Sorry this chapter took so long. I've been a bit sick and my girlfriends ex has been attempting to kill me. Thankfully, I am very good at talking people out of doing rash and stupid things like that, so here I am, still alive…

This chapter will be very crappy. I am still not feeling all that well, and I have writers block on how to show Sora's emotions about Kairi's act. … As for Kairi's fate… that will be revealed later. When I actually decide what her fate will be.

This is another short chapter. I will write long chapters as soon as I have the time to. Which should be in a couple of weeks. Well, enjoy this chapter for now.

Chapter 20: Orders

As we were watching the marathon of Miyazaki's films, a knock came at the door. I was forced to remove myself from my very comfortable bed to answer it. God damn it. Why does this always happen when we get to the good part of Porco Russo! A movie featuring a pig that flies a freaking airplane deserves to be watched all the way through, not stopped just at the climax!

So, I answered the door. It slid open to reveal a rather nervous looking Soldier clutching a manila envelope so tightly in his shaking hands that it was actually wrinkling. I could hear it crinkle from where I stood.

"um…. Sir… I… I have these orders for you…" the Soldier stammered out, shivering with what appeared to be fear. He stuck his hand out. I grabbed the orders from his hand.

"Why so nervous?" I asked him. The Soldier seemed to pale, though that is anatomically impossible for a Heartless.

"Me… nervous? Why do you think so?" he said as his eyes darted around, looking for an escape path.

"There's no reason to be frightened." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, or rather where his shoulder would be if he had still occupied that point in space. He had run off at quite the respectable speed for a Soldier.

I shook my head in wonder. I mean, really. We haven't done anything to make the common troops fear us… well, except for setting some of the more annoying ones on fire… and causing their heads to explode… and just outright killing that one Vendor who wouldn't leave us the hell alone. We don't want any means we do not want any of what you're selling! If we stab you for not knowing that, it is not our fault. It is your fault for being such an annoying twit. Besides, what the hell are we going to do with some of that crap anyway? Just cause High Command instituted a rule that we all have to carry some odd amount of money and/or weird material like a chunk of mythril on us at all times so we can drop it if we die in combat doesn't mean we have to buy it from you.

I went back inside, envelope in hand. When the others saw the envelope in my gras , they paused the movie and looked at me with expectant expressions as I opened the envelope. Within was contained a set of orders, similar to the ones I received that got me here in appearance. They read:

Captain Shade, Lieutenants Vestara and Domovoi, and Vergere,

You are ordered to proceed with all haste to the hangar bay where you will receive further orders. Bring all necessary items for battle with you. Do not bring more than 3 pounds of non essential items with you. All of your non essential personal effects will be cared for in your possible absence.

The Admiral

Crap. And I was just getting used to being here. Oh well. We stood around in silence for about a minute, and then we began to pack up our shit. We brought relatively few things with us, mostly personal effects like pictures of Hollow Bastion and diaries and crap like that. I brought some books. Vergere also brought some books I have no idea what everybody else packed.

Ten minutes after receiving the orders, we were on our way to the hangar.

"I wonder where we are going?" said Domovoi in a curious tone of voice as we walked,

" To the hangar." Me and Vestara said at the same time, much to our amusement.

"not what I meant, dumbasses. I meant where are we being shipped off to now?" he said, exasperated.

"Oh… probably some hellhole of a world so that we could rally the troops and give us victory. Or maybe some really high profile world that demands the best of the best to attack it. Or maybe some place for us to train in our new powers and bodies so we can kill the Nobodies in ever more awesome ways. We'll only find out when we get there." Said Vergere.

'"True. Very true." I said. That was pretty much the end of the conversation. We walked in relative silence the rest of the way to the hangar. By relative, I mean that there was the occasional firing off of Fire spells at Big Bodies that refused to go any faster, Domovoi got stuck in the turbolift, and we saw some Heartless retching from the cafeteria food. Janitorial staff were there before they even threw up. Efficiency at its finest.

After about ten minutes of walking, we got to the hangar, where they had something in store for us that we would never have seen coming. Something so surprising that if we had known beforehand about it, we would have refused to go to the hangar and probably have hid beneath the covers until they decided to leave us alone. It was a surprise worse than a suicide mission, worse than a recon mission into the deepest recesses of the 9 hells of legend. We were to assassinate a new wave of keyblade wielding heroes… one of whom has the name Sora.

Another keyblade wielding idiot named Sora running around. That is just what we need right now. Yep. We need it like I need nitric acid poured all over my body.

Fuck. Why does this shit always get passed on to us? I mean really. Sure were the elites, but don't we have Heartless that are designed to be assassins? I really hate my life at times.

… Things are going to get very interesting from here on out. Next chapter will be about Sora and Kairi. I swear. Please review. Till next time, my friends, adios.