For those of you who don't know, both Kamei and Kemyou mean "alias" or "pseudonym" in Japanese.
"Hi there! I hear you're hiring right now, and I'm just looking for some odd jobs, so, would you hire me to deliver your mail?" Saiyoku, now out of her Organization outfit and in her normal, but very short clothes, asked the lady at the post office, who just smiled.
"Well, look who it is! One of my best deliverers. It's been a while, Kamei. Skateboard or running, which will it be today?"
"I'll be running today, ma'am."
"Alright, I'll be just a second."
The lady went into the back of her post office, while Saiyoku leaned against the wall. Riku so owed her for this. He was so determined to not let anyone that could have or would be associated with Sora that he made her do all of the outside work on the front lines. He just had better be glad that even if he WAS seen, he could tell them that his name was Kemyou thanks to Saiyoku's idea of a pseudonym. It may have been completely unoriginal, but hey, no one had to know that.
The lady came out from the back of the post office lugging a heavy bag of mail up onto the counter.
"We've gotten a lot of mail recently, so you came at a good time to find a job. If you do it in record time, I'll add two hundred munny to your pay. After all, that's a huge amount of mail."
"Thanks! Now, what is the record I'm trying to beat?"
"For this amount of mail, the record is thirty two point five minutes. Think you can handle it?"
"Whew, that's a pretty short amount of time… but no worries. I'll be back in no time!"
"Good luck, Kamei!"
Saiyoku slung the heavy mail bag over her shoulder and pulled out the first stack of letters. She went all over the place, delivering letter after letter to people all over Twilight Town. She neared the last few letters in the bottom of the bag and realized she had two minutes left. Great… Only two minutes and fourteen more letters. Argh, I could use the two hundred extra munny…
She pulled out another stack and noticed that they all belonged to the same person. Jeez, popular guy. But then she also noticed that where they were to be delivered was on the other side of town, the farthest place away from the post office. Aw, man!
She booked it there and back, hoping and praying that she would make it. She reached the post office and collapsed on the ground in front of it.
"I'm done! Did I beat the record?"
The lady came out holding her stopwatch, a disappointed look on her face.
"Aw…" Saiyoku moaned, frustrated. But then a smile broke out over the lady's face.
"You were so close… to losing. Congrats. You beat the record by 2 milliseconds."
"You serious!?"
"Sure am. The two hundred bonus is all yours."
"Alright!"
The lady handed her the bag full of her pay, including the two hundred extra munny. Saiyoku thanked her again before running off to the job hunting board, stuffing the munny bag inside her pocket. She quickly picked another job that seemed easy enough.
"Hey there, I hear you're hiring? I'm just looking for a few odd jobs." Saiyoku asked a young girl, the owner of the Grandstander entertainment. The girl looked her over and sighed.
"You'll do. The rules are simple. You'll get five tries to keep the ball up in the air for as long as you can without letting it touch the ground. The longer you keep it in the air, the happier the audience will be, the more pay you'll receive. Got it?" She tossed Saiyoku the ball.
"How do I keep the ball up in the air?"
"You hit it with a weapon. You can use a Struggle bat if you need to, but you can use whatever you want." She pointed to an array of Struggle weapons that they used in the tournaments.
"Can I use this?" Saiyoku summoned her Keyblade and held it up for the little girl to see. She was unimpressed.
"Sure, whatever you want." The girl picked up a megaphone and hopped up onto the ledge that lined the hill, "Ladies and Gentlemen! Grandstander is back on! Featuring…" She looked down at Saiyoku. "What's your name?"
"Uh, Kamei."
"Featuring Kamei! And her…" She looked down at her again, "What's your weapon?"
"A Keyblade."
"A Keyblade? THAT'S your weapon? Alright, suit yourself. Kamei and her marvelous Keyblade will be performing Grandstander for all people! Come and enjoy!"
"Wait… I don't even get a practice round?"
"Now where's the fun in that?" She smiled evilly and shouted into the megaphone again, "First try! Begin!"
A group of people came to watch Saiyoku try and keep the ball in the air. She tossed it up once and hit it once when it came down. It was harder than she expected. The ball was light and bouncy, and sure went up high, but it was hard to keep an eye on it and follow it everywhere as well as keep it inside the ring of people. One of the little boys watching tripped her, causing the ball to float back onto the ground.
"Ooh, ouch. Okay, second try! Begin!"
The little boy laughed when Saiyoku glared at him and picked up the ball. Luckily for her, the mother found him and took him away, an angry yet worried look pasted on her face. Saiyoku tossed up the ball and swung a few times, keeping it aloft.
Four… ten… fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four… thirty one, thirty two, thirty three… forty five, forty six, forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Fifty one… sixty two…
She kept the count in her head, making sure she kept the ball up for at least one hundred hits. When she hit one hundred, the crowd cheered loudly, excited and entertained. But it didn't last much longer. Her arm grew tired of the same repeated motions and staying in the air. It dropped after one hundred twenty-six hits. She continued again, but she only got twenty. Her fourth time only got seventeen, while her fifth try only got ten.
The little girl in charge of the Grandstander entertainment looked out at the crowd.
"How much?" She asked them, and they all shouted, "One hundred!"
