Author Note: Sorry for there being a bit of a lengthy wait on this, I was working on other stories and stuff... The next chapter will probably be out in a more timely fashion though I can't exactly promise anything...

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Anyway, without further ado - chapter two! (Hey, a rhyme!)


The TRUE Pokemon Master!


It was a lonely, cold, snowy Tuesday evening in the World that Never Was, and each Organization member - with the small exception of XI and XII - were all doing what they did best on lonely, cold, snowy Tuesday evenings; lounging and loitering about in the Grey Area.

Yes, this really was their riveting activity for the night - though not their sole one. As some were reading light novels and also wishing upon their lucky stars that they could suddenly be whisked off to somewhere else; some sitting on the sofas and wishing upon their lucky stars they could be whisked off to somewhere else; some wondering about the progress of Kingdom Hearts and wishing upon their lucky stars they could be whisked off to somewhere else; one typing schedules furiously into a computer and wishing upon his lucky stars that the others could be whisked off to somewhere else; and some others... er... playing their gameboys...

Hydregion used 'Dark Pulse'! It's super effective!

This little tidbit was the message that read out from the small text box at the bottom of Demyx's DS top screen. Number IX watched with unadulterated horror as his Slowbro's huge hit point bar slowly but surely depleted down and down and down to nothing - cursing barbarously as it promptly fainted.

Slowbro fainted!

"No fairrrr!" he whined after the sequence announcing his loss and his opponent's victory had past, "I shouldn't have lost that! I had it made!" He pursed his lips in that annoying pouting fashion. "Humph! You're just a big fat cheater Xemnas! You know that?!" He threw his gameboy on the ground in a fit of rage, and stormed away. Ten seconds later, he then realized the sheer stupidity of his impetuous act and went back to pick up the shattered remains of his device, bemoaning the game console bitterly and bawling his eyes out. "WAHHH! IT'S BROKEN!"

"AHAHAHAHAH! Cackled Xemnas, lifting his black limited-edition Kingdom Hearts Xemnas DS in the air and waving it about arrogantly for everyone to see, "THIS is what happens to the fools who DARE to challenge The Great Xemnas! GAHAHAHA! The Great Xemnas certainly is befitting for his name, hm? Has your courage been melted by this brilliant escapade on his part, good entourage? Or do you still insist on challenging The Great Xemnas to a duel which you could not possibly win no matter how hard you struggle?"

"...Who was insisting on playing Pokemon with you...?" Luxord wondered, scratching his head as he did not recall any such conversation occurring.

"Well?" Xemnas asked, grinning evilly like the madman that he was. "NOBODY feels they can possibly compete with someone in such a high trainer category as The Great Xemnas? Hm? Are you that much of spineless cowards?"

"That's it, I'm gonna shut you up once and for all," Axel snapped, closing his Pyro Monthly magazine and getting to his feet. Taking his flame red 3DS out of his back pocket, he pointed a finger at his leader and cried, "Me and my fire Pokemon will make you BURN! You'll be begging for mercy when we're done with you, Xemnas!"

"Hah! The Great Xemnas laughs with scorn at your challenge!" Xemnas cackled again and threw back his head with insane laughter. "And The Great Xemnas is very sorry, Number VIII, but it is YOU who shall kneel down and grovel for forbearance and goodwill! GAHAHAHA!"

"...Psst, Zexion, why does he keep calling himself 'The Great Xemnas'? Roxas whispered to Zexion, who sat reading on one of the grey sofas beside him.

"He thinks speaking in the third makes him sound tyrannical and evil," Number VI explained to his colleague without looking up.

Roxas blinked a few times, digesting this, before asking, "...Does it?"

"In my opinion, Roxas, it makes him sound more like something that- well, come here..." Roxas leaned over and Zexion quickly whispered something into his ear.

"Oh..." Roxas' eyes widened. He turned around and peered over the back the back of the couch with eyes that were wide with wonder. "So you mean he's one of those things people call a jack-"

"Zexion!" Luxord yelled, quickly placing a hand over XIII's mouth, muffling his curse. "You have no need to add the words of the ruffians to the boy's vocabulary!"

"He asked," Zexion stated nonchalantly in his defense, his eyes still not straying from his book page.

Meanwhile, Axel and Xemnas were engaged in a heated argument about the superiority of their individual Pokemon; never actually getting to the battle that would really decide which team of monsters was really superior.

