Author's Note: Hey! So, chapter! This is happening simultaneously with everything else going on in the other stories. In other news, everyone needs to go see the new KH3D trailer. I'd put a link up, but ff would block it. Erm, I think that's all I have to say, I think.

Enjoy the chapter!

"You should have read the fine print."

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To be completely honest, she was beginning to hate sunshine.

Though, that might just be because her hatred for water had increased to such an extent, that she needed to come up with a better word than 'hate' or 'loathe' or 'revulsion' or 'abhor.' (She had used all of those at least once at some point.)

Of course, this was all Axel's fault. He was the one who had sent her here. The logical part of her brain told her that this was most likely because she had stabbed him in the gut with her knives, but the emotional (curse that emotional) side of her didn't really care, she was building up a hatred for him almost stronger than her hate of water and sunshine.

He just had to send her to a world that was nearly all water. She'd found herself on an island that couldn't really be called forsaken, though she almost wished it was. Because, then, she could have something woeful to complain about.

But no, this island had people on it. There was a nice castle and a little town. The king and queen of the place were very nice and caring and all that wonderful sappy stuff. To make it even better (worse), the happy couple was expecting a child.

Larxene was so thrilled she could puke.

She had been here for probably two weeks now. She had spent just about all of her munny supply on food. She hated having to eat again. Being a Nobody meant going for months without having to eat. Most of the time they just ate to make themselves feel an inkling of something. Larxene had been a fan of most sour candies, herself.

Though, now she actually had to worry about food. And aging.

Oh, and the blasted emotions.

However, at the particular moment, the only emotion she was feeling was some variation of hatred or anger.

And she was honestly okay with that.

She crawled (such a lowly word, crawl—yet here she was, doing that exact action) into the little hut that she had made for herself. She was avoiding civilization as much as she could at the moment. They were too happy and asked too many stupid questions. It was like babysitting Roxas all over again. Except, everyone was stupid.

And, suddenly, she cared about the fact that everyone was stupid. She missed not caring. She decided that having a heart and emotions again topped her list of things she hated. Axel came in a close second. Water was third, sunshine was fourth. And not being able to use any of her powers came fifth.

She pulled her hood up over her face in a pitiful attempt to block out the ever-penetrating sunshine. It didn't really work. She growled and buried her face in her lap. The blackness of the cloak all around seemed to help.

She had been trying since before getting booted here to try to use her lightning and summon dark corridors once more. However, all of those attempts had failed.

Now that she was here, she tried even harder. She at least wanted to form a stupid corridor and get out of here. Wherever here was. This dreadfully, horribly, nastily bright place.

She hated it.

It had been a stupid idea to work with Marluxia. He had botched their chances of getting into Castle Oblivion. He had made her look like a fool in front of Axel and had therefore gotten them both sentenced to who knows where. The one bright side to this, was that she didn't have to deal with his stupid face right now. For Marluxia was somewhere else, thankfully.

She hoped he was hating wherever it was that he was just as much as she was hating this place. It would serve him right, after everything he had put them both through. He hadn't followed through with his plans from the beginning.

As soon as she got off this sunshine world, she would rally a new army and take over that way. Or something like that.

Perhaps she was thinking about this wrong. Perhaps she needed to get revenge on the stupid Keyblade brat. It was, really, all of his fault. Him and that stupid memory witch. What if she were to formulate a plan to seek revenge on Sora, Namine… oh, what the hey, how about that whole little group?

She'd need some help. She couldn't do all the dirty work herself, it allowed too much room for herself to get injured. Maybe she'd find Marluxia again and coax him into helping. Surely she could find a way to make it sound appealing to him.

Of course, first she had to find him. Which probably meant that she had to get off this place first. Which would be a lot easier if she could form dark corridors.

She concentrated for a moment and put her hand out in front of her, trying to form something, anything.

Nothing. As usual.

She groaned and flopped back down on the sand. Ah, that was another thing to add to her list of hated things. It would go right at number 6 for the moment.

She decided that, for the moment, she would just sleep. So long as she was here, she might as well just become nocturnal with the amount of annoyance the sun was giving her.

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When she woke up again, it was because she was hungry. Being hungry very quickly made it to number 6 on the list, pushing sand down one. She was out of food. It was also dark out, so the chances of any shop being open for business at the moment were very slim. She should have gone and gotten more food before falling asleep. But the stupid sun was just killing her.

This world was slowly killing her. She needed to find a way off, now.

She picked herself up and made her way down to the ocean's edge. She made sure to stay just above the tide. She did hate water, after all.

She could see a broken reflection of herself in the waves. Clear complexion, fierce green eyes, angular features, a permanent sneer. She growled and stomped her boot down into the water to erase the reflection. She didn't want to see it.

"I just want to be anywhere but here," she cried.

"Perhaps I can help with that," came a slippery voice from the ocean.

"Who's there?" she demanded.

The water gurgled and Larxene found herself face-to-face with a very ugly-looking sea-witch. She was green with white hair. She also had tentacles like an octopus. Larxene wasn't grossed out or anything, but she certainly was judging the woman. She particularly was wary of the tone of voice the newcomer was using. She, herself, used that tone many times. More often than not, it was when she was trying to work something to her benefit, not someone else's.

"How are you going to be able to help me?" she spat. "You couldn't even fathom where I came from. Nor where I'm planning on going from here."

