She wanted a new look. A new version of her to represent this change of life. A way she could fit into their world as seamless as a grain in the sand. Facilier's initial solution was to offer his own chests of disguises.

"His most treasured trick to is to dress up like black exploitation action stars," Hook noted, hauling the huge box in by his hook, "Of course, I doubt you'd want to go as Foxy Brown for your stint here."

"Yeah," she snickered, "though I think I can rock an afro pretty good," Hook turned to see the girl wearing an outlandishly large afro. He felt a trembling sensation in his face, and knew a smile was trying to sneak its way in.

"Let me know when you've found your new identity," he quickly stated, slipping out of the bathroom before his face could betray him. Kairi shrugged and began to look through the chests. Out of the shadows, Dobbie popped up.

"Oh, hey there little guy," she snickered, "Here, have this," and she plopped the afro on its head. Dobbie appeared momentarily surprised, but then quickly grew accustomed to its new head of hair. "Well, you look like a regular lady-killer," and she had a big laugh to herself.

Rummaging through the chest, she found several items of various 1970s wear with colors intense enough to blind an astronaut, a various assortment of religious tokens and amulets, a set of cheap jewelry, and a box of condoms. Oh joy.

A glint of silver caught her eye then. A small vial, filled with a luminescent liquid. "Hey, doctor!" she cried out, "What's this bottle here for?"

Facilier popped his head in. "Oh, got that from a skinny girl from Finland. Think she was a witch who was way too into the metal scene."

"So, it's hair dye?"

"Yeah, or poison. She told me to drink it and go to Hell after she threw it at me."

"I'm sorry; I don't think you should go to Hell. No one should,"

Facilier eyed her in disbelief. "Just try a little in yo' hair and keep the Princess act to a minimum."

Kairi's eyes went wide. "What do you mean by that?!"

"Oh," Facilier realized his error," just...do you, girl" and he slipped out the door.

"Hey!" Kairi yelled, "What did you mean by that, you jerk!" She sighed and looked at the bottle. Well, here goes nothing.

"So... anyone want to go in there and check on her?" Jafar asked to the three men, all standing outside the bedroom.

"She's a grown girl; she can take care of herself," Hook replied.

Facilier shrugged, "she was breathing the last time I saw her. That's better than most the people I use to work with." To the side, Frollo - now clean of his makeup - continued to look through the stacks of books just lying around for his copy of "A Time to Kill"

"Hey, so what do you all think?"

The four men turned to see Kairi. Her hair was now silver, while her eyes were a golden yellow. "I put a little of that dye in my hair. Do you think it will work?"

"Well… considering with the recent influx of anime characters into the cities," Jafar spoke, "I think you'll fit right in.

Frollo and Hook nodded. Meanwhile, Facilier's face has broken in a wicked smile. He turned to Jafar.

"Buddy, we just NORTED Kairi," Facilier exclaimed. The three others looked in shock. It was true; she had the same hair color as the Xehanort. Jafar sighed, knowing what would come next.

"High-five for villainy?" the sorcerer inquired.

"High-five for villainy," Facilier raised his hand, and a crisp high-five was exchanged. Today, Darkness had won and the Facilier would sleep well tonight. Jafar, for his part, was just hoping Xehanort himself wouldn't find out. Dude was a dick to deal with.

Kairi ran back into the bathroom, seeing the resemblance in the mirror. "Oh..." and then, slowly, she burst into a smile. "Guess now it's time for a codename." She looked at the three men, and Hook said the first thing that sprang to mine.

"Tsuki"

And Kairi thought about it for a moment and then smiled. "I like it."

"So, we know you can fight," Facilier began, "so that leaves you with the scoundrel's other favorite friend; flight." The alley way stank of yesterday's cheeseburgers, today's tacos, and an aroma Facilier was sure was a dead body. The three others stood by as Facilier gave the rundown. "My challenge is to see if you can hide," Facilier pulled out a stopwatch. "Now that you're with us, you got to work like us.. Every Villain can hide at the drop of a hat, and so you must be able to as well."

Kairi's brow tightened, her game face on for the world to see.

"I'll give you 15 minutes head start," the witch doctor declared, "If you can hide for 3 hours, I'll say you won. Deal?"

Kairi nodded.

"GO!"

She took off, running down the alley way and off into the right. Facilier looked at the stopwatch and nodded. "Well, time is relative and all that, so I say it's passed 15 minutes now."

"Don't you think that's a little unfair, doctor?" Hook asked.

"World ain't fair," Facilier snapped his fingers and three Shadows popped from the ground. "Find me the girl." he ordered lazily, waving his hand forth. Back into the dark they slipped. "Anyway, if she gives a good enough chase, I'll count that as a win."

"You're the soul of generosity," Hook scoffed.

Two hours passed, and suddenly the soul of generosity was looking mighty impatient.

"She's cheating somehow," Facilier declared at the 2-hour mark.

"World's unfair, doctor," Hook remarked.

"Yeah, yeah, eat it up you jerk," the witch doctor walked into the closest shadow, vanishing from sight. His world became shadow and smoke; a palette of whites, grays and occasional blacks. Before him the town was laid bare; the shuffling souls appearing like shades through this realm. The buildings were shimmering constructs, the clouds breaking up like old celluloid on its last legs. Figments of the dreamers all. Not a single thing here was real; all was the shadow of some greater light. Even the stars were just the dreaming of children asleep in reality. Once he thought he left Plato's cave; left the streets of New Orleans and learned the ways of the left hand. Now he realized he was the projection on the cave wall. Here was the true heart of the Disney Town; the capital of the Mouse Kingdom. Fool's gold. Void.

Funny how little everything matters, no matter how 'real' it seemed.

"The only true pleasure is meanness," he once read. "So true,"

He stepped his way through the shadows, like a spider on a web. This was his home; this realm of lies. No light could hide from him for long. So, where the hell was that girl!? A light as bright as hers should be somewhere around here!

Past the theaters, the malls, the sidewalks and the mansions he crept. Where could she be, where could she be!?

The ringer went off. 3 hours had passed and he crept back to the alleyway. His companions gazed at him with amused expressions.

"Yeah, yeah, she won." he looked harder at the team, who were suddenly trying their best to hold back a smile. "Wait...you know where she is, don't you?"

He couldn't believe it. In the living room, on the couch, there she was sitting there with a book and Dobbie in her lap.

"You were in the apartment the entire time?!"

"Yeah; all I had to do was have Dobbie on my lap and no one would see my aura with his."
Dobbie, unwittingly, waved hi to Facilier. The pet had betrayed him.

"I'mma punch you one day, Dobs,"

Author Notes: Thank you to any and all who've read this far! I'm still trying to feel out this story, and eventually I'll go back and rework the first chapters but so far, I've wanted to keep it light with some hints at a larger world. Hope you continue to enjoy