AN: WOOT~! First Anime introduced up in this chappie~! If you don't know who it is by the characters given, it's title will be listed at the end of the chappie :3 Although really chapter two was just so darn long, it got split into two parts, so chapter 3 will be up tomorrow, I'm sleepy. ENJOY~!

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"Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-

Success in Curcuit lies

Too bright for our infirm Delight

The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased

With explanation kind

The Truth must dazzle gradually

Or every man be blind-

-Emily Dickinson

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Dark are the windows of this castle, heavy it is with dust and ashes. Gone are the horizons it once looked over. The brick walls hold themselves up with weight alone, the arches eyeing the ground below.

The halls are wide and empty, like the throat of someone who has given their final scream, and died with mouth all agape.

The vast ballroom stands like the rot of a cavity after a predator has had its fill. Everything in the courtyard is ash at the gasp of the wind.

There, at the end of a hallway that once overlooked a beautiful ocean, now a sea of darkness, stands a clock upon the wall, with craft so fine of glass that a single strand of dust could fill the eyes of the many children that surround it's face, looking and pointing at the still hands.

A shadow of a presence passes over the clock, and the second hand moves but once.

~.*.*.~

When I woke up, I was hovering underneath the waves looking up to the sparkling surface.

The water was very loud around me, a pressure was growing in my chest, but I wasn't afraid, because our hands were clasped together.

Yes, we won't be conquered with our hands clasped together, a gate no one can pass.

"(*Sigh*)~"

Waves rose and fell along a shoreline where few have treaded. A young man clothed in a silk black hooded robe stepped up to the water's edge. His bright blue-green-yellow hazel eyes peeked beyond his light yellow wavy bangs to the sea nearly hidden by night, and rock formations that looked to be black crystallizations of creeping and leering shadows.

"Crud, the gate really did close, and he really did leave, (*sigh*)." The young man looked to the darkness of night touching the darkness of the ocean. "Hm, so that's it…." His eyes then drifted to the waves reaching up to touch his dark pointed shoes upon the sand, and then to the damp paper in his pocket that looked to have been ripped out of a fairly elegant book. Whelp, now was as good as time as any to get acquainted with the contents. He plucked it from his hip hugging pocket and it ripped right in half, the weakened wet pieces drooping in his hands, "Pffffffff"–he started with the top half,

"'The heart of every Constellation was created after the refurbishing from,' blah, blah, blah, 'Heartless, a kind of Emotionless', yada, yada, yada…. 'everything has a heart, worlds, people, even those who seemed to have crawled out under a rock,' that's a pleasant description, ta ta ta, 'of everything, we are all intertwined in the great labyrinth of existence'; phooey, he certainly has a way with subtly." The young man snorted, perhaps he would acquire something that wasn't a polite "remember your place you little shit" on the second half of the page, or at least something he didn't already know.

"'Tu tu tu tu, to enter the labyrinth, you must pass through the Gates, but even then you will only be able to see a single side of the whole.' Yup, 'if you can stand to lose half of yourself, then the Gates will grant you passage, however to enter the Gates,'" and the page ended…. "Oh," he saw a thin slice of horizontal light on the horizon slice through the paper, the line getting ever brighter. "Hm," he smiled, "Of course you would come back for me wouldn't you?"

All that was once draped in eternal night gave way to a glistening dawn, it rays reaching the shoreline swiftly, brushing the darkness away as one would wipe thick bangs from someone's face. The warm touch pulled the cold shadows long and thick and unwilling, the young man's shadow hissing as it stretched–

"You would disrupt this world for the sake of me?"

Shiin~ Two warped keyblades appeared, one of wind, one of water, one in the grip of each hand,

"Go-men-a-si~"

A glint in the light of the dawn revealed what his shadow did not, the hint of translucent feathers stretching from his shoulder blades–he gripped both keyblades together over his head forming a single great blade of light pointing to the ground–"But even you should remember your place"–he stabbed the light into the ground and the colors of the dark world introverted, the boundaries of shades of black and white vibrating–igniting a furiously gleaming light–

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POUT! King Mickey jumped up in his seat, lucky that none of the shards of glass from his lamp had struck him, but that couldn't be said for the books on his desk. The grand door to his Study opened and Queen Minnie entered.

"Oh Mickey! Are you all right? I heard you cry out!"

"Aha, I'm fine Mini, the bulb just blew out and startled me; I knew I should have changed it."

