Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, so bog offfffffff… however Ivy and Farrouh, and all the other characters that belong to me, belong to meeeee... and don't mention Cid, cos that's a weird one, I could just see him (Ivy's Dad) being a Cid. Oh, yeah, and I diiiid try to make him sound drunk, but it only worked a liiiittle bit. Sorry!!

Chapter 2

Ivy decided to head back. It was getting dark, after all. She had been everywhere on the small island, and had already appointed her favourite spot to practice her dancing. That's how Ivy earned her keep. She danced, along with some other girls from the sort of band of gypsies that they lived with. They weren't really her friends, Ivy (or Poison Ivy as she was more commonly known) didn't have any friends, except herself, and then again she wasn't a very good friend even to herself. Farrouh earned his keep by playing guitar in a band along with his friends, sometimes he sang as well. Arima, Ivy's older sister, who was 20, (21 in November), sang. She was a spoilt, petulant brat if ever there was one, thought Ivy, as she kicked up the white sand with her muddy old boots. Good voice, though. She guessed that's all that mattered around here. If you could bring in the Munny, then you were the star of the show, but if not, then you were nothing better than a pebble in their shoe. They didn't like pebbles in their shoes very much. Ivy sighed, and kicked up some more of the white sand. She was glad that she was good at something.

Ivy spied a small fire burning a way away on the sand, and smelled a barbeque. A band of people she knew, and some she didn't, were gathered around this fire, some holding guitars, strumming distantly, and mouthing vague words Ivy couldn't quite interpret. She assumed that they were singing. Some were talking away, ten to the dozen, and some, the more quiet types, were concentrating solely on their food, munching away slowly. She walked up to her Dad, and he shouted drunkenly,

"Here she is, my little Poison Plant!" (This is Cid's idea of affection.) Cid waved his patterned plate about. Some kids looked up at her, 'must be around my age,' she thought, staring, entranced, into the flames.

"Yes, Dad, I'm back. And who are these people?" She asked, waving randomly at these people she didn't know, congregated around her father.

"Oh, these are some of the lovely kids living on that island right over there" He pointed to the other small island, the one which looked like it was inhabited. "Looks like we weighed anchor at precise - hic! - the wrong spot" Cid was quite clearly plastered. Ivy, not a bit fazed or embarrassed by this, just shrugged to show she didn't care. A small kid, with ash blonde hair spoke up.

"Hey, I'm Tidus" he said, holding his hand out to shake, or hi-five or something, what it was Ivy didn't care.

"Pleasure, I'm sure," Said Ivy, a look of pure repulsion working its way across her face. Then she remembered, she was supposed to introduce herself, it was just good manners. She mentally mock-slapped herself on the forehead for this, and then, reluctantly said "Oh, and I'm Ivy."

"Cool." Said the young boy. Ivy had decided that he was younger than her. "And this is Selphie, and Wakka" a girl who looked about the same age as Tidus waved enthusiastically, obviously having consumed too much caffeine or sugar or something, and a boy, who looked at least a year or two older than the other two, said, in a very odd-sounding Jamaican accent

"Hey, what's happening?" Ivy looked slightly puzzled, then, not being able to think of ay decent come-back, frowned sarcastically. Wakka, a bit confused at her reading into his casual greeting, stood up, and said, scratching the back of his orange head: "We best be getting home, ya know?" Ivy couldn't help but think he looked like an onion. Selphie groaned girlishly, and Tidus, seemingly reluctant, stood up, and held his out to Selphie's. 'They must be quite close' thought Ivy, as she read the expressions on the three friend's faces towards each other.

"Oh, - hic! – You have to go so soon?" Cid said, barely able to sit up. Ivy sighed, and snatched the brown bottle out of his hand "Hey, you little- give that back!" Then, seeing Selphie, Tidus and Wakka half way down the beach, called "Come back tomorrow! And bring those other people- hic! - you were talking about!!!" and with that, he fell backwards off his chair, and was out cold until the morning.

OK, that was very weird, and I'm not sure I liked it. Well review peoples, review!! Haha I'm still repeating stuff. And again, thank all you people out there who actually took the time to read this crap. I love you all!!! I also need some help, if you think I should carry on, could you review please? It will definitely get finished eventually, but I'm having ideas for another fanfic, so if you want me to continue, please review. I'm gonna go now, before I repeat myself so much they evict me. Biiii

27th October 06: To Against Prejudice, I'm very sorry I offended you, this was not intentional and my apologies go out to anyone else offended by Wakka's 'odd-sounding Jamaican accent'.

I would like to point out that I am not an ignorant person and am highly against stereotyping and prejudice myself. The reason I portrayed Wakka the way I did in this fiction is because this is his individual character in my opinion, you know like the guy in Final Fantasy 8 (and KH2 now) who always says 'y'know'? It's how he speaks, and I never, in any part of my story, said this was how all Jamaicans (and Trinidadians) speak.

Thanks for listening and thanks for the review!

Bracken