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Thalkxene: It's chapter 20! Whoo hoo!

Xejicka: It's not much to celebrate. The story has gone by very slow and I thought I would have gotten a lot more done by now.

Sephiroth: Your writing is terrible and you are a slow underling that just bluntly sucks.

Thalkxene: At least you strive by. Because twenty is such a good number, lets celebrate.

Xejicka: I'll put in some odd, might be interesting information at the end of this chapter. That way, I won't bore you guys.

Sephiroth: No one cares.

Disclaimer: Xejicka does not own the Kingdom Hearts Series, the Final Fantasy Series, Saw, The Exorcist or frilly underwear.

Sephiroth: Frilly underwear?

Xejicka: Those things are painful and annoying. I would like to say that I finally have a beta! Hallelujah! Does that me that my story will be completely error free? Nope, the will be typos in character spelling and maybe some tense, but I think it will be better from what it was.

Vicis and Fortuna

The World That Never Was

The superior of Organization XIII sat alone in a white room that held thirteen throne-like seats high. The man was silent, his posture held high with dignity and authority, despite the fact that no one was around. If one were to see Xemnas right now, they would have guessed he was lost in thought or was waiting for someone or something. In truth, he was, but he was not expecting his visitor to make such an entrance as she did.

The lowest throne rose so suddenly, the entire room vibrated. Xemnas looked up at the rising throne, unshaken, unstirred. His face scowled with some disgust as the throne rose higher than his. A white portal, barely visibly with all of the white in the room, appeared on the high throne and a woman in lavish violet robes appeared on it. Her legs crossed, her staff held limply in her right hand and a casual grin adorned her face.

"Fate," Xemnas spoke with sangfroid, though he should have been angered or annoyed by the woman's actions. Given the fact he lacked a heart, he shouldn't have cared. Yet Fate set herself superior to him. It would have been unacceptable if someone saw this. "You're late,"

"Even with time magic, one can have their inaccuracies," Fate responded as she stretched her leftwrist. "We still have unfinished business. There was not enough time to discuss what we needed at the ball," her relaxed grin turned into a scowl. "You didn't follow my orders,"

"I thought I transcended your expectations," the nobody replied with great composure.

"I asked you to simply defeat Earth's heart bearer, not gut her with an arial blade!" Fate's furious voice echoed through the entire room. "I do not ask for much, but when I do, I expect my orders to be performed correctly. She was in death's grasp. I had to perform rash actions. I allowed the light to save her and in the process, she no longer qualified as human. Not by most standards anyways. She was not meant to bear the light as well. Do you have any idea what that spells?! It spells Mary Sue!" Fate screamed as she stabbed her rod into the arm of her throne.

"Who or what is this Mary Sue?" Xemnas asked in mild confusion. Fate's fiery face flushed. (A/N: What a tongue twister!) She broke the fourth wall, again. This time, it was merely with slang. Hopefully chaos wouldn't ensue.

"Nothing, just a friend," Fate lied, her face now reverting to a more serious expression. She pried her rod out of the throne. She needed to continue back to the main center of focus. "Either way, the host suffered a death.

"With the laws of ownership, the person being sold receives the opportunity to suffer fatally and not die. You just wasted one of hers. If she suffers fatally again, she will not come back. If she dies, Earth's heart is gone forever,"

"Then should have let me-" Xemnas interjected but was quickly cut off.

"Her heart was not ripe. You sent her to her death by allowing Vexen to use her," Fate said so sternly her words were like stone and ice.

"You never gave me the warning the warning that it was her to bear Earth's heart. You led me to beleave it was Leah Riddick," Xemnas said unaffected by Fate's rising rage.

"It was a change of plans on short notice. The fact that Leah disappeared should have drawn attention to the change. What angers me is that you knew but you seemed to take pleasure out of torture. It baffles me how pleasure can come to those lacking hearts and yet pain makes them remember the slightest hints of pleasure," Fate sat back in her throne, immediately changing the subject. "I take it you haven't delivered those rings,"

Xemnas pulled out several rings from one of his pockets "Yes, I admit this small error,"

"Consider it a set back. Those rings would not only have enabled her to be your puppet, but mine as well," Fate said with her head tilting forward, creating a shadow over her eyes.

