— What the hell of a fuck are you doing, Cable?
Han Solo said, as they were attacked by a beast coming from under the lake Paonga of planet Naboo, where the city of Otoh Gunga and mostly its citzens lives. Cable took a gun bigger than his and began to shoot at the lake creature, bigger than his own gun. He could breathe while underwater, because of his psychic powers creating a barrier that made him dry as if he wore submerging clothes; yet, he needed to be careful, because same powers also handled the virus overtaking his arm like a stell allow over an infrastructure. Nobody know what would happen if the virus overcame his body, not even Cable had the time to think about it, he just wanted to goddamn live. While Cable began to shoot like crazy, even opening his mouth like his own gun did, Chewbacca stood on Solo's side, as they were told by same Cable to press the emergency button to make the ship evade further from the beast to the city's gates. And to think Obi Wan just ignored it, but Cable was mad, pissed off because he needed to find the Hamon user lving on that city, or so the scanner of his ship, who works like an ant leaving it's scent for the others to find the colony, and the ant was there, on Otoh Gunga's boundaries, hiding the secret of the Ripple.
Inside Otoh Gunga, the party of three finally took a breath of fresh air instead of the locked air inside the ship. A civilian came to shake its fat cheeks, pretty disgusting, so does the customs of any being from any galaxy. Cable lead Solo and Chewie, who only followed of his into the city. An underwater paradise? Not that of a place to make a visit, but history needs to be told from the perspective of the fallen, so told Cable, coming from the age of Apocalypse, same tyrant who inserted that virus within his. Looking at that arm, and to think same could kill himself, same arm could had been used to kill, yet Cable couldn't. He may be powerful, so does that arm, and the capacity it has to kill his like a hundred of heart attacks. Nobody could tell how much painful was for Cable to bare it, like a child who doesn't tell anything, no matter the size of the wound left.
The trace of the being with the Ripple technique increased within the portable scanner found inside Cable's mechanic retina. His left eye was taken by same virus, almost half of his head. Near Otoh Gunga's wall, lied a figure besides the mayor, the overlord, whatever he was besides the leader of this place; they didn't had time to deduce bullshit. Near the figure, some children, maybe belonging to his in blood or any liquid that flows in his system of alien veins, were there, acting as children. It was Jar Jar Binks! What!? And to think he was once annoying as C-3PO, but even that robot, nobody else had won a war as if it was a child's game, thought Solo, and then he said:
— Jar Jar Binks!? Weren't you a bit older?
— It's the Ripple, It's waves made possible for me to rejuvenate 20 years.
Jar Jar said. When not working on Senate, as Cable and others followed him to his home, he went there, his homeland were he was once despised, not only here but this place was the beginning of his life, and the rebirth of his reputation. His speciment were the ones who first discovered Sendo, also know as the Ripple, or Hamom; they were the same who took a flight to other planets, just so to share of the technique knew only by a secret society of Otoh Gunganians, know as well by Gungans in short, or whatever is their name besides 'pitiful'. Jar Jar's wife even brought some tea for them, made of cinnamom and tar. Only Cable to digest it, as much as he ate a pack of cigarettes to store them on his stomach. The Ripple was once used to fight against the creatures of darkness, but the Force was knew by both sides, and taught by people know as Jedi and anyone else as well. Solo even knew a bit of the Force, seeing that he just took off that cup of tea without his hands to a window nearby his. He didn't used it that much, since he and Chewie prefer guns instead, althought a bit of the Force could had been useful when fighting against Luke Skywalker, now another vampire created by the Stone Mask.
The Gungans fought against the Aztec leader who became a vampire long ago, before the spanish conquerors invaded same place, so did the diseases they carried on within themselves. With the Stone Mask gone, threw into the space, some of the Gungans thought it was over, while the others belonging to same group were divided: While a group of Gungans returned to this planet, the others
have taught the Ripple to some people who accepted of them. Some time error occured with the time machine they had been using to return to the planet Naboo, millions of light years away from the Earth, resulting in some of the Gungans traveling throught time, by creating a rift in the Cyberspace, a forbidden matter by the old Senate, who knew about its existence. The Gungans traveled throught the time and died on same Earth, while some humans learned the Ripple because of a matter of luck, still unknown, or so appointed a research made by a member of the Senate, who wears of a black cloak to hid his awful face, or so that was his, or her excuse. Maybe it was him who taught the Ripple, Solo said, because this story was awfully incoherent, and stupid.