"My Magmortar could roast your Weavile alive and you know it!" Axel declared, putting his hands on his hips in a know-it-all fashion.

"Hah! The Great Xemnas says 'hah' to you! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Xemnas heavily emphasized each 'hah', saying it slowly and deliberately. "Don't you realize that his Weavile could easily withstand your puny Magmortar's fire type attacks even with the added super effective damage! Then his Pokemon would launch an obviously more powerful and superior blow and utterly destroy your deformed beast!" Xemnas crossed his arms and huffed in a satisfactory manner, obviously pleased with his argument.

"Yeah right!" Axel retorted, rolling his eyes and turning up his nose arrogantly, "like that'll ever happen!"

"Oh, but it will Number VIII... it will..." Xemnas said mystically, a shadow coming over his face, "and you'll see that grand, climactic, self-esteem shattering event right before you fall to your quivering and knocking knees, begging and begging The Great Xemnas for mercy that you will not in your wildest of wild dreams even hope to ever attain! So even though now you stand there - full of shameless pride and uncompromising belief in your own abilities - just know that you will fall, and it will be all the harder..."

Axel paused a moment, wondering how he could top such a terribly imperious and pompous speech. He found after a brief contemplation, he could not, so he simply repeated, "Like that'll ever happen..." Though it was said with much less confidence this time around.

"Huh! Nothing to say but a consistent stream of hillbillic short phrases, eh? The Great Xemnas has chortles at your expense, ignoramus!" Xemnas laughed heartily. "Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!"

"One: Hillbillic, is not a word," Zexion interjected, "two: That last line was flat out plagiarism; three: I hate you, and you're ugly.."

"THE GREAT XEMNAS SHALT NOT BE MOCKED, BOORISH FOOL! SO HE SILENCES YOU!"

"Oh, how frightened I am at your wrath - oh great Xemnas," Zexion replied in a bored tone, slamming his book shut and getting up and approaching the group, "I quiver and tremble at your mere 'mighty presence'."

"The Great Xemnas senses sarcasm..."

"The Great Xemnas is correct in his assumption."

"Hey! Can we get back on topic here?" Axel asked, not liking his conversation being forgotten.

"By all means Axel," Zexion told him, "by all-"

"Zexion!" Luxord broke in.

"I wasn't going to curse, Luxord," Zexion rolled his eyes, "I wasn't - I promise."

"You weren't?" Roxas asked, "but Axel told me emo boys always curse..."

Zexion glared at Axel. "Man! How many times must I tell you people that I'm. Not. Emo!"

Until we believe you presumably..." Axel said and laughed immediately at the cleverness he was sure his statement had possessed. Though Zexion was not nearly so amused as he:

"Shut up you-"

"Zexion!"

"I wasn't! And that also goes for you too, Luxord!"

"...Look, Zexion," Luxord began, walking over to where the squabble was taking place and putting a hand on VI's shoulder, "I just want to make sure our younger group members are bred in a safe, curse-free environme-"

"Oh please." Zexion waved him off. "Don't you go and give me that safe and secure c-"

"ZEXION!"

"I WASN'T!"

"Then what were you going to say, may I just ask?"

"I was going to say... er... 'contradiction'... Yeah... contradiction..."

"No, you were not!" Axel accused. "Admit it - you have a potty mouth!"

"I do not!"

"Zexion's got a potty mouth! Zexion's got a potty mouth!" Axel sang, beginning to dance around the room. This was done with such terrible, terrible choreography that it really embarrassed him more so than Zexion - though Number VI clearly didn't think this.

"Shut up!" he yelled at him, getting a bit red in the face.

"Zexion's got a potty-mouth! Zexion's got a potty-mouth!"

"Axel, if you don't knock it off, I'm-"

"Alright, that is it!" Saïx jumped up furiously from his spot in the corner at the computer, "I am through listening to you idiots garble on and on about your insane garbage! It is beyond fathoming, how every cursed day of my not-life, you can argue and argue about the same useless things! So I believe I'll just keep you out of my hair for a bit with a few CHORES!"

After the traditional unanimous chorus of disapproval and whining at the prospect of housework, Saïx began to bark out orders to all those present with the obvious exception of Xemnas. "You, Emo Kid in denial, go get dinner started - and don't poison it; you, kid I hate, quit whining, get off the floor, and go and sweep the chimney or something - anything that may be potentially hazardous to your health; you, Number VIII, go and dust the thrones in Where Nothing Gathers; you-"

"Hey, wait! I have a question!" Roxas interrupted, raising his hand as he again peeked over the back of the sofa.

