Aanyx stood, cracking her back with a stretch, letting her sigh fall heavy in the cockpit. "Someone's happy this morning." Sora commented lightly, walking into the room with a cocky air about him. "And yet your deportment already encumbers it." Aanyx drawled, not looking at him as she made her way towards the door. Goofy scratched his head, "You did what now?"

"He's messing up shit as usual!" Aanyx call filled the cabin, making the trio flinch in tandem. "What did you do this time? You didn't wake her up again, did you?" Donald asked worriedly, remembering all too well the outcome of last time the keybearer had disturbed the girl before daybreak. "All I did was walk in the room!" Sora insisted with a frown. "Yeah, and you don't get the fuck out here that's all you'll be doing!" Aanyx's voice once more echoed back to them as she stood within view of the windshield.

Sora looked at the others, "…How does she do that?" before suddenly doing a double take. For some unknown reason, Aanyx was once more in costume, easily blending in with the Arabian scene. She wore a slightly bagged cotton shirt, off-white in color, its sleeves drooping to her elbows. A charcoal sash wrapped around her hips, a familiar skull-tipped dagger protruding from its folds. Her pants were shockingly poufy—a sort of faded olive in color—tucked into black boots at the knee that bore the same curled toes as most every other shoe in the world. Her braid now began from just behind her ear, slung over her left shoulder to give her a shockingly feministic air about her.

"How come your clothes change when ours don't?" Sora asked in greeting as he, Donald, and Goofy met her back outside. "Because unlike some airheads I know, I actually pay attention to my surroundings enough to tell when my normal clothes are inappropriate. It is far easier to slip unnoticed in a crowd when you fit the part."

"How d'you know?"

"Think about it, dumbass. While someone was taking a year-long nap, I've been to more worlds than you could count in your dizziest daydreams. And trust me when I say it's easier to insult an Other-worlder than it is to teach a goblin to do the Macarena."

"….What?"

Aanyx sighed and waved it off, heading towards the marketplace, "Forget it…I'm off to find someone intelligent to hold a conversation with."

"Shouldn't we stick together?"

"And make the world painfully aware of your belt fetish? I'll pass, thanks."

Aanyx had long-since given up on talking to them directly—especially when she appeared to be using words too big for their vocabulary anyhow—and instead flicked a wrist in their direction just above her shoulder as she continued to silently slip into the growing morning din of the Marketplace. She couldn't help the wry grin from spreading on her face as she recalled that none-too-fond memory—a challenge by the Goblin King himself to attempt to amuse the goblins that would have otherwise wrecked a high-and-mighty party Jareth was forced to host for the Fae Court.

That was the one thing she didn't care about visiting her creator's twin—while Jareth was a definite father-figure, and his Kingdom was adventure's solid form, the Goblin Kingdom within the Labyrinth was, unfortunately, not the only Kingdom of the Underground. To be precise, there were many Kingdoms that made up the underbelly of the universe; Goblin Kingdom, Fairy Kingdom, Kingdom of the High Court, Kingdom of the Black Sands, Kingdom of the Dead (more commonly refered to as the Underworld) to name a few. These Kingdoms were each paired to a world, orbiting just below their pair and forming a link between the two, thus becoming the 'Underground'. Each Kingdom was ruled by Fae—Jareth, King Oberon, High King Merest, Lord Mozenrath, Hades—each Fae blood related to the next.

And they all had a way of making anyone uncomfortable—be it with fear, awe, or just plain-out agitation. Aanyx would know—she'd met them all. Every last stoic-faced son-of-a-bitch, every arrogant quirk of the eyebrow (which she'd never admit, but was actually where she learned the gesture) was enough to make one pause after every action or spoken word. I didn't offend him…did I? Crap, she's got that look again…Damn smirking jackass…It was enough to drive one insane, even after knowing what to expect.

But she had a sinking suspicion that their secretive emotions and statuesque expressions were habit—she didn't know much of magic, but Jareth had once told her that Old Magics had a way of clearing the mind—of removing the person, as it were, to assess situations with precise and crafted ease. Aanyx bitterly remembered attempting to harness what she thought was a bout of this 'Old Magic' before finding herself with a nasty scar on her hip that, if looked at with one's head upside-down, appeared something akin to a light bulb.

