldn't be writing this, because this is how the game would have actually gone. With Rix fucking up all of the cut scenes.

:3 years later:

"Holy Shit! Run, Yuffie, run!"

"I am running!" my ninja friend panted, running alongside of me. "Why don't you open a portal or something?"

"I don't have enough energy! You know how low my stamina is! I already spent all of my energy freezing Leon the first time! I can't do anything for a while!"

"Rix! Yuffie!"

"Oh, shit!" I yelled, daring to glance behind me. My friend and I were being chased by our other friend, Leon. Who looked very angry. His hair was also blue.

….Hey, it was Yuffie's idea! But, can you blame us? Pranking Leon is fun!...Except for when he chases after you.

Which brings me back to my current dilemma.

"Step on it, girl!" I yelped, trying desperately to increase my pace. Unfortunately, my balance hadn't improved much as I got older. So, of course, I tripped.

"Ow, son of a bitch!"

"Rix!" Yuffie stopped and ran back to me.

"Leave me, dear friend," I said mournfully, going into a dramatic act. "I can no longer go on."

Yuffie, being the hyper and fun-loving person she is, instantly caught on. "No, dear Rixia, I cannot leave you behind."

I grasped her hand in mine. "You must. And you have to hurry! He's coming! If you leave now, you will be spared. Now go! For me! For us!

I could hear Leon run around the corner. "Go! Quickly!"

Yuffie ran off, "Your sacrifice will not be in vain, Rix!"

"Avenge me!" I bellowed as Leon ran up to me and yanked me off the ground by the back of my shirt. "OW! What the hell, Leon?"

"Shut up!" he growled, gripping my collar. I squirmed around in his grasp. "You may have captured my body, you evil bastard, but you will never destroy my spirit!" I yelled, shaking one of my fists at him, while the other hand clawed at his, as I tried to escape.

Leon sighed in frustration. 'Really, Rix, you're so obnoxious." I let out a shocked gasp. "My word, Leon, what would cause you to say something so awful? You're never this rude! Wait a minute…yes, yes you are."

Leon leaned his face closer to mine, and not in the romantic way in cheesy movies where they fight and then lean close to each other and start randomly making out…ew, me and Leon…making out….ew….*brain broke*

No, Leon looked absolutely terrifying. "What. Did. You. Do?" He said each word slowly and with visible constraint, like he was barely keeping himself from killing me.

I widened my eyes, looking completely shocked, causing Leon to look at me quizzically.

"Leon…." I began slowly. "…is your hair blue?" I cocked my head to the side in mock confusion.

He growled angrily, and I flinched, pouting cutely (or at least, I thought it was cute).

"You know that doesn't work on me, Rix. You just look like an idiot."

This time I growled at him. "You're no fun." I mumbled, making him roll his eyes.

Then my head exploded.

Not literally, fear not. My head exploded metaphorically. Like, I suddenly had the worst headache I had ever had in my life. And this is including the disembodied voice.

I cried out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut. "Rix?" I barely hear Leon calling my name worriedly. Through the pain, I heard another voice, which I hadn't heard in years, though it was familiar all the same.

Observer, the story of the Keybearer will begin soon. Prepare yourself.

"Wait!" I called to it desperately in my mind. "That's all your going to tell me?"

Silence.

"Well, thanks for nothing, you duche!"

Cue burst of bright light.

I opened my eyes slowly to see Leon standing over me, looking concerned. I looked back at him and stated simply, "Well, fuck."

Later~

I was pacing my room – so Sora was coming soon, huh? So my "sacred" job would be starting. Great. I flopped down on my bed and summoned my book of all knowing awesomeness.

Or BOAKA for short.

…I got really bored one day, okay?

SO I flipped to Sora's page where, sure enough, they were building a raft.

"I wonder how long he's got before he loses his world," I murmured aloud, a slight bit of sadness in my voice. Then I shook it off. He gets his world back in the end, anyway.

