Author's Note: Now that I played COM and Days, hope my story gets a lot better! ;) I luv KH and Jojo soo muuuch!

Author's Note 2: None of the characters are mine, 'kayyyyy?

Author's Note 3: The following notes from before are sarcastic parodies of common author's notes. I suppose you don't bother about them (like, you never bothered reading Roxas Diary anyway..)

On the middle of nowhere, an once spaceship of the Empire rests on it's scattered debris. A former figure approaches next to them, wearing a space suit. After analyzing a debris, he presses a button on the suit's chest, making a red hologram appear in his front. On the other line, an old man's voice could be heard. His face were hidden by a large cloth.

"...bzzzz...bbb-X-Xigbar... I-Is that you...bzzz...?"

"Yes, Xigbar speaking. Wait a second, I'll restabilish the connection..."

"...bzz-W-What is your report?"

"Everything and everyone turned into dust. There are some pieces that blew away but yet they are useless.

"So... Everyone perished?"

"No human being could survive it, Boss."

"Luke... What a tepid."

"They all perished... Well, except for the handsome guy and his pet."

"What? Who are they you're referring with such contempt?"

"I'm talking about Han Solo and his Chewbacca. They escaped, Boss."

"Unbeliavable! To think such immeasurable incompetence could lead those vermins escape..."

"But the No Name... It has been already retrieved for the High Council."

"That giant glowing key.. I'll see it for myself. Is it supposed to open a door or what?"

"Maybe... You'll see for yourself it's attributes. You won't be dissapointed, Boss. I'm sure of it."

"The key may be ours, but what about our 'past deal'?"

"First, the key... Then, this cloak of mine."

"Bravo, Xigbar. You never dissapointed us, unlike Luke. To think his father died to secure his darkness to his son... Well, since you came to us, he has been improving his skills."

"Heh. Don't mention it."

You certainly don't look like a sith, Xigbar. It's as if someone more evil than yours were hidden inside the flesh of another."

"That's certainly unthinkable. To think I am some kind of shapeshifter. I am what I am, Boss, so don't worry."

"Excellent. It seems it's time for you to show the key's attributes, so return as soon as possible."

"..."

"What is it, Xigbar? Didn't you heard me?"

"Boss... I found something of your interest..."

"Really? What is it?"

"Luke..."

"What? Luke? I don't mind him... W-W-What? How did he survived the explosion?"

"I don't think so, Boss. No one could survive that."

"Then what does it mean? You found Luke, or what?"

"His body... I found Luke's body."

"How could his body be found? Didn't you said no human being could survive that?"

"Well, Boss... I don't think Luke is a human being..."

"Then, who might Luke, as a being, be right now?"

"This... We'll know... I shall explain that later to all members of the Council."

"Fine. Take that body with yours, Xigbar. We might ressurect it's DNA by extracting his remaining stem cells."

Xigbar leaves to inside his personal spaceship, carrying Luke's corpse within him.

"(Luke of the House Skywalker... To live... Or to die... Hmm... Hehehehehe... I've been waiting for this moment. The moment I, Xigbar, shall make my revenge...)"

Aboard an unknown spaceship, Han Solo, Chewbacca and an unknown man called Nathan Summers, adressed as Cable, are flying to nowhere into the space vastness. With the auto-pilot activated, Solo, followed by Chewbacca, engages on a talk with Cable.

"Cable, huh? I guess I own you mine and Chewie's life for now..."

"It was part of my mission, after all."

"I wonder what happened to Luke..."

"Luke... You mean that vampire? Before he could suck your and your friend's blood, I shoot him with my weapon."

"Your weapon-"

Before Solo could even blink both his eyes, Cable stood up as he were about to materialize his weapon in front of Solo.

"Viper Beam. He never failed with me."

That weapon seemed rather odd to Solo. At first sight, it seemed like a platinum cannon with a futuristic design, ahead of even Solo's own time. Cable couldn't even handle it with one hand, meaning that heavy object is meant to be carried by both hands, like a medieval sword. Solo never saw something like that weapon before, even knowing he saw so many planets and witnessed such a technological advance never seem before. His whereabouts about the Viper Beam bothered him for a while.

"This technology... I've never seem such a thing before. Have you ever seem such a thing before, Chewie?"

"Wuah!"

"Yeah, me either. Cable?"

"..."

