Disclaimer: I the first time in several months, I don't own Kingdom Hearts (hey, that sorta rhymed!!!). I own…everything that I've owned so far! And…other stuff…What other stuff? Um…I DON'T KNOW!!! WHY ARE YOU PRESURING ME?

It has been…Well, I don't know how many months…It was since DECEMBER!!! And it is now JUNE of the NEXT YEAR! XD Anyways, I is not dead, I was simply taking a…hiatus, of sorts. But now I is BACK! XD Enjoy what you've waited so long for! I promise I'll try to make it worth your wait!

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"IsealeditIsealeditIsealedit!" screamed Sora, bouncing up and down. "What now? What nownownow? What n-"

Sora stopped in mid-sentence. The color drained from his face, and he swayed from side to side for a moment.

I waved my hand in front of Sora's face. "Traverse Town to Sora!" I called. He simply stared into space. It was like yelling at a brick wall. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"

Suddenly, Sora simply fell down. He hit the concrete with a loud "thud" and didn't make any effort to get up.

My concern for him rushed back, and immediately kneeled down and shook him. Confused and worried thoughts flew through my mind at a mile a minute. Was it bad to give someone to many potions/cure spells? What if he was poisoned from the overdose? Did we need to get him to a hospital?

Donald and Goofy obviously shared my concerns, for they were kneeling beside Sora as well, trying to revive him. Donald was viciously slapping his face, and Goofy was slowly peeling up his eyelids.

"Gawrsh," said Goofy, examining Sora's eye. "He looks really tired, a'hyuk!"

"Tired?" I said, puzzled. When Goofy let go of Sora's eyelid, I examined his face. He was smiling peacefully and breathing heavily. "I've never seen Sora sleep this deeply. I mean, he was pretty lazy back at home, but he's never slept like this before."

"He's exhausted all the energy he got from the potions and cure spells," explained the voice in my head. "He'll probably sleep for the rest of the night. Maybe you should take him to the hotel on the Second District. He'll be fine by tomorrow morning."

…Won't we have to protect him from Heartless? I asked.

"Unfortunately…"

And you can't help with any of this?

"Nope."

Thought so…You're just the disembodied voice in my head.

"Not in your head. In your heart."

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"Gawrsh," said Goofy. "You think he's got a conconcious?" We were in one of the rooms of the Second District hotel, watching Sora sleep peacefully. Donald, Goofy, and I were covered with bruises and scratches, but Sora was untouched. The Heartless didn't take it easy on us just because we had a wounded teammate.

"Got a what?" I asked Goofy.

"A conconcious!"

Donald shot an exasperated look at Goofy, and then turned to me. "He's trying to say-" Donald stopped. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because he's my brother. I need to know what Goofy thinks is wrong with him."

"A conconcious, a'hyuk!" Goofy cried.

"Nope, no way I'm tellin' you!" Donald said triumphantly. "You'll have to figure Goofy out for yourself!"

"Why?" I asked, angry and confused.

"Well, if you really want me to tell you…" Donald said slyly, "Then you'll have to say…you're sorry!"

"Sorry? For what?"

"For everything, you evil child of Malefi- I mean, you jerk!"

"No thanks! I'll just figure out Goofy myself! Goofy, what'd you think Sora has?"

"A conconcious! You know, a conconcious is like…a conconcious! Donald knows what a conconcious is! A conconcious!"

Donald was becoming very annoyed with Goofy's seemingly made-up word. He glared at Goofy, and I thought that he would explode if Goofy said "conconcious" one more time.

"Donald, it's a conconcious!" whined Goofy, wishing someone knew what he was saying.

"You mean a concussion, you big palooka!" Donald screamed, almost waking up Sora.

"Oh, a concussion! Thank you, Donald!" I said sweetly, and then climbed into bed. "G'night, everyone."

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"Hey, that was an awfully clever way of getting Donald to tell you what Goofy meant!" came a voice. I sat bolt upright and looked around. Everything was dark, and Donald, Goofy, and Sora were fast asleep. "Who are you?" I asked the voice.

"Getting straight to the point! I like that about you, Skyler. You've got character."

"Huh?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake! You can't see me, can you? I always hated being small!"

There was a rustling near Donald's hat, and then the voice spoke again.

"Can you see me now?"

I shook my head, and then realized that it was too dark for anyone to see anything. The voice seemed to realize that, too.

"How about now?" A tiny cricket in a suit was standing proudly in front of me, illuminated by the light of a flashlight.

"Jiminy! Why didn't you tell me that it was you?" I asked, bewildered. "And where have you been all this time? I haven't spoken with you since I first met Donald and Goofy!"

"Oh, I've been living under Donald's hat for quite some time now. I bet the others have all forgotten about me by now. I've been rather quiet, but I've been recording our adventure in my journal! Here!"

He handed he a tiny notebook no larger than my pinky fingernail. I cautiously opened it.

"Jiminy, the writing is so small! How do you do it?"

"Never mind that. The point is, Donald's hat is becoming…cramped. I'm looking for a change of scenery. I'd like to live in your pocket!" He made it sound like I had won the lottery. I said nothing.