"...What is it, Number XIII?" Saïx asked irritably.

"Well, if nothing gathers there, why would we have to clean it?" Roxas asked curiously, cocking his head to the side.

Saïx blinked a bit. He then turned to Axel, and said, "...Change of plans: You, Number VIII, take this noose I have been having serious contemplations about using, take that thing, and find a tree. It's rather self-explanatory."

"Now now, Saïx," Axel gingerly took the rope from his colleague's hands, "you don't really want anybody to choke little Roxas now do ya?" Axel walked over to where XIII sat and ruffled his blond hair playfully. "After all, he is our source of hearts."

"Hey! Stop that Axel!" Roxas said in protest, knocking Axel's hand away.

"Oh come on, you know you love it!"

"Hmmm... that statement you previously made was very true, VIII..." Xemnas noted, nodding slightly and looking uncharacteristically thoughtful, "very true indeed... So there is no alternative but heretofore, Number VII, The Great Xemnas hereby bans thee from placing any sort of death warrants on any participating members; and this laws shall also ban thee from ordering assassinations along these lines as well with the exception of Superior-authorized missions."

Axel gave Saïx a funny look and snickered, making VII turn away.

"Yes, sir," Saïx acknowledged the chiding, but inwardly did an eye roll.

"Heh, so I guess it's time for that battle now, eh Xemnas?" Axel asked, smirking.

"That is Superior or The Great Xemnas, to you, VIII. And yes, it is."

"H-Hey, wait a minute - I still have chores for them, Superior!" Saïx broke in spluttering.

Xemnas scoffed, "Huh! Chores! Who needs such drab and dismal things? The Great Xemnas has done not a single one in his not-life, and look where it has gotten him."

"Translation: Look where I have gotten him..." Saïx muttered under his breath.

"Did you say something, Number VII?" Xemnas asked.

"No sir..." Saïx replied with feigned innocence.

"Oh... well that's quite good. ...Anyway now you and The Great Xemnas shall have that battle, Number VIII." Xemnas said, though gesturing for everyone - not just Axel - in the room to follow him. "Come all, proceed to the stadium."

"Stadium!" Saïx snorted and rolled his again in disbelief, "it's a pair of stupid gameboys! What do you need possibly need a stadium for?"

"SILENCE!" Xemnas roared, stamping the ground with his boot.

"..." Saïx did silence outwardly, but inside he boiled with rage.


After a few minutes of walking about the castle, the twelve members of Organization XIII who were in the group Xemnas had collected walked into a large, circular-shaped room. The room had absolutely nothing in it; not a single lamp, window, or even flashlight was present in the area. Of course, this was a normal sight for the assembled Nobodies, as none of them were used to seeing light sources anyway, because all the rooms in the castle were somehow lit without these things anyway. What did make the room stand out to them, however, was the large round indent in the room's center, that stretched for approximately fifty feet across the floor - nearly covering the entire diameter in length.

"When did this get here...?" Saïx wondered aloud as he regarded the chamber, astonished and angry a room in the castle had been overlooked by he and his regime of Nobody charges.

"You and The Great Xemnas shall do battle here, Number VIII," Xemnas explained, pointing across the floor's indent to the other side of the room, "take your position there, please, and then battle will be commenced. Prepare yourself for a great and utter defeat at The Great Xemnas' hands!"

"Not likely!" Axel replied, running over to his side of the arena and made the world go all swirly like in the anime as he broke out his gameboy. "Bring it on, 'Great Xemnas'!" He said mockingly as he powered on.

"Remember, VIII," Xemnas said, glowering as he too brought out his device as well and powered it on dramatically, "this battle, shall decide, the fate of your world..."

"Excuse me?" Saïx asked bewilderedly, cleaning his ear to make sure he'd heard correctly.

"The Great Xemnas felt that a statement showing dramatic feeling was in order for such a momentous occasion as this! So shut up, be quiet, and watch!"

"...I have never heard of someone needing that much dramatic feeling for something as stupid as gameboys before..." Saïx uttered under his breath.

"What was that, Number VII?"

