"There's no time!" Jim bellowed, charging at his challengers at full speed, keyblade pointed forward. "It's all over now!"
"Okay, then!" Kairi spoke up bravely, brandishing her own keyblade this time (instead of taking Sora's). "Bring it on, Jim!"
And Sora was . . . clinging to Kairi's leg? He uneasily glanced at the flesh-eating crowd closing in on them and immediately decided he didn't want to be part of the fight.
"Kairi, I want to go home!" he cried.
"Sora!" she yelled, shaking her leg repeatedly in effort to break his tight grip. "This is no time to be a baby!!!"
"I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't—"
"Sora, stand up! Jim's coming!"
Sora didn't stand up. Jim came at full force and his keyblade clashed with Kairi's. Kairi was having a difficult time dealing with both Jim and Sora, who was still tightly latched onto her leg.
"Sora, aren't you going to help???" she asked. "Get off me!!!"
"Kairi . . . I'm going to die!!! WAHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"Sora, get out your keyblade, now!"
"I don't wanna!!!!" Sora began to shed tears as the bloodthirsty crowd with their blades were coming closer. "SAVE ME, KAIRI!"
"I can't do two things at once, Sora! Save yourself for once!" Kairi scolded. "AND LET GO OF ME!"
Jim continued striking, distracting Kairi and causing Sora's grip to tighten around her leg. His tears streamed down his face, which was white with fear.
"They're coming! Help, Kairi! HELP!"
Kairi rolled her eyes and tried to focus on fending off Jim. "Take care of it yourself! I'm not fighting this whole thing for you!"
"Oh, no! Oh, no! THEY'RE GONNA EAT ME!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sora's grasp was now turning Kairi's leg blue. Sora was more trouble than Jim was.
"THAT'S IT, SORA!!!!! GET OFF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kairi was almost breathing fire. Sora shied back and released her, a disciplined puppy look on his face.
"Kairi . . ." he dared to uttered. "Please don't kill me . . ."
"You would deserve it right about now! Are you going to help me out here, or not?"
"But . . . Kairi . . . I . . . I . . ."
"Oh, no. Not this again."
"I . . . I . . ."
"Just say it already!"
"Um . . . I . . ."
"Sora, there's no time for this now!" Kairi shouted, blocking another one of Jim's attacks.
"I . . . I love you, Kairi!!!"
Kairi paused. Jim paused. The whole room was frozen as if they were watching the world's end in pretty colors.
"It's true," Sora confessed.
Kairi couldn't reply. ". . ."
Neither could Sora. ". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Jim called out.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Kairi finally asked.
"Because . . . I wasn't sure what you'd say."
"So . . . what now?"
Sora yanked out his keyblade. "First, we get rid of these guys!" he replied, suddenly feeling more confident.
"Good idea!"
"And then we get some ice cream!"
Kairi shook her head in disappointment. Well, at least he wasn't clinging to her leg anymore.
"Wait," Jim interrupted. "Allow me to show you my true face first."
"You mean he has an actual face underneath that thing???" Sora queried.
"Of course, Sora," Kairi sighed.
"All right, then, let's see it!"
Jim prepared to lift his armored mask, watching Sora's eyes carefully. "Very well, then," he grinned.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sora screamed.
"Sora," Kairi calmed, "he hasn't even taken it off yet."
"Oh . . ."
Then, Jim finally revealed his face.
"Sora, why aren't you screaming now?" Kairi wondered.
"Oh, he did it? Wow . . . guess I just dozed off." Sora cleared his throat. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"That's right Sora," Jim laughed. "It's me, Sephiroth . . ."
"Oh, no," Sora cringed. "Why does every game end this way? WHY? I think the writers really hate me . . ."
