A/N: Bit of sarcasm in the chapter title, as you will later find out. Allergies are getting better, but I'm still a wee bit sniffly. Ah, can't wait til Friday, when we have Foreign Language Food Day for two of the foreign language classes. It's gonna be great! XD Yeah, I can't stop talking about food. Where was I? Oh yeah, I'll probably update every other day. The story is close to being done anyway.

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Chapter 10: The Riku Replica the Kid Who Gives Out Free Fudge

I'll explain this later. Immensely disturbed that I had been thisclose to being possessed, I dizzily walked back toward the town. Hopefully, Ansem was gone...well, for now anyway. He could just get in a tanning bed and forget about all this. Plus, he had maybe a whole array of magician clothes to choose from. Ugh, overly tanned guys can be so weird! I'm staying away from Xemnas more often now, since he actually considers Ansem an influence. It's like saying that Saix or Xaldin is the music in me that inspires me on a daily basis. I mean, what would Axel and Roxas think? They would avoid me like the plague too, if they knew what was good for them. Because, in a matter of time, I would go insane from such influence. Now, thinking about that in a hypothetical way, Xemnas must be as crazy as that dude.

Then again, the Superior has always been the type to seem as though he keeps some hidden crazy in his mind like a stash of dynamite. Just light the fuse one of these times, and boom! He shall explode, wreaking endless destruction everywhere. Maybe he'll blow up the whole place with dynamite. And that's not a metaphor; that's a genuine prediction. We might never be the same after that. In the mean time, I wandered aimlessly throughout the town again in the search of something constructive to do. Still, colors were blending in all over the place, and I thought I saw an eagerly jumping rabbit. By the way, I might add that this is what happens after post-traumatic possession of the body.

You can get so crazy and figure that the most random things exist. It's sort of like getting a concussion but ten times worse. I laughed nervously upon realizing how sore my body would probably become after this trip. And the rabbit was motioning over to me.

"Hey, bunny!" I greeted while giggling even harder. "What's up? Can I get a word to your mother? WOOOOOOT!!!"

Yeah, I don't know what I was saying either. These were probably the after effects of Ansem intruding my body, even my soul. Anyway, I chased after the imaginary bunny and ignored all the strange glances from passersby. I was determined to get to know him, because he had a wicked fashion sense. He had a sky blue vest, a tie-dye T-shirt, a pair of dilapidated colored pants (like a scarecrow), and red high-top sneakers. I wanted to chat.

At one point, I got so insane to the point that I could barely discern fiction from reality. With that said, I hopped like the rabbit to catch up with him. Should his name be Vinny? Gosh, my thoughts were too maddening.

"Hey!" I called after him (regretfully, at the top of my lungs). "Are you my spirit animal? If you are, this is the best vision quest of my life!"

And then, imaginary bunny spoke. "Wanna listen to my music, Xion?"

"Yes, Vinny, yes!"

He got out a stereo, which blared loud music that had gibberish for lyrics. I pretended to be in a mosh pit while singing along to the nonsense words.

I passed out, though, once I got too into the song that played from the stereo Vinny held in his brown paws. They were so cute. I wondered why he hit me before I passed out. Don't worry, dear readers, I wasn't seeing black for too long.

It was because I smelled fudge.

Instinctively, my nostrils sniffed the air, catching the whiff of good, old-fashioned fudge....chocolate, to be exact. And it was without nuts, which intrigued me even further. I prefer not to take nuts with my fudge. If it's not straight-up chocolate, I'm not buying. Forgetting the rabbit from my too vivid imagination, I got up right away.

Inwardly taking my cues from Zexion (even though my sense of smell isn't as strong as his), I followed the scent to its source. A kid who resembled Riku only with a hula skirt on furtively sneaked about town, toting a paper bag over his shoulder. Most other people would have rashly assumed that this was the real Riku. Nuh-uh, they were sadly mistaken there. This was the Riku Replica, the invention of one certain Vexen the Mad Scientist, address Ivory Castle of Sadists, World That Never Was. Kind of creepy, once you think about it, for Number Four to make a real boy—I don't believe he's Geppetto either. In fact, I know he's no Geppetto. He didn't do this out of loneliness; he did out of pure freaking insanity. Vexen has plans for that Replica, but he's kept them a secret from everyone else.

We had no idea how the Riku Replica came to be, but he just randomly walked out the laboratory door one day. Demyx saw him first, though was sadly beaten up by the guy. Don't worry, he redeemed himself. Still, this fake Riku wasn't all that nice, and I had looked down upon him furiously. I fumed whenever he looked at me. Quite frankly, he lacked the charm and charisma of the original. So, what the heck was he doing in Hollow Bastion? Oh, no...did he—?