That was when her magic weakened drastically—for her body had rejected the simple attempted spell with the magic, and anything beyond the two spells she already knew would very likely damage her. That was the problem with being, essentially, two different beings—the Nobody of one and the heart of another—as she was bound to be unstable. Hell, she didn't even know if her heart's previous owner was female! All she knew was that it had to have been someone not tied to her Somebody, elsewise the connection would bring her Somebody to her original state.

Aanyx stopped walking, ignoring the jostle of foot traffic around her. As usual, her mind had wandered, and now she found herself in an unfamiliar part of the World.

That was the problem with worlds that consisted mainly of one city, she mused. Even after years of exploring, hunting, and generally running rampart, the city would be forever changing, and one could become lost quite easily if otherwise occupied.

She was just about to ask someone for directions when she spotted a familiar parrot leading a trio of do-gooders towards what appeared to be a peddler's shop. Curiosity winning over, she followed at a distance, climbing easily to the roof of the building and listening to the four converse.

Aanyx hid in shadow as they left towards the Palace, a small frown on her face. "Something tells me that bird ain't the truthful sort…" Hearing a pointed sneeze, she turned to find a large silver wolf—though it was more the size of a grizzly bear than anything—with familiar neon-orange markings and dark brown eyes.

"That time of the month, huh? Kat doing any better?" Aanyx asked the creature, receiving a roll of the eyes and slight whine. "Okay, okay. We meeting up with her here or Halloweentown?"

A lick of the lips. "Well, at least I won't have to worry about the two of you at once…C'mon, let's go before the idiots do something they'll regret…" Creating a portal, Aanyx motioned for Xcaiyet to be quiet as she led the way through onto an awning above the palace courtyard, allowing her braid to hang off the side as she listened once more into the conversation.

"…asked him about it, but he says nothing's wrong. He's gone again today. What if he doesn't come back this time?"

"Hey, maybe he's got a secret girlfriend. I know! I'll go find out who she is!"

The Princess of Heart gasped at the sight of the parrot, "Iago! Quick, Sora, catch him! And I'll warn the guards and everyone in the palace!"

"That's the thing, Iago's not…" Sora began, but Jasmine had already run off.

Deciding she'd seen enough, Aanyx jumped down to land in a crouch behind the group, "Nice going, idiots. Now you'll be chased by that idiot Captain the whole time too."

Sora turned before giving a shout of surprise at the looming wolf behind her, seemingly ready to pounce, "Aanyx! Behind you!" He charged at the beast, only to find himself pinned by a large paw to his chest. Xcaiyet gave a clearly agitated growl, baring her canines threateningly. Aanyx, cool as a cucumber, rolled her eyes and stopped Donald and Goofy from joining the fray with an outstretched hand, "Xcaiy, let 'em up. Idiot doesn't taste good." With a pointed sneeze and a glare of warning, the wolf let Sora up, sitting back behind Aanyx and watching the others warily.

Aanyx smacked Sora upside the head, making the boy wine, "Ow! What was that for?"

"For trying to kill Xcaiyet, dumbass!"

"That's not Xcaiyet!"

"Um, yeah, it is." The clear aggravation in her tone was backed by an annoyed whimper by the canine, "Did you forget she's part wolf? Or are you so dim-witted that you never noticed the wolf ears and tail?"

Xcaiyet nosed her in the back as a clear warning: Don't loose your temper; Jasmine still doesn't like us. Aanyx pinched the bridge of her nose and tried again, "Every month for one week Xcaiyet turns into a wolf."

"So it's like a woman's period…except she turns into a wolf?"

"I'm not even going to ask how you know that one, but yes, essentially. Rather than bleeding from her vagina, Xcaiyet turns Wolf—in all sense of transformation except the mind. So don't say anything to her you'd regret because the moment she turns human she WILL give you a piece of her mind." Another sneeze from Xcaiyet added her agreement as Aanyx raised her eyebrow at Sora's display of discomfort. "What?"

"Y-you didn't have to say it…"

"What, vagina?" Sora's eye twitched, his blush darkening as Aanyx's grin grew. "Aw, the ickle key-bearer is bashful!"

"A-am not!"

"Virgin."

"So are you!"

"I bet I'm less a virgin than you!" Sora opened his mouth to deny it, but was promptly cut off by Aanyx's declaration of "Vagina."

"Damnit, stop saying that!" Sora growled, blushing madly. Aanyx raised an eyebrow, "What's this? Does Mr. PG-rating have some vocabulary he'd care to share?"