"Oh, alright. I guess you earned it…" The girl pulled out a bag of munny and handed it to Saiyoku.
"Thanks."
"To bad you didn't beat the record. I'd have given you four hundred munny had you done it."
"Four hundred munny!? What was the record!?"
"Three hundred seventy-two hits. You get a hundred munny per hundred hits. If you get below one hundred on your greatest amount, then the pay gets lower."
"Jeez, three hundred seventy-two… Must have had a lot of arm strength and stamina. I wonder who it was…"
"That would be me."
"Huh?" Saiyoku turned around to see a guy with spiked up blond hair, red eyes, a gray vest, a black sleeveless shirt, camo pants and shoes to match. Behind him was a boy with brown hair that was spilling over a sweatband across his forehead, but spiked up, kind brown eyes, a red and white shirt, baggy jeans, and white and blue sneakers. A girl was there too, with long brown wavy hair pulled to each side in loose pigtails, green eyes, an orange sleeveless shirt with white island flowers, yellowish-tan capris, and orange and white shoes.
"You set the record? That's cool."
"You sound surprised. Don't think I could do it?" He folded his arms across his chest.
"No, no. It's just it's rare when I can find records that I can't beat. I already beat the record for fastest delivery, and the one for the Struggle posters."
Before the guy could respond, his friend tilted his head, "Um… I haven't seen you around before. You new here?"
Saiyoku smiled, "Yeah, but I don't think I'll be staying here for an extended period of time."
"What's your name?" The girl asked.
"Sai—er, Kamei."
"My name's Pence." The boy with the brown hair told her, grinning.
"I'm Olette." The girl said.
"Hayner." The blonde boy said reluctantly.
"Hey! Sa—er, Kamei!" Riku's voice called out from behind her. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"What's up?" She asked, turning her back to the other three.
Riku frowned and narrowed his eyes, not that Saiyoku could see his eyes anyway, "Who're they?"
"Just met them. Ri—er, Kemyou, this is Hayner, Pence, and Olette. Hayner actually set a record I can't beat. Guys, this is Kemyou."
"Your pride is getting to you again Kamei. How much munny did you get?"
"Um…" She pulled out the munny bags she had earned and counted, "Eight hundred fifty munny, which added to the three hundred makes one thousand one hundred fifty munny."
"Still not enough."
"That's not enough?" Olette broke in, "What are you guys doing that you need more than a thousand for the both of you?"
"Shopping for new clothes." Saiyoku tugged at her tan cargo jacket, "These are WAY too small now. It's been a while since we've been able to go get some new ones, so we need to do it now while we have the chance."
"I see." Olette looked at both of their clothes and smiled. "Well, there's a clothing store down in the Marketplace where the tram is. It's that way." She pointed farther down the hill and under a huge archway in the town's wall.
Riku grabbed Saiyoku by the jacket and pulled her close, "We are NOT shopping for new clothes."
"Get over it already."
"You do realize how much more munny you're going to have to earn?"
"We'll just sell our old clothes. Easy way to make munny." Saiyoku whacked at his hand for him to let go. "Just head off now, I'll meet you down there. I wanna ask these guys something."
He sighed and continued to walk down the hill toward the Marketplace. Saiyoku groaned and turned back to the others, muttering, "What am I gonna do with him?"
"What's with the blindfold?" Hayner asked her.
"Huh?"
"The blindfold that he was wearing." He motioned across his eyes to represent it.
"Oh, you mean that. Well, it's a long story, and I'm sure it'll bore you anyway."
"Give me a break. We have all summer long to hang out. You can tell us the story." He hopped up onto the ledge casually.
"Well… Look, it's not that I don't want to tell you guys, it's just that he'll kill me if I tell you guys really anything about us. He's just being precautious. Ever since we got separated from our home, he's been like that."
"You were separated from your home?"
Saiyoku quickly held her hand over her mouth, "Oops."
"C'mon, tell us. You guys don't look like you're from around here, so impress us with a really cool story about yourselves."
"Please?"
"Yeah, please?"
Saiyoku shook her head, "Riku'll kill me if I tell you… oh no." She smacked herself in the forehead.
"Riku? Who's Riku?"
"N-no one. He's a friend. Listen, I really ought to go. Oh, wait… Hayner, Pence, and Olette, right? Where's the nearest hotel? We seriously have got to find a better place to stay."
"Sure, it's easy to get to the hotel. If you go up to the top of the train station and go through one of the tunnels that's right next to it, then just go to the tunnel that opens up into a big platform. There's another tunnel that leads right out into the other side of town. This way's much easier than buying a train ticket. The hotel's right before you reach Sunset Hill." Olette pointed farther up the hill, "The station's up there."
"Awesome, thanks. Okay, well, Kemyou will be looking for me if I don't hurry… or he'll just run away so he doesn't have to get new clothes. Either way, I have to get going. Thanks for all your guys' help!" She turned and ran down the hill before any of them could ask any more questions. She found Riku wandering around the candy shop in plain view, easy for her to find him. The clothing store was right across the street.
"Let's go, KEMYOU." She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the store.
"…But I don't want to go."
"You're coming anyway you big baby."