"Hm? Oh, I didn't say anything Superior..." Saïx pretended to look confused.

"Oh... The Great Xemnas' mind must be playing tricks on him... He could have sworn you muttered something..."

"Nope... And thank goodness that you - being the moron that you are - are hard of hearing..."

"What?" Xemnas asked.

"Nothing..."

"Hey!" Axel shouted, waving at Xemans. "Am I on a waiting list or something? Let's start this! Huh?"

"Patience is a virtue, Number VIII..." Xemnas stated before getting ready to link his game with Axel's. "Now then, let The Great Xemnas and you begin the battle that will determine who may hold the great and glorious status of: The TRUE Pokemon Master!"


TO BE CONTINUED

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Just kidding.


"Hey, Luxord, are you taking bets for this?" Zexion asked his cohort as they watched from the sidelines.

Luxord nodded. "Who can I put you down for? And for how much?"

"Xemnas," Zexion told him, counting out 200 munny and passing it to X, "just to spite Axel."

The Gambler of fate was about to reply sharply to this begrudging act, but decided in the end to hold his tongue - as he would simply be dismissed anyway.


Charizard used Fire Blast! It's not very effective...

"Grr..." Axel gritted his teeth as he realized he had made a stupid move using Fire Blast when he knew Xemnas had a Tentacruel to switch into the attack. "Of all the-"

"Axel..." Luxord chided from the audience, shaking his head

"Hah!" Zexion smirked at Axel, giving VIII reason to glare in retort.

"Well, Number VIII?" Xemnas asked expectantly as he studied his nails. "The Great Xemnas wonders what your next move will be!"

"Rrgh! I'll use Solar Beam!" Axel yelled, "Attack Charizard!" he was really wishing he could do something a little more exciting than tap the move on his screen to back up his exclamation.

"Hah! The Great Xemnas is - as you young people say - way ahead of you!"

Return, Tentacruel!

"No way!" Axel slapped his forehead. "Not again!"

Just a little more, hang in there Mandibuzz!

"...I'm really curious now... How old is he...?" Marluxia asked Vexen.

Vexen looked up from the notebook he was scribbling in. "Well, I believe last time I checked, he was- hey! Wait a minute, where did you come from? The Superior had told us all that this room was a secret!"

"Secrets from me?" Marluxia scoffed. "Please, Vexen!" The Graceful Assassin laughed heartily. "Anyway, I messed up Zexion's sock drawer and came to gloat about it." he smiled devilishly.

"You did WHAT?!" Zexion screamed, perfectly horrified his perfect order of socks had been dismantled. He immediately rushed off to fix what Marluxia had desecrated.

Both IV and XI ignored his outburst. "...What are they doing?" Marluxia asked, turning his attention to his two colleagues doing battle and screaming at each other.

"Oh, some type of heathen blood sport or something... I wasn't paying much attention; I was studying this Green-Breasted Lemur." Vexen pointed to a small metal cage containing some type of furry animal with a bright green chest. "It really is quite an interesting specimen."

"No offense Vexen, but oversized rodents don't really interest me that much..." Marluxia looks with distaste at the lemur.

"It's not a rodent!" Vexen shouted.

"Still don't care."

"You're such an ignoramus!"

"Hah! That's rich! Calling me an ignoramus when you have them to choose from!" XI pointed to Roxas - who was picking his nose and studying the contents intently - and to Axel - who was licking dirt off the side of his gameboy screen.

"Well they qualify without question..."


Blastoise used Hydro Pump! It's super effective!

"No! Stay with me Blaziken!" Axel yelled as he watched his Pokemon's health deplete. "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! You can survive! You can!"

But Axel's Blaziken's HP continued to get lower, and lower, and lower... until finally...

"Yes! Thank goodness!" Blaziken barely survived Xemnas' Blastoise's onslaught; one measly hit point remaining after the powerful blow. But that was all Axel needed for his comeback. The world once again went into a swirly alternate dimension as he commanded his final Pokemon to attack. "Now then Blaziken, finish that over-grown tortoise with a Sky Uppercut attack! Our victory is near!"

"Grr..." Xemnas began to sweat nervously.

"Hey, Luxord, are you taking bets even in the late-game?" Xaldin asked X as he approached him.

"Of course, a gambler's job is never done. Where can I put your munny?"

"Um... Axel, most definitely." Xaldin told him and put 300 hundred coins in Luxord's hand. "...I know what I put down." He reminded the him.

