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This chapter feel's rushed to me, well, because it IS rushed XD. And there's probably some grammer mistakes. But, hey, hope you enjoy!

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18: Distant Promise pt. 1

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'How am I suppose to feel when I'm standing in front of my dead sister and it's my fault she's dead?!'

'Good point.'

~Kairi and Namine~

Kairi grit her teeth, clenched her fists, and she even screamed – but nothing, nothing – could get rid of the blur of emotions. What was worse was that while she was brimming with emotions, Namine seemed to be void of any. How . . . how can she look so calm?!

"Kairi, I think we should sit down," Namine suggested, gesturing to the white chair that Sora had once been sitting in. Kairi glanced at the chair, and slowly began to walk over to it, and sat down. Namine sat across from her. They were about ten feet away now, but that didn't help anything. In her opinion, nothing would make that very fact that she was able to see the white wall opposite of her, right through her sister's head, better. She wanted to suddenly wake up in her small bedroom, pretending that this never happened, and it wouldn't happen, and then go on with her life. But, a pinch could never wake her up from this nightmare. It was too real.

"Kairi," Namine sighed. "We need to talk."

" . . ." I'm sorry, I can't.

Namine frowned, "Please, Kairi – sis, I've waited for this day for a year."

You've been waiting for this? I've had nightmares about this.

Kairi could only merely shifted in her chair, not able – or willing, for that matter – to say anything. Words were a loss for her. What could she say? All that was going through her mind was that day. She could remember the day, time, weather, what she wore, how she acted, and what she said perfectly, not that she wanted too, though. She'd do anything to forget.

'Go on; kill yourself for all I care.'

She could barely keep up with what Namine was saying, but her sincere smile is what made Kairi feel even worse. You were a good person, you don't deserve this. I deserve this. I'm . . . Horrible. STOP SMILING! Stop! Stop! You're supposed to hate me!

"STOP!" Kairi screamed out, letting her thought's override her.

"What is it?" Namine asked, concerned.

"STOP THAT!" Kairi cried out, standing up banging her hands on the table, and tears at a constant fall from her blue eyes. Namine stood up slowly, confused, but concern written on her face.

Kairi literally felt like she was going crazy. Or maybe she was having a panic attack. She felt as if her heart had stopped, and she couldn't breathe. Or, at least, it felt as though she couldn't breathe. She wanted nothing more than to leave the horribly white and familiar room, but she couldn't leave. She couldn't move. And she knew why – she HAD to face the blond, no matter how much she didn't want too.

"Namine . . . Please, just STOP SMILING! STOP IT, STOP IT, AND STOP IT! Just ... Just SHUT UP AND STOP IT!"

Suddenly Kairi heard a slam and looked up, surprised. She widened her eyes upon seeing her orange sketchbook apparently having been thrown across the room, slammed into the wall, and now fell in a heap on the floor.

She . . . she loves that sketchbook, She thought, amazed. Why, why would she . . .

The red head steadily looked over too her sister, and her breathe stopped short for a millisecond. Namine was glaring at her. Ironically, that's what she wished for but now . . . seeing the intense hate and meaning in that glare, Kairi would do anything to take it all back. This hurt way more.

"I cannot believe," Namine whispered harshly. "That I thought you changed. I wanted to work this out, because we're sisters and, you know, that's what sisters are suppose to do."

This was a major change. Namine sounded so angry, and she handled in a much darker and more threatening way then Kairi could have ever done. But that sentence, 'I thought you had changed.' That hit her the hardest because . . . Kairi thought she had changed too. But was she really, deep down, the same person she was before. Was Axel right, was she just pretending to be someone she clearly wasn't?

Namine continued, her voice steadily rising, with no stuttering, "But I guess I was just waiting for nothing but disappointment, I GUESS NOTHINGS CHANGED. YOU STILL THINK I'M A FREAK, AND I'LL BET YOU'RE GLAD I'M DEAD! Right?!"

Namine was looking at her bright blue eyes, filled with intensity. Kairi could only shake her head rapidly, in response, and she felt the lowest she had ever felt in her life. She wanted to run away as far as possible. But there was nowhere to go where she could escape the real enemy . . . herself. Kairi could honestly say that she had never hated herself so much in her entire life.

"You we're always putting me down, mocking my friends," Namine said. "But now – look. They're your friends now. If I was such filth, then why did you have to take away everything from me?!"

Suddenly, Namine started to walk towards her, menacing icy eyes staring right through her. Kairi felt the room get colder and colder, and the only thing she could do was step back each time her sister came forward. She was still at a loss of words from her dramatic – and so very, very stupid – outcry. Sisters weren't supposed to scare each other like this. Maybe fights, and yelling, sure . . . but this, this broken, misunderstood connection they shared wasn't normal. Kairi could honestly not remember a time when she and Namine shared a happy "sisterly" memory.