A sharp crack of thunder made the king jump yet again; the windows above were getting drenched! "It's raining out? How long have I been asleep?"

"I have no idea, you said you had something greatly important to look up so I didn't want to bother you, but it sure would be nice if you could spare a bit of time in-between your research and protecting the worlds with your queen~"

Mickey blushed, "Aw shucks Mini, give me about 10 more minuets, no five, and we'll have lunch together."

"It's dinner time."

BAMPH–the doors to Mickey's study burst wide open missing Queen Mini's back by inches, "EEP!"–Chip and Dale came flying through like little torpedoes, crashing on King Mickey's desk causing his papers to scatter about–

"Your majesty, contact has been made from beyond our borders!"

"Contact, from–from who?"

"It's from our Sister Constellation! But it's not the Royal family, it's the Stewards!"

Minnie raised an elegant hand to her chin, "Stewards, now don't they watch over the throne when, (*Gasp*)–the Stewards?"

"Did the Stewards say where the Royal family had gone?" asked Mickey.

"How about you have your subjects introduce me instead?" came a level female voice that was almost monotone in sound.

All attention focused on the entrance to the study as the doors closed behind a tall young lady that looked so against the grain amongst the native Royalty, she looked like she had been crudely cut and pasted where she stood from some alien publication. Or at least the latest issue of "The Darkness inside and You."

THAT was a Steward?

She was dressed in darkness sheik from head to toe: she wore a black tattered knee-length skirt and a tight sleeveless cut shirt that was covered by a thin silk sweater with dark rose patterns that showed her pale arms underneath. The tight sleeveless cut shirt that she wore under her thin rose pattern sweater was colored in horizontal reverberating stripes of green and purple, as were her stockings that ended in black pointed tall boots. Half of her wild black hair was tied up in a ponytail with a purple stream leaving the other half to portrait her face. Her lips were colored black (surprise), her face was nearly a pasty white, and her eyes were a most penetrating yellow. Her posture was tight and solid with her hands clasped firmly in front of her, and her legs looking almost melded together, making Minnie's stance seem far more relaxed in her own regal posture.

If her dress wasn't a dead giveaway that she was from "somewhere else" (Mickey thought she could fit right in at Halloween Town) her eyes certainly were. They were captivated by her glance that was breaking through the barrier of her attire like a fire in a dark room. Never before had any of them seen such beautiful, burning, shinning eyes as hers, and their foreign design. Though her eyes were somewhat narrowed in a bored tone, her eyelashes were thin, cut, and out-reaching, only adding to their mystic style.

Only that Constellation was known for such eyes, but then why…?

Blind to the gawking faces before her, the Stewards was not, "You think odd of my attire?"

"Oh!" Mickey blushed, "I'm sorry."

"It is alright your majesty, I excuse you this time. Understand as Stewards we take a guise of the indigenous of the Constellation we sit for, but by sitting in for the Sovereigns who rule over all Kingdoms, our guises were chosen at random; I was no different. And considering the diversity within the Constellation themselves"–but by then the Disney Royalty had unconsciously tuned her out, their thoughts honing in on the statement that the Stewards were sitting in for the Sovereigns, and not their Sister Royalty, and the implications of what that could mean flooded their minds in a second–

"OH! Introductions!" chirped Dale, "Your Majesties, entering is Nikkue of the North Tower, representing the Stewards of Throne currently seating for the Sovereigns!"

Queen Minnie flinched, and turned a begging, almost terrified look to her dear King Mickey.

"Ah yes, Royal greetings are another thing to get used to as well," said Nikkue steadily with a slight smirk that was quickly erased as it was drawn.

"Now just hold on a minute," started King Mickey, "You're not sitting in for our Sister Constellation, correct?"

Nikkue nodded.

"You're, sitting in for the Sovereigns…?" Minnie finished

The King and Queen shared another glance and it finally fully sank in with a great wave that smashed their chests flat–they were in audience with a Steward, someone from beyond the Disney border, another Constellation–SITTING IN FOR THE HIGHEST ROYALTY–

"Please freeze that thought in your minds, I understand the gravity of me just being here, defying the sacred borders, but as your worlds have judged by now the borders serve little justice in the wake of an enemy that can walk through them, and we Stewards share that ideal."

The clue sent shivers down everyone's spines, then what kind of threat could cause–?

