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BLAM!

Aanyx ducked out of the way, the Gunblade's bullet firing straight into the wall. Her furry companion jumped to attatch himself to the ceiling, "Itchimaza!"

"You said it," Aanyx nodded at Stitch knowingly, standing and dusting the debris off her cloak. Her hood had fallen in her hasty crouch, revealing a deep, bleeding cut on her cheek. She wiped the blood off on her thumb and licked it, "You realize you're only helping serve my purpose, Leonheart. The more damage we make now, the less the idiot brigade will uncover later."

The Gunblade raised defensively, "Get. Them. Out."

"You know I can't kill them, much as I'd like to." Aanyx removed the skull-and-emerald dagger from the leg of an upturned table, where it had been lodged when the fight began, and swiftly pinned Squall to the door by hair and shirt. "You stay there. I need to deal with some files, if you don't mind."

Whistling once, Aanyx waited for Stitch to land on her shoulder once more before returning to the computer room. "MCP, User Twilight Morph. Pass code 0369247."

"Pass code accepted. State action."

"Enable manual control."

"Please give Dark Matter sample."

Aanyx placed her hand by the disk drive, creating a disk of Dark Matter.

"Sample accepted. Manual control complete."

Allowing Stitch free reign, Aanyx began deleting the files, setting the trash under password protection. "MCP, data request."

"Specify."

"Users Sora, Donald, and Goofy. I need locations, rezz-status, and preferably a map." Images flashed on the screen, Aanyx taking in every one of them with practiced ease. "Have Sark take them to the Game Grid, along with the Tron program."

"Requested opposing forces?"

"Myself and my companion, Stitch. Prepare for install."

"Installing Viruses Aanyx and Stitch."

Aanyx set Squall free, "I hope you realize that you owe me big on this, Leonheart. If you so much as lay a finger on my brethren again I'll send you in to be de-rezzed." With that and another whistle to Stitch, Aanyx ran to the needed location, "Install."

In a flash the two of them were entered within the terminal, each wearing a data suit. Aanyx's was, in some ways, similar to her normal outfit. Around her hips was a slanting metallic 'skirt', her top sleeveless. A control pad was attached to her right arm, spikes protruding from ankles and like wings from her back—both movable at will. Her eyes were covered by a tinted green visor, ears replaced with antennae. Data lines webbed about the suit, pulsating day-glow lilac—including 'XVI' on her 'skirt' and an 'A' on either forearm. A slightly larger version of her keyblade pendant was etched into her chest. The majority of the suit was a deep plum, save for the neon markings and black spikes. Her hair was now in a low ponytail, kept in place by a black ribbon with a stripe of matching lilac, while her lips had been painted a light charcoal—top slightly darker than the bottom.

Stitch, meanwhile, had gained a hat and jumpsuit combo, also plum and lilac in color. He clutched a Frisbee in one of his free hands, while the spikes on his head and ears mimicked Aanyx's metallic black ones.

Aanyx looked around, expecting to see Sora, Donald, and Goofy waiting for them. The Game Grid was empty, making Aanyx snarl. Tapping a button on her control pad, she spoke into it irritably, "Sark, where the hell are they?"

"Users Sora, Donald, and Goofy have unfortunately left the terminal before movement was allowed."

"Then where the hell is Tron? Send him here, and let me know when the others arrive!" Cutting transmission, she then turned towards Stitch, "Think you can do me a favor, little guy?"

"Magga Naza!" Stitch said with a salute. Aanyx smiled, "I need you to stall for me, okay? Keep whoever shows up here occupied—but don't kill them. Just reek havoc."

"Eta-chooba!" Taking that as an affirmative, Aanyx portaled away to another part of the grid, walking up to the purple-pulsating Dark Matter Cycle. She smoothed a hand over it, the Data Lines immediately glowing brighter. Closing her eyes she sat on the Cycle, gripping the handle bars without allowing it to go anywhere. She allowed her mind to wonder, truly processing all that had happened.

She rested her head on the screen before her, eyes closed lightly in a trance-like state. She seemed almost at ease—until something loud beeped on her arm. "Users have returned. Prepare for Game Grid." Sark's voice echoed in from her antenna. Nodding, Aanyx repositioned herself, brushed away her tears, and headed to the Game Grid on her Cycle.

At Aanyx's whistle, Stitch lept away from Sora and towards his own Light Cycle. "Aanyx?" Sora tilted his head. "I came in here to rescue you lot, but they said we had to do this Game Grid thing." Aanyx explained. "What do we have to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Her engine revved loudly, the grid flickering from the power behind it, "We race. Two on three should be easy enough for you, eh spikes?"

Once Sora, Donald, and Goofy were on their respective Light Cycles, the race began, Aanyx speeding through the course at break-neck speed. Sora struggled to catch up, eventually meeting her neck-and-neck. Aanyx made a sharp turn in his way, causing Sora to swerve drastically, "What are you doing?"