"I can't?" the sea-witch asked, placing the tips of her fingers together in a very thoughtful manner.

"No, you can't," Larxene sneered. "So don't even try."

"So you do not want my help?"

"Not unless you can get me to another world; no, I don't want your help."

"Another world?"

"In your dreams, Tentacles."

"I see no need for name-calling!"

"You haven't offered me an alternative, so I'll call you what I want."

"I am Morgana, the rightful queen of this sea. And you are?"

"The Savage Nymph. I shouldn't be here."

"What do you require?"

"The ability to form a dark corridor. Or one of those stupid little teleportation things; Gummi shards? Star blocks?"

"Well, I haven't the slightest clue what those last two are. However, if you are looking for an ability that requires darkness, I think I can give you a bottle of that. I would think that if you drank it, you would be able to do something with its dark powers."

Larxene raised an eyebrow. "And what would you have me do in return? These things always have a catch."

"Smart one, aren't you my dear?"

"Watch who you are calling 'dear'."

Morgana frowned, then decided not to respond to Larxene's last comment. Instead, she decided to answer her question.

"I merely require the trident; it was stolen from me just like my throne."

"Sounds like quite the sob story," Larxene said, sounding completely not amused. "I don't know anything about any trident. What does it do?"

"Only grants the user immeasurable power."

Larxene's ears perked up at the sound of such power. However, upon a second thought of this whole situation, she thought better of jumping in to try and find this trident thing. Even if it might be able to get her off this world, she wasn't sure how much work would go into trying to achieve it. And, if there was going to be a lot of work involved; the best thing to do was to find someone else to do that work for you.

"Look," she said, looking over at Morgana. "How about I give you some magic replenishers, and you give me that bottle of darkness and we call it even."

Morgana perked up at the word 'magic.'

"Magic replenishers?" she asked. "What do they do?"

"Exactly that. They replenish your magic stock. I can't explain it better than that."

She wanted to add more, but she was afraid that she might make them sound significantly less worth it. If she could get away with a couple of ethers in exchange for something that might not actually work, she wouldn't be that bad off. It wasn't like she needed the ethers anyway. It had been so long since she had actually used magic that she honestly couldn't remember how. She had been using merely her own lightning ever since she'd become a Nobody.

Not that she had her own lightning anymore. Stupid Keyblade brat and his stupid screwed up memories wanting to protect the stupid memory witch.

However, since every single Organization cloak came equipped with two ethers and a potion in the pockets, she figured she could spare the two ethers.

"Let's call it a trade," Morgana said, pulling a bottle out from behind her.

It was purple with a skull-shaped stopper. The liquid inside was a bubbling greenish-black color. Larxene dug in her pocket and pulled out the two blue ethers. She started to hand them to the sea witch, but she was halted.

"Not so fast," Morgana said, pulling out a piece of paper and a quill. "All fair trades must be signed by both parties."

Larxene rolled her eyes and snatched the paper and the quill. She barely glanced over the contract before haphazardly signing her name at the bottom. She handed the paper and quill back, which disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Morgana snatched up the ethers, Larxene snatched up the bottle.

Morgana laughed, Larxene raised her eyebrows.

"You should have read the fine print. Your soul now belongs to me."

Larxene rolled her eyes and pocketed the bottle. "Yeah, and that's why I didn't sign my real name. I mean, it is my name, but I haven't used that name in more years than I'd care to count. So, I don't think it really counts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other places to be."

She turned away in a huff, leaving Morgana there still trying to figure out a loophole to Larxene's loophole.

Larxene walked a significant amount away before uncorking the bottle and downing it in one gulp. It tasted like something that had already been eaten once and then spat back up. Oh, and fish. She didn't like fish.

However, if it worked, she didn't particularly care.

She put her hand out in front of her and tried to form a dark corridor.

Nothing.

She tried again, but this time she went for lightning.

Still nothing.

Anger flared up inside of her. A deep-seated anger and boiled in her blood. Anger at the arrogant Marluxia whose plan to overthrow the Organization was a miserable failure, anger at the train-wreck of memories Sora, anger at the memory witch with a stupid conscience, anger at Axel—who she couldn't even think up a good enough insult to him at the moment, but one would eventually come to her. Anger at being here, anger at the water, the sunshine, the sand. Anger at the fact that she was angry. Anger at…

She growled. The growl turned into a scream of rage.

Darkness reared up inside of her alongside the anger. But instead of shunning it away like most normal people would do, she embraced it. Darkness was power. She wanted power.

She put her arm out in front of her once more. She channeled the darkness. It trailed out of her fingertips, forming a dark corridor. She smirked.

Perhaps the little bottle of nastiness took a bit of time to work. Or, perhaps she had managed this all on her own. She would like to think that it was the second one. She liked the idea of doing this on her own power.

She tried once more to form a bolt of lightning, but nothing came.

"In time," she told herself. "In due time."

She waltzed through the dark corridor and it closed behind her. She had some revenge to concoct. But first she'd need to find Marluxia, and maybe some Dusks that would still listen to her.

The Keyblade Wielder and all of his friends were in for such a world of hurt. They would regret making her feel this pain. She would utilize this new anger and hatred to further fuel her revenge.

She needed a fortress. Someplace where she could work silently behind the scenes while her minions did the rest of the work. If she did this right, Sora would come to her.

And then he would pay.