Chapter 2

My parents always said that I got my rebellious attitude from Riku, and that Jeff got his from Leon. If they're relatives, they sure as hell don't live here. I mean, this island's population is, what, thirty-five?

My sister's name is Kara. She's four years old, autistic, and the only one that got our dad's hair. The lucky bitch (JUST KIDDING!). (if youd on't know what autism means, say so in a review. it's my sister's condition)

I had no idea why I was thinking about any of this right now; for some reason I did whenever I finished up a long-term vision.

Anyways, in my vision, I saw some of the past, and some of the future. Even with that five-hour premonition, I still had no idea what any of it meant. All I knew was that, in some way, it involved my parents. Who'd'a thought it- my parents with super-powers! But, then again, I had to have gotten it from someone, right?

When I saw the past, there was this man with tan skin, orange eyes, and waist-length white hair leading a group of the creatures from my previous visions- he called them 'Heartless'- against a fourteen-year-old boy with spiky, brown hair and sky blue eyes. It was obviously my dad because the albino man threatened him, using his name- it's not like Sora's a very common name, is it? The man introduced himself as "Ansem, The Seeker of Darkness." A little psychotic, aren't we? I get a basic run-through of an adventure with a "Key" of some sort.

Then, it switched to the future. An older- a LOT older- version of the white-haired man led an army of Heartless on Destiny Island. They started killing everyone, but I was pretty sure that me all my friends made it out okay. We were forced to evacuate, and we made it to Traverse Town- I know because the band's performed there before. When we got there, Jeff and I couldn't find our parents! It was so fucking freaky.

After a while, I got bored-and freaked out- with thinking about that vision. To take up time, I decided to draw one of the Heartless. I drew the one with the armor because they looked the coolest. And they seemed easier to draw. It was actually pretty accurate. The only thing I messed up was their insignia. Other than that, it was perfect. I pinned it up on my wall and went downstairs for lunch.

"How'd your vision go? My dad asked me.

I didn't answer.

"You gonna be okay? That was the longest premonition you-" Jeff was interrupted by my shut-up-or-be-killed-very-painfully face.

We boarded the Gummi ship to go to the Olympus Coliseum around 3:00 that day. We'd never performed there before, but there was a big tournament being held there and we were going to be the half-time show. We got to see the whole tournament in the front-row seats. But, it's not like people don't do stuff like that for us all the time. I don't know about Polar, Dan of Jeff, but I'd really prefer not to have elite seats because that's where all the show-off-y bastards sit all the time. I mean, who would want to sit next to people who complain and brag about everything they fucking own?

The tournament itself was pretty cool. This one person kept on tripping over his own feet (Napoleon Dynamite's coming through). You could safely assume that he got his ass kicked out of the Coliseum. Everyone else got their asses kicked properly (if that makes ANY sense).

After a while- I don't know how long- we were on. Polar was extremely jittery. That was probably because she and I needed to remember every song we were playing, and in what order. They all began with a guitar riff, except for "Bring Me To Life" which I wasn't even singing. We were all nervous. This was our first performance with an audience count of more than 1,000- try 9,500 more! Jeff, to no one's surprise, was the calmest. He just had a way so no one could see his nervousness. But, hey, being his twin and all, I could always tell.

"Yo, Polar," I whispered into her ear.

"Yeah?" she answered. She tried to sound calm, even though she knew it wouldn't work. She dyed her hair black for the performance so just the bottom fringes were her natural blue-white. I dyed my scalp green. It made us look demonic, which was awesome.

"Relax. We're gonna do this just as we practiced, okay?" I reassured her, "We'll do fine."

"Okay," she answered quickly, turning to the spectators.

"Remember: They will never notice a single mistake unless you go back to correct yourself." I reminded her.

"Thanks," Polar said, "but it's not just this performance I'm worried about. I'm worried about you. That vision you had earlier was like six hours."

"Five," I corrected her.

"Whatever," she said. "Rae, I'm your best friend. You can talk to me about anything. You know that, don't you?" She said. When I nodded, she continued, "Then tell me about your vision."

If it was possible for me to be even more frozen up, it happened. I wanted to tell her everything, but not right now. Something in my mind just stooped me from saying anything. I guess I didn't want them to be bummed out about probably dying. "I'll tell you later," I said, and quickly started playing.

We played "BYOB", "Bring Me to Life" (Polar and Jeff sang it), "Perfect World", and "Holiday." The performance went perfectly, considering that Polar was as wound up as a clock.

After the performance, we all went home. I was so tired. Jeff and I ran right up to our rooms. As soon as I got to my bedroom, I changed into my purple pajamas. I fell right on my bed and was about to fall asleep, when my dad cane in to say good night to me.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Same old, same old," I answered.

"Come on. Something funny had to have happened at some point," he answered.

"Well, we were the half-time at this big tournament. There was this dude that kept on tripping over his own feet," I said, then quickly added, "That was the only remotely funny thing that happened."

"That retard," he answered. That's what I love about my parents: they are thirty-six, but they never mentally grew up. We shared the same sense of humor (most of the time, that, is).

Then my dad noticed the picture I drew of sthe creature from my vision. "What's that?" he asked.

"Just something from my vision," I answered coolly.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Oh, I just forgot to do something earlier," he answered, "I'll just do it tomorrow." I knew he was lying. As immature as he was, considering that he was a parent of three, he tried to never swear in front of us- just with mom. "'Night, Rae," He walked out of the room.

A half an hour later, he and mom were talking outside my bedroom. They were annoying the hell out of me. I'd been trying to fall asleep for what seemed like hours. I felt like going out there and swearing at them, but I was too tired to get up.

"You think the twins are asleep?" I heard my dad ask.

"They have to be," mom answered, "they were up all night performing."

"Good. I need to tell you something."

"Is something wrong?"

"Probably," he said. "I think I need to go seal the Keyholes again."

"Why?" she answered semi-sarcastically.

"Rae told me that she saw Heartless in her vision," he answered, "but I don't think she knows what they are."

"Oh my god," mom answered. "But, you can't just leave! What'll I tell the kids?"

"That I'm on a business trip, or something."

"We live on a deserted island, Sora. Nobody has a job except for the twins' band. And even if you did do something with them, like manager or something, they'd go with you. I mean, you could die or something!" mom started crying.

What the hell was all this? Keyholes? Heartless?

"Sora, if you're leaving, I'm leaving too," mom added.

"You can't. It's too dangerous."

"I survived it all before!"
"Just barely!"

"Sora, I love you. I can't let you go alone!"

"I love you too. That's exactly why I can't let you go with me."

"But-"

"HAVE YOU COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN THAT YOU ARE ONE OF THE SEVEN PRINCESSES?" dad was louder now.

"But, in that case they can't kill me! They need all need princesses alive to open the final door."

"But they'll kill you after!"

Mom was a princess? Did that make Jeff, Kara, and I royalty?

"Give me one reason they have not to kill you," mom said.

"There are none," dad answered,. "If I do need to leave- which is probably the case- I'll come back to you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Then they made out -gross!- and went to their room doing hell knows what. Then again, who really wants to know? I don't, I don't!

"Then I heard dad say one more thing: "I'll seal ours tomorrow."

"Right."

"After a few seconds, I started sending telepathic messages to Jeff. I could normally do this, but Jeff was the only one who could respond because we were twins. Twins just share that bond. "Jeff, are you awake?"

"Yeah. Did you get all that?"

"Why else would I be sending you telepathic messages?"

"I dunno."

"Any Idea what it means?" I asked.

"You're the psychic one! I should be asking you that!" he answered.

We went on for a while, but I didn't find out what any of this meant until the next day.