Cable stood still, as silence stood upon his thoughts. But his mind echoes countered the silence, and by the locomotion of a synapse, Cable ergues from the chair he was sitting and opened his lips to Solo.

"... I'm on a mission, Solo. "

The silence from before sprouted the seeds of doubt inside Solo's mind. His whereabouts increased, now regarding Cable's presence on his time.

"Mission? Was you supposed to blow away that Empire Spaceship with us inside?"

"That spaceship was supposed to be blown apart, but you were supposed to be dead even before it happened

"So you saved us before we died..."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Cable faced Solo on it's eyes. He was then prepared to answer him.

"To be frank, tampering with past facts without permission is illegal from where I came. But I had to do it in order to secure the future for us."

"The future? So, you've came from a place far from this time, right? You're from the future..."

"Yes. You may say I came from the future, but in the place where I came, there's no future left."

"No future left? Is that related to your mission?"

"Yes. Me and my assistant came back to this time to resolve some outstanding matters."

"And where's that assistant?"

"We lost contact after we came into different paths, but I know she can lead things on her own."

"So you pretend to change the future by altering some aspects from this time that are related to what will happen? We were supposed to die and you changed this fact in order to change the future?"

"Not only the future, Solo. It's a matter of ages that will be changed in order to secure the future for us."

After talking with Cable, Solo thought to himself.

"(Luke turning into a vampire... I didn't expect it to happen. Not even Chewie. Besides Luke being a vampire, I didn't expected to be saved by Cable guy either. Everything that happened since them... It was so random, like throwing apples into a river to see them flow into the water stream while some fishes try to eat them. As if it doesn't makes any logical sense, it's still too much for me to handle, but I know I need to follow it on a linear path, or I'll might get lost easily.)"

"..."

"(The dark side of Force swallowed Luke as a sea of despair swallows it's victims. On our last battle, me and Leia and Chewie... We destroyed the 2nd Death Star and Luke, his father and the Emperor for good. At least, that's what I thought. I knew since that fateful day Luke became evil, like his father... But a vampire? I don't understand... What in the hell happened?)"

"..."

"(Before me and Chewie could fight him, Luke tried to suck our blood. A vampire is immortal as soon as he continue to suck the blood of living beings. That's what legends had told us, but we didn't believed in it. To become a vampire...I wonder if those tales told by the old... I wonder if they became true.)"

"..."

"(As I recall, any person becomes a vampire if a vampire let's his body fluids enter inside that person. Both of us would become vampires as well, or something even worse... Luke's minions. A zombie is a pal of a vampire. As long as a zombie keeps eating living people, his rotten body won't perish. Wait... This means Luke were no ordinary vampire. I've never read anything about a vampire that turns other people into zombies. I didn't notice a bite mark on his neck either. So Luke became a vampire, hypothetically on another way. A plenty bizarre way to a human turn into a vampire... I don't know.)"

"...It seems that the mask has awoke once again from it's deep slumber."

"What? The mask? What are you talking about?"

"Solo, there's another way an individual can become a vampire, without conventional methods as told in the legend. Let me tell you a story..."

Solo and Chewie were all ears to the story Cable was about to tell them.

"From the planet where I came, the Earth of the 616th dimension, in a long, long time ago... The egyptians, knew for their vast mathematical intellect; The greeks, who presented us the wonderful world of mythical beasts and a new way of thinking; The persians, rulers of the Middle East; Those were all kinds of human civilizations you could find interesting. However, in the Central America, between the 12th and 16th Century of our time, a powerful empire once existed. They were the Aztecs, the people of Sun. Their culture was defined by brutal sacrifices for their Gods. The blood of the sacrificed ones were usually later used to irrigate their plantations, but, among those Aztecs, there existed a tribe that attempted to take over the world since them by using this once mentioned aspect of the Aztec culture in a context to unleash the powers concealed by the Stone Mask. To awaken the Stone Mask, a specific ritual was performed. Once the blood of a young maiden filled the cracks in this stone mask, the mask came alive. After numerous sharp bones pierces throught it's skull, then, eternal life would be granted to him, as well the power to dominate inferior beings. None of the members of that tribe knew, but hat mask had the power of awakening a certain area of the human brain, supposedly related to it's humanity. The bones I've mentioned before were ejected as once the mask were filled with blood. They supposedly pierced in that specific area, and so, the person whose brain were pierced - if he survived, since it was common for some of those chosen to die on several attempts - were choosed as the main ruler, since he had the ability of dominate inferior beings by demonstrating the ability of supplying his non-human body with living being energies. It was to live or to die under such a 'divine' ruler. But somehow, this tribe dissapeared, even before the remaining Aztecs were killed by the spanish conquerors and the diseases spreaded by them. No one knows why, but it's somehow related to the cause & effect of the Stone Mask and the secret it holds..."

