A/N: Yes, at long last, the long awaited chapter 21.

Let's reflect what's happened so far, in case you're new to reading this story and have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on:

-Summary: Cartoon Characters from Catscratch (Nickelodeon), Hovis, a butler, his 3 Masters who are actually CATS, Mr. Blik, Gordon, and Waffle, characters from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends (Cartoon Network) Mr. Herriman, an imaginary rabbit, Frankie Foster, whom he secretly has a crush on, and Mac Kazoo, and Characters from Camp Lazlo (Cartoon Network.) Lazlo Brunazili (I made that last name up.), AND Malcolm "Clammus" Telford (I only included the Names Malcolm and Telford to be imaginative.) are all being forced on a very weird adventure that is Kingdom Hearts Style, along with this idiotic, trash-talking green-haired 11-year-old kid aptly named "Kennedy", who like Sora from the VERY SAME GAME, Can also weird the mysterious weapon of Light also known as the "Keyblade". The enemies in the game are parodies of all 13 Members of Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts 2, except the NAME is "Organization "HanBar". And the members are Animals, ain't THAT a twist!?

Oh yeah. Apparently, there are instances where Kennedy's shrouded past in the darkness reveals more than I should've let on, and some Members of Organization Hanbar, specifically Hayuchi, Hakkuru, and Alcibiade all act like they've had some previous bad beef with Kennedy in the past, calling him "Shukumei" and sh*t like that. Kennedy just discovered that he can wield TWO Keyblades now, and if you're wondering, YES, they ARE the same Oathkeeper and Oblivion Keyblades. 5 members, one with powers like Kennedy, one who uses Guns, one who uses a Big-ass Sword, one who uses the Power of FIRE, and One who uses Lightsabers, still remain; hence the double meaning behind the name of this chapter, and the ones following. Still aren't catching on? That's all right. I've the patience of a Saint.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of those Cartoons listed above, but the O.C. "Kennedy" rightfully belongs to me. Oh yeah. STRONG language, for a warning.

That's about it. Wait, one more thing—I'll insert an alternate title for this chapter along with the original. Enjoy.

Kennedy the overconfident Keyblade Master, Mr. James Hovis the butler, the Manager of Fosters the imaginary friend, Mr. Herriman, his executive, Francis "Frankie" Foster, Mac Kazoo, and Malcolm "Clammus" Telford all made bold steps to reach the other side of space that lay beyond the endless, depressing darkness. Each of them were equally afraid of whatever lay ahead of them, some more than the others, and others less than afraid of the darkness but the inward struggles each of them now individually faced, and had calmly accepted they were going to have to face eventually. Even though they had no idea what the real, impending actual threat really was. Blasting open into each of their world-weary faces as they stepped out of a rocky, narrow opening was a vast purplish-white sea of colossal emptiness. There was no sound of anything except their coming in, and dark haziness of the purple sky, he thought he heard a familiar voice screaming at him from inside to not go any further.

The rocky path only seconds away from ending and vanishing beneath the liquid shinning mirror-like surface of the dead universe, Kennedy rubbed both of his eyes to make sure that he was not living through a nightmare that had come to life out of his dreams.

I've had these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real… or not?

"Kennedy, what's wrong?" Frankie shook him out of his distant reverie. "H-Hey! Snap out of it!" Kennedy shook her off and told her, "I'm fine, geez! I just… got lost there for a second."

"Why do you do that?" Mac asked him.

Kennedy remained silent till he could think of an answer, but the truth was, he didn't have a good one. "I-I don't know. It's just… I'm kind of out of it. I mean I've never really been afraid of anything, and this is a lot to take in! This place is empty, it looks empty!"

"Dead world," Clam added empathetically.

"Well it certainly provokes quite a ghastly air," said a mutely spooked Mr. Herriman, frequently adjusting and readjusting his monocle in some nervous habitual reaction to it.

"How about we do the sensible thing and just turn around and forget this whole nonsense?" suggested Mr. Hovis, who shrugged his shoulders. But he said this sentence in such a tone, which didn't make it sound like asuggestion at all, but a joke, which tempted everybody in that party to wonder if he was actually coming up with his own sense of humor. "No? I should've guessed. Well then, a better suggestion should be if we could take this opportunity of several minutes to rest and be thoroughly prepared."

Kennedy turned to Mr. Hovis with a look like smug surprise, "That's actually the best and remotely optimistic idea I've heard you come up with all day, old man."