Luxord chuckled, "Smart move, Number III; I see that you remember the phrase: He who trusts a shill, will get his money made to nil."

"...What does a shill have to do with this...?"

"Nothing - I was trying to come up with some sort of parable or lesson or something..."

"How about: A fool and his money are soon parted?"

Luxord looked at Xaldin a moment, and blinked a few times before he glared and yelled, "Huh! Well if I'm too dumb for you, how about you go and find another bookie!" He dumped Xaldin's munny on the ground.

"Hey!" Xaldin shouted.

"...Psst, still taking bets?" Zexion pulled Luxord away from the rest of the spectators.

"From everybody except for Monkey-Face over there..." Luxord looked angrily toward Xaldin, who had decided a few moments previous to not pick up his scattered munny; lest he violate his boatload of pride.

"I see..." Zexion looked contemplative. "Well... I want to put a bet on Axel now... to soften my landing from all the munny I'm about to lose on Xemnas' defeat..."

"Mm..." Luxord clicked his tongue disappointedly as if he was criticizing Zexion for choosing Xemnas in the first place. This ticked Number VI off, but he didn't show it, simply placing 1000 munny in X's palm.

"It will be well watched," Luxord assured him before he put in... well... wherever he puts it.

Though we should get back to the battle, as now it was at its decisive and climactic point.


Blaziken used Sky Uppercut!

"Haha!" Axel jumped for joy as he read the message displayed on his screen, "Ha! And that's the end of you and your ego, Xemnas!"

"Grrgh! Well, you may have won now, now, Number VIII, but-"

Blaziken's attack missed!

"Say WHAT?!" Axel asked in alarm, eyes going directly back to the screen.

Both Xemnas' and Axel's eyes widened as the new message took over the text boxes on their screens.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Xemnas cackled, cracking his knuckles in elated preparation for what would be the true finishing blow. "THIS, FAIR AND UNFORTUNATE NUMBER VIII, IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SO IDIOTICALLY TANGLE WITH THE WORLD'S MOST POWERFUL AND BRILLIANT POKEMON TRAINER! THIS, THE GREAT XEMNAS IS AFRAID, IS WHAT HAPPENS, WHEN-"

"Uh... Xemnas...?" Demyx began, looking at his leader's screen oddly, "You had better finish this thing soon... your gameboy is about to-"

"DO NOT INTERRUPT THE GREAT XEMNAS, IDIOT!" Xemnas snapped.

"But Xemnas, it's your gameboy, it's about to-"

"THE GREAT XEMNAS SAID NOT TO INTERRUPT HIM! NOW THIS, HE REPEATS, NUMBER VIII, IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU SO FOOLISHLY-"

"But Xemnas!"

"GRR... WHAT, PRAY TELL, COULD BE SO IMPORTANT IT WARRANTS THE INTERRUPTION OF THE GREAT XEMNAS' BRILLIANT VICTORY SPEECH?!"

"Your gameboy, it's about to..."

*Boop...*

"Go dead..." Demyx finished, looking at the device sheepishly as he pursed his lips. He then scratched his head and shrugged. "Well... I was trying to tell you... it really wasn't my fault you weren't listening..."

Axel stared at his own screen in a happy, yet guilty manner, while reading the message in the little text box:

Error Code 86420:

Your opponent has disconnected.

Xemnas' right eye twitched slightly as he took in the news.

"...Well, if it makes you feel any better Xemnas," Axel started, "we can just say you won... as you probably would have anyway..."

"T-That's all right... Number VIII... The Great Xemnas forgives you..." Xemnas said, his voice cracking midway through the sentence. He then sniffled sadly, realizing his being a windbag had cost him his glorious victory. "...He... forgives you..." Xemnas let his head droop.

"Oh, don't cry Xemnas!" Xion ran over and patted him on the back in an attempt to comfort him, "Please stop crying! You know we hate it when you cry!"

"...We do?"

"Shut up Vexen!" Xion snapped.

"Hey! Don't you dare go and speak that way to your creator, puppet!"

Xion stuck her tongue out at Number IV angrily.

Vexen huffed as he shook his head. "Kids these days - no respect whatsoever to their elders!"

"Hey, Xemmy dear c'mon, just look on the bright side how about?" Marluxia suggested, squatting slightly to look Xemnas in the eye.