"Sora!" Donald reprimanded. "She started it! And why don't you get on her case about language?"

"Because—since Xcaiyet can't say it—I'm the one who makes this shit rated T, dumbass." Another sneeze from Xcaiyet only proved her point. Seeing she'd meddled enough, the girl gave a sweeping bow, "Now, if you don't mind, I'll be snooping around ready to ruin your pathetic virgin minds. Ta!" Swinging swiftly onto Xcaiyet's back the wolf let out a howl, jumping over their heads towards the exit.

The moment they were out of sight atop another building, Aanyx collapsed in laugher, "Man, that was priceless! Did you see his face when I—?" She cut herself off as she felt a ripple of dark energy nearby—someone from the Organization was there, and close too. She looked at Xcaiyet for explanation, only to get a shrug in return—or, rather, the closest to a shrug a wolf could muster. Aanyx crouched low to the rooftop, peering off the edge into the marketplace below.

"Pete!" Aanyx whispered in realization—not someone from the Organization at all, but instead Maleficent's goon. "I should've realized she'd be in this again…" The Nobody suppressed a shudder as she watched Pete attempt to follow Sora, Donald, Goofy, Iago, and Aladdin—all of whom were on their way to the Cave of Wonders.

Bzz-Zzt! Bzz-Zzt! Jumping slightly, Aanyx flipped her communicator open, face brightening as she recognized who it was, "Demy!"

"Heya Aan. You'll never guess where I am!"

But she recognized the floating eel just over his shoulder perfectly, "Bull shit!"

"Nope, I'm doing diplo with Mozenrath*. You could always help; the Citadel is much cooler!" He tempted with a grin.

Aanyx bit her lip, "You know I'd love to, Dem…but…"

"But you're worried Sora'll find out." Demyx nodded in dejected understanding. Aanyx sighed, "Well, a little while wouldn't hurt…" Demyx perked up, "Really?"

"Sure—the dolt won't miss me for a few minutes, and it's the same world anyway. I'll be back before anything interesting happens…Okay, Xcaiy and I'll be at the entrance in a jiffy!" With that she closed her communicator, grinning at her wolf companion, "Let's roll!" Xcaiyet gave her a reprimanding look. "What? We'd still be in Agrabah! Besides, you know as well as I that Mozenrath lets you talk over there!"

Xcaiyet gave a thoughtful glance to her right, lips pulling back in a slight smile, before she gave a bark of agreement. Grinning, Aanyx scratched the wolf behind its ears fondly and opened a portal, "Then let's blow this popsicle stand!"

True to her word, the two entered at the gates, both Nobodies giving the sorcerer on his throne a respectful bow, "Milord."

"Lady Aanyx, Lady Xcaiyet. Charming to see the two of you again." Mozenrath drawled, waving them towards the other chairs at the table. "I confess I'm not exactly sure what we're discussing; We were both pulled into it rather suddenly." Aanyx admitted as she sat in the offered chair. Xcaiyet sat by her side, "No doubt Demyx was muddling through as usual." She teased, thankful for the ability to talk at last. Demyx looked away in embarrassment, making Mozenrath chuckle, "Indeed, our dear friend isn't the best of negotiators. It was for his sake I suggested he call you over." The sorcerer stood, walking to pace the length of the table, "According to Demyx, it is Xemnas' belief that Her Darkness once ruled over the Black Sands. The idiot albino has therefore requested permission to have several of Organization XIII come here to experiment."

Aanyx frowned at the news, "….But Vexen isn't alive anymore; who else would…?" And then it dawned on her at Xcaiyet's feral growl. "Ikxe."

"What?" Mozenrath turned in angered confusion, and Aanyx glanced at the walls, "Will this conversation be private?" Receiving a curt nod, the girl stood, resuming the sorcerer's pacing, "Xemnas may have the title of Superior, but he's not the first in command. He's not the first Nobody to project a human form. Ikxe, however, is. Fae boy; once twin to Goblin King."

"Ike survived?" Mozenrath's surprise was understanding—Ike had plunged into Darkness Herself and was never heard from again. "He's the bastard that created us—Me, Aanyx, and Nar, that is." Xcaiyet explained. Aanyx's pacing increased speed ever-so-slightly. "And he's gotta be planning something. Something big, if he needs to use Black Sands to do it. Still, to claim something like that…"

Something seemed to click in Mozenrath's mind, for at that moment he snapped his fingers, "That's it!"