"Our contract stated that I had full ownership of her and all of her assets," Xemnas clenched his fists as he let memories of his past rage fuel him. Fate was nonchalant.

"And you do. Keep in mind that she has a weighted heart. She may act beyond your control. When that happens, I'll take over. You were the highest bidder and by all means you have all rights," Xemnas fists relaxed at these words. The rings clattered down onto the marble armrest. Fate looked down at all of the rings, just one drew her attention.

"You said that she was not meant to bear the light and yet that prophecy stated she will be," Xemnas said in a voice that sounded less angered.

"Just because it was written on her hand does not always mean it will only pertain to her. Why does everyone think that? I do not allow everything to happen intentionally. That light factor actually did provide some use. It made things a great deal easier for summoning who I wanted for the ball.

"That will provide a side effect on the heart. Her light she gained touched Organization XIII, that means her heart touched them. Their imprint will be left there like a tattoo. Heh heh... it wouldn't surprise me if she adopted some of their characteristics," Xemnas had a look that indicated he had a feeling of impending doom.

"May I ask some of the characteristics?" he asked with a voice that hinted concern, though he had none. Fate grinned.

"Nothing physical. She may start finding interest in the same things they do sooner or later. She may try to perform scenes from a famed movie titled the Exorcist if or when she gets paranoid on thinking she's possessed. Nothing you need to show false concern for," Xemnas didn't seem to pay attention to the exorcist part. Fate had her eye on the one ring that stood out from the rest. It was quite distracting to the woman. "Where did you get that ring, Xemnas?"

"You gave me these. Have we not discussed this before?" Xemnas implied.

"I did not give you one of those. I would like to know where you got it," Fate's voice was getting stern again. She leaned forward in her throne.

Xemnas picked up a small band. It had a diamond in the center with a very small ruby on each side. "This?" Fate nodded. "I believe I took it from the heart bearer. That is, after we took her down,"

"I know you own all of her assets, but that ring is worthless. May I give you the pleasure of getting rid of it?" Fate asked out of desire.

"What would one like you want with this?' Xemnas asked. Seriously, why would a woman like a Fate want with a ring?

"I collect antique jewelry. Why throw it away when one wants it? I dare naught take it from your hands for naught," Fate said with some eagerness. Though she was really lying. She liked antique jewelry, but that wasn't the reason she wanted the ring.

"What is the trade?" the ring disappeared from the Superior's hand. A dagger that was shaped like the crest of the nobodies appeared in his hand. "The dagger? How useless in the concern that I already have one,"

"No, not useless. You are aware of the effects that if one were stabbed in the heart by one. The heart is released, not captive by darkness as the rest of the body is anchored down. However, you were unaware that once it has served its one purpose, it disappears into the void. We all need backups, there's yours," Fate explained.

Xemnas was slightly pleased by this. Deep down, he felt like he was forgetting something. Fate all too easily sensed this. "You that you sent Jacquelyn to her death when you allowed the Chilly Academic to take hold of her," Fate reminded. "I will admit that this was through fault of my own,"

"Then I'll contact him and-" Xemnas was quickly interrupted by the woman in violet.

"It will be too late for you. I know you have not trusted a good share of the Organization that was sent to Castle Oblivion. I'll help you confirm whom you should trust. I will take matters..." Fate paused, a portal formed at one of the thrones. A cloaked man with platinum blond hair and a small mustache goatee combination appeared. Fat and Luxord's eyes connected.

In a flash of a second a card was seen flying straight at Fate as her rod was sent flying towards the Gambler of Fate. The card made contact with the woman's chest and she disappeared in a flash of white as her rod did the same before it could make contact with Luxord. Fate was late after all and this was her punishment for being so. So ends the meeting.

Another Realm

Leah sat comfortably in a small chair at a small table in a large, but decorative room. "Would you like some more toad-in-a-holes, Ms. Riddick?" a blond servant asked her. His long hair was parted in the middle, he had green eyes that would normally give a person the creeps. However, this man seemed kind and harmless. Strange, looked identical to someone that Leah had met before.