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Chapter 21: Remains, Part

(Alternative Working Title: "Circle of Strangers")

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Everyone of the weird-looking crew traversing the universe of Mac's so-called "Game" sat down just outside the narrow cave opening, grouped in a small circle. Kennedy with his back to the cave opening, and Mac to the alarmingly immense World of the End, which stretched over all their heads like a terrifying phantom; Mac was probably the only one who seemed to shiver, and Kennedy asked, "What's up with the shaking, Mac?"

Mac was dully unsurprised that Kennedy would seem unaffected by the obvious chilling air now already nipping at his toes. "It's cold. It feels kind of like the Antarctic Circle."

"What are you talking about?" Kennedy asked, and Mac realized he should've slapped his head sooner, having forgotten completely that human in appearance though he be, Kennedy was true-blooded alien. For all Mac knew, wherever Kennedy came from, either his "race" of being or People were desensitized to cold conditions, or there simply was absolutely no instances of cold weather, probably the reason of Kennedy's weird skin conditioning. "N-Nothing," said Mac a minute later. Then, Clam started to speak eyeing Kennedy with an unusual interest—Mac found it creepy, but hell, everything about this "rhino" kid seemed creepy, and this whole time, Mac was ignoring the obvious. It was an actual "Talking" Rhino wearing a Camper's Uniform, which made Mac's skin crawl horribly. It was such a first that Mac at that time then had to accept Kennedy's ludicrous claiming, backed up by the eyewitnesses of Mr. Hovis, and those 3 Cats to whom he served. But where are they? They haven't arrived yet! I wonder, are they going to be safe? And does this guy…

Mac's weary gaze strayed towards the hunched over thinning form of the Butler on the left. This old man, Mr. Hovis, why would he be the butler of 3 cats? Are they THAT rich? And how is it that they'd get teleported here!? Ugh. None of it made any sense, so Mac tried hard not to think about it. He failed, and figured that except for Frankie, Bloo, and a changed Mr. Herriman, they'd all been traveling together with a band of hardly normal looking people.

"Hey, why did that happen?"

"Hmm?" It'd been so long since anybody said anything that Kennedy was surprised.

Mac explained, "When we were inside the dark keyhole, you had two Keyblades. How did you do that?"

"I don't know. When that dog was about to call me Shukumei, I told him straight that I'm "Kennedy", not anyone or anything else, and he was stupid for saying so. I felt… a strong feeling inside. Something that was just kind of powerful," he struggled to say. "I don't know what it was, but I kept really believing I was me and nothing more, and then I could feel both the Oathkeeper and Oblivion in each hand."

Everyone in that little circle stared at Kennedy in surprise, because they weren't dumb. They'd been listening closely, and this unusual new twist to the deepening mystery behind Kennedy's real identity was a shocker. "Pardon me, but, did you say, "Oathkeeper and oblivion, Master Kenneth?" Mr. Herriman barely struggled to pronounce. Sitting with folded knees may have been the reason for his hunching back.

Kennedy just nodded truthfully at the imaginary. "Look I know it sounds crazy-!"

"And everything about this nutty voyage of ours is," dryly commented Mr. Hovis.

Kennedy ignored him. "But just now, I remembered that was what those Keyblades I had were called. The white one is "Oathkeeper"… and the black one is "Oblivion". I didn't even know this until after we beat Hakkuru and descended further into the darkness towards this place, but it just came back to me. That's all."

Mr. Hovis put a finger to his pale chin, staring at the sky. "Ah. Now I see."

"W-What is it?"

"Apparently you're starting to recover bits and pieces of your memory. Blik would've just scoffed and laughed at my idea, however, he'd have eventually figured it out himself."

Kennedy fiercely shook his head in disapproval. "No! Hells no, this ain't the place I came from! You're crazy!"

"I never said that you were born here, but, if that was the case, then we could easily just leave you here."

Kennedy got nervous and burst out screaming, "No! You PROMISED you'd help me to the-!"

"I was simply kidding, Kenneth. Can't you understand a joke when you hear it?"