The others followed in silent curiosity as the sorcerer led them to an ancient library, where he crossed to the rickety wooden table and picked up a small stack of papers, "I found these when I was looking for something on this cursed glove not too long ago—Curious, that they have no name signed to them, but they seem to be records of some sort—files, if you will." Aanyx gulped as she glanced over the pages, flipping through them before actually reading the words. "It's his handwriting…" Xcaiyet whispered, only confirming the auburn's suspicion. "What do they say, Ani?" Demyx asked worriedly. Aanyx sunk onto a nearby stool and read them aloud—there were only five of them, and none longer than a paragraph—her voice quivering slightly as she struggled to keep her tears in check.

01—We the Nobodies

All things begin in Darkness, and all so end. It is our nature to either welcome or shy away from the Darkness—that endless abyss of possibilities.

The Fae are fools. Drunken, simplistic fools with a frequent need to amuse themselves with mortals. I want nothing more to do with them. Especially that arrogant idiot that dares to call me his twin.

I, who am so mighty! I, who have created my very own race.

A race of beings void of trivial and tiresome emotions.

Void of light.

Void of hearts.

We are the Nobodies.

02—Emotionless

My transformation has taken a larger toll than expected. I will have to keep in mind that Fae do not react well to the process. But no matter, what's done is done. And now I will never again worry of emotion standing in my way.

03—Lust is Universal

I was supposed to be invincible! I, who cannot feel!

I never expected bodily urges to remain when all emotion is stripped away. So problematic, for a feisty little imp of a mermaid.

But she has such spirit. Such potential…

Perhaps it is time I win her over to me…I can speak to that Sea Witch, yes…and that girl will be putty in my hands.

04—Problematic

Emotions are troublesome. It seems I am expected to certain annoying terms. I unfortunately did not foresee her fire to turn on me. I must change her, soon.

But the insolent wench wants a heart. This will be problematic…

05—Soon

She is getting impatient again. I've lost count how many experiments have failed because of her desires. I find myself wondering why I put up with her…but she has made it worth it, I can't deny her abilities are far better than many a Fae I've slept with elsewise…

Soon, Anya, soon…

Aanyx rested her forehead in one hand, "It's his journal. I saw him write in the damn thing all the time."

"But how did they come to be in my Citadel?"

"Isn't it obvious?" They were surprised to hear the question come from Demyx, making the group turn towards him, "He wants her to find something out."

"Of course! He's Fae—they make a game out of everything."

"And the way he sees it, it's more fun for her to try and piece it together than to just tell her what's going on!"

Aanyx was silent, head bowed from their view, the hand holding the papers shaking terribly. The pages rattled together until Mozenrath gently pulled them out of her grasp, not voicing his annoyance at the noise for her sake. Xcaiyet placed her head on the girl's knees sympathetically, allowing Aanyx to knot her fingers in the long strands of silvery-blonde. Demyx placed a comforting hand on each shaking shoulder, "It's okay, Aanyx. We won't let him get you."

"I just found out that my Somebody was a whore to that thing, Demyx! It just doesn't make sense! I thought she was…" Aanyx let out a shaky sigh, leaning back into her brother's embrace, "…This is probably asking a lot…but is there any way to stall the negotiations, Moze?"

"Certainly. I planned on denying anyway. But it will cost you." He warned. **Aanyx bit her lip but extended her hand, "You'll have to remove what you want yourself; you know I can't do it anymore." Mozenrath wordlessly clasped her hand in is gloved one, silently thanking her for not flinching from the prominent feel of his bones beneath the leather as he extracted a portion of her metamorphosis. "It'll grow back in time, but you'll have to lay low on that particular magic for a good week." Mozenrath warned, depositing the green glow into a suede pouch. Aanyx merely shrugged, "Haven't used it much anyhow, but I appreciate all you've done."

"It is a rare being indeed that can fall to the good side of three Underground Kings. It is an honor doing business with you, Lady Aanyx." Mozenrath smirked, sweeping her an almost mocking bow and brushing his lips to her knuckles. Aanyx rolled her eyes, "You make it sound all heroic—really, one of them barely tolerates me, one of them practically adopted me because his twin fucked up my life, and I'm surprised the other one hasn't kicked me out or turned me into a Mamluk yet."