"No thanks, but could you get me some more milk?" Leah replied. She didn't bother to correct on the servant on how she should have been called misses or mistress. Yet, the man probably didn't notice the two rings on her ring finger on her left hand.

"I'll take a couple, Dwight," a man said as he appeared out of nothing. He looked to be in his early thirties, his neck length hair was loosely pulled back. He wore a white collared shirt that hung untucked over pale gray pants. The man's hands were in the pockets of his silver robe that hung open. He looked casual, despite his British accent, it was probably the small hairs on his chin that could only be excused as a goatee.

Leah just stared at the odd man. She really should have been shocked, but she saw enough portals that this was almost normal. "Dwight? That's his name?" The silver haired man chuckled at Leah as he sat across from her.

"It appears so. I wouldn't mind questioning the bloke that didn't leave a proper name dictionary out in the waiting room of name registry," he smirked. Leah didn't really get the joke, but she politely giggled. "So you're Leah Riddick I presume?"

"Yeah. I assume you're related to Fate. You know, the portal and wearing basically one color that matches your hair," Leah rambled.

"We're not necessarily related, but I do work with her. I'm who you may commonly refer to as Father Time, but call me Vicis or Vic," Vic introduced himself.

"Father Time? I thought Father Time had long, white hair and an even longer beard. I also thought he was old and carried a staff," Leah said in disbelief.

"I'm older than I look. You shouldn't judge anyone by appearance," Vicis wagged his finger. "Appearing old is not a wise function, neither is the long hair or beard,"

"Here's your toad-in-a-hole, sir, and the glass of milk for the lady," Dwight interrupted as he served the pair.

"Oh! Oh! Did he get me the toad-in-a-holes?" a blond woman butted in. Her hair was such a blond that it almost looked green like she had been swimming often, but the reality is that she hasn't. She appeared out of nowhere.

"I ordered them for you, Luck," Vicis held out the plate as the woman sat next to him and grabbed the plate with a smile. Her uneven hair parted on her left, it was scraggly around her face despite the fact she wore clover shaped hair clips.

"Thank you, love," she said to the man as she pecked him on the cheek. "How have you been, Leah?"

"I've had better. I'm still... adjusting," Leah replied reluctantly.

"Don't feel guilty. I can tell that you have been peering into what your friends do. Especially Jacquelyn," Lady Luck spoke in a chipper voice.

"I just feel bad. I know I was supposed to be in her spot. That stuff she's going through right now, that was supposed to be me. I should be dealing with that," Leah looked down at her belly.

"None of us expected you to be engaged, let alone pregnant. Jackie decided to take your place for you. She was only supposed to be your guide around Organization XIII. She made the deal herself," Vicis interjected.

"She didn't have to have her memories erased," Leah pointed out.

"She chose that herself, Leah. You were there. She wanted her memories gone if it were to protect the fates, to keep everything as it should be. She knew she would be questioned, she knew she would have gave in," Lady Luck responded as she bit a chunk out of her toad-in-a-hole.

Leah looked away. She had mentioned her friend's love of Organization XIII to them. She may have hinted off that Jackie knew a lot about them, even their deaths. "I can't do anything. I'm just sitting, watching everyone! I want to do something, I want to get involved. I hate this feeling I have. I hate how I can't go back," she sobbed.

"Leah, you did your purpose. You can relax. Fate may assign you tasks, but you shouldn't fret. You have a purpose and you're doing well. Just sit back and watch," Vicis reassured as he patted Leah gently on the back.

"I don't see why you allowed the transaction, my young friend," Lady Luck said as she took a sip out of her orange juice. "With my help, your baby would've turned out alright. Ugh, Fate and her ignorance. She knew that if Jacquelyn took the deal, she would have no help from me,"

"Jackie has no luck? That's heartless. She just wanted to help, why shun her?" Leah interjected as she bolted up.

"I liked the original plans and I will never let Fate forget that. She didn't keep the original plans and her punishment was t ogive no help to Jacquelyn. I will still help out in general, but not on the girl. Can we change the subject? I hate talking about this," Lady Luck said as she finished her breakfast.