"Please, allow me to explain why I am even in your presence at first to help you all gather your thoughts." Nikkue's tight posture somehow solidified even further as if she was turning into an announcement post, but she barely even opened her mouth before the study doors were flung open once again, this time hitting their target square in the back, breaking her posture out into flailing limbs spattering across the floor and then trampled upon by the king's hysterical captain and magician as they rushed up to his desk scattering even more papers about–

"Your majesty!–"

"Is it true? There has been contact from beyond our borders?"

"DONALD! GOOFY!" King Mickey screamed trying to push them aside, but the damage was done (Chip and Dale's incomprehensible berating at the captain and magician was not making things any clearer to boot), not to mention no one even took notice that Goofy was soaking wet, making the floor a hazard itself–the captain of the guard gasped in spotting the gothic splotch on the floor, "Heartless!"–he and Donald prepared to attack, misinterpreting the action of their king for a protective move–*slip* and King and magician were suddenly flattened under the captain.

Nikkue turned a thunderous death glance toward the pile as she picked herself up, Queen Minnie freezing in her tracks from offering help at Nikkue's threatening posture from every foot she gained off the ground, "I, AM, NOT–AN EMOTIONLESS!" the Steward roared upon standing to her full height, her voice leaving a reverberating sheen on the glass above. She thrust out the length of her arm and an orb of light left the palm of her hand, shaping itself into an elegant twilight spear which she pointed directly at the pile scrambling to get up from the slippery floor–

"Your Stewardess they meant no harm!" Queen Minnie begged nearly dropping to her knees, King Mickey finally shot up and quickly put himself between the enraged Steward and his court–

"STEWARD!" gasped Goofy and Donald together–*slip.*

"They meant no disrespect!" said King Mickey, "Please share the understanding you had with us with them!"

"Understand this," the Steward spat whilst ever so slightly retreating her spear from then pointing at the King's chest, "If you and your court are to come in contact with other Royalty, there will be split second consequences for any misinterpretation spilled. I highly, HIGHLY, suggest that you dig up your Astral knowledge and prepare yourselves for the scrutiny of your peers!"

"Come in contact with other Royalty? Are–are you calling a council of Royals?" Mickey thought for something so monumental he'd have a harder time wrapping his head around it, but the idea sent a great wave of excitement and hope through his heart.

Nikkue retracted her spear with a twirl of her wrist, landing the object neatly at her side, "We are," she said tightly as if her lips were suddenly magnetic, "It is for that reason that I am here to request an audience with all of you, regrettably, at a Conference of Royals to take action against the Evil Beyonds."

Goofy slipped a surprised step back, "Evil" –

"Beyonds?" Donald finished.

And just like that Mickey's excitement for the council was doubled back to why such a thing could even be called in the first place. His brain dug deep for information that for his entire life, and the life before, was only the stuff off his Master's teachings and dusty old books that served as great paperweights. For the words of those books to have ground now, it was all still under a veil of surrealism.

Nikkue gave a sharp nod at the spilt remark from Donald and Goofy, and then a slight collapsing sigh, "Such an event as this has not happened since the World was separated. This council must not fail. As impossible a task it seems, we must re-align the links that have been severed for the very purpose of protection we are now trying to full-fill." Nikkue's gaze was then snagged upon Queen Minnie raising a shaking hand to which she acknowledged with a nod.

Queen Minnie swallowed, so very afraid of what kind of answer she would receive, and yet one that was already answered with the Steward's presence–"Wh-where are the Sovereigns? Where are our Sister Roy–"

"All dead," said the Steward simply, "All murdered by the Evil Beyonds. It seems not a drop of either bloodline remains, though there are rumors that a Sovereign may still exist somewhere, we have no confirmations on it."

Minnie had to hang onto the bookcase for support–

"What about the Constellation's Keyblade Weilders?," Goofy swallowed, "Why, didn't they–"

"Well perhaps because they are dead as well," said Nikkue, "And what was left of the Sovereign's Masters had abandoned them, a long time ago."

Everyone aside from the Steward was reeling.

"All, all gone?"

"Abandoned them? How, how could they?"

Nikkue merely shrugged, "It's a real shame," she went on, grasping her twilight spear with both hands, "But it's not without its own poetic irony in a sense. So many Royalty begged for the help of the Sovereigns as their Wielders were slain left and right, but that help came in the form of the greater good. The Sovereigns destroyed the Constellations' heart in an attempt to wipe out the threat that plagued it, like burning someone with a disease in the hopes of killing the virus that was killing them, but of course killing the person in the process as well."

"That's horrible!" Minnie shrieked.