The Big Bang was stupid. Cable heard it on his own mind, explaining to himself that the explosions that came afterwards only resulted in destruction, but since materia can't be destroyed, and the Big Bang supposedly happened, he only thought of this statement, since he needed to improve the same. This doesn't make any sense as further as we know, because of the fear of the Unknown. When the first man discovered the fire, he tried to touch it and when he got burned, the man didn't understood the why of the pain. That same left arm is what is causing of my pain, thought Cable, but it wasn't his arm and only. The things that he had been doing, the things he left to do... Some organization by the name of X-Force came to his mind, so did pictures of persons by the name of Feral, Domino, Shatterstar and others. How come I know them, if I did came from the future? Cable surely did came from the future, being the son of Jean Grey and Scott Summers, but that wasn't the real Jean, since she died when the Phoenix overcame her body, the other Jeans who came afterwards were only clones...
What if he was a clone? W-what? Why am I thinking of these things, thinking of myself? Why this sudden thought, if the Ripple is needed to destroy for once the Stone mask? The Mask... did it ever had done something for Cable to care about? Of course it did, like the many painful centures who lasted over Earth. Solo and Chewie were almost taken by someone victim, or an experiment of the Mask. That thing needs to be destroyed for god, and nobody had to know about it, not even Cable, ready to be taken by the virus within his arm at any moment. Not now... this ain't a good death. To be forgotten is worse than death, and so Cable somehow heard someone saying this same thing, somewhere far away from his. He wasn't the only one with the possibility to utter of that statement as an only being in angst. Cable as well also took a ride inside the Cyberspace to went here, now, talking with Jar Jar, trying to make ammends with his as another ally.
— So... how should we call this group by?
— Well, let's call ourselves by... X-FORCE!
And so Solo, Chewie, Cable and Jar Jar, the last not without hugging his children and wife, went inside Cable's airship, with the mission to destroy the Stone Mask for once! And Luke as well, said Solo, because he wasn't no more Luke, no more since the revelation that his father was Anakin Skywalker, the Darth know as Vader. Luke became a Sith, and now a vampire... with the Force majeure than my own, thought Solo, again recalling what was once his friend, same one whom he once guided throught the universe to save many lifes against the Death Star, deactivate for once, nowhere to be found, same for Luke's soul. And then, Cable took his Awesome Mix Vol.3 tape, as inside the ship a Beach Boys song by the name of 'Heroes and Villains' played as they headed somewhere, to find the Stone Mask, or any hints avaliable for its location.
Sora decided to look at the palm belonging to Neku, where the timer was once set. Still had been set, and running as well. Neku explains to Sora about 'The Reaper's Game', a game where each player has a timer on their palms, indicating the time remaining before their deaths. That was the first think Sora knew about the game. Sora looked at his own palm. It was empty, besides the veins running down his arm. Only Neku seems to be a player of same game, but not the only one. I was born in the Destiny Islands. When my parents died, uncle Cloud were the one who took care of us. Sure, he was a traveller by nature, but as soon as he wasn't involved in any of his ventures, he would visit us... Hah! can you eat a burning popcorn, Sora!?... Riku said it once. My tongue burned that day as if it touched the sun itself... You got saved by a girl again, Sora! Your dick is so small that even a pinch can't grab it! Come on, Sora! You can't cry like that!... All I could do is cry. Cloud still hadn't arrived home. Later, I would understand that every woman, no matter if it's a child or a granny, is the same. Why they hell this thought came into my mind, Sora thought about the thought he had a few seconds ago. Something wasn't right...
Maybe it's the coffee. So warm, alike the embrace of a father... did I ever had one? Sora wondered about it, so he did the same when asked about if he had a mother. Kairi had a grandma, but no sign of a mother. Same for Riku. I should stop looking at those posters, thought Sora, eating a croissant, while Neku was enjoying some lamen covered by a bittersweet sauce. He was listening to his headphones, his favorite band being a kind of Orbital that Sora never heard about before. Drive boy dive boy dirty numb angel boy... Neku said, listening to another song, until he yelled, not because of the song's lyrics, but because he went frightned. A sort of 'what the hell!' came from his mind to the mouth, dirtied of the sauce taken with an only slurp of the tongue. Yet, Neku was scared, and as soon as Sora came over his same side of the table, they both saw it. Neku's timer went out, before those numbers happened to be all in zeros. He was afraid that he was already dead, but he wasn't. What happened? Sora and his didn't knew.
