-Sora53: Yah, this chapter and the next are probably just gonna be Corita-based joy.
Joe: WH00T! -waves his 'Proud Corita Fanboy' flag-
Corita: You're the ONLY Corita fanboy!
Sora/Riku Fangirls: NO SORA...OR RIKU?
Sora53: Uh...
Sora/Riku Fangirls: ATTACK!
Naminé: Fwee! You learn lots about me in this chappie!
Fans: But it's all bad stuff.
Naminé: YOU'RE SO MEAN!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Corita and the craziness of my own little world...

"Although, since they forgot about you..." Larxene continued, pacing up and down the hall 20 feet in front of where Corita sat, "You must not have been very important."

"Shut up." Corita muttered, looking away.

"Did that hurt? The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"Don't you have a Keyblade Master to stalk?" Corita growled, standing up cautiously, now not looking away from Larxene.

"Not my job right now." Larxene answered lazily. She stopped pacing, halting right before Corita. "Right now, I have a different task."

"What?" Corita asked, lowering her guard for a second.

"You think all I do is stalk Sora?" Larxene wondered aloud.

"Pretty much."

"Hmmph."

Larxene's cold attitude enraged Corita, who had already been pushed to the limit today. "Larxene, you have some explaining to do!" She roared, clenching her fists in fury.

"Hmm, I do, do I?"

"Why have they forgotten me? How COULD they forget me? What have you done to him?"

Larxene's face spread into a grin, and her cold eyes watched Corita's carefully. "I can honestly say that I haven't done anything to him"

"You're lying! Why was he forgetting things, yet remembering them? Why aren't I?"

"That's the reason why I'm here." Larxene explained cooly.

"What are you talking about now?" Corita roared.

"You really are oblivious, aren't you? Right now, I'm not after Sora. Right now..." Larxene said, moving closer towards Corita, "I'm after you."

"Me? Yeah, right. What would you want with little princess Corita?" Corita growled.

"Trust me, I don't want anything to do with you. It's Vexen who wants to see you."

"What, is he another member of your little cult? Does HE have a stupid black robe, too?"

"Listen, Princess." Larxene growled, her fake-sweet voice changing suddenly to her cold, cruel voice, "I was told to bring you back with me. We can do it the easy way...or the hard way."

After this statement, Larxene's razor-sharp knives appeared, and Corita felt the hair on her neck stand on end as the air was charged with electricity. Corita felt a prick of nervousness; could she really defeat Larxene in battle?

Corita didn't feel much like battling; in fact, battling was one of the last things she wanted to do right now. Instead, she thought she'd try something fun: The Taunt Larxene Game.

"Hey, Larxene!" Corita called. "How'd you get stuck doing some other guy's errands? Are you the lowest member of your cult, or do you just like to do other people's dirty work?"

"What!" Larxene screeched, causing the whole hallway to shake.

"Seriously! Are you the bottom rung on the ladder, or do you just like getting bossed around by other people?"

"You...you...you'll pay for that!" Larxene roared, rushing towards Corita. Corita had just enough time to jump out of the way, but Larxene's rushed attack caused her to drop something in her shock.

"Well, well." Larxene muttered silkily, reaching down after a moment and scooping up Corita's Thalassa Shell. Corita now stood about 3 feet to her side, watching her in horror.
"What's this? A pretty little seashell?"

"Get your filthy hands off it." Corita growled.

Larxene ignored her, and tossed the shell up and down in her hands for a little while.

"You know...I didn't get to shatter Sora's little good luck charm..." Larxene said, "But this could be the next best thing, hmm?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Larxene saw a bright blast of fire shoot out of the staff Corita had grabbed instants before. Almost lazily, Larxene teleported away, and Corita was left looking around the hallway wildly.

"Larxene! Where did you go!" Corita roared. Larxene reappeared 15 feet ahead of the enraged Healer. She looked at the shining blue shell and grinned. Corita finally snapped, and sent several blasts of ice towards Larxene. Larxene avoided them easily, and gave a short laugh.

"Do you even remember how to use that thing?" She asked, looking down at Corita's staff. "You've just been relying on Sora..."

"Don't make fun of Sora!" Corita roared, and lept to the side, narrowly avoiding a lighting strike from Larxene.

"It's too bad you couldn't just come easily." Larxene sighed. "Now I'm going to have to grind you into a pulp."

"Just try it!"

"Okay." Larxene said in an almost bored tone. She shot several bolts of lighting towards Corita, and Corita shot multiple blizzard spells back. Both were struck with each others spells, and they staggered backwards slightly.

"What's wrong, Larxene?" Corita asked sweetly. "Haven't quite mastered how to use anything other than a thunder spell? Not surprising, considering you're the bottom rung of the ladder..."

Larxene lazily shot another thunder spell at Corita, and watched as Corita recovered from the blow after a few moments.

"Here, catch!" Larxene hissed, tossing Corita's shell into the air. Corita's head jerked into the air as she watched it sail past her. Running towards where it was going to land, Corita stretched out her arms, closing her hands around the shell and landing on the ground herself.