Nikkue continued, "But this 'virus' they were seeking to destroy, they came to learn was too far rooted into the D.N.A. of the stars."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying what was being awakened and causing a riot in the Constellations was there long before the Sovereigns ever came into existence, long before us all, the Evil Beyonds… So what were they to do to protect us? What was left from becoming a loft of oblivion? Long story short, they were driven mad at the conclusions they sought, and when this 'virus' had reached them, they ended up as merely another burned victim."

A sniffle came from Queen Minnie, her hands covering her face.

"My peers and I were forced to step down from looking over your Sister Constellation to accept the task of the Sovereigns six years ago after years and years of searching for an heir proved fruitless."

"Six years ago…?" breathed Donald, suddenly all they went through in the last two seemed rather compressed!

"This is now the precipice we stand upon, we are finally able to come into contact with you according to the Laws." Nikkue let her angry gaze flow downward with a deep exhale, "The silence between the Royals is as deep as the darkness that divides the stars, but if we are to survive we must come together," she continued with a slight glaze inward, "I wonder if the Laws finally showed mercy in letting us contact your Constellation on such," the Steward couldn't help but chuckle, "fickle grounds of your kingdom being named on the Evil Beyonds' awakening list."

"Wait, WHAT?"

"At least you have a heads up for when the virus awakens within your home, and such luck your Constellation is still intact. You have six hours to prepare your court for the council, I will then return to your castle to gather you," Nikkue turned to leave, "No longer will we have this silence," however she raised her hand to stop the incoming outburst from the Royals and courts, "As a Constellation named on the Evil Beyonds' list, we Stewards have taken great measures in protecting your kingdom from any outside interference, the inside as I'm sure you know was and is left to your own devices and choices, as Law demands."

Just then Pluto entered the study gently pushing the doors away to allow just enough space for him to enter (the dog about as soaked as Goofy was even after a good shake), there was something limp, pale, and wet in his mouth.

Nikkue snorted, "I hope your dog is trained in picking up papers to help you clean up your study, it certainly has more dexterity than half of your court," and she left with a sharp stab of her spear upon the ground that released a twirling sliver of light which encompassed her and spirited her away.

"Oh King Mickey, we're so sorry," said Goofy as he and Donald bent in absolute shame.

"Aw, don't worry about it fellas," replied the king, as there were much, MUCH bigger things to worry about now…

"Well if you ask me," came Daisy's voice upon her entering the room, "She was standing too close to the doors anyway."

"Daisy!" blurted Donald, "We're you back there this whole time?"

"I was back here hoping I could have a little one on one time with that temper boar when she left, but alas, there are certainly much more important things going on here then teaching that strumpet a lesson."

"Goofy, uh, I must inquire," said Minnie finding some footing that wasn't on soaked floor, as well for her mind, "But why are you all wet? And Pluto too!"

"You weren't out in this storm were you?" asked Daisy.

"Oh yeah! We sure were!" piped Goofy, twirling about to Mickey and giving everything in within radius a sprits of water upon it, "Donald, Pluto, and I were trying to catch this magicked letter that was just floating out about in the storm, er, not that it's important anymore…"

Pluto nudged King Mickey's hand to take the dripping letter, but before the King even had a chance to glance at the elegant writing and framing upon what looked to be a torn page, or at least half of one out of a book, the paper melted into a puddled mess.

"Well that's that," said the King, and Pluto gave a small whine, "I think we need to take a quick trip over to Master Yen Sid's tower."

"Want us to check out the Cornerstone of Light?" asked Chip. "You know, double, triple check?"

As to what that would accomplish, King Mickey could only guess on their frazzled and thoroughly beaten nerves, "Of course," he replied, "Then we'll go see Master Yen Sid."

"Your majesty! Your majesty!"

Oh boy, Mickey wasn't sure of how much more he could handle, but when he processed that voice as Jiminy Cricket's and saw the little scribe enter the study, a thought crossed his mind that he was going to need a chair.

Jiminy almost slipped to his knees to a halt upon the slick floor in front of everyone's drooping, and some dripping, forms, "Oh, oh my, have I missed something important?"

"Understatement of the century," sighed Daisy.

~*.*~

Underneath the temperate light of day, the landscape of Tokieo Town stands with change. From afar, the city has grown at least three times its size from a decade ago, and taller. The hill that separated the Wayward Lights Institute has traded in its blades of grass and trees to become assimilated with the Town, and where the ruins of the Institute once stood, now stands another Tower simply named "Spot Tower."