"You little bugger!" I shouted exasperatedly at him, shaking my fist while I walked briskly over to him. Vexen's pathetic lapdog was not going to get away with this. "Did you happen to stow away on Geoffrey? Did you?!?"

Shocked that one of the members of the organization that kept him on a leash had shown up, he almost dropped his bag of fudge.

I wore a demented smirk on my face, pleased that I just might have the opportunity to squeal on him. What would Vexen think? Oh, it was time for revenge against someone who deserved it. His teal eyes widened, the Replica got out his weapon.

"So what if I did?" he asked testily with a hint of worry.

I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him toward an alley where we could "chat." OK, I meant to beat the crap out of him, but he wouldn't quite let me. With his bat wing weapon, he immediately knocked my recently summoned Keyblade onto the ground. I gave him the death glare.

"You know, stowing away is not cool with me. I can't have Vexen's eyes and ears spying on me now, could I? I don't think so, and"—gosh, that fudge smelled delectable—"Give me that fudge!"

This seemed to startle the Riku Replica even worse than when he found out that I was in the same place as he was. Sneakily, he hid the bag behind his back, though I caught that slight movement.

"No way!"

"Aw, sweetie, won't you be so kind as to give your Aunt Xion the fudge? For free?"

"No!"

"Why?" I inquired, thoroughly perplexed that I couldn't get my chocolate fix. I hadn't had a bit of it today, and I needed it so desperately. But, I guess stowaways make bad givers.

Defensively, he admitted in a tone of annoyance, "I stole it from this lady, OK?"

Awww, now I couldn't eat the fudge. I couldn't go on a binge if the chocolate was stolen. Ugh, curse my kindness! Peeved, I tapped my foot impatiently.

"Replica, you're going to return that fudge to the lady you stole it from right now."

"But—" he attempted to protest.

"No buts! You are taking that fudge back. Now, go!"

When the Riku Replica refused to move from his spot, I did a mom thing by dragging him by the ear toward the owner. On our route, I ordered him to describe the lady. Apparently, she wore ninja clothes, high boots that were up to the knee, and had black hair. This matched the description of Yuffie perfectly. How ironic that I had just come from there.

Glaring at him dangerously, I pointed to the door of the house to order him to knock on it. After he did that, the ninja girl opened the door and soon wore an excited expression.

Happily, she chirped, "My fudge! Oh, thank you, Xion. So, this was the guy who stole it, eh? Hmph...last time I ever leave fudge on the window sill."

I stared at Yuffie incredulously. "You left fudge on the window sill?"

"Yeah." She shifted from one foot to the other. "I always do that after I make it."

I merely shook my head out of complete disbelief. Really, I can't explain what goes on in that girl's mind. In the mean time, I pushed Riku Replica over toward her, front and center.

"Now apologize for your greedy deeds and lack of self-control when it comes to chocolate. And if you don't say sorry, Vexen will use you as his test subject for his spontaneous combustion experiment," I told him.

He paled twenty shades. "OK, OK, I'm sorry, Yuffie!"

She shrugged as though being stolen from didn't matter. "That's all right, dude who looks oddly like Riku. But, I won't ask about that. Now, how about some fudge, Xion? You did help me out, after all."

Forgetting my brief role as disciplinary adult, I brightened. "Of course, friend."

So, as I walked back over toward the gummi ship, I gloatingly popped each of my six pieces of fudge into my mouth. Riku Replica followed after, and he looked highly displeased.

A/N: Right, how about some fun facts for ya?

1) Yeah, the bunny thing. Well, apparently, there was this show called "Ally McBeal" about this lawyer lady. And the Dancing Baby is like her imaginary friend but really her biological clock...or something like that. This bunny basically represents Xion's insanity...and the horrible after effects of being possessed. XP

2) Got the fudge idea on V-Day when I received fudge from my mom. Yeah, can't believe how random THAT turned out.

3) I always saw Repliku as the annoying little brother (in comedic terms) to the Organization.

and 4) I also always thought that Vexen was a bit of a perv for making the Replica.

Right, on Friday, I will start the Disney worlds traveling part in the story. There's to be four chapters of that, since there are quite a few worlds I hate (i.e. Space Paranoids--HATED that world SO MUCH!). And, hopefully, these chapters have the most popular worlds among a lot of people. If you don't like them, I apologize. Maybe Xion's humor will spice it up for you.