"How about your wardrobe?" Vicis asked the red head. "Is your hair naturally red like that?"

Leah looked at her locks. "No, it's a lot lighter than this with more brown in it,"

"What a shame, that's such an ugly color. I'd hate to use that for your clothes. Could we please keep your hair red so your clothes can match?" Lady Luck asked. She was being awfully rude.

"I don't see why not," Leah finally noticed Lady Luck's outfit. It was a golden dress that went to the woman's ankles with a green air about it. There appeared to be a very low cut in the front that almost reached the belly button. One wouldn't know though, for there was a sunny scarf that covered the cleavage. There was a long slit on each side of the legs. They were pinned by three straps. The sleeves were big and elbow length. Each one had a gaping hole where most of the shoulder and arm stuck out. Leah gave a look of disgust at this outfit.

"You can design your own out," Lady Luck stated bluntly.

"It looks like you have cleavage and yet you have a scarf over it. That's just pointless," Leah pointed out. Vicis sensed a stupid argument or offensive remarks about to come. He quickly scuttled away from the table.

"It's better than some mothers out there who actually wear noticeable cleavage even though they are in there late forties," Lady Luck pointed out bluntly.

Somewhere, out there, in a different universe or galaxy or different solar system at least, a certain authoress sneezed. "Why does it feel like some deity or wannabe deity out there is talking about my mom?" she asked aloud. There was a loud knocking on the door.

"Stop talking to yourself!" a voice complained.

"Stop eavesdropping on me, old man!"the authoress shot back as she considered her writing. Somewhere, miles away in a different state maybe, a mother's nose itched as she quickly scratched it.

"What is it, honey?" her kind boyfriend asked.

"I don't know. I have a feeling my own daughter is making fun of me through her writing," she replied.

Back to the unknown realm that shall hereby be dubbed as Fate's realm, Leah shook her head. "I hope everything is alright with my friends and family," she said sadly. Lady Luck merely replied with a sad expression.

Castle Oblivion

She didn't know how, she didn't know why, but Jackie was somehow strapped to an operation table. Her jacket was off, where, she didn't know but she was freezing. It had to be at least forty degrees Fahrenheit and at short tube top with pants did no justice. Her left arm was bound tightly with clothe and two sticks, indicating what that sickening crack she heard was. Vexen was looking through various drawers as Jackie felt the need to ask a few questions.

"Uh... Vexen?" she asked.

"Hm?" he responded, taking note to Jackie's talking but not turning from what he was looking through.

"I've been curious about something for a while. About when I went berserk and tried to kill Xemnas the second time. I felt like I was held down when everything went black and that's the last thing I remembered. I know something else happened," Jacker went on.

"It doesn't surprise me that you blacked out. You went berserk again after Saix held you down. He was able to keep you down we went to my lab to finally do some more tests," Vexen said as he moved to the other end of the lab, closer to Jackie. He started to shuffle through more drawers.

"How long have you guys been at this castle anyways?" Jackie asked, for some reason, she was starting to get scared.

"We've been here for quite some time. We only came back to the World That Never Was after Xemnas called us there. We only stayed there for a few days before returning here," The Chilly Academic started to quickly shuffle through many drawers, pulling out several objects of torture. Jackie's heart beat faster and faster with every item he pulled out.

There was a saw, a DVD of Saw, several syringes filled with acidic colored liquids, razor blades. A razor phone, a copy of Paris Hilton's greatest hits, a CD player, a car battery, scalpels, several loose papers, a rubber duck as well as other items that could possibly be used for torture.

"W-what are y-you looking for, V-vexen?" the berserker fearfully stuttered at the Chilly Academic. He turned his head with a satisfied smile that would only lead to Jackie needing hours of therapy later.

"Your cracked arm came in perfect timing for a new experiment. Ah ha!" he pulled out a small piece of paper.

"What's the piece of paper for?" Jackie asked nervously and fearfully.

"A picture that will prove to be of vital use in this test," Vexen said enthusiastically.

"What's the picture of?" Jackie asked, tension rising with fear.