It's design isn't as elegant as Tokieo Tower, Spot Tower shoots straight up out of the ground like a spear with its top a flamboyant design resembling an exploding star; some of the young in the town thought the tower to be a giant wand, whereas really it's design is supposed to help the Tower act as an antenna for this world.

As for Tokieo Tower, it has been through somewhat of a remodeling fiasco after having been torn down by various Emotionless rampaging through the city over the years, "Honestly!" one of the town defenders would shout out, "WHY DON'T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE?"

"I think that's why they're attacking the Tower, Edward."

"UGTH!"

The Tower retains its elegant upside down "v" shape, but it is vastly reinforced in strength with architecture work perfected by the world's technological advances along with a glass shell that rivals the world's mortal barrier. Entrance into the tower's lower floors is allowed by all residents, but the 30th floor and up is restricted to the public, unlike Spot Tower where only employees of the building are permitted to enter at all.

Of these employees that are granted this exclusive access to Spot Tower are two girls within the 68th floor. The one with the nametag Yuko (Yasako) Okonogi has short faded auburn hair, but deeper auburn eyes upon a face a little tinted with focus and gloom. She wears a tan coded school girl's uniform, tan high tight fitting boots, and also glasses with big round thin spectacles. Her attention was fixated on a screen whose buttons she commanded could only be seen through the power of the glasses she wore.

The other girl didn't look nearly as uptight. She wore a light smirk on her face as her brown eyes gleefully sifted through the information on the screen before her. Her brown hair was longer in reaching just past her shoulder blades, she wore a white t-shirt with a light teal trimming design on the top and a light blue-gray miniskirt. The glasses she wore resembled the bare shape of safety goggles, but were only as thick as a cut of glass and completely transparent; her nametag read Fumie Hashimoto.

Without breaking eye contact with her screen, Yasako drew a circle in thin air, and a chain of electrical command windows manifested out of thin air, all about as thick as a sliver of a computer screen. Her hand reached over them all in a windmill action canceling out whatever action they were trying to achieve, and in another shoving motion, all the windows were dismissed. Fumie flicked open a cover that seemed cut straight out of thin air, dialed a few numbers, and then closed it right back up.

A conversation started up between them, their voices sealed inside the building from a spectator outside.

A camera with a blue lens zooms in on them, enhancing its special microphone to pick up their words and only their words.

Yasako sighed, "You know, sometimes I forget with just how much power we are entrusted with, because of these glasses…"

"That's not to say there aren't other worlds out there with technology as advanced as what was on ours," Fumie responded, "I've heard stories that there are some worlds that have real live mechs, not the toys we had, and, people with cyber-brains! Their head is an actual computer! And some are completely cyborgs! I mean really, having Astral Powers isn't even that much of an upgrade for guys like that!"

"I don't know, you never really know how you're going to be translated when you step off of your world, I mean take us for example…Because of our glasses, we can bend cyberspace into actual reality–"

"Of course! We are witches of cyber space~!" Fumie crossed her arms like an "X" before her and tossed her head back, "BWAHAHAHAHA~! Eh, but, still, I'd really like to see those mechs and cyborg people, wouldn't you?"

"I-I- guess…still, if the Vertices have interfered this much with the worlds already, then why not just take the technology they need? Are our glasses really that powerful a tool compared with, what else could be out there…? I mean, the cyber world in conjunction with our real world was just daily life for us. There were times I admit that I forgot they were even separate…"

Fumie looked at Yasako with a hard glance, "It's not all the Vertices, it's just that one…Besides, don't you think he's already done so? We are able to run commands through this tower as if it were alive, we can see things that are generally invisible to anyone other than Seraphs, we are able to detect threats of the Emotionless to this world with the mere fabric of an internet connection running through this worlds heart, don't you think that's some sort of a miracle?"

Yasako drooped.

"If we want to get back home," Fumie continued, "We have to play by that jerk's hand for now. The Stewards will set him in his place soon enough, and so will we."

"Mh, I await that day."

"Right now, we are the guardians of this world! Or at least the alarm system! The Coil Cyberinvestigation Agency will not falter to those monsters!"

"Now you're really starting to sound a lot like Daichi–"

"No I do not!"

Yasako giggled.

"Ah, a smile," said Fumie, "At least your spirits are back up. Mhp, it's time, we need to start prepping the gateway for the merges."

"But, wait we haven't had contact with the Royalty yet!"