"Yeah, see, hearing a joke from your mouth doesn't sound like a joke at all. I can't tell whether or not you're being serious," Kennedy shook his head sadly, and Mr. Hovis shrugged his shoulders, not looking the least bit offended by listening to his charge—truth was, he certainly felt a lot better than having to be stuck on a ship with bossy and demanding Mr. Blik. On the hand, talking with Kennedy felt weirdly the same way and times Hovis remembered talking to Waffle, and that was a scary thought. Then Hovis felt something he never could've dreamed he'd ever think, that he was concerned whether or not the 3 Cats would be able to reach the End of The World safely.

Kennedy fell silent and then meekly answered, "All right, all right. I mean, it's not like we've seen anybody but ourselves here yet."

Frankie pounded her fist into the ground and told him, "Except for those animals. Aren't they here?"

"Miss Frances! Don't DO that! We could easily be incinerated for all the Power they possess, and I'm becoming a nervous wreck just thinking about it!"

"Oh, big deal, what about YOU," She snapped right in his face, nearly making the stringent imaginary rabbit jump. "Ever since you jumped in after us, you've actually been a nervous wreck! And you act twice as weird and strict just because you're thin now!"

"Well, I can't really explain that, and it cannot be helped," said Mr. Herriman. "But once we're out of here things should go back to normal, and I shall become normal again myself. Hopefully."

Barely understanding his nonchalant perspective on everything, Frankie sighed, and was hoping for the same thing. What is with that crazy rabbit?

"You know," Kennedy said, from out of nowhere. "I've said this before, but something about this place feels horrible to me. Like I can actually feel something trying to tear open my head. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's my memories." Everyone was so disturbed listening to Kennedy's voice coming out so suddenly and distantly like a ghost's. "I'm a little… scared. But, I'm not going to let that stop me now."

Nobody said anything else for a while. The wind that seemed to be blowing furiously at the little rock opening from where the haunting white light sitting at the far end of the insensate void was not going to die. Finally Mr. Hovis declared, "We'll have to move now."

Frankie stared at the bald man, horrified. "What, are you crazy!? Out there is like, a big SEA! We can't cross that! We'll sink!"

"Not really," called Mac, who was standing right over the 'Ocean' just at the edge of the rocky plateau. Frankie, already on the verge of screaming, was about to faint. "We can walk over there. Don't worry."

"Mac…"

James was the next to get up, followed by Mr. Herriman and Clam, and then Kennedy last of all who said, looking a little alarmed, "Can't you wait up? I mean, this place could be pretty dangerous."

Mac smiled confidently and stood right where he was, "It's not a big deal. I bet Bloo would've done the same thing."

Kennedy shook his head, smiling. "I guess that's a proven." Then he just looked up and stared into the distance, his eyes narrowing weirdly. "Hey…"

"What is it?" Frankie asked him, re-fixing her shoelaces before standing up.

"You guys've seen them, those rocks? The Rocks scattered almost everywhere?" his voice was firm, like he was trying to reaffirm a golden rule they had to abide by.

Everyone looked up in the distance, and for sure, they're were several small rocks that seemed to be scattered almost several long meters apart from each other.

"Tiny rocks," Clam said in a quiet tone, but a moment later he said, in an astounding observation, "They're fragments. They're fragments of all the worlds taken by the Heartless."

Kennedy nodded, noting that he had also made the same observation. Shivering slightly with fear, he couldn't help but feel like there must have been something more, something important that he was supposed to understand simply from seeing all these remains. It came to him. Ah…

"If we close the door to Darkness at the end, and if it restores all the worlds that were lost to the darkness, then, what'll happen to this place and to us?"

"We can't worry about that," Mac told him. "Hey, remember, there's always a bright light in the dark tunnel, right?"

Kennedy didn't know what to say in response. "I…well… you're right. Then what the heck are we waiting for? Let's get a move on!"

'Moving on' was easier said than done. It started out in complete silence, and the light didn't increase any further or go farther away. The rocky opening began to slowly, very, very slowly edge away like the shiny glass ground was so slippery it was making it float away instead. They wondered if that meant that there really wasn't any chance of their coming back. They were passing by what was, and still is, the remains of the massive civilization, reduced to just one little tiny piece of debris, mockingly ironic.

Kennedy stared vacantly at the debris, feeling terrible that he couldn't have done anything about it, but Mr. Hovis diverted his attention back to the inward-flowing light still several meters off. There was no use getting distracted, and no time to cry about it. But Kennedy shed a couple of tears anyway. He hated this place, and wished that whatever the secret of his real identity and family were would not be revealed to him here, not in this pitiful, cold darkness.