Neku isn't dead, and as soon as Sora looked at the other side of the street, everything began to turn grey. The Reaper's game was over, somehow, and someone won it. No, it can't be... dressed in black robes, a black cloak remnant of those who belonged to the Organization XIII. How did they followed me to here? Sora said, as soon as the figure stood quiet, like a statue, erect like the keyblade summoned by Sora. Instead of a keyblade, notihng came from that man's hands. And so everything began to gain its colors... This wasn't meant to happen because nobody had ever won the Reaper's game, Neku tried to say, but he couldn't, shocked like that. He didn't even explained to Sora how exactly the game worked, and did he still had the need to say it so, with the 'winner' appearing in front of they? The passing strangers kept walking further in the crosswalk, as only Sora and the man hid by that black cloak stood in front of the honking cars, in the middle of the avenune. It was like watching a scene from Perfect Blue!
— Sora... you can't play this game. You can't do this.
— What?
— The Reaper's Game... It is over.
— Who are you? Why did you had done this?
— One question at time, my friend...
Friend? As soon as Sora made this question inside his mind, the figure began to reveal its face. It was... Riku? He was blind, yet he knew the truth. He seemed older, with a long gray hair, alike he did back on Kingdom Hearts II. Before revealing himself to be Riku, Sora deemed that figure to be a member of the Organization XIII, but then he remembered that Riku was once there, disguised as Ansem with the darkness within his making such possible to happen. It happened again... Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness is Riku disguised as such. He won the Reaper's game, presumably. Why he did it so? Sora wondered, with so many questions filling in his mind that he seemed unstable with the weight of them over his. So simple it was, now it became complicated to seek answers, as easy as it is to give a lie. Riku came near Sora, putting his hand above his shoulder, as if he was now able to hear far more than Sora's voice spoken out of his mouth, but the inner ripples of his soul as well.
A bit slender Riku became; part of his disguise, but it wasn't. He grown up, taller like Ansem was. Sora was happy that Riku was back, since that night he had gotten struck with the arrow. A night that happened a year ago... what? Sora asked. I stood in that room for one year? Neku even brought some flowers to his, so did Riku, who have made his mind think that only a month had passed, only to shorten his pain of being unable to rescue Sora. Neku was so occupied with the Reaper's game stuff that only a week had passed for his, and yet, he was still unable to tell more about that game, because Riku won it, somehow. He didn't wanted Sora to know how he did, not only being interrupted by sips of a cold tea. He was going to pay the bill, at least.
— And what about Kairi? Where is she?
— Sora... it seems that we are in another world. The worlds of before were just a small piece of a jigsaw once taken anew to another place. Remember when we had to travel thorught another worlds with a spaceship made by the Chip and Dale brothers? Now that is no more possible, not only because they are currently deciding which one should date Gadget Hackwrench, but because all the words we had ever been... became one. For some reason, some worlds belonging to the past, like the Timeless River, just became a motion picture, or a memory within the majority of the people, like wars do. As about Kairi, I had tried to enter in contact with her. She is somewhere on a place by the name of United States, on Mickey's Castle, awaiting for you.
— And Donald? Goofy?
— I don't know what happened. Their roles had been reverted to how they were been as before. We may not understand why, but here, on this Earth, this time, Donald is a sailor, while Goofy, as far as I know, came to Japan as an investigative journalist. He told me that he was making a report about a murder that happened here and...
The devil... Riku heard this word inside his head, before he felt an headache. So did Sora, and the many things that went happening on the instant he found himself here, on Shibuya/Morioh, Japan, Earth? Why didn't his head exploded already, instead of keeping the aching all to the heart of his? Sora was beginning to understand, and not as well. Once again, Riku became blind, for real this time. He showed to Sora the wounds left by the attempt of his to fled from the arrow, though it wasn't the same's tip who left those scars around his eyes. It was a Stand user... what? Sora asked, not knowing the meaning of what Riku said to his. Everything went happening so fast, like that car... The CAR! Sora saw it, a '59 Cadillac, same one who ram over his, barely because Sora felt himself passing throught the car, as if that thing was made of water and he was drowning on those blue layers. Suddenly, as the car went away, Oi, Josuke! said a school student, carrying on of books awaiting to be put below the shelves wearing purple outfits like they do. The guy by the name of Josuke had Sora's hair!? My gosh! Everytihng is happening in a row!
