Hey guys! New chapter! So, because I'm waiting for you guys to vote or add more ideas to the poll, I'm going to give you guys a weird chapter. However, I don't do filler; this chapter will be as important as all the other ones.

I also found two continuity snarls: Ms. Larxene the Physics teacher has been changed to Mr. Vexen the Physics teacher. Namine was wearing a tank top when she went to the movies with the gang, not a V-neck. Both mistakes are in Chapter 2. SORRY ABOUT THAT!!! DX

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS OR ANY OF ITS INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES AND CHARACTERS!

I just own this story. Enjoy!

I didn't think about my status as Vanitas's new girlfriend. I didn't think about it when I took a shower, I didn't think about it as I brushed my teeth, and I didn't think about it as I went to bed.

I dreamed about it.

You know that feeling, when you're absolutely terrified, when your heart just stops. You panic, your brain races, and electricity tingles throughout your body as neural impulses fly everywhere.

I sat up in my bed, shivering.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, I'm a girlfriend," I muttered.

What was I supposed to do as a girlfriend? How was I supposed to stay as Vanitas's girlfriend? How was I supposed to BE a girlfriend? Like, how should I act?

The questions rampaged through my head, fraying my nerves beyond what even a good night's sleep could repair. I know I was spazzing out, but in my opinion spazzing out at that moment was perfectly reasonable.

I slowly got out of bed, swinging my legs over the side. I had to talk to someone.

Maybe talking to Kairi would help; she was Sora's girlfriend after all. Maybe she could give me a few pointers…

As I trudged over to my laptop, I heard a loud twang. I whirled around, startled, wondering what it was.

Another twang, followed by a curse, led me to my window. I pulled the curtains aside and peered down.

Roxas and the guy with the blond mullet were standing below my window. Both of them were dressed like Robin Hood's Merry Men, in Lincoln green, right down to robin feathers tucked in their caps.

What was going through my mind, and likely yours, in a nutshell:

What the FUCK were those two doing?

"Roxas, what are you doing here?" I shouted down, irritated.

"Serenading you, my lovely lady," he replied.

"Oh," I said, scratching my head. "Okay. Why?"

The blond guy didn't look too happy to be here. In fact, he was glaring daggers at Roxas every other second. He spoke up before Roxas could answer. "Namine, let's get this clear—Roxas blackmailed me into doing this," he called.

"You think I don't know that?" I answered. "You two look ridiculous. What kind of idiot would dress in Lincoln green?"

"Why, you say?" Roxas interrupted. "A man's sense will never conquer his heart."

"No shit," I replied sarcastically. "You're a shining example of that kind of moron."

The mullet guy shook his head. "Ditto. By the way, I'm Demyx, ashamed to be this dimwit's older brother," he offered, leveling an accusatory finger at Roxas. "Nice to meet you."

"Same here," I said. "Now can we get this over with so I can go back to sleep?"

Demyx sat down and clutched his head. "Oh man, you're in for one helluva long night, Namine."

I immediately went back to my laptop and sent an invitation to Kairi. To my surprise she was online at two in the morning. Did that girl sleep at all?

All the while Roxas's singing violated my ears. Demyx's guitar playing was wonderful to listen to at first, but Roxas's horrible voice killed the effect the moment the spiky-haired blond opened his mouth. I won't even tell you what he was singing.

I shut the window less than thirty seconds after the vocals began, but I could still hear it, THAT'S how loud Roxas was singing. It was a wonder he hadn't woken up everybody in the neighborhood.

Hey Kairi –Namine Farron

Namine! Whats up? How was your date? –Kairi Strife

Great. But Roxas is singing to me from my backyard. –Namine Farron

Ouch… --Kairi Strife

I know. His voice is terrible. –Namine Farron

Sora told me about how Roxas sings in the shower. He said it was loud enough that three doors and a pair of earmuffs couldn't block it out. –Kairi Strife

Demyx is with him. I feel sorry for the guy. –Namine Farron

Demyx? Oh you mean their older brother. –Kairi Strife

Yeah. He looked like he was about to kill Roxas. –Namine Farron

By this point Roxas had stopped singing and had switched to shouting out cheesy poetry at the top of his voice. I wouldn't sleep tonight because of my nerves; talking to Kairi had fixed that. Oh no, my insomniac status for the night would be caused by the bastard currently screaming verses at me.

"But thou art not the target of my rage, for thou art thy lovely phantom of my dreams…" Roxas blared in a tacky English accent at my window. God, was the guy using a microphone or something? His yelling was that loud!

And now he's saying poetry! DX –Namine Farron

He is? –Kairi Strife

Yeah! His poetry sucks! –Namine Farron

Actually, I heard that he reduced an English teacher to tears with his poetry –Kairi Strife

He probably insulted the poor teacher. Bastard. –Namine Farron

Why are you so stubborn about him? –Kairi Strife

What are you talking about? –Namine Farron

You know exactly what. *grins evilly* --Kairi Strife

No I don't. –Namine Farron

Kairi Strife has left.

Kairi? –Namine Farron

KAIRI? –Namine Farron

Bitch. –Namine Farron

Annoyed by Kairi ending a conversation on me for the second time, I slapped my laptop shut. Roxas's never ending stream of poetry wasn't helping either.