Kennedy tried holding back the bigger tears threatening to fall, and decided to painfully submit his observation in the different direction. He was watching Clam, who walking forward in front of everybody else, alongside him. Clam's gaze was focused and unreadable, his smile sealed tightly under the heavy lock of a dead frown. I really hope he can find Lazlo. They seem like such good friends. If I find my family, I promise I'll help him look for Lazlo. Besides, he's the only one who treated me kindly on this voyage. Kennedy stuck to that thought for a while and then promised himself solidly to hold on to it.

The area of intense light was close to them, just as they were close to it.

"Think this is the place?" Frankie asked, after such a long, weird silence where nobody had spoken.

Kennedy blinked twice, and frowned, unwillingly agreeing with such a finalistic-sounding statement. It IS. Then for no reason, Kennedy felt like he had to draw on the same overwhelming power that he'd been reintroduced to in his skirmish with Hakkuru. And right NOW.

CLICK

BOOM

A shot was fired near Kennedy's feet.

Are any of those guys feeling this? Ken thought worriedly. He looked around, but nobody was paying any attention to him. They were staring up at the sky. Frankie had her fists raised, Mac, looking as pale as a horse, had his sword drawn, really old Mr. Hovis had his coal-black longsword in a two-handed grip, Malcolm "Clam" Telford had his crazy bayonet out, ungracefully balancing it, and Mr. Herriman, shaking in knees so much that Kennedy was surprised, had his hand in the spellbook. Yep. They certainly are. What the hell is going on?

Kennedy turned in the direction of the sky—specifically not the sky, but the high-climbing rocky stalagmites that looked like they were barely touching the glassly smooth base just in front of the entire magical whiteness. Sitting on top of the centered-left most pillar was another hooded figure carrying a large, purplish pointy object in his hand eerily similar to Clam's bayonet. The hooded figure—but now that hooded figure pulled the hood back, revealing a scaly green, ugly, big-nosed, toothy monster underneath—was aiming his gun at them.

"Hey, up there!" Kennedy called out as cordially as he could, though it was completely unnecessary. "Get down here!"

And to his surprise, the stranger answered back with an opening introduction. "You've got a lot of nerve snooping around where you shouldn't especially since you're the reason we're all assembled together like this. Wani doesn't like that at all."

Kennedy rolled his eyes. "Here we go."

"What was that!? What did you just say now!? Oh well it doesn't matter," said the stranger, whom was probably referring to himself in the 3rd person. "Cause you're a stupid excuse for a hero. Can't imagine why the Keyblade chooses you. The others may deny it, but we almost remember what you were. Red Armor. And TWO Keyblades. You could've done so much more with that kind of power, saving innocents and shit, but that's over with. It's too late. You did it, you know you did it, you conspired with the big guy, and sent everything into hell. You're just a half-shit hero like our great friends once were."

Kennedy turned to Mr. Hovis and said, dully. "He's rambling."

"Yes, I'm positively sure cerebral cortex and neurons inside my brain couldn't have put that together immediately," stern Mr. Hovis said jokingly. "Just focus."

"Rambling Meanie!!!" screamed a jumpy Clam.

"Rambling?!" Wani barked out incredulously at them, looking steamed for a few seconds before falling back into a weird laid-back kind of calm again, rolling his eyes. "As if. What I'm trying tell you here, traitor, is that your time is up!" Wani sat up on the rocky point and split the giant, spiky Sniper into two short guns.

"Here he comes!" Mr. Herriman shouted with dreading anticipation. But Kennedy was way ahead and stared at his arm. Sure enough, the green oblong around his wrist began to resonate vigorously. He whispered into it. Reanimate the space the around us!

Wani jumped down from the gigantic rock, arms a-toting each gun. With a decidedly sudden, powerful landing, he sat up straight and stared devilishly right at them. Mac would've gladly traded away his entire collection of Space Wars collectables for a measly little pebble to prove that he wasn't crazy about saying their enemy was another animal, a vapid green, slimy, scaly, sharp-toothed alligator wearing a funny little purple hat.

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Boss: Wani

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(Activating Combat Mode)

(Battle Start)

"Time for some well-deserved REVENGE."

(E.A.)

"HAH!!" (Teleport)

FIRE! FIRE!

"WOAH!!!" Kennedy jumped before the shots made contact. Fast-ass bullets!