As Corita carefully put the shell back into her pocket, Larxene took this opportunity to blast tons of thunder-based spells at Corita. Corita grimaced and reached for her staff, and sent back a fire spell, and cast aero and cure on herself.

"What's wrong, Larxene?" Corita panted. "Running out of clever ideas?"

"If I were you, I'd be asking myself that." Larxene taunted. "Where will you go if you're alone in the castle?"

"Shut up."

"Have I touched a nerve?"

"SHUT UP!"

In the instant that Corita was yelling in fury, Larxene had teleported away from where she stood and re-appeared right behind Corita. She reached out and grabbed the young Healer's arm, and before Corita could start yelling and stomping on her foot like a maniac, she teleported them both away.


"Took you long enough." Axel remarked as Larxene teleported into the room, along with Corita.

"LET ME GO BEFORE I START YELLING!" Corita yelled.

"...You already are." Axel said.

"SHUT UP!"

"Vexen had better appreciate this little nightmare." Larxene hissed.

"What? You're calling me a nightmare?"

"Where is Vexen, anyway?" Larxene asked. "I take time out of my life for him, and he isn't even here?"

"He said he'd be back soon."

"I'm sure he will be." Larxene said icily. "What should I do with her?" she asked, nodding towards Corita, who was still struggling to get out of Larxene's tight grip.

"Let her go. She can't leave as long as we're here."

Larxene sighed, and let go of Corita's arm - the moment Corita tugged away the hardest. Corita went crashing to the floor, much to the amusement of Axel and Larxene.

Corita's cheeks burned with humiliation and rage as she got off of the floor, brushing her tufted hair out of her face. She stalked away from the two black-robed figures and rested against the wall.
As she leaned her back against the white wall (everything was starting to look the same in this castle...) she noticed something strange. A teenage girl about her age with blonde hair slung over one shoulder. She was sitting in a chair, facing away from where Axel and Larxene stood, gazing into the crystal orb in the center of the room. She was hanging her head, as if she were very sad or depressed.

"The bad guys are holding her deep within the castle. And you, the hero, have to go save her."

Cautiously, Corita moved towards the girl, who didn't look much like she wanted company. However, Corita needed to know...

"Naminé?" Corita whispered to her. The girl's head instantly snapped up, as if she were coming out
of some sort of trance.

"Corita?" She whispered back, even though Axel and Larxene were already watching them.

"What...you remember my name?" Corita asked, shocked. Naminé looked up at her, a sad look in her eyes.

"I...can't say that I remember it. I just know it. Everyone in this castle does."

"What? Why? What's going on?"

"I...can't tell you." Naminé said, sensing the gaze of the two robed figures.

"Go ahead, Naminé." Axel called out. "It won't matter soon, anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Corita cried, turning away from Naminé to face Axel.

"It's nothing." Naminé said quickly.

"Why, Naminé?" Corita asked, turning back to her. "Why did you leave the islands?"

"I was never on the islands." Naminé answered sadly, hanging her head again.

"What? So why did Sora keep remembering things about you?"

"He wasn't remembering anything. I was making him."

"What are you talking about?" Corita wondered. Naminé sighed sadly.

"Messing with people's memories is about all she's good at." Larxene said coldly. "She steps into people's hearts and rearranges their memory. If she wants, she can even draw new memories of things that never happened. The girl your brother has been dying to protect...is a manipulative witch who shackles people's hearts with phony memories!"

"I took the people and memories in Sora's heart...and little by little replaced them with false memories that I made." Naminé muttered sadly. "But you...I couldn't touch your heart. That's why I had to make Sora forget you...if he hadn't, you'd -"

"You'd just go blabbing about everything, making it difficult for Naminé. Just like you wouldn't shut up about Hollow Bastion, or Kairi for that matter." Larxene growled.

Corita's head was buzzing with countless thoughts. Nothing was clicking, once again...

"Why...couldn't you affect me?" Corita asked as she turned back to Naminé, dazed.

"Because of your pure heart, Princess." echoed a deeper, cruel voice behind her.

"GAH! DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Corita roared as she whirled around. She had to catch the back of Naminé's chair to avoid falling over once again. In front of her stood another black robed figure, looking down at her with interest.

Sora53: Yarr, more dun dun duns please.
Corita: I REFUSE!
Sora53: Why? It only gets better...-evil grin- And don't fear, you'll all get your plot-following-yet-original-ficciness back in a few chapters. Besides, you're just mad because you lost to Larxene.
Corita: Stop it! -sob-
Fans: Oh great.
Sora53: Ya, in case you haven't guessed, this ficcy's gonna be a tad darker than Twin Hearts...but not so much so that it takes away from the 'Oh boy, a sequel! I hope it lives up to the original!' factor.
Naminé: Fwee! Now you all know the truth about me! Now I can continue to be evil! -evil grin-
Everyone: O.o RUN!
Naminé: GET BACK HERE, SLAVES! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!-