"Oh, don't think it would attract any unneeded attention!" Jiminy said. "I think the others have all forgotten about me."

In the bunk above me, Sora rolled over. "Jiminy Cricket…Donald's hat…journal…" he murmured in his sleep.

Jiminy cleared his throat. "So, what do you say?"

I thought for a moment. I was exhausted, and I knew that Jiminy would keep annoying me if I didn't agree to his…housing arrangement.

"Okay, fine," I said.

"Oh, goody!" Jiminy practically squealed. "I promise I won't be a bother. You just go on with life, and you won't even notice me! I'll be so quiet, I'll-"

"Let me go back to bed before I squash you!" I said, annoyed.

"O-okay…"

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" came a scream. "Skyler! Skyler! Wake up! This is an emergency!"

Groggily, I opened an eye. Jiminy was bouncing up and down on my stomach. He looked extremely worried.

"What?" I asked, my voice tired and hoarse.

"Your pants! They have no pockets!" shrieked Jiminy. "We have to go the Accessory Shop right away!"

"What about the others?"

"What others?"

"Sora, Donald, and Goofy!"

"Oh, them. I already woke them up. This is an emergency! Quickly! Before they close!"

"Jiminy," I said, looking at the clock on the wall, "It's only 8:00 AM. The store isn't going to close for another twelve-"

"Hurry! Pleeaaassseee!!!!"

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"Well, well, as I live and breath. If it isn't Pinocchio!" exclaimed Jiminy. We had just entered the Accessory Shop, and before I could even ask the new store owner (Cid had gone to work as a gummi ship engineer) if he sold pants, Jiminy had spotted a small wooden puppet-boy sitting near the fireplace.

"Oh. Hi, Jiminy," said the puppet.

"What in the world are you doing down here?" Jiminy demanded.

"Um…playing hide-and-seek!"

"I just don't believe it. And here I was, up all night, worried sick about you!"

Up all night worried sick about him? He was up all night worrying if my pants had pockets!

"Why of all the-" Jiminy stopped mid-sentence. "Pinocchio!"

Pinocchio's nose had grown several inches.

"Pinocchio!" exclaimed Jiminy. "Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes!"

"Then tell me, what is this?" Jiminy pointed to a small box that Pinocchio was hiding behind his back.

"It was a present!" Pinocchio insisted.

"No fibbing, now! You know you're not supposed to tell lies. A lie only grows and grows, 'til you get caught! Plain as the nose on your face!"

"But if you want something, why wait? Why not just take it?"

"Oh, my! Who told you that? You need some advice from your conscience!"

"That's right! You're my conscience, Jiminy! I'll never tell lies as long as you're around."

Pinocchio's nose shrank and returned to normal length.

"You need to be good so you can become a real boy. You promised Geppetto you would be, right?" Jiminy coaxed.

"Oh! Do you know where Father is?" Pinocchio suddenly questioned.
"He's not with you?"
"Jiminy, let's go find Father!"
" Now, hold on! There are all sorts of dangers and temptations out there!" Jiminy scolded. "You're telling me," I muttered, but Jiminy didn't hear. Many of the bruises and scratches from defending Sora from the Heartless the previous day had not healed.

"I'll go find Geppetto, so you just wait here. These fellows here will be helping me." Jiminy continued.

"We will?" Sora suddenly blurted out. He had been too tired to realize that he was being volunteered before it was too late.

"Well, shall we go, Sora? Oh, Skyler, are you done buying the pants yet?"

"You could have asked us first," Sora whined.

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"Oh, these pants are very nice!" squealed Jiminy, who was in the pocket of the new pants I bought. I was wearing my normal blue shirt with my new pants. They were similar to my old ones, which were plain white pants, but these new ones had four pockets (one on the right side, one on the left, and two in the back), as well as too many buckles, clasps, and zippers to count.

"Hey, I thought you said you'd be a quiet guest!" I hissed to Jiminy. We were in the gummi ship, trying to decide who would drive.

"Sorry," said Jiminy, and slipped into my pocket.

"Donald," I said, ignoring Jiminy. "I have a proposal."

"Aw, phooey! Again?"

"Yeah. So listen. I'll let you pick the next world if you let me drive."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Sora. "Well, I'll let you pick the next five worlds if you let me drive!"

"NO!" shouted Donald. "I have to drive! Both of you are too young!" He smiled slyly. "But…thank you for letting me pick the world!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

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Well, it ish over. The chapter, I mean. I know, this one was sort of pointless…especially the conconcious part…I think this chapter was more of a filler than anything else…nothing really happened, except the Pinocchio part, because I needed a way to lead up to that. I hadn't mentioned Jiminy since Chapter 3, and I couldn't make him just "appear" in that Accessory Shop scene…Oh well. Next chapter, I promise, something will actually happen! -fireworks and confetti- Don't worry, you won't have to wait as long this time…probably. I actually have an idea for the next chapter. –more fireworks and confetti appear along with little Hawaiian drinks with mini umbrellas sticking out- YAY! –grabs a drink- A toast to…my aliveness!