"Sheesh!" screamed Frankie, jumping back to her feet. "Look at that!"

Kennedy looked and his jaw dropped. "He's floating in midair!" Wanit was, and had his guns wildly picking a target at random, all the while hanging upside down.

"Not for long."

(Skill Trigger!)

Mr. Hovis felt energy surge into his aging body like clockwork, speeding him up, before levitating briefly into the air and shooting like a cannon at the Alligator hanging upside down. "Brittle Moon." He slashed up and down at the monster's field in a dazzling arc, forcing Wani back and to teleport from behind— (503 point hit!)

"Nice. How about a dance!?" Mr. Hovis turned at the wrong time as Wanit fired the guns.

FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!

"Ugh, uh, u-u-u-u-u-u-u-uh!!!!" shot dead in the chest, but the field shielded him to the point that he was merely wounded, but still painfully wounded.

"NOT DONE!!!"

Wani, still upside down, manipulated the Gravity around his body, and spun his body like a revolving clock without any of its' essential gears. Wani fired a rain of wild shots that sprayed down the battlefield.

"He can manipulate the gravity around him!" Mac exclaimed.

"Ugh! Damn it!!" Kennedy ducked down, hoping to avoid the blasts. Out of the corner of his eye, a frazzled Head of Business affairs and redheaded Frankie were running terrified, ducking to escape the bullets. Mac was shot more than a few times and lay unmoving. Dammit! He's gotten one of us already! Aren't we strong enough to stop this bastard!? – (700-point damage suffered)

One of the bullets shot at Mr. Hovis again, causing him to fall over on his back. Mr. Herriman had hand pressed to book and read incantation.

"Turbulence!!" A high tunnel of powerful wind suddenly shrieked from his book and scored a direct hit on Wani, but he didn't even flinch, and his sheer powerful force of gravity blew Herriman away with a single shot—(0 point hit) "Urrgh!! I was… careless!" Frankie rushed over, but screamed as gravity smashed right into her side. She went wide-eyed with horror as she got hit—(3000 point damage)

Wani smugly gleaned the handiwork before hearing-

(Skill Trigger!)

"Plectra Bullet!" A high-speed lightning bullet was flying at him, but he quickly teleport out of the way. "Nice try, rodent." FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!

Clam had both eyes to the size of saucer pans by the time he leaped clear out of the warpath of the bullets. "Yikes!"

"Besides! I'm MUCH faster with a bullet than anything else here!" he said with excitedly ghastliness.

Damn there's got to be something here! Kennedy desperately searched his pockets and managed to secure a bottle. One Hi-Potion! Argh! We're going to need a miracle for THIS. Mac, hope you're ready!

"Wake up, Mac!!!" Kennedy tossed the potion several feet in the air to Mac, and the bottle burst open, the green-misted contents falling over the chocolate-haired kid. Mac was back on his feet, a little dizzy. "Oh God, what happened?"

"You're ruining my fun!" Wani screamed, turning his body a full 360* degree and aiming both guns at Ken. "STOP THAT!"

"Oh, fuck off! I'm SICK…"

(Attack)

Kennedy had Keyblade drawn and was already flying at the gravity-defying monster in midair like a torpedo. "OF ALL…"

Swinging the Keyblade at full speed, it didn't appear to be enough; Wani dodged it just as quickly and powerfully with a flawless drawback. Strained Kennedy flailed at the evil alligator's field dealing a powerful number of damage—(6043 point hit!)

"YOUR BULLSHIT!!!!!!"

Kennedy and Wani prolonged their mad dance of swords in the air, with an angry Kennnedy throwing himself and weapon and all at Wani, followed by a series of blazing kicks, moves even he never thought he was capable of. "HUAH!!" A 5th swipe at the field, followed by a severe dropkick, had Wani decide on the spot to fire his guns. He had an endless reserve of bullets ready and fired wildly, but couldn't get a clear shot of the cocky Keyblade Master with the furious barrage of attacks. "Stand… still!!"

"NO!" (Attack) "EEAAAAAAYYYAAAAAH!!!" The field around Wani's body wouldn't last very long at this rate. Both were finally caught in deadlock after an explosive shockwave between Keyblade and guns.

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

"Uuuurrggh…BRAT!! Staring at your ugly face pisses me off! I liked it better when you wore red METAL!!"

Kennnedy blew him away in a fiery thrust. "I've sick and tired of everyone rambling in front of me! I'm NOT wearing red metal!! Cracker-ass goit!"

