So here you are! Chapters! Let's see how many…wait…lemme; count…one, two, six, eleven.

Riku: Four, Rena, four.

Anyway, I think I've been getting a lot done on this. Actually, all of them. . Hooray! I've been on the computer a lot.

Riku: Yeah, I noticed the butt mold on the chair.

It makes it comfy when I sit down! Hmph.

Whatever. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts characters aren't mine, either are the logo or songs. So relax! I would never steal that wonderful production. Eagles lyrics are owned by themm.


I was a few weeks into the job. It was actually pretty fun! I knew everyone now. Except that punky kid. Hated her. I walked into the studio, sat down, and put my feet up. I knew this by heart now.

"On air in, five, four," then the routine mouthed numbers. I found out that guys name was Mike, but I call him Mr. Bleach. He was kind of my secretary/studio director, so he got my drinks and stuff like that. Ever since that coffee incident – I still shudder thinking about it – I started drinking Gatorade. Good stuff!

"Hello out there my lovely listeners, you're listening to KH FM, your one and only source of Kingdom Hearts music and info. Today I have a helluva lotta mail, so let's hear a song, then I start reading! Put your hands together for the original Passion by Utada Hikaru."

The drumbeat started, and I called in Mike.

"MR. BLEACH! GET IN HERE!"

The door cracked open and he wandered in.

"What." He stated blankly.

"I have a lot of mail today so if there are ANY letters insulting me, I'm gunna let the listeners know they will promptly be shoved into the water tank, and you are the lucky devil who gets to!" He looked at me as if I was a crazy woman. I got that look an awful lot. "Grab me a Gatorade while your at it kay?"

He shifted out of the room, and in a few minutes had my Gatorade. Cherryice. I hated that flavor, and he knew it, or maybe that was the secretary who knew it. Who cares. I was in the mood to renew my softball-pitching arm. So I threw it at him.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" he yelled, rubbing his head.

"I hate cherryice Gatorade. Duh. Get me another." I turned around and edited the day's play list calmly, hiding my devilish smirk.

"But –" Mr. Bleach started

"That's all." I shoed him away with my hand, and he shuffled through the soundproofed door, scowling the way.

I glared at the stacks of envelopes. I picked up the one nearest to me and tore it open. Pulling on my headphones I started reading the letter inside.

"Dear Rena,

I am having this problem with Kingdom Hearts. I just can't seem to beat Sepheroth! He's so hard to get past. It annoys me! Any tips?

Sora."

"Well Sora, I hate to tell you this, but you'll probably never be able to beat him. I don't see why you'd want to anyway. He's a pansy that goes around killing people with his invisible chorus singing "seph-ir-oth!" I heard some screams from outside. "It's not worth it. After you killed him, what would you say?" Somebody's having a temper tantrum, I thought when I heard tables being overthrown.'Oh, I totally beat this dude with long hair and a theme song. Adurhur.' I don't think so." Wait…tables being overturned…people screaming.

NOT THIS AGAIN.

"WellIamgunnahavetotakeabreak,butstaytunedforsomemoremusicthatyoulove!"

I can talk fast if I need to.

I don't like to need to.

I heard it now.

Not the clomping footsteps to my door.

Not the reaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly angry growl.

No.

None of that.

The last thing I remember, I was running for the door. Trying to find the passage back to the place I was before.

No, not that.

Those are Eagles lyrics.

Good song though.

It does describe what happened.

I was running to the door to lock it when I tripped over a coffee mug holder.

Coffee.

I hate it.

My forehead it the side of the dj table and everything toppled on me.

Then I heard it.

The dreaded music.

The last thing I heard before I passed out.

An ugly chorus chanting

"Seph-ir-oth!"