Hi guys. I'm an idiot who can't update shit like I'm supposed to. Go ahead and rant if/when you review about the lateness; I don't mind. Actually, if you did that, you'd be perfectly justified. I think I'll be surprised if no one rants in their review. Lol. /shot

I have no idea why I was so freaking happy while I was writing Zac and Ajare's parts. Lol.

Also—I was not high when I wrote this. Dx And I can't write anymore, so forgive me, please.

Chapter Two
Misplaced

Zac was fairly sure he wasn't on a world filled with elves and other mythical creatures; he was also certain this world wasn't one out of a book. So why, he asked himself, does the place remind him of a city of elves?

It was indeed a city, albeit perhaps a small one; there were many houses, and he thought he saw a market street once or twice. The golden temple was vast, and was definitely not vertically challenged. He had to crane his neck to stare at the top, and that made the sun glare into his eyes, burning them. Ow.

He forced his head down so his eyes wouldn't be permanently damaged (he'd die if he became blind just because of the sun—getting skin cancer would at least be a cooler way to die). He blinked rapidly a few times so the multi-colored lights would calm down a bit. He didn't want them distracting him; he might look like he was on LSD or something.

Drugs, not hugs.

He could have slapped himself for thinking that.

I need to get a life. Like. Now.

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Ajare had made it to the city. Some of the houses he passed were colored a nice crimson, giving off a warm impression. One was even magenta; it made him think that either these people were trying too hard to appear friendly, or they really were as kind as the image they expressed.

The streets looked empty to him; it came as a surprise when he saw people—or, more specifically, two women. The blonde was leading the brunette, and she was chatting animatedly to her companion, although the green-eyed female looked like she would rather be in a pit of sharks than where she was.

Ajare raised an eyebrow. Strange people, indeed.

"And this is Gen Street," the blonde was saying. "It's not really called that, but we still call it Gen Street, 'cause of Genesis."

"Genesis?" The brunette looked at her... 'Friend' strangely. "Wasn't he... Evil?"

"Oh, who knows," replied the girl airily.

Ajare shrugged and continued walking. Whoever they were, he didn't really want to talk to them yet. They seemed pretty strange, and God knows he didn't need any more odd people in his life.

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Alex was still lost. She knew, then, to never underestimate a forest again. It was very confusing. She ended up marking trees so she'd know if she was going in circles.

It turned out that she really was.

"Damn you, trees!" she shouted, kicking one. "Why won't you let me out?!"

She attacked the tree some more to vent out her anger, before sitting down heavily on a log when she was finished. She pouted, crossing her arms.

"It would be really nice if I got a Keyblade like Sora," she sighed. I just hope the Heartless don't attack before then...

Of course, Fate was not on her side. Three Scarlet Tangos appeared.

Alex took one look at them, and turned tail and ran.

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Yuri was very close to the temple. In fact, she was only a few streets away from it. She was taking her time and admiring the buildings around her as she strolled.

She was startled when a man popped out of nowhere, right in front of her. She immediately backed away; who knew what he was? For all she knew, he could be a serial killer!

"Why, hello, there," the man greeted, his grin feral.

"H-hi," Yuri replied cautiously.

"You can never be too careful these days, eh?" the male cackled. "Don't worry, I'm not a murderer, a rapist, or a criminal. My name's Faust."

"... I'm... Yuri."

"Pleasure to meet you, Yuri. 'Tis a pity; I have no time for idle chatter. Ta-ta for now!"

With a wave, Faust left her.

Yuri stared dumbly at his retreating figure, speechless.