"If Nikkue sets a time, Nikkue sets a time, she was supposed to send me the connection, but I guess that slipped out of her priorities. She's busy enough as it is."

"Well, mh, I guess, we don't really need to notify them that much, the hearts of the Constellations talk to each other on their own, we just have to pry open their borders a little bit since they're so rusty, right?"

"Yeah, something like that, even though it would have been nice to introduce ourselves, I mean, we would have been representing the entire Constellation!"

"Yeah, so maybe it was best that we didn't."

"Haha."

"Floor 8, reading verified, Disney Border identified, all systems in agreement upon target patch."

"Floor 14 bringing online power grid, suck away~!"

The top of Spot Tower began to glow with a surge of electricity like blossoms of light, rising up its metallic skeleton along the rails of its sides.

"Ehh…adjusting alignment, that's it Spot, good, check…"

"Big ass laser in check~"

Yasako swallowed with her hand on a digital key plugged into the circuit board, ready to turn it in time with the key Fumie finally manifested from cyberspace in its digital plug, "On th-three."

"Two!"

Yasako showed some grit, "One"–both girls turned the key and a brilliant thin beam of light shot from the top of Spot Tower with a deep resonating pulse, the stream of light bending like a bow and aiming for its intended target of the Disney Border–

"Knock, knock~!" piped Fumie, both girls watching the beam approach the invisible reflective wall with a gleaming glint, the contact sending an immediate white ripple of light over the vast surface– "Success~!"

Yasako gasped noticing the power reading of the border where the breach was initiated had dropped to absolute zero, "What the–?" and now Fumie sported the same horrified look as where there was supposed to be a dim reflection of stars, a gaping solid black crack was created. "Wha….ah….ah…."

"A, A CRACK? Wha–WHAT HAPPENED? The Borders were just to have been dimmed!"

"It was on the correct setting! The Borders must have already been weakened!"

"How did we not detect that?"

"I don't know! ;O; Oh my goodness, oh my GOD–do you have any idea what can get in there now?"

The computer screen before both girls showed a giant emoticon of a sad face, the Tower's reaction.

"Wait, wait, the Stewards should already be on the way to repair it, they have the power of the Sovereigns, and your granny, they can detect these kinds of things in a heart beat! It'll be okay!"

"Still! The Constellation has to be stable if the merges are to work anyway! And if something sneaks in and blows that stability out the window, there go the merges, and there goes our Constel…Con….Home–" *Kaplunk.*

"Okay, yeah, that's warranted for you to faint, great, you go on ahead and faint, I'm contacting the Stewards just to make sure they know that this screw up wasn't based on human error, oh, there's Nikkue contacting me now, so I'm just going to keep talking to myself and saying it's going to be okay–"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO? NO REALLY–WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? DO YOU SEE A BIG FUCKING CRACK? I SEE A BIG FUCKING CRACK WHERE A DIM BORDER SHOULD BE."

Fumie swallowed, shaking, "Th-The Borders were tampered with, we had the correct power level."

"YOU DIDN'T DETECT THE BORDER WAS WEAKENED?"

"No, the system ran through its checks, and read it as strong."

"FUCK."

"Yeah."

"DAMMIT WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE A CONSTELLATION OFF THE GRID TO HELP THE DISNEY ONE OUT NOW."

"Can you stop screaming in caps please?"

"NO. THIS IS A BIG FUCKING PROBLEM THAT ISN'T EVEN REPRESENTED FULLY IN CAPS. TAKING A CONSTELLATION OFF THE GRID MEANS THAT CONSTELLATION IS ABOUT TO GET ROYALY FUCKED. ONE THAT REALLY NEEDS HELP TO STAY ALIVE, LIKE YOURS."

"Isn't there any other way?"

"NO. THERE IS NOT. WE HAVE TO LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE."

"So, who's going to get axed?"

"THAT IS THE DECISION OF THE STEWARDS. SHIT, WE MIGHT AS WELL JUST EUTHANIZE THE ENTIRE FUCKING CONSTELLATION."

"Don't say things like that! Geeze, I know this is a terrible problem, but as a Steward, aren't you supposed to be in better control of your emotions or something? Your heart has a clamp on it that like, only allows a certain amount of steam out, or something."

"THIS IS TRUE. WE ARE ONLY ALLOWED A CERTAIN EMOTION TO VENT, AND ONLY ONE. MINE IS ANGER."

"Go figure…Well, uh, you did tell the Disney Constellation about the merges right?"