"Though you are admittedly annoying, you still amuse me, and for some unfathomable reason my land likes you." The sorcerer teased, escorting the group out into the throne room. "So that makes two that tolerate me." Aanyx chuckled in return before giving him another respective bow, "Well, I suppose I've done my job here. May I keep these here? I don't dare trust them with my…well, I'm sure you understand the situation…"

"But of course. In exchange for the ability to read the rest of them, should you find more."

"Consider it done, Milord. Now if the three of you will excuse me, I'd better be getting back to my companions."

"May Kingdom Hearts watch over you."

"And may Her Darkness watch over you." Aanyx bowed one final time before disappearing into a portal, coming out on the same awning over the Palace Gates as she had before.

"I'll teach you to make a fool out of me! Time for Plan B! I'm finishin' you mugs off right now!" Pete declared below, slamming his fist into the ground. Two large heartless—one Blizzard-influenced and the other Volcano-influenced—made a rather dramatic entrance, making Aanyx roll her eyes and summon her whips.

"Fool. You just summoned polar opposites." Aanyx chided with a sadistic grin, keeping her head bent at an angle to hide her eyes in the shadows of her bangs. It was a classic villain trick—something she'd learned long ago from Jareth to unsettle enemies. "Aanyx!" Sora, Donald, and Goofy crowed behind her. Aanyx let out a single, humorless chuckle, "Watch and learn, belt-boy. It's time you saw for yourself just how simple a fight can be." With that she lunged, her battle cry mingling with Xcaiyet's howl from the gates as she bounded in. Aanyx distracted the Lava one, goading it to face the Frost one, waiting until the last possible moment to jump out of the way. Frost shrieked, retaliating by freezing Lava, who melted a chunk off Frost. Aanyx landed softly on her feet by Sora's side, arms crossed confidently over her chest, "See, now I COULD leave them like so, and they'd finish each other off in no time flat. Your choice: either I take out my anger now on these punks or you later."

"Now. Definitely now."

"Wise decision." Aanyx let out another sadistic grin, jumping in again and proceeding to wipe the floor with the two heartless.

Pete growled, pointing at Aanyx accusingly, "You! You've messed with me for the last time! I'm gonna get you yet!" He then swiftly turned and ran. Aanyx growled, "I don't think so."

With incredible dexterity, the girl leaped up to an awning, proceeding to follow the man from above. Pete made it all the way to the abandoned marketplace, only to jerk in surprise as he found her blocking his path—the same sadistic grin and hidden eyes twisting her face. "Big words for such a weak little fatso." Her lighthearted tone was all the more terrifying. Pete made to back up, only to find himself blocked by Xcaiyet. "Now, you can do one of two things. Leave me the hell alone and get Maleficent off my back…"

Pete gulped, "And the alternative?" The grin grew a hair, whips called to her hands, "I'm glad you could see it my way."

Pete backed straight into Xcaiyet's furry side, "N-no…don't…no!"

Aanyx returned to the Palace Gates in a slightly better mood. At least she wasn't being creepy, Sora noted thankfully. "Where's Pete?" Goofy asked. Aanyx shrugged, hands in her pockets, "Gone back to Maleficent, no doubt." She drawled, seeming for all the worlds like a bored teenager with nothing to do. "You let him go?"

"You doubt my decisions?" Aanyx growled, making Sora flinch and shrink back as she leaned foreword, hands curled into fists at her sides. "Not that it concerns you, but I gave him his Just Desserts. He's more than learned not to mess with Agrabah." Just like that, the bored drawl was back as she casually leaned against Xcaiyet, who merely sneezed and rolled her eyes.

"But that still means he might try to mess with other worlds." Donald pointed out. Aanyx froze for a beat before bending to the duck's eye level with a mysterious grin, "…Not for a while, he won't." And with that she turned her back on them, making her way for the gummi, "Go and do your little pretty princess in a lightshow act so we can get the hell outta here. I am not about to miss out on Halloween because you couldn't find the damn object to open the pathway. It should be around here somewhere." Aanyx hoped beyond hope that they didn't hear the grin in her tone—or, if they did, they assumed it was for other reasons. Mozenrath was right—it was rather fun having power. Not that she'd try and steal his bit, of course; but knowing that a few little adjustments—a tilt of the head, an air of indifference, and a sudden burst of fury—could make her seem that much more powerful—hell, she'd have the ability to scare Sora shitless any time she needed! And it was good to have control again—that was definitely something she missed from the Organization. Wearing the Cloak means earning respect. Without it…she was just another supped-up teenager…

That is, until she realized just what these subtle acts could do. She'd be the sidekick no longer—Do as she pleases, when she pleases. And no whimpering little snot was going to keep her from freedom.