Weakly Mr. Hovis, still weakened after the blow from bullet wound, weakly thought to himself, Where does he come up with this stuff!?

Wani's body started to glow. What he's up to now!? Kennedy thought desperately.

(E.)

"You're really good, Shukumei. No wonder Filhox, Hakkuru, and the rest lost to you so badly," Wani mocked Kennedy, looking ragged and pushed to the limit. I'm not losing myself again. That dumbass Nuusku. He should've just listened to me. This is… THIS IS…OUR reckoning!!! "Today will be our reckoning to GLORY!!"

"NO!!" Kennedy's roar was just fiery and fierce and deadly, his tone taking such cold tenor it would've made anyone shiver. Pleading heavily on the feelings inside himself, Kennedy barely touched the thing he was furiously reaching for within. "UP YOUR ASS!!"

FLASH!!

"Ah…! Ha…ha…!!!!"

(D.P.T.A.)

Kennedy went so wide-eyed with horror he feared they would've just fallen out of his head. He was holding them! This is that power!

"Two Keyblades won't save you NOW!!" Wani's voice suddenly rose to horrible, croaking shriek, while his entire body, lit like a torch caused a massive wave to burst forth like thunder. Wani's expression changed to that of a sick demon.

Wani flashed out of sight, leaving Kennedy baffled till he saw the glowing shape of the monster flying right behind.

"EAH!!" PHLOOOSH! PHLOOOSH! PHLOOSH!!! PHLOOOSH! PHLOOSH!

Kennedy's face turned paler than a horse, and Wani's trigger-happy fingers were playing away. Kennedy dodged the coming barrage of high-speed bullets. "Ah, shit!!!"

FLASH!

"HYEH!!" PHLOOOSH! PHLOOOSH! PHLOOSH!!! PHLOOOSH! PHLOOSH!

FLASH!

"EAH!!" PHLOOOSH! PHLOOOSH! PHLOOSH!!! PHLOOOSH! PHLOOSH!

FLASH!

Wani rapidly teleporting around Kennedy, and jumped at each chance to shoot him down, but Kennedy was quicker and ran ahead of each bullet, knowing his life and veiled truth were dependant upon it. With every teleporting turn, the deadly stream of beam bullets were only an inch closer—Kennedy feared then that Wani wasn't bluffing around.

"Let's see how you dance!" exclaimed the still-brightly lit alligator as he teleported to the left of Kennedy this time, causing a high stream of powerful energy to leave the mini-guns and vanish into the air. Kennedy didn't attempt to attack the crazed sniper, even when wielding two Keyblades, because at that point, Kennedy just knew he was completely invincible. The Bullets, swarming down on him from the air at his field, were more like a swarming of glowing, angry bees, flew down in ridiculous droves, making Ken go mad with impatience. Finally the deadly apparatus of this monster's attack stopped, and Kennedy had shielded against it, sweating heavy and taking in fast, unsavory gulps of empty air. Damn, I'm so tired.

"Nice job. You've worn me down to a frazzle," Wani wasn't too exhausted to say. "But I'm still going to KILL you- Aaaah!!!"

Kennedy turned around, when he had the strength, to see that somebody delivered the final blow and shattered the field around Wani's body. "M-Mac?" He was right. It was unmistakably Mac, still taking long pauses to breathe, looked beyond exhausted beyond all reason.

"Mac… you did it!" The joyful exclamation was well received by Mac, who managed to smile weakly at his friend. "Thanks…"

BOOM!!

Kennedy's smile disappeared so fast he felt like his head was going to spin. Wani was still alive, and rose with such an explosive force it blew Mac off his feet and skidded several feet away like a torn rag, knocked out. Horror consumed Kennedy's face; Mac didn't move.

Wani, angry face and all, was carrying a fused, large-sized sniper in his shaky right hand, with a Brazilian-style grin weakly covering a big portion of his ugly, empty face. "I… will WIN!"

Needless to say, Kennedy was beyond horrified to see that the bracelet stopped glowing.

(Conflict Resolved)

Goddammit!

"What's the matter? Can't fight anymore!? That's too bad…" hoarse Wani's icy tone and mocking, scorning beam didn't help or hinder the single terrified thought in Kennedy's head. And what was worse? Wani had been right. Kennedy had been too exhausted after barely dodging that hellstorm of bullets falling from the sky. Wani teleported back to the top of that big rock, the one that was near the terrible light in the colossal purple.