"Now I wonder if what you said made any sense. It's still something random."

"Well, didn't your God created all things simply by pure random?"

"For me, God is dead since we killed them. There are still people who believe in such a thing as God, but now that we got spaceships and galaxies, who else has time to believe in such a thing?"

"That's exactly what I thought. Nothing changed since them."

"What do you mean with 'nothing changed'?"

"Everything is meant to happen again. Like an Ouroboros that eats it's own tail, an infinite is nothing but an eternal recurrence. What you said before was said, or should I say, will be said in a near future once again. 'God is dead. We killed him.' That has already been said, and it will be said once again. From where I came, people stop caring about the future, since God was already dead at their hands. Just like you people, we reached the last of progress, our life expectation has risen up to 150 years thanks to genetic engineering. Over 450 channels on television were avaliable, it was all a marvelous world... For those alienated by the media, whose phrase 'Television is reality, therefore reality is less than television' became an unstoppable fact. As a few of those ignorant ones once turned their eyes for beyond the video arena, they started to believe not all benefits were for everyone. People were still dying of starvation. Their rights weren't respected, as if they were no human beings, but creatures that instead of living, they were surviving. I said, survived, until their entire continent were sacrificed in order to maintain the benefits of the New and Old World. Now, only machines and factories prevailed on those lands. As if everything since them has already been worse than before, the new phrase 'When a God dies, at the hands of those he created, another being rises to become it' became an even more unstoppable fact."

"?"

"I know it better than yours, Solo. See my mechanical arm? Before he took this arm of mine with his transhuman disease, he's the one who came to reduce everything to nothing. The conflict between light and darkness meant nothing for him. His name was the end of the things, the end of everything since it began... The omega of our times, The unlegit one... Apocalypse. A tyrannical ancient mutant, back from the times human civilizations were being developed. Abandoned by it's unknown parents, he grew between humans and learned who to like and who to hate, who to protect and who to kill, to live for and to die for. But now, nothing that he learned meant exactly the same: Nothing. Just like your people who reached the maximum of everything and decided to believe such nothing could be restore everything to it's relevant something."

"So, all you were saying is that we live in repetition? (Tyrannical rulers are such a thing nowadays than they were before, I know...)"

"Exactly. This mask, once it made it's victims evolute into beings superior than humans, it will do the same over and over again..."

"...Unless it's destroyed, right?"

"It has already been destroyed, but this doesn't prevents that someone, who had acess to it's secret, could manufacturate more of them."

"But... This can't be. Who's this someone?"

"This, we'll known once again."

"Once again?"

"Didn't I said things that once happened before will happen again. So we happen to knew once who made this mask, but that's a small percentage of the probability of hundreds of us to known who made the stone mask."

"What? Probability of what? A hundred of us already knew who made it?"

"..."

"(He ignored me.)"

"...However, even if the mask has been reconstructed once again, and even if we already knew who did it so, this fact - the mask who has been ressurected - doesn't nullifies the probability of a fact that counters the pre-estabilished fact from before. What do I mean is not even all red color variants are, indeed, red, but they share the same attributes. Ergo, the probability of the existence of the other side of coin applies to the reconstructed mask as well it applied to the original mask."

"The other side of coin?"

"Everything has it's other side. If there's light, then there's darkness. If there's a Heaven, then mightly there's a Hell. Dualism, that's the correct term. The mask turns anything alive into beings of darkness, so the probability of a device that uses the living force as a property to counter the powers of the mask is expected to be true. And, as the stone mask needs the blood of the living to be activated, this counter device is also related to blood, but instead, this blood belongs to the device itself."

"Interesting. So the one who counters the mask... Is a living being, right?"

"Exactly. The probability is high, and it's logically precise."

"And how much can we guess that it indeed exist?"

"It needs to exist. Everything that exists has the probability of a juxtaposted object to exist."