[A/N: Here's some background stuff some of you might need;

* - This is a reference straight from the Aladdin TV series. Mozenrath is one of the head villains of the show, and was even later considered to become a major character in the third movie, Aladdin and the King of Thieves—where he would end up being Aladdin's brother. The crew couldn't get a hold of his voice actor from the show, however, so they instead went with the plot of his father.

To sum it up, I'm gonna paste this from Wikipedia:

"Mozenrath is an evil, power-hungry young sorcerer and is quite open and accepting about his own cruelty; in his first appearance, he talks about his sadistic and ruthless master Destane, who Mozenrath sarcastically referred to as "like a father". Mozenrath boasted about using that to betray Destane and seize his power, then going on to single handedly conquer the Land of the Black Sands and its undead population. He brags that he turned Destane into one of the shambling undead Mamluks that serve him. Even Jafar avoided Destane (before he became the world's most powerful sorcerer). His floating Eel familiar Xerxes (voiced by Frank Welker) and his "shambling half-dead" Mamluks are loyal to him and will follow any of his orders.

One day, Mozenrath's lust for power led him to Agrabah where he tried to compel Aladdin into helping him capture a creature he had brought from another world, a beast that devoured magic. Once Aladdin subdued it and placed Mozenrath's magical collar upon it, Mozenrath intended to use it to defeat the magical defenses of every other kingdom of the Seven Deserts (and quite possibly beyond) in order to conquer them (including Agrabah, even though he acknowledged that it was "not a particularly magical kingdom"; he wanted it "because it's there!"). Mozenrath seemed rather surprised that Aladdin would risk his life for "people, but not gold." Aladdin, however, bested Mozenrath by freeing the beast, which turned immediately upon Mozenrath, seeking both to devour his magic for food and revenge for Mozenrath's attempt to enslave it forcing Mozenrath to send it back to its own world. From that day on, Mozenrath vowed he would destroy his new nemesis, Aladdin, and his loved ones.

Through the course of the series he tried to kill Aladdin and his friends, nearly succeeding on several occasions, only to be defeated in the end. He also attempted several times to capture Genie so that he could tap his magical energies and use them for his own purposes. In Mozenrath's debut episode (Episode 37 - "The Citadel"), Iago referred to the sorcerer as "Jafar Jr." It was an apt comparison, as Mozenrath demonstrated Jafar's power-hunger and cruelty. It was not proven whether or not Mozenrath was related to Jafar. In one episode, Mozenrath was in Jafar's old room doing research, and in another episode, Iago asked him if he knew Jafar."

In other words, he's like the cannon equivalent to Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series' Yami Bakura/Florence (For those who know what I'm talking about)

** - The way I see it, someone with magic strong enough can extract a portion of someone else's power—such as Aanyx's metamorphosis. But since it comes to her naturally, like mana it would regrow over time. Oh, for those of you who don't know, mana is one's ability to use magic. It's basically just referring to the fact that using magic takes a toll on the body, and you can only use so much before you pass out. Unless it's not your magic, per se, because then it doesn't effect you, but it could effect the item/trinket in question. IE, an amulet might tarnish as it's powers are depleted, until it looks like a really old, really well-worn necklace.

So basically, getting back on track, Aanyx let Mozenrath take a portion of her metamorphosis in exchange for keeping Ikxe from getting to the Black Sands.

Just curious, but does anyone actually READ these things? Cuz I dunno if you've noticed, but in one of those previous chapters there was a treasure hunt. I'm half tempted to offer a one-shot to whomever gets the thing, seeing as not offering anything hasn't gotten me anywhere.

Hokay, so this has been fun, huh? Aanyx is caring less and less about the actual storyline, and coming soon—Kat and Xcaiyet decide to try and get Sora to cuss more frequently!

Is it bad that it's still summer and I'm ready to start on Halloweentown? XD

See y'all next chapter!]