— You bastard! Nobody copies my hairstyle without my permission!
Throwing his books away from his hand, same one pointing with tne index to the boy, so did both of his eyes and the sight of an eagle, Josuke began to yell 'DORARARA' like a retard, and for some reason, Sora's cheeks went swollen, and he was flying on thin air! What is happening here? Sora thought, no, he didn't had time for such thing, only when he went to a wall on another side of the street. Okuyasu, the student who went followed of Josuke tried to stop the same, but he was so pissed off that he didn't cared an ounce for that bald teenager with a ponytail on his back, and he also shared of an 'X' scratch on his head. Sora had far more scratches on his own, an ancient alphabet. Like a fist... Sora felt something on his cheeks, red due of the blood. Instead of his keyblade, Riku had a katana like blade, whom Neku referred by Masamune as soon as he came floating towards Sora. Was that some kind of psychic power coming from that student? He thought, because he couldn't do anything else. His bones were broken again, alike they did when that car ram over his. And once again, his life was being save by Riku, blind as a bat.
Blind, but well skilled when it comes to blades. Some sort of invisible force punched me, Sora had no doubt. He couldn't see it, as much as Riku couldn't see anything, but he knew that same force could be slashed by his sword. Josuke went cut by that blade, even thought he was five meters away, on the another side of the crosswalk. No! Josuke! Okuyasu pretended to fled, but not before he took Josuke, their books, and with a smirk, they dissapeared on thin air, no without leaving a trace of a book with a hollow space, as if it was eaten, or taken with where those students may had fled. Wait, Okuyasu! A Joestar doesn't give up from the fight... and then, Josuke appeared behind Riku, choking his without even lifting his hands. The people just fled from there as soon as a building collapsed, with a hollow cavity on it, as if that was made by the hands of someone, or something. While choking Riku, Josuke took the Math's book that had gotten damaged, and so he holded that book, touching it with the same invisible hands that went choking Riku before to restore the book as a whole? What is happening, Sora screamed, quietly as the rain who appeared, increasing it's noise, so did Neku as well, prepared to fight.
Sora didn't saw it clearly, but a bird with its peck came to hold of Riku's Masamune. Neku saw it clearly, and told it to Sora, who didn't believed in this kind of bullshit, but he had nothing else to believe into... And so Riku jumped, kicking Josuke, who was laying in the middle of the avenue, studying for his test. Okuyasu appeared beneath the shadows of an alley to pull Neku and Sora there, inside a garbage can, slowly being taken away from their sight by hollow spaces made on its sides. When Sora's finger got cut, even his blood vanished. Neku's psychic barrier as well. They both heard Riku's multiple slashes throught some's flesh, while Okuyasu was breathing harshly, tired of doing this shit, or putting people in the same.
— Why did you had to copy his haircut? Josuke is so mad as much as I am!
— If Josuke is mad because of his hair being the same as Sora, then why are you fighting against us?
— I... I don't know. I thought it would be fun. No, that isn't the deal... look, I just wanted to fight you because I am at Josuke's side. He is my friend, and you are his enemies. Well, poeple with haircuts like yours used to be. Also... why didn't you two had shown of your Stands yet?
— Stands? What are you talking about?
— What? You two aren't Stand Users like your friend there?
— Riku...
Okuyasu gently gave his apologies, saying that he, as much as Josuke, are confused, upset of an event that happened days prior. It's a personal matter, but it shouldn't be. Nobody would believe that a kid, friend of their, was murdered by someone who exploded him like a bomb. Josuke couldn't, can't heal his own wounds within the time he can with people other than his, who were still alive. How much he wished to have the power to ressurect the dead before they turned into crumbles right throught his eyes. Koichi... he whispered, but Riku heard his. And felt Josuke's words as well. His hatred towards Sora was unnintentional, so did the fight of both. Okuyasu took them out of that same avenue with his power of erasing space, that allowed them all to fled from there, and any authority. Without space, going somewhere else without the need of feeling tired of the legs was an easy task. Same for the guy inside the car, now a Stand as well, whatever that may be. Sora got healed by Josuke's own, as he slowly began to regenerate himself. The battle was over, but it never had the need to happen, only because of an upset student wearing guilt, and that hair... why did this Josuke shared of Sora's hair?