Kairi finally crashed into the wall, and she fell to the floor, legs bent and slightly spread apart, and she finally decided that there was really only one thing to say – something she never said, and by the time she realized it, it was too late.

'You and your lame friends can get out of my sight right now, if you know what's good for you.'

'It doesn't matter if you get better grades. Mom and dad only praise you because they feel sorry for you.'

'You're a freak. Always have and always will be.'

'Well at least with that slutty blonde hair, no one will mistake me for you ever again.'

'I swear, if you ever talk to me in school again – you'll wish you had never been born.'

'I can't believe something like YOU became my sister.'

'Go on; kill yourself for all I care.'

All the horrible things she said came slicing through her, making her sick. As Namine stared down at her, menacing, Kairi took a chance and looked up weakly. Blue locking onto blue.

"I'm so sorry."

The tension in Namine's face ceased, and no she was staring at Kairi curiously.

You're . . . sorry? As pathetic as it is, I've been waiting all my life to hear those words from you.

Kairi continued relief and confidence slowly filling her as Namine's glare ceased.

"I'm . . . . Too sorry for words. I honestly can't explain why I was such a . . . well, err "witch with a b"."

Namine smiled slightly for a split second.

"I don't know, maybe it made me feel good. And I hate that. What kind of a person gets joy out of hating and torturing someone, none the less, their sister? I was really mean, and really cruel, and I hate myself for it so much. After you . . . die – left I . . . had reality thrown at me full force."

Kairi let out a shaky sigh, not caring about the tears and letting them have their way. "I can never understand what changed or what got switched off or on or whatever . . . but when you never came back, I was scared, sad, angry, and horrified. For the week that I was able to miss school, I walked around, completely lost in my newfound thoughts. I ignored calls from my "friends", started talking way more to our parents, and then one day . . . I went in your room."

Kairi glanced up to see Namine's reaction, but quickly continued when she saw no change, "I never really went in your room before – all I really thought of it was as white, bland, and boring. But then that one day, when I really took a look at it . . . I was amazed. It was so pristine, clean, and utterly beautiful. Then, I saw that journal, on your bed . . . and – and I opened it up and started to read. I couldn't put it down. Soon, I took it everywhere with me. I'm sorry about that too; invading your privacy was wrong but . . . I couldn't help it. I knew that I wasn't the same Kairi anymore – I changed so much. When I finally came back to school, people couldn't stop staring at me, and I really didn't care. My old friends were pissed that I ignored them, but I still hung with them anyway, for about a week. But then they started trashing you."

Kairi sighed, "They were saying things like 'you're sister's so stupid, you shouldn't of stopped her, she deserved to die' and 'good riddance' and I lost it. I yelled in front of the whole cafeteria, and then they just stared at me. Then one of them said that I'd changed, and I was acting all weird and creepy . . . like my sister. And that was about it. I went from top to bottom in less than a week, and I had no friends. But I would never go back, because leaving them and standing up for you is the best I had felt in my entire life. But then, against all odds, Roxas and I started talking. We moved to this new, poorer neighborhood, because dad lost his job. I had to walk to school, and on my way there, I bumped into Roxas. It was awkward at first, we barley talked . . . but after day after day, we became more acquainted and then suddenly friends. Then I just sort of made friends with the others, and everything was forgiven and I was given a whole new better life."

Namine smiled at her, and this time, it didn't bother Kairi. But she still had more to say, "The only bad thing was that people picked on me a little, and suddenly Axel came into my life. It confused me, but I started to see him more and more around . . . not school, but just, like, in the neighborhood, at the mall, in the park . . . you know. But he was always just there, but he never said anything. I just thought it was weird, but I ignored it . . . until high school. I've got two mixed classes with him, AND Roxas obtained a crush on him. Then Sora showed up, and everything went out of control . . . and here I am."

Kairi heaved a breath, wiping her eyes. Namine smiled sincerely and wholly.

Thank you Kairi.

"Kairi, you don't know how much this means to me," Namine said softly.

Kairi felt the room get warmer and the air was lighter and happier, maybe it was just her imagination but, she had a feeling it wasn't. Everything felt better, all that grief and regret inside her had been pulled out of her by the person it had been caused by. She suddenly didn't hate herself, or wanted to leave, or felt that sinking feeling. She could stay in that room with her sister forever, and that was the truth.

Namine held out her ghostly hand, and Kairi tilted her hand and hesitantly reached for it, unsure of how it would feel to hold a ghosts hand. She clasped on to it, and gasped at how it sent a vibration through her, but also at a small white light that grew, expanded, and then popped back out and left a spark.

The two sisters looked at each other – a bond had been made, and this one would last forever.

