DON'T BE MAD GUYS! I know very much how the lack of characters might be fuddling you some, but trust me, you'll soon find that there are more characters involved in this story than you could possibly realize as of yet. I'm rather impressed that, as you all have read the epilogue of the last fic, no one as of yet seems to have guessed by master plan! Okay, so maybe it's not so master... well, I dunno, I'll see what you guys think of it when it comes to unravel. And to habbo: do not fret, this is not another boring high school story, considering that it takes place in a university :P AH i'm just kidding. The university it just a random place that people tend to be, and where people can stumble across other unexpected people wink wink. And don't you worry, Riku will get his fair share of ass kicking before this thing is through! This chappie may lead to some sneak peeking of the plot unfolding in a couple of chappies. I said last chappie that this fic may not make much sense in the beginning, but then again, you'll see how it completely comes to work itself out soon enough. As to the part Pandora plays in this fic...well, you'll just have to wait and see! I guess the whole point of this little rant-y thing is that I know you guys were impressed with my last fic, and I'm glad you loved it so much, and so please, for the next chappie, bare with the confussledness as I promise to deliver a fanfiction as good as the last!
PS: as it seems everyone is confused by the fact that my fic is located in the kh section, I shall move it to ffx-2 :P

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So, Melody wasn't the greatest singer. Kind of ironic, considering her name, but she loved singing more than anything else, and since she wasn't very good at or very passionate about much anything else, she came to NNYU for it's musical program. It was her first vocal class, and Mrs. Jenson was insisting that everyone should feel comfortable with each other, and so was saying that everyone should sing something in front of the rest of the class and everyone had to say something positive about it. Melody found it kind of juvenile, but she was glad it wasn't very intensive today, she was have huge problems concentrating on much of anything.

"Melody, would you like to start?" Mrs. Jenson asked, pulling her back to reality. Melody blinked. She hadn't exactly been paying very much attention, and wasn't entirely sure what she was starting.

"What song would you like to sing for us?" Mrs. Jenson asked warmly, motioning her up to the front of the room. Melody's heart dropped like a stone. She knew she wasn't the greatest singer, and the last thing she had wanted was to be the first to sing. She swallowed hard. Mrs. Jenson probably picked her because hers was the only name she knew. She sighed and stood up.

"Umm, I'm not sure what song I want to sing." She said slowly as she approached the head of the classroom. "Do you have any music?" She asked, stalling. Mrs. Jenson smiled.

"Just sing whatever you are most comfortable with. I'd prefer if you didn't sing with music, I find people sing more naturally when they don't have it." She answered. Melody tried to keep from frowning. She gulped as she turned to face the class. What would she sing? She bit her tongue and decided to sing the song that just happened to come to her when she opened her mouth.

"Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long I think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
And let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

swing life away
swing life away
swing life away
swing life away"

Melody was surprised at herself. Not only had she never heard that song before, but she had shocked the entire room into silence. Her voice had been on par with an angel's, and she had absolutely no idea how she managed to sing the way she had. Not only that, but a number of times during the song, an image of a huge futuristic stadium full of people had flashed before her eyes, accompanied by a loud booming echoing through her head. And she'd been singing with a purpose, venting emotions she never knew she had. She was a normal kid, having been angry, upset, hurt, happy, amused and a number of other emotions, but never with the intensity that the song brought on. Mrs. Jenson was the first to break the trance everyone seemed to be caught in.

"Melody! Very impressive! Now, who would like to go next?" She asked, turning to face everyone else. They all shrunk back, not entirely eager to have to follow and act like hers.

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The class finished rather uneventfully, with Melody realizing half way through the class that the most persistent of emotions to stay with her was a feeling for someone. She didn't know who she could possibly feel so strongly about. She cared for whoever it was, even loved them. And it definitely wasn't her feelings toward Riley. Tegan had been right all along, which was kind of surprising, considering that it was Tegan she was talking about, but she needed to dump Riley. After class, she met up with her best friend on their way home. They wandered down the streets, the clump of people they were walking with eventually branching off towards their residences or the coffee shops or their cars. Soon enough, it was just Melody, Tegan and some random guy that had come from the same Chemistry class as Tegan. He was following them, it seemed, walking a few paces behind them and smirking the whole while. Finally, Tegan stopped and spun, glaring at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked crossly. He shrugged.

"I'm following you." He answered smugly. Tegan's eyes narrowed.