Wani aimed the sniper down on Kennedy, and leaned his eye near the scope to get a bird's eye view of his hated nemesis for the quick kill. Kennedy mouth hung open—even he saw there was little chance Wani would miss such a shot. Wani's terrible scaly paws wrapped around the trigger like an overexcited child, and pulled it.

"…Cause I'm just getting warmed UP!"

BOOM!

A shot had been fired, but not by Wani, who now lost balance, skidded 10 feet down, and fell at Kennedy's feet, dead. His expression, masked by dripping red liquid, was lost somewhere between immense despair and betrayed anger. Open-mouthed Kennedy stiffly turned in the direction of the reverse shot, fired by none other than dirty, debris smoked Malcolm "Clammus" Telford, looking so bizarre and ungainly with his small stature, big nose, and powerful bayonet. Clam dropped his sword, and fell right on his butt, dead tired.

He didn't notice them, but Mr. Herriman, carried around the arm by Frances "Frankie" Foster, limped to behind him. "W-Where's Mac?" was the first thing Frankie asked Kennedy, but he didn't respond right away. Instead, in a zombie-like trance, Kennedy fearfully pointed to where the chocolate-color haired boy was, recalling his being at the center of the high energy of the Gravity wave. Frankie dropped Mr. Herriman close to Kennedy and ran like a bat out of hell for the little boy she deeply treasured.

Several minutes later a tearful Frankie had Mac in her arms, looking like she'd just seen somebody run over an innocent woodland creature. By the time she had, Mr. Hovis, looking more terribly than his current age suggested, had recovered and did nothing but wait. He had plenty of training with that. Clam had still fainted, and Kennedy decided to wait on and hope Clam would wake up. He wasn't too sure about Mac. I should've saved him… when I had the chance… damn it…

For the first time, Kennedy felt like he was going to cry, staring at the lifeless sack of true human flesh in Frankie's arms. That was, until they finally heard a weak cough come out of Mac's mouth, like he'd been trying to say something.

"M-Mac!?" Frankie groaned in helpless tone—she didn't know what to do. "What is it!?"

Mac popped his eyes open, which brought about a wonderful new relief to everyone in that little party, including Mr. Hovis.

"D-did we win?" was the very first thing he asked.

Frankie couldn't stop the tears from falling and grinned. "Oh, yeah, we did it Mac! We put that gun-slinging jackass in his place!"

"That's… good…" Mac choked, before blacking out from them.

"I-Is he…?" Kennedy wasn't ready to say dead. But Frankie shook her head to dispel any crazy thoughts the green-haired hero was probably having.

"He just… passed out. He'll be fine. Let's keep going."

(Scene Change; Source)

Kumagarox didn't bother looking into the mirror in the dark opening any longer. He wasn't the least bit outraged, nor was he upset at the loss of such a dispensible pawn like Wani, who despite being Number 2, was as unreliable, lazy, and traitorous as that pitiful being he once dared to call a fellow freak Hayuchi. In a sense, Kennedy and his little company were doing him the favor of cleaning up just one messy end; that's all it was. But now, here at the source of Darkness everlasting at the end of the world and possibly all worlds and the entire universe, only a pure hour's time away from the completion of Kingdom Hearts—their Kingdom Hearts, there was still one unfinished piece of business that the brown bear had been inadequately trying to settle in such a delicate manner. He turned to Alcibiade standing in the shade of darkness. Wani's death was all but forgotten.

"Kingdom Hearts is feasting now. Roosting. Growing stronger with every precious second a Heart is gained. Very soon we'll be complete… but we have a problem. It's high time… Kitsune disappeared."

The lion said nothing, waiting on his superior's orders like a trained hound.

"Take care of it now, Alcibiade."

NC: Remains, Part 2

A.W.T.: "Burning Nexus"

A/N: Yeah. I got this finished easy… due to unforeseen circumstances, of course. I've got like, 3 rediculously BIG College projects that need A LOT of doing, and I'm just procrastinating… and that's not good. I'll get right on it, and then what happens next in this story is both up to me in terms of writing, and you in terms of imagination. One of the courses I'm taking next year will be College Writing, but I don't know what that has to do with anything. To get to the point, once again, I'll be busy. So, peace out, "Fanfictionies". Laterz.