"...That was one of the most horribly structured sentences I have ever heard..." Xaldin slapped his forehead.

"Who asked you, Monkey Face?"

"Would you all stop calling me Monkey Face?! I bear no resemblance to any sort of monkey!"

"Personally, I think you're the missing-link Evolution scientists are looking for..."

"Come closer and say that..."

"Hey, Luxord..." Zexion discreetly pulled Number X away from everybody once again, "could I maybe ask you a quick question...?"

"What is it Zexion?" Luxord asked.

"...Well, what's going to happen to the munny put down now that the match is sort of a tie...?"

"Why, to the gamblers who bet on a tie as the outcome of course!"

"Who bet on that outcome?" Zexion asked bewilderedly.

"Um, just let me check the log I've been keeping for this..." Luxord pulled from his cloak pocket a small green notepad, "I recorded all the better's names, and the amounts they put down right in here... Ah - Here it is! Let me see..." He studied the notepad intently. "Well well well! It appears to me that I am the sole participant who was lucky enough to come out on top! I guess I'm to take the pot I suppose!" He smiled happily and walked off to store his won munny safely away in his safes.

Zexion stifled a sniffle as he watched his 1200 munny and a countless amount from the others go toward the unholy cause of Luxord's bottomless horde. "I'm upset..."

"News flash Emo Boy: Nobody cares!" Marluxia told him dismissively as he strutted past on his way out.

"And now I'm murderous..."

"Well, that was... interesting..." Saïx said slowly, with 'interesting' being a euphemism for 'a (beep!) waste of my time!' "But now let's all head back to the Gray Area where I'll assign chores."

"Dude!" Xigbar cried as Number VII ushered him out, "that was like, an AWESOME match!"

"Very nice, Number II," Saïx said curtly, "but it's time for a bit of work to be done, and I don't appreciate-"

But, I was like on the edge of my seat the whole time!" Xigbar told him.

"As I said - wonderful - but I need you to-"

"This was actually even more radical than that time me, you and Xehanort went to that bar down the road from Burger King in Radiant Garden, and you took off your pants, and-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH, XIGBAR!"

"Oooh... does little Saïx have secrets?" Axel materialized next to them wide-eyed with the prospect of juicy gossip.

"Never you mind." Saïx replied, meanwhile glaring at Xigbar.

"Hey, like, Saïx dude... you'd better move... you're like holding up the line man..." Xigbar pointed to the other members of the Organization, waiting for them to move from the doorway.

"Oh, sorry, I- hey! Wait a minute, I was the one telling you to- oh whatever..." Saïx held his head. "I'm going to bed!" The Luna Diviner stomped off, allowing everyone else to leave the room and enter the hall.

"Well... It's turned out to be a more eventful evening than expected, eh Xemnas?" Axel grinned as he slapped Number I on the back whilst laughing.

"I apologize, but I am much to upset and tired to converse with you at the moment, Number VIII," Xemnas said, "just please leave me be..."

Axel shrugged. "Alright Xe- HEY! Wait a minute, you're referring to yourself in the first person again!"

It was Xemnas' turn to shrug. "I just don't feel the drive for doing it another way anymore..." he waddled away sadly.

"...I hope he's going to be alright..." Roxas looked worriedly down the hall after their leader.

"Ah, he'll be fine," Axel dismissed him, "the guy's pretty tough."


I'm am sad to say, good reader, that this is all the events that occurred that cold, lonely snowy Tuesday evening with, of course, a slight exception to the fact that the remaining ten Nobodies in the assembled group on their way to their way back to the Gray Area, encountered a large yellow bull who tested each of their individual strengths in an ancient tradition from the Furnickle tribe called Aubu Blahblahblah. Then Zexion, being the only one in their party to pass this excruciating trial, then went with the yellow bull to become a rodeo clown and save the Mushroom Kingdom through the Power of Dance. After saving the Mushroom Kingdom, Zexion did have to win a lawsuit filed against him by Mario for impersonation, but this was a minor, minor thing, as were the others, and barely worth mentioning anyway. So you can just go off and do whatever it is you planned to do after reading this. Okay? Go on, shoo!


Author Note: Alright then... that was pretty fun to write! Though I don't know if it came out as well as the previous chapter... Your opinions would be appreciated! You can put them in those REVIEWS you were going to write. No, seriously, review please - we feed on them in my country!