"Why?" She asked sharply, though Tegan trying to sound sharp was more amusing than intimidating. He smirked again, and shrugged again.

"It's frosh week, I can if I want. It's my job to terrorize you freshmans." He answered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Melody crossed her arms.

"Find some other freshmans to terrorize then. I think you'll find us rather boring to bother." She told him.

"I'm not bored right now." He answered, starting to follow the girls as they walked back to their house. They rounded a corner and found Rochelle standing there. When their stalker saw her, he stopped dead. She crossed her arms.

"Zane, what are you doing?"

"Evenin' Rochelle." He said, avoiding the question. She glared at him.

"What were you doing?" She asked again. Zane shrugged, tossing his blond hair out of his abnormally green eyes.

"I was walking these two lovely ladies home is all." He answered. Tegan glared at him.

"Ahahahaha." She laughed sarcastically. "Nice one. More like you were stalking us." She answered.

"Stalking?" Zane asked, in mock horror. "I was doing no such thing!" Tegan stuck her tongue out at him. Melody smirked. Tegan didn't notice.

"You were terrorizing us, as you put it." She answered. Zane shrugged.

"Like I said, it's frosh week." He replied before turning on his heel and walking away. There was a long silence as Tegan watching him go, seething. Melody inspected her fingernails, smiling mischievously.

"So, will you be asking him out on a date tomorrow or the next day?" She asked non-chalantly. Tegan stared at her.

"Go out with him? More like kill him." She said. Melody shrugged.

"Last time you stuck your tongue out at a guy in an argument, you ended up making out with him the next day." She answered. Tegan started turning red.

"Coincidence." She answered, before stalking off into the house. Melody started to laugh. She and Rochelle walked back into the house to find a very confused Naomi waiting for them. Not long after, Rochelle had to go to a seminar for her classes and Tegan found an excuse to go out to keep Melody from giggling every time they saw each other. So, Naomi and Melody were alone in the house. Upstairs, sitting on the couch, Melody finally realized something.

"Where's Lil?" She asked. As if on cue, a dazed looking Leilani walked into the room and plopped down on the couch between them. Both girls cringed, waiting for the couch to collapse, but let out a sigh of relief when it didn't. Lil was staring off into space, a pained look on her face. Both Melody and Naomi watched her, slightly bewildered.

"Umm, is something wrong, Lil?" Naomi asked after a long while. Lil blinked and smiled, though her smile wasn't very sincere.

"I'm fine." She answered, a little overly brightly. "Want to get something to eat?" She asked. Both Melody and Naomi nodded vigorously. They stood up and walked into the kitchen. While Naomi and Melody prepared sandwiches for themselves, Lil started raiding the cupboards. Both younger girls had prepared and finished their sandwiches by the time she found what she was looking for. When they saw they strange array of things on the counter, they began to think that whatever was wrong with her was much more serious than before. She had an an apple, bean salad, cheese and jubejubes. They stared at her holding her plate.

"She's gone crazy." Naomi whispered. Apparently Lil overheard her and smiled.

"I'm not crazy! I just happen to be craving apples, bean salad, cheese and jubejubes!" She answered, again a bit overly brightly before she sat down at their little table and began to eat. Naomi and Melody stared at each other, then at Lil, and then at each other again, all the while completely and utterly bewildered. They sat with Lil while she ate, and talked of the usual type of things that three girls would talk about. Naomi yawned.

"I'm exhausted." She muttered. Melody smiled.

"I'm not surprised. I couldn't deal with all that exercise you get every day. You must be dancing every other minute of your life!" She answered, clearly impressed. Naomi smiled.

"Well, thanks, I think. I'm going to bed." With that, she stood up and wandered upstairs. Inside her room, she changed into pajamas and crawled into bed. Even if it wasn't that late, she was looking forward to her sleep. She crawled into bed, turned out the light and was fast asleep before she hit the pillow. The moment she fell asleep, her assuredness that her sleep would be the peaceful and restful one was shattered. It didn't take long as she floated in the semi-consciousness of a dream for the life she thought she had to unravel, along with any shred of hope she had left of living out a normal life. Then again, she also began to wonder, in her subconsciousness, how much of a normal life had she wanted anyways?

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DUN DUN DUN! Woot! CLIFFY! YES! Review, and maybe you guys are starting to get some lightbulbs going on over your heads as to what my master plan might be :D :D :D