"NO, THE THOUGHT SLIPPED MY MIND WHEN I SAW THE DEPTH OF THE COURT'S STUPIDITY."

"You're kidding."

"THAT CONSTELLATION NEEDS MORE HELP IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE, AS DOES THIS ONE, AND THE SHIT ONLY PILES HIGHER WITH EACH GLANCE, CASE IN POINT THAT BIG FUCKING CRACK. THE COUNCIL OF ROYALS IS IN SIX HOURS, WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW. ROYALS ARE ALREADY ARRIVING."

"I'm guessing the council can't be delayed…?"

"IT'S BEEN DELAYED FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS. IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED SIX YEARS AGO, BUT NO FOUR YEARS LATER FUCK-ALL STILL WASN'T MANEAGABLE, AND NOW TWO YEARS LATER INTO THE SHITSTORM–THIS GODDAMN COUNCIL HAS BEEN DELAYED LONG ENOUGH–AND NOW ANOTHER CONSTELLATION IS PROBABLY GOING TO DIE FOR IT. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUU–"

"What is the Steward of the Central Gate's input?"

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU"–

"And the South Wing?"

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU"–

"Well I already know yours, so let's not go down that road again. I'm re-routing power to assist in the repair Gridline as soon as you guys get a line open."

"THE LINE WILL BE OPEN IN AN HOUR. WE REACHED A DECISION."

"Damn that was fast."

"NO TIME FOR SECOND GUESSES. SERITOUGE WOULD BE SO PROUD, UGTH."

"Yeah, I bet sir jerk would."

"WE ARE SENDING REINFORCEMENTS TO HELP THEM. HOPEFULLY THEY WILL MAKE A SINGLE DAY WITHOUT OUR ASSISTANCE."

"We can only hope. I sure wish the Sovereign Masters would come back…"

"MANY DO. AT LEAST IT WAS A CONSTELLATION OF SEEMINGLY NO IMPORTANCE TO THE LADY OR THE RIDERS, THEY STOOD THE BEST CHANCE."

"I can tell how much that hurt for you to type."

"IT BURNS."

"I'm getting Tumble-Stop's assistance now, between Spot Tower, Tokieo Tower, and Lookout Tower, we'll have that Border repaired in no time."

"GOOD."

"Hey, just out of curiosity, how come the Disney Constellation can't assist in its own Border repair? Much less assisting their borders in the first place?"

"BECAUSE THEIR CONSTELLATION HAS BEEN ROYALLY SCREWED OVER BY A MAN NAMED XEHANORT FOR OVER A DECADE."

"What? Wait, so you're telling me they have been an open target this whole time? And, and if they, our merges…Us…"

"YES. THE ANGEL OF LUCK HAS SHAT ON YOU BOTH GRACEFULLY BEFORE WE WERE ABLE TO INTERVENE."

"That's one way of putting it…"

"THAT BORDER WAS A BLUFF, A GOOD BLUFF, BUT WHERE IS IT NOW? IT HAS A BIG FUCKING CRACK IN IT THAT'S WHAT."

"Okay, you're starting to not make a whole lot of sense now, and going in circles. We know what to do, and we'll be damned if it goes awry."

"SWEET STOCKING STARS IF ANYTHING ELSE HAPPENS"–

"IT WON'T. We know the Laws of Interference; it's our move, not theirs."

"DO YOU THINK THEY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THAT? UGTH, WHATEVER, WE'RE DEPLOYING THE CARDIAL GUARD, ENDING TRANSMISSION."

"Later," Fumie took off her glasses, her hands were trembling terribly. How easily they forget they're still just children…A thought, a fluke of intuition really, told her to put her glasses on again and look to her left, she did, and saw just the hint of a camera flicker in a hiccup of code. She looked off to the side and took them off again casually as to not give alarm that she saw anything. *Whose side are you on?* she thought.

Another incoming signal blipped in, the messenger stating it was a hidden voice line, but Fumie knew full well who it was as she connected to it, "Hey Granny."

"Nikkue gave you two a hard time didn't she?" the old voice cackled.

"Just me really, Yasako passed out when she jumped to conclusions, at least she passed out before the real extent of the damage came out."

Granny sighed, "My poor granddaughter, at least she was spared the verbal whip."

"And what a whip it was," puffed Fumie.

"Well, I just wanted to call and let you girls know to not worry about the border, I have equipped the Cardinal Guards with an accelerator, so the borders will begin to repair themselves through the hour-long wait."