I walked over to my window, opened it, and looked out. Demyx had apparently already left out of humiliation.

As for Roxas, he was turning blue from all that rambling, and yet he was still talking loud enough that I could hear him.

"Roxas, I appreciate your singing to me and all, but could you just go home already?" I groaned.

"Never!" he declared.

"We'll see about that!" I shot back.

Now, Aqua had an old BB gun lying around somewhere that Terra had given her as a sign of his love. In retaliation she'd given him one of her tutus from when she took ballet class as a kid, and forced him to wear it as proof of her love. Weirdos, the both of them.

Anyways, the gun was still loaded, or so I hoped. A quick check of the clip confirmed my expectation. I'd never used a BB gun in my life, but observation of the guns in my video games had given me a rough approximation of how they were operated.

I sighted in at the ground next to Roxas's feet and fired. He didn't even flinch.

My warning shot having no effect, I aimed at his face and pulled the trigger. He dodged that shot, nimbly dancing away.

I had to laugh at his evasion tactics; he looked for all the world like a jester doing an Irish jig.

Still, I wanted to convince him to go away, so I sighted in again and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.

"Crap, no more bullets," I muttered, setting down the BB gun.

"Does milady no longer have the will to shoot at her man?" Roxas shouted.

"Alright, I give up. What do I have to do so you'll just go?" I yelled.

Roxas theatrically adopted a Thinker pose. "Hmmm," he mused, hand stroking his chin. "How about a kiss?"

I slammed down the window so hard the glass in one corner cracked.

Roxas eventually went away after I refused to respond to his catcalls. The minute he did I leaped into bed and curled up, hugging my sheets and closing my eyes.

The next thing I knew I was in a stark white room, with gleaming surfaces.

"Where am I?" I wondered aloud. Looking around, I saw that the room was huge, stretching on for what seemed like miles.

"Hey there!" a voice said behind me. I jumped, startled.

I turned around, curious as to who else was in this dream world, and shrieked in horror.

My own disembodied face was staring back at me.

I leaped back, falling on my butt, using whatever parts of me in contact with the floor to scoot away from that…that…thing.

It advanced on me, and I hastily got up and backed away even further.

"I'm so excited to meet you!" the face squealed. "I've got a lot of people for you to meet!"

The face looked like it was part of an invisible head, as it wasn't flat and ghostly like a theatre mask. That just made it even more disturbing.

"Who?" I asked the face warily.

"Namine, silly! Didn't you know?" my face scolded me. It giggled. "My name is Namine too."

"O—kay…" I replied slowly. "I'm Namine, too."

It looked at me, annoyed. "No you're not," it said flatly.

"Yes I am," I retorted. "You're my face."

It raised an eyebrow in confusion. Seeing my own face looking back at me like that without me controlling it was so creepy that I couldn't keep from shuddering a bit.

It noticed my discomfort, and said, "Come on, let's go!" The face sped away, and I had to run after it or be left behind.

Finally, we got there, or wherever. Everywhere I went in the room still looked like the same spot I started off.

"So where is everybody?" I inquired.

It grinned broadly. "They're here already!"

"Wha—" I made to ask what it meant, but my question died in my throat as hundreds of faces, all of them mine, appeared out of nowhere and swirled overhead.

I fell to my knees, barely choking out a squeak of surprise.

"Hihihihihihihihihihihihi…" the faces droned, in every tone and pitch that I had ever used.

"Hi, there," I replied shakily.

A face, twisted with anger, descended from the overhead cloud. "Who're you?" it spat.

"N-N-N—" I stuttered, intimidated.

"Just spit it out," another face stated coolly.

"Awww, she's scared…" a third face sneered. This one had an arrogant smirk plastered on its—MY—face.

"Namine," I said, swallowing hard. I gathered my resolve and looked my faces straight in the eye. "My name is Namine," I repeated, much more loudly.

"Bullshit," a serious looking face said. "You're not Namine."

"Yeah, like, did you, like, think we were, like, stupid or something?" a valley girl face mocked. "I mean, seriously…"

"I am Namine!" I shouted, pissed off.

"Prove it," the serious face said in a deadpan tone.

"Here's a hint," the cool face added. "Are we your face?"

"Yes!" I declared confidently.

"I don't know…" the arrogant face shot back. "I'm pretty sure we don't look as ugly as you…"

I ignored the arrogant face's taunt and looked around for an idea. I got one.

The floor was burnished and reflective; it would make a good mirror.

"I'm going to prove, once and for all, I'm Namine," I shouted. "Look down!"

Then I, and all the faces, looked down.

My mouth opened and closed, flapping like a fish out of water.

No…no…that's…impossible....

The scream never made it past my lips. Or maybe it did, and I didn't hear it. All of the faces were laughing in derision.

Because in the mirrored surface of the floor, the Namine I saw had no face.

I don't really like how I wrote this chapter. I think I botched the delivery of the dream sequence.

But my opinion's just mine; what do you guys think of Chapter 9?

As for the locker room incident, I'm still trying to brainstorm what happened within the canon of my story. It's pretty tough; the incident itself must be both funny and believable.

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