"Something I could never perform on Saix," the Chilly Academic said as he drew nearer to the test subject

"What the Hell is the picture of, Vexen?" Jackie asked impatiently, sternly and yet fearfully, making her have a high pitch voice.

"It is a picture of a man's buttocks," Vexen replied instead of giving the usual smack to the head.

"Sweetness," Jackie said with a smile of liking this new experiment.

A few minutes later...

"Run away from the monster!" Vexen screamed as he ran out of the door to his lab at breakneck speed. As soon as he exited, he quickly bolted the door shut, just in time too. Several dings have pushed out of the door with an inhuman roar.

"Gimme back the goddamn picture or your kidney is mine!" the berserker roared on the other side of the door. Lexaeus and Zexion were at the table in this room, they merely looked up room their meal as they heard the roar.

"What is going on?" Lexaeus asked in an almost concerned tone.

"The experiment was a success," Vexen said gravely.

"Then shouldn't you be celebrating?" Zexion questioned bitterly and almost sarcastically.

"It worked a little too well, she almost killed me!" Vexen almost had fear in his voice as he hung over the table. Lexaeus took note that there were a few bleeding scars near Vexen's abdomen, indicating the berserker was almost successful in retrieving his kidney.

"Liver and kidneys!" Jackie shouted on the other side of the door. Her bangs grew louder and louder.

"Help me!" Vexen pleaded. Zexion shot up, reached into the scientist's pocket and grabbed the photo. He walked into the lab calmly. The two nobodies left in the room didn't expect what happened next.

"Oh my God it's-" the sound of a gunshot was heard, followed by a sickening splatter that interrupted Jackie's voice turned human. Vexen and Lexaeus darted into the lab to see what exactly Zexion did. Vexen feared (if he could) the damages that could have been done to his favorite test subject. Lexaeus only had concern because if the slave was dead, then he would have to clean the mess. What they saw was unexpected.

Zexion just stood, looking down at Jackie. Her face was frozen in a horrific smile, eyes wide open. She lain in a puddle of blood that seemed to have been rooted from her nose. The small photo drifted lazily to the floor. "One with a heart cannot handle what the picture was truly of. I just created the illusion of the entire model," Zexion explained as he retired out of the room.

"I may as well make use of this time if there's nothing else," Vexen said as he grabbed the berserker by the back of her shirt and threw her onto the operation table. This was a lucky day indeed.

Xejicka: Just to let you know, Vicis means time and Fortuna means luck.

Thalkxene: Facts! Facts! Tell them the facts!

Xejicka: Fine. This story was going to take a very different route when I first thought of it. I didn't plan on Earth being gone, but I figured that's how this would work best. This was going to be a crack fic, but the world does not house enough humor in me.

Thalkxene: If you haven't noticed, Xejicka is trying to write this story to where it could have possibly happened. She's trying to keep things that hidden.

Xejicka: These characters that are mine are based on real people, so if some of their traits seem far fetched, there are people actually like that. Except for Fate, Vicis and Luck, they're completely original.

Thalkxene: Xejicka is working on her deviant gallery and some of these OC's pictures are up.

Xejicka: I apologize if some of my jokes aren't original, but I'm trying. I had to test them out on some people.

Thalkxene: Attention Sephiroth fangirls. Sephiroth will finally make an appearance in the next chapter. He'll actually do badass stuff for once too.

Sephiroth: I get to do what I do best.

Xejicka: I hope I filled up some plot holes in this chapter. I know I may have made more and I apologize. I need to deMary Stuify Jackie and I've been way to paranoid about it. It could be worse. She could have wielded her own keyblade. She won't, I'm still trying to think of a good weapon for her and katanas are cliché. I accidentally turned Matt into a Gary Stu.

Thalkxene: She did and thinking about, she's surprised the actual guy's name wasn't Gary Stu. He's good at everything and has more confidence than anyone need. We need to ride on those flaws, ya fruit!

Matt: -breaks out of portal- Hey!

Xejicka: Holy crap! The fruit broke the fourth wall!

Sephiroth: He did.

Matt: Now before Sephiroth and I kick your asses, ask the readers review.

Xejicka: Review! -cries-