Then I heard a sound kind of like a "fwoosh", only….different. I don't know how to describe it. I turned around and saw a man in a black hood standing in front of an awesome portal of purple and black swirling…stuff. He walked toward me, and I had a split second to thing "what the fuck?" before everything went dark.

Some time later~

I woke up but didn't feel like opening my eyes, so I just laid their like I was still asleep. Judging by the feel of it, I was slung unceremoniously over Mr. Black Coat's shoulder, at least, until I was dumped onto the ground.

"Oww! Dammit, my ass!" I shouted, though I still didn't open my eyes.

"Stand, Observer." I decided that it was Saix, by the voice, but I stayed on the ground.

"I can't stand, I'm asleep. You knocked me out, remember?"

I could almost feel murderous intent radiate off of him.

"You are not asleep, observer."

"Yes I am." I could hear muted snickering.

"How are you speaking with me if you are asleep?" Saix asked, voice still mainly emotionless, though there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"This is my subconscious mind speaking. It dislikes you."

I heard a frustrated growl before I was yanked to my feet.

"Ow! Motherfucker!" I scowled at him for a second before crossing my arms huffily. "That was rude." I looked around the room I was in and saw that it was the cool room with all of the giant chairs.

"Who are you?" an unimaginably and oddly calm, dramatic voice came from the tallest chair. Hey, it was Mansex! I mean, um *cough* Xemnas.

I waved at him brightly and grinned. "I'm Rixia, but I like it when people call me Rix, because it sounds like Trix-"

"She is the Observer," Saix cut me off, and I shot him a glare.

"It's rude to interrupt people when they are talking," I huffed indignantly, causing Saix to growl angrily.

Ha, Saix-puppy! Ha!

…anyway…

"Observer," Xemnas began in that over-dramatic way of his, "you will be of great use to the Organization."

"As fun as that sounds, the voice in my head has forbidden me from messing up events or taking sides. So, could I just, you know, hang?"

…curse those hoods for hiding all forms of facial expression! I couldn't tell what Mansex was thinking.

…I probably didn't want to, now that I think about it.

"Observer," Xemnas's dramatic voice cut through my thoughts, and I rolled my eyes. "Observer" is not my name.

Hey! They call me ho! They call me Stacy! They call me her! They call me Ja-

Xemnas's voice interrupted my mental singing. Dammit! "You will be allowed to stay in the castle provided you do not interfere with our actions.

I blinked. "Well, I kind of just told you that I couldn't interfere – you know, with the whole 'fucking up the story line' thing."

"Number 9 will take you to your room."

I blinked again. "I already have a room?"

Another guy in a black coat appeared from a PDD (portal of darkness and doom). I guess that's how they get down from those ginormous chairs. I always had wondered. Well, at least I got the more laid-back member of the organization – maybe I could actually have a conversation with him.

He waved me over, calling, "This way," before walking out of the room.

"'Kay!" I responded enthusiastically, skipping (yes, I skip) after him through the door.

We walked through the monochromatic halls and I looked at them distastefully. "Wow, this place is really uncreative, you know that? I mean, all the rooms look the same, you guys all wear the same clothes, even your name is boring: Organization 13," I began to rant, while Demyx ignored me. "I mean, it doesn't even make sense. There aren't even 13 members! You have 12! Why isn't it called Organization 12? Plus, calling each other by their numbers is so impersonal – it doesn't create a very good working environment. I refuse to call anyone by their number, like, I won't call you 9, I'm just going to call you Demyx, is that okay? Oh, and Demyx?" I jumped in front of him, filling his vision. "Are you mute or something?" I demanded.

"…no."

I grinned. That's good. You aren't supposed to be mute, and I don't know how that would affect anything, but I don't know how I would fix that. And, if it did affect something and I didn't fix it, Jeff would yell at me."

"Who's Jeff?" Demyx asked, curious. Or, at least, I think he was curious. His hood was up, so I couldn't tell.

…How do those hoods cover their entire face? I tried that with one of my hoodies once, and it only covered half of my face. And I couldn't see.