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'Sora . . . I think I'm in lo-'

Sora was nearly 99% sure he knew the end to that sentence.

~ Riku and Sora ~

Namine was a devil. Riku knew that much. She tricked him, confused him, and now she's locked him in some room in god knows where with Sora. Things could not get more awkward. At least it was dark, so that –

Scratch that. The light just turned on, and Sora smiled at him only mere feet away, hand still loosely holding the cord that hooked up to a single light bulb.

She locked us in a closet. I cannot believe you, Namine! Honestly. What do you expect us to do?

"So . . ."

Riku looked at the brunette who was blushing and smiling slightly, looking around the closet, "Why'd you think Nami locked us in here?"

Riku tried to figure out whether Sora was avoiding what happened earlier and what Riku thought . . . or did he really not know. Sora was pretty smart, but also kind of dense in his own way. That's one of the things Riku liked most about him, and yes, he'll admit it. There was no use hiding any of this any longer.

Riku decided to take a dive in the deep end, and sighed, "Sora . . . about those thoughts, I . . . mean those one hundred percent."

Sora made eye contact with him and smiled brightly, "Yeah, I could tell. They made me really happy, you know."

"I'm glad," Riku smiled slightly. Now or never. "Sora . . . I, about that last sentence . . . I mean that too."

Sora blushed red, and lost the eye contact. He whispered, "Are you really falling in love with me, Riku?"

"Yeah," Riku gave a slight nod, and turned his head slightly, eyes downcast. "But I get if you're disgusted or whatever, and . . . I'll stay away, and you won't have to deal with me."

The ghost closed his eyes, silently hoping don't let this ruin any of this. Don't be disgusted. Please.

There was a silence, but the brunette cut through it, ". . . what if I said I was falling in love with you too?"

Riku opened his eyes, and stared at Sora in amazement. Those blue eyes shown back at him, and Riku's face fell into a bright smile. Sora really was telling the truth, and Riku had never felt more relieved and joyful in his whole life (or afterlife).

"I'd say," Riku said. "That I'd be the happiest – err, ghost 'unalive'."

Sora giggled, and Riku grinned. Tonight just might not be that bad after all.

"But Riku," Sora asked, curiously. "How can this work out? And . . . I know I need to help you to move on, but now, I really don't want you to go."

"I don't know if I really want to leave either. I've finally found someone worth staying for."

Sora blushed, again. Riku could now notice this close, how cute Sora was when he blushed. He leaned over the brunette, one hand against the wall, as he smiled lovingly down at Sora.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

"Can you?" Sora asked quietly.

"I can try," Riku honestly did not know what would happen, but he couldn't hold back much longer in this position. He leaned down a bit and captured Sora's lips in a kiss. It wasn't just a peck, either, the kiss lasted a little while, and tongues played. It wasn't exactly making out, but it was close. Riku was mostly in control, because Sora wasn't sure what to really do, but it was such an amazing sensation that it was so easy to follow along. They pulled back after a bit, and they could both admit honestly that that was amazing. It didn't feel any different than being human and kissing a human, but it felt sensational that it was Sora.

"That was my first kiss," Sora admitted, a little embarrassed. But Riku just grinned.

"Then I'm glad I have it."

Tonight wasn't only going to be not that bad, it was probably the best night of Riku's whole life and afterlife, despite the mayhem and ghosts.

Namine, you may be a devil, but I'm so glad I have you.

"C'mon Sor," Riku said. "Let's get out of here."

"But how?"

Riku knew he couldn't transport, but he had another idea. He grabbed the door knob and turned it. The door opened without a problem.

Sora giggled insanely, while Riku said wryly, "She knew what was going to happen all along, that devil."

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'It's a long story.'

'I can listen.'

~Axel and Roxas~

". . . So basically, there was this light and something knocked me in here, and here I am."

" . . ."

"Roxas, you okay?"

"Err, yeah, fine," Roxas replied uneasily. Axel had told him the whole story, and it was hard to believe all that had happened. It was hard to believe that he threatened all his friends with a gun, and swung it around like it was no big deal. He couldn't believe he had played a pawn in that stupid old ghosts game – he was better and stronger then that . . . at least he liked to think so.

Axel glanced at the blond, who looked uneasy at the story he had told him. But, truth be told, Axel left out that kiss. He wanted to forget it, and he was nearly positive that Roxas was better off not knowing.

"Hey, Roxy, you still here?"

Roxas blinked, "Roxy?"

Axel smirked, "Does it bother you?"

Well, usually I would attempt to kill anyone who called me that . . . but . . . . "No, that's fine," Roxas smiled slightly. But . . . this is Axel. That's all there really is too it.

"Roxy, dare I say it, are you blushing?"