"Yeah, but according to Nikkue that might not do too much."

"Well this is according to Granny, and it will work just fine."

Fumie smiled, "Thanks Granny, I'll be sure to pass the news onto Yasako when she wakes up."

"Thank-you Fumie. Take care now."

"You too."

~*.*~

A monitor displayed the deploy of the Castle's Gummi ship, headed in a bee-line course for the Mysterious Tower. It was quickly eclipsed by the work of the duo Chip and Dale, all the computer monitors before them now blazing through windows of defense mechanisms and measurers.

"I hope Yen Sid will be able to give them some good news about all this," said Dale, "We could sure use some."

"Exactly what kind of good news can he give them Dale?" said Chip, "This is as bad as it comes! If the Sovereigns couldn't find a solution to save everyone, what makes you think this council can?"

"I don't know, but there's got to be something! There's got to be a silver lining somewhere! They're not holding this council for nothing, not just to say let's just hold hands and hope it blows over, she made it seem like there are still some options open!"

"Well, there's always Sora and Riku, they haven't let us down yet! As bumpy as the roads they've been through, they've pulled through somehow!"

"Personally, I'm kinda scared for them," said Dale, "This threat is on a scale neither of them have faced before. I sure hope they can handle it."

"Me too, ah, hey! I'm getting a strange message trying to bump its way in!"

"What?"

"Look! Look!" Chip hit the space bar and projected a mangled electronic sounding voice with its language being deciphered through a text screen below:

"/Six Vertices,

Three Pillars,

Like a triangle draw the heart,

Two Planes,

Three Sides,

Like a triangle draw the heart,

Light

Dark

In-between

Open the Gates, and like a triangle,

Make the heart connect the seams./"

"What in the cottinlilly does that mean?"

"I don't know, but it just keeps repeating that."

"Did you try to trace its source?"

"Yeah, but it seems to be coming from the castle, from here!"

"What? That's crazy!"

"I know!"

"/Stolen, stolen away./"

"It's changing!"

"/Stolen, all taken. Ingredients are needed, too many, and too few./"

"Ingredients for what?"

"Maybe it's hungry…? What is for dinner tonight anyway?"

"Shhhhhh–!

"/Stitch the parts together, make it whole. Stitch, and rip, and cut, and sow, and tear./"

"Seems rather the counterproductive type."

"Will you shhhhhh!"

"There are subtitles down there! Read!"

"/There is nothing you can do to stop it. Everything will be torn apart and then stitched back together as it should be./"

Dale took over the board and typed back, "What can't be stopped?"

"/Dying. Dying. Dying. Dying. Dying. Dying–/"

"Oh that's enough! Make it stop!"

"I'm trying! The connection is severed, but it's still getting through! It's as if it's in the computer itself!"

"We've been hacked?"

"/Dying. Dying. Dying. Dying. Dying. Dying–/"

"Will you shut up?"

"Turn the volume off!"

"But the subtitles are still getting through!"

"That's better than this noise!"

"Ah, much better…"

"Okay, I think we need to reboot the system, clean out whatever the heck that was!"

"Yeah, and we also need to rethink our security settings too, ugth, what more can go wrong? Was this hacker from inside or outside the borders?"

"Can't be outside, no way, the only ones that have that kind of connection are the Sovereigns, err, Stewards now! This is a rogue connection! And it was coming from the castle! That means the hacker would have to be inside the castle, but that's impossible!"

"Or at least inside our Constellation. (*Sigh*) I don't know…I don't think I'd throw out any explanation at this point."

"Either way, we should still reboot the system, you know, just to be safe."

"Totally!"

"(*Sigh*) just one more log to add to the fire, let's try to get to the bottom of that connection at least before the King and the others get back."

As Chip and Dale left the computer room, another new message came through on deaf ears.

"/YOUR WEILDERS ARE NEXT. THEY ARE ALREADY INSIDE YOUR CONSTELLATION. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO. THEY ARE MINE. THEY ARE MINE. THEY ARE MINE. THEY ARE MINE -/"

:Signal lost:

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AN: Anime introduced in this one is called Dennou Coil! A real diamond in the rough that one, it was in production for over 10 years, so alot of love went into making it, and it shows, that series is absolutely awesome X3

Next Chapter: The Disney Royalty seek council with Master Yen Sid, but what he has to say places great concern on the future of the Disney Wielders Sora and Riku as forces inside and outside the Disney Constellation coil for the attack.