AN- MORE REVIEWS!!! YEA!!!!! does the funky chicken From: SetsuntaMew Eh, I get confused easily, too, so it's okay. Oh, and I love the chappie, it's really long, which is good! And, just so you know, somewhere towards the end you called Sora "Spora" From: Cold-Blade Where would the world be without spell check? jk. The beach party wasn't worth it. Boo ate everything before I could and then ran off like some 5-year-old. Pathetic Boo coughs. Great chapter. It was pretty entertaining when she tried to heal Riku. Keep writing/editing/whatever. -niki :)

AN- Setsunta, I said spora because it was to show that she was either disinterested or she didn't hear his name right. Not a type-o. ----However you type that. I'm not angry or anything. Thank you for pointing it out. I would like readers to pick out some type-o's or plot fault. Though, I would be too lazy to fix them. So, thank you Setsunta. I like typing lots of pages. Too bad I can't have someone check them for me... looks directly at you with a gleam in her eyes crickets chirp Oh, all right. .... . . . . I just want to say: Ick. Me special. In the Olympic sort of way. And to my other reviewer, Niki- Boo's.. actually, he probably is five years old. Probably more... When did BG come out? Lemme see. does a quick check on the back of her BG game box Ya know... it doesn't say it on the box. INTERNET!! searches Bioware's main site Aha! It came out in 1998...so Boo would be...SIX YRS OLD! Wow. Time flies. But, that doesn't mean anything 'cause that's in human years. How many years can a hamster live? And how many years can a miniature space hamster live? Ick. But, I believe it. He can be pretty pathetic.. a shadow appears behind her in the flickering lightning

BTW- I don't own nutin' of KH except original ideas/thoughts/chars/etc. And I don't own Boo.. Bioware owns him. sniffs I just pretend I do.

Chapter 8

Projection

It was dark all around, and there wasn't anything in sight. I couldn't hear anything except the sound of water. Three people were sitting staring at the setting sun.

"If it wasn't for you, Kairi, I wouldn't have wanted to do this," a young boy waved his hand towards the sea. (Basically what he says.-AN)

Kairi was the girl, and that must be Sora. How did I know their names? Hmmm... Riku used their names..but how did I know exactly what they looked like? Shivering, I focused on a silver-haired boy.

Riku looked a lot younger than he did now. He was fifteen then. One year had changed him. Made him older, wiser..and bitter. My eyes flitted to take in the auburn haired beauty. Kairi. How pretty. I felt small, and insignificant compared to her. Though she was small and gangly, I could tell she was stronger than she looked. There was this aura of power around her. Yet, I could not name where it came from other than herself. There was power around the spikey-haired boy too. His was more from love. From the love of friendship. Sora. Young, Sora. He was a keyblade wielder too. Where did you go? Why do I get this responsibility? Why did you...? You were only fourteen. Again, how do I know this? I shook my head of confusing thoughts. A flash of light brought me to where a white door was closing. Oh, this part again. Back in my world, I wanted you to escape.... Did I help you get out? There was no way out from there...yet I knew. I led...Mickey. The door closed, and you were inside. I felt so bad for you. You were so noble, and willing to risk your heart for your friend. I... Mickey, I showed you the way, right? How come you didn't tell him? I know now what I am. Why would 'they' use a fourteen year old boy? How come he isn't here now? The white room was flickering with images. The images were on the walls, like a photo projector was projecting them onto the walls. Oh, Darkness has him...he was put in a false world? Why in a false world? No, he isn't? I don't understand. Is he in one of these worlds? I shut my eyes and grasped my head in confusion. The flickering stopped. Somehow, I knew it stopped. Opening my eyes, my father appeared before me. He simply nodded. With that he disappeared.

"Come on! We have to leave soon, otherwise we won't ever leave," a cheery, young male voice said out of nowhere. I sat up in my bed so fast you would have thought I felt a spider crawling on me. (I HATE spiders. Well, insects for that matter.-AN) Disorientated, I sat staring blankly for a few minutes. Riku was standing in the room, ready to leave. He was holding a bag of coins in his hand. Raising an eyebrow he asked, "Nightmare?" I don't want to tell him now. Maybe after we leave. Yes, that would be best. I can't. Not now. Quickly, I nodded and got up. The blankets were twisted from my night excursion. Shaking my head, I waved a hand at him.

"Give me a few minutes." My eyes settled on the lightening sky. "It is near dawn! Awww. Why so early?" I mocked anger at him for waking me up so early. Giving me a crooked smile, he bowed and said, "I am sorry your highness, but we have to leave sometime in the morning. We still have to buy supplies before we leave tonight, ya know?"

"What world?" I was still uncertain about this 'other world' business. I still didn't understand some things, but at least I had the gist of it.

"Ummm. I am not certain. We'll just find out when we get there won't we?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, now chop-chop. (I don't think Riku would say, 'chop-chop.' But, he does and says what ever I want. grins mischievously THE POWER!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAA! -AN) I'll give you five minutes," with a flourish of his cloak he left. I stood staring at the closed door for several minutes. Sighing, I got ready using the basin to wash my face. I felt like after using weed for the first time- wrung dry, the brain didn't work right, and a feeling of... floating above yourself. I didn't like the feeling and so I didn't use it anymore. One thing about it is that is did make me feel relaxed. My friend Rachel, though, used it regularly. Regularly, meaning that she did it once a day like medicine. I told her it wasn't good for her, but it didn't stop her.

My mom thought I was such a problem child, and I thought to prove her right, since she thought it. But, I fooled myself. It wasn't.. right. Using something that messed with your brain and emotions. (I am not saying anything personally against marijuana usage. If you use it- Good. If you don't- Good. This is 'this' characters opinion. So, it isn't actually mine, though I might support some things and I might not. Don't judge a person by their story.-AN) I lifted up my shirt and looked at the bruises on my chest. My head still hurt sometimes, but it wasn't so bad anymore. I had to just be careful as to not strain myself too hard. I heard a knock at the door. Pulling down the shirt, I told him to come in.

"Ready to go?"