"Jeff is what I named the little voice in my head!" I explained excitedly.

Demyx remained silent, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Some day, I am just going to go around the castle and cut off the hoods from everyone's cloaks.

"Could you take off your hood?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "I can't see your reaction to anything I say, and it's starting to piss me off."

"Oh! Um, okay." Demyx took off his hood as I grinned happily in victory. And there was Demyx, in all of his mullawked glory. I held out my hand for him to shake, which he did. "Well, Demyx, you are now officially my first friend in the Organization. Congratulations," I grinned.

He grinned back at me. 'Thanks."

"So, onward!" I pointed dramatically in the direction we had been walking in earlier, and began walking next to him.

"So, what's your favorite color?"

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I am an excellent conversationalist, I'll have you know. By the time we had reached my room, I had learned that Demyx's favorite color was blue, he like Italian food, he had to many favorite bands to list, his favorite world was Atlantica, he loved to play his sitar, but he knew how to play other instruments, too, he hated fighting (so he wasn't very good at it), and it took him an average of 45 minutes to style his hair in the mornings. I also learned that he wasn't dumb, like most people thought. Just naïve and delightfully innocent, ohohoho~.

…well, that wasn't creepy at all…. .

When I walked into my room, I was very disappointed.

"Gah! It's so boring!" I yelled, looking about in horror. There was a bed and a desk. Oh! And a window! I'm the luckiest girl in the world!

…please note my sarcasm.

ON top of the fact that there was almost nothing in the room, the entire room was white.

"Seriously, would it kill them to throw a little color somewhere?" I exclaimed angrily, and Demyx laughed. "Maybe."

I looked at him curiously for a second before resuming my inspection of the woefully dull room. Was he really faking his emotions? His laugh sounded pretty legit. Oh gods, did I just say legit? *facepalm*

For I am Rixia, queen of hypocrisy and overused phrases.

Anyway, I had a theory about the whole heart=emotions so therefore no heart=emotionless thing.

I suddenly brightened up as an idea hit me. "Hey, Dem, can I see your sitar?"

Something lit up in his eyes, like when a little kid sees a puppy. Like, the pure childish joy. It was kind of adorable. "Sure!" he replied enthusiastically. He held up his hand, and in a burst of bubbles in sparkles ('O.O what's with the sparkles?' I thought, bewildered) his sitar appeared.

I looked at it enviously. "Yeah, yours is cooler."

Demyx looked confused. "Huh?"

I flopped onto my bed and held out my hand and summoned BOAKA, in all its heaviness (yes, I will be complaining every time I summon that fat ass of a book).

Demyx sat down next to me and looked at it in awe. 'You have a book, just like Zexy!"

I pouted, "Yeah, except I can't fight with mine. I can stalk people, though."

"How?"

I opened my book, searching for a certain page, and showed it to him. On the page was a long description of Demyx, and the page next to it showed him and me looking at the picture of him and me. Hey! It was like that picture of that guy holding a picture of the guy holding a picture of the guy holding the picture…..

Demyx looked slightly freaked. "That's kind of creepy."

"Yeah, well, I'm the sacred Observer, which is basically the sacred Stalker. It's a hard, thankless job, but someone has to do it."

Just then, I heard a knock on the door, which caused Demyx to jump and fall off the bed. I struggled to stifle my laughter before calling, "Come in!"

Another cloaked guy walked in. I was getting really tired of the hoods hiding faces. So I, uh, kind of lost it.

"Godammit, what is up with these fucking hoods? I can't tell who the fuck you are! How the fuck can I be the stupid Observer if I don't know who the fuck I'm even observing? Take off your fucking hood right now?"

The cloaked figure held up his hands in the universally "calm down" gesture before lifting them and removing his hood.

DUN DUN DUN!

That long enough for a first real chapter, yes? (The other one was just a long ass prologue…)

I tried to make it dramatic, but I believe I failed. Hard.

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