"But if a living being can counter the mask, then everyone could counter the mask. Also, we don't even have a clear vision of what might be that kind of device. If it's an object or not, I can't decide based on my conjectures."

"Everything is an object, but they can be both material or immaterial."

"So what's the probability of this object being an immaterial device? Because, for me, it does makes sense if the device we're searching for is an immaterial one."

"Probability depends of the situation. Suppose you're about to play Soccer. Just for curiosity, games involving balls were played by pre-colombian americans. The Aztecs had a game called ōllamalitzli, but I think this fact alone is irrelevant to this measure, so if you want to learn more about the aztecs, I'll send you a digitalized copy of their Codex Mendoza. Right, suppose that you and Chewie were about to play Soccer. 22 players, 11 for you and 11 for Chewie. A coin, with both sides - Heads and Tails - not addicted so the value of 50% remains equal, is about to be flipped, to decide whether you or Chewie is going to be the first to kick the ball."

"But the probability for a coin flip either Heads or Tails is 50%, right?"

"Yes. But now, suppose that, unexpectedly, one side of the coin has been addicted. Suppose that the coin given has 3 more chances to drop Tails than Heads. The one who addicted the coin first is surely the one with the highest chance of winning, unless his cheating benefits both sides. Who's lucky? Who's the misfortuned one? Only the Reality can tell you."

"Reality?"

"The reality that resides beyond what you can see, what you can feel. Everything has already been premedited, by Fate. He is the one who drive us to a certain reality."

"Uh-huh... Reality. Sure... (the more we talk, the less it makes sense. My brain is filling with headaches now...)"

"See my logic now, Solo? For each time a coin flip drops Heads, there must be a time where it drops Tails. Ergo, if there's a device of darkness as nefarious as this mask that turns even the most ordinary of the men into a vampire, then only a pure device of light is presumed to counter it's effect. If the probability of countering it's effect is low, it doesn't matter, Solo. No matter how much both good and evil side are lucky, probability is nullified by Fate. No one can control or addict Fate so the coin can and always drops Tails over Heads. If you're about to die, but you're lucky, fine them, but if Fate already dicted that, under any circumstances you'll die, then you'll die, no matter how lucky or how powerful are you. Fate, alike a heart, pumps, but no one's in charge of it. You can't control Fate, and that's the nature of a bit we know about it, but to find a way to change it's nature... To always win, no matter what Fate already dicted as result... To overcome Fate itself and dict Reality on it's likelihood... That, for sure, is the evilest thing they could do to accomplish a goal, Solo."

Solo stood quiet for a moment. Then, he were about to ask something for Cable.

"So what were supposed to do? To find the device that counters the mask's effect, or wait relentlessly for a chance to attack..."

"..."

"Cable?"

Cable stood quiet. Instead of answering Solo, he decided to go next to the ship's panel, to press a button to deactivate the auto-pilot.

Auto-pilot deactivated. Returning to Manual pilot's configurations...

After deactivating the auto-pilot, Cable sitted on it's chair, then holded the spaceship's manual steering wheel. He then pressed another button on the ship's panel. That button seemed to had activated the radio antenna from the spaceship. Solo saw it throught a window

"For what is this antenna for, Cable?"

"This antenna recepts the signal from at least 1000 light-years. This trip surely will take a long time, so why don't you enjoy some Earth music?"

"Earth music? Is that your planet's music good?"

"Some are, some aren't. Listen yourself."

Solo then heard a song playing on the spaceship's speakers. A male voice were singing, accompained by a melody that made Solo felt he was on the lunar surface.

"... I Hope my legs don't break...

...Walking on the moon..."

"...Name of the band?"

"The Police."

"'The Police?' What a stupid name, but whatever... It's kinda catcy. Don't you think, Chewie?"

"Wuah! Wuah."

"Hmhm. Yeah, whatever (Way better than any of those jizz-wailers songs...)"

Distracted by the song being played on radio, Solo saw something that caught his eye. On the main spaceship's visor, words frightened him and sent a chill down to his spine.

"( Oh hell no...)"

Tense, Solo sweated and the silence, once quiet and peaceful, became filled by the noise of forceful inhaling and exhaling of his unreliefed lungs, as if he were about to faint, but couldn't. He was supposed to go there, because Fate dicted it. And all he could do was to obey what it were written on it's to be completed pages.

Destination: Otoh Gunga - Planet Naboo

To be continued...