"Unless one of us wins this thing we're gonna BOTH die. Would you rather have a short-term wound now or a fatal one later?" She flashed him a sadistic smirk, "Besides, I've got this all planned out. You saw that wall we just passed? We're gonna go by again, and when we do, throw your keyblade at it. Oh, and fair warning, my plan is gonna hurt a bit—nothing a Cure spell can't fix."

"Okay."

Aanyx leaned foreword on her bike to hide her expression. How quickly he had agreed—and given his trust. Shouldn't he have been at least a little wary? She wasn't THAT good at lying…

"NOW!" At her command, Sora shot out his keyblade, breaking through the wall as he cut to the left. "Pain comes now…" Aanyx warned, throwing a ball of Thundaga back into the Game Grid. Everything shorted out, and Aanyx connected with all four Cycles, "Hurry! We only have two minutes to reboot!"

She then led the way out, past the I/O tower, and into the Pit Cell, where she knew Tron was waiting. She had just enough time to wipe Tron's memory of Stitch before the others raced in to see her kneeling by his side, one hand placed against his forehead. "Tron!"

"Give him space; he's alive." Aanyx warned, sitting back herself to let the program stand. "I don't understand. Why are you here?"

"We came to give you the password."

"Why didn't you just transmit the data?"

"Transmit?" Sora asked, tilting his head to one side. Aanyx quickly intervened, "Manual Access is denied. There's multiple pass codes on everything."

"How d'you know?"

"What, Squall didn't tell you? I got there before you did—I helped figure out where the door to the Computer Room is. I thought I had unlocked everything, but then when I tried to open something I was zapped in here." Aanyx noticed Goofy scratch his head, but Sora seemed to buy it. Had he given her so much faith from the beginning? Was it Roxas' doing?

"We have to get through the Canyon, right? I'll make sure the path is clear."

Sora nodded, helping Tron to his Light Cycle, "Be careful."

"When am I not?" Aanyx sped out away from them, waiting until she was out of sight before calling a group of Dusks.

How may we serve?

"The keybearer and his friends are heading this way. I need you to clear the path of Heartless for them. Do not attack the Keybearer or his group, and do not be seen. Avoid your own deaths as much as possible."

Yes.

Sighing, Aanyx then drove until she was on the other side of the I/O tower and contacted the MCP, "User Twilight Morph, requesting leave to physical plain."

"Access accepted. Preparing to Uninstall Viruses Aanyx and Stitch."

Aanyx closed her eyes as she felt herself returning, keeping them closed as she stood there a while. It was only when someone cleared their throat that she at last snapped them open irritably.

"I thought you were in there to bring them out."

"Yeah, and they got out." Aanyx growled, shoving past without giving the Gunblade so much as a second glance. Squall spun her around by the shoulder, "But they're still in there."

"Then you go in. I'm tired of babysitting you Somebodies. Just because I was gifted with more power than you doesn't make it right for me to have to clean up and watch over you dumbasses 24/7!"

"Where are you going?" King Mickey asked as I strode through the destroyed office. I shoved past him, angrily calling over my shoulder, "Home! Don't expect to see me until the Key Brat comes out."

"I see you had a mishap with the MCP." Aanyx winced at the voice of her Superior, lifting her head from her pillow, "I just can't do it, Superior. Don't get me wrong—I'm going to do this mission. I just…I dunno…I can't stand how easy it seems." She paused to sit up, pulling her knees to her chest. Xemnas sat on the other side of the bed, listening as the truth came spilling out.

"At first I was fine with it, because Roxas was still Roxas. But now…I mean, he just trusts me too much. I can tell him complete and utter bull crap and he accepts it as the truth! He doesn't even ask anymore! I'll just say, 'Hey, I'm off to destroy shit,' and you know what he says? 'Be careful.' Be Careful! Maybe I AM going soft; maybe I should just…" Aanyx sighed, her head thudding against the wall as she stared at the blur of white that was her wall—she had taken her contacts out not long after returning.

Xemnas shifted, "Perhaps it is time you tell them. If the Denizens of Light trust you so, then we will be able to commence with our plan." He stood, crossing the room to look at Kingdom Hearts before tossing bottle in the shape of the Nobody Symbol onto the bed, "Tell them. If they overreact, use this to erase their memory and we will wait further. If not, I expect to see that sitting on my desk. You know what to do."

Aanyx bowed her head as her Superior disappeared in a portal, slipping on her glasses and picking up the flask. It was filled with a silvery mass of swirling smoke, glowing eerily.

Clutching it in a white-knuckled grip she donned her cloak and disappeared in a swirl of Dark Matter, not bothering to change into her contacts.