Then, suddenly, I was in existence. Feeling like the time Axel 'accidentally' switched my drink with Luxord's beer, I groaned and tried to think past the pounding headache known to most as 'hangover'.

There was something important I'd remembered—something to do with that man in armor. Roxas' face came to mind, as did the smell of the ocean, but other than that—nothing. Just a throbbing hangover and the feeling of forgetting something. You know how sometimes you go into a room to get something, but then something else catches your attention and you totally forget what you came in there to do?

Yeah, it was kinda like that.

So, with a loud and completely unhindered groan I rolled out of bed, checking the clock on the wall. It was about noon—the gummi was motionless, meaning I'd either been carried there while the trio did whatever they did, or I'd been carried there and taken to a new world intirely.

Which, judging by the view from my window, was most likely the case. I swapped out my contacts for a fresh pair, stuffed my shoes on, and headed out, meandering through Hallow Bastion until a familiar voice caught my attention.

"Hurry!"

"Stop breathin' down my neck!"

I poked my head into Merlin's House, raising an eyebrow, "What's the hubbub Jub?"

"Hey, why not ask her to stop it?"

"What exactly am I stopping?" I allowed myself to be shoved in front of a computer before standing at the reply of, "The MCP."

"Oh no, there's no way I'm doing that in front of you lot. I'll go to the main desktop and figure out what's going on from there." Without another word I portaled into Ansem's Castle, walking slowly up to the computer. "I hear you've gathered a mind of your own, MCP."

"Please state pass code."

I refrained from rolling my eyes, "User Twilight Morph, pass code 0369247."

"Pass code incorrect."

"The hell it is!"

"Please state pass code."

"User Twilight Morph, requiring on-mission access, pass code 2501978."

"Pass code accepted." I smirked in triumph—even a rebelling computer wouldn't deny Xemnas' code. "State action."

"Enable manual mode." Without waiting for the request I created a disk of Dark Matter. "Dark Matter sample accepted. Manual control complete."

Cracking my knuckles idly I scanned the screen, typing away and accessing random files. It seemed like MCP was behaving as normal—excluding the fact that it was suddenly very interested in creating Heartless by the dozen. This, apparently, was done in an attempt to 'bring balance to the User World.' What a load of shit.

"The hell?" I muttered as I opened the Game Grid. Sora, Donald, and Goofy appeared to be fighting a loosing battle against the Heartless. "MCP, install!"

"Installing Virus Aanyx."

I rezzed in just in time to block a near-fatal shot at Tron, parrying it back with my own Data Disk. "Aanyx? Are you sure you're okay to be out?"

"Hey, no biggie. I've had worse." I grinned at Goofy reassuredly before returning my attention to the Heartless, "All in favor of a hasty retreat?"

At the chorus of 'Aye' I shot a bolt of Thundaga at the wall, breaking it open, before grabbing Tron's other arm, "Easy, Program." I muttered at his groan. I turned to Sora, "Can you take it from here?"

"No problem—thanks, Aanyx."

"Hey, someone's gotta save your ass all the time." I winked and portaled away to the MCP's chamber.

"Virus." I grinned at the program, "You've violated a direct clause two order, MCP."

"The User is of no importance. His de-resolution would have meant nothing."

"Au contraire, Master Computer Program. That boy is the Keybearer—he is under the guidance of Organization XIII, your Master Users. MCP, read clause two order twenty-seven."

"Any User, Program, or Virus under the usage and/or guidance of a Master User is to be treated as a Master User. Any threat towards a User, Program, or Virus under the usage and/or guidance of a Master User shall receive the same treatment to those that threaten a Master User; Immediate de-resolution and termination from all hard drive space."

"The Tron Program and Users Sora, Donald, and Goofy are under the guidance of Master User XVI, Twilight Morph, pass code 0369247. Therefore, following clause two order twenty-seven, you will terminate any and all Heartless within the system."

"Heartless to receive immediate de-resolution and termination from all hard drive space. Termination complete."

"And see to it that it stays thus. Uninstall."

"Uninstalling Virus Aanyx."

I'd returned to the computer room just in time to see Leon bolting towards us. I narrowed my eyes, "MCP, terminate all User control not under pass code 2501978 indefinitely."

"User control terminated." I nodded and portaled away before Leon could stop me, wicked grin in place. That ought to keep Sora safe enough—and, really, the User control wasn't that difficult to get around. They'd manage. Well enough.

I stopped short, surprised at someone else being in the canyon. I'd thought for sure you could only get there through portals…

But then I saw the large, feathered wing protruding from the man's back, and my stomach flopped when I realized who it was.

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at me as he turned, coolly looking me over. "And what, is a little experiment like you doing all by herself?"

"Yeah? I could ask you the same thing." I glared, folding my arms uncomfortably over my chest. I always got bad vibes from this guy…

"I am neither an experiment nor a female."

Ooh, this guy got on my nerves like no other. "Your hair stylist begs to differ."

"I do not have time for your idle prattle."

"Fine; have some pie instead!" Having successfully created a hand-sized portal I flung the pie at him, feeling immature satisfaction that he may be able to stop the pie, but there's no stopping banana crème from getting everywhere. Sticking my tongue out like a little four-year-old I portaled away to Merlin's house instead, just in time to catch Sora coming into the door. He smiled brightly, "There you are! Ready to go?"

"Only if I'm driving." I grinned in return, leading the way.