Axel was still smirking, and Roxas just blushed redder, and turned his head away, Even if I'm crushing hard on him doesn't changed the fact that he can be a cocky pain.

"This is a really weird room, hey, look at this!"

Roxas looked up to see that Axel had moved from the hammock, and was crouched down, over the contents of a spilled box. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand staring at it oddly. Roxas pushed himself off the hammock, and went to stand behind Axel, leaning over his shoulder and gaping at the picture.

It was hand drawn and colored, and a little crinkled, with the edges ripping. It was honestly . . . a picture of him. With Axel. And they looked like they were holding hands. If that wasn't enough, he recognized the style of the picture. He was nearly positive about who drew it . . . but how?!

"Roxy, honestly, if you keep blushing like that your face will stay permanently red."

Roxas stepped back, really embarrassed and finally managed to say, "Can you stop that?!"

Axel looked up, "Hm?"

"Just . . . stop making fun of me because I like you and it's really stupid because . . . it's obvious it can't . . ."

"Whoa – wait one second," Axel stood up, hands up. He walked over to Roxas. "I'm not making fun of you . . . because of that. I make fun of everyone."

"Not as much as you do to me," Roxas muttered.

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret," Axel said, and Roxas looked up. The red head was smiling, "People that I really like, I make fun of a lot."

Roxas' eyes widened, and he asked quietly, "Do you really like me?"

"Yeah, I do," Axel smiled; it wasn't a smirk this time. "You're really different from anyone else I've really met – I'm honestly falling for you, Roxy. Do you want me to prove it too you?"

Roxas tilted his head slightly, and warm smile adorning his face – which was still red – and asked, "But ho-"

He got his answer quickly. Axel leaned his head down, and their lips locked in a kiss. This was Roxas' first (well, beside from when that pervert of ghost possessed him . . . but that didn't count). This was probably Axel's millionth. But they could both agree it was so different and so much better than any other. It ended after a couple seconds, and they pulled back.

'I guess some times, things really do work out.'

"So how about we take a look around here, and try to find some way to get out," Axel suggested, but then added, "Boyfriend?"

Roxas smiled brightly – first kiss and, err, "relationship" all in the same crazy night? This night wasn't that bad, after all.

"Okay," Roxas agreed, then added cheekily, in response to Axel, "Boyfriend."

Axel just laughed and ruffled his blond hair.

I think everything just may be okay.

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'Zexy, what should we do?'

But for the first time in his life, Zexion was clueless.

~ Zexion and Demyx ~

As they were just about to be completely overtaken by those ghosts, a bright light came blindingly from the left hall way and filled their visions and then somehow, when the light vanished, they were in this office, and sort of study like room that was filled with books, some of which Zexion was skimming through silently. They were, of course, locked in the room. Zexion sat in the old office chair, silently reading, while Demyx sat on the edge of the desk.

I hope everyone's okay . . . I hope Roxas isn't possessed anymore . . .

Demyx sighed, thinking everything over while glancing every so often at Zexion, who had his full attention to the book. Zexy, how can you just sit down and read a book, while I'm freaking out?

Between the ghosts, his mom, all the stupid secrets and his desire to look impressive in front of Zexion . . . this was a lot to handle right now, and Demyx honestly wanted to fix this . . .

It's now than never.

"Um, Zexy?"

"Yeah?"

Zexion didn't look away from the book, but Demyx knew he was listening. The blond sucked in a breath, "There's something I need to tell you . . ."

"And that is . . .?"

Demyx hesitated, but soon the forced the words out of him, "I – I'm not rich!"

"Yeah, I know."

"I-"Demyx stopped, not expecting that at all. "Wait . . . what?!"

"I said, I know."

Demyx stuttered out a ton of nonsense, until he finally came up with an exasperated, "How?"

Zexion sighed, and finally put down the book, and looked up at Demyx, "Demyx, it's pretty obvious. Axel and I were wondering why you never invited us too your house, so we followed you home one day . . . and all we needed to see was right there, once we saw the Kingdom av. Sign. We figured we'd wait for you to tell us."

Inside, Demyx was brimming with confusion, surprise, and happiness. He smiled slightly,

I was worried about nothing . . . I have awesome friends and nothing's gonna change that!

Demyx felt lighter, and unbelievably happy. Secrets really were horrible . . . he then decided to take a chance, and let go of another.

Zexion was still looking at him, and Demyx took the chance as quickly as he could. He slid off the desk, "Zexy, I've got something else I really, really need to say."

"Go for it."

Demyx took a deep breath, trying not to break down. This was really hard for him.

'I'm sorry, but your mother has just been in a car crash.'

"Zexy, my . . . mom, was in a car crash," Demyx said softly, and he felt a bit of confidence from the way that he saw Zexion's usually calm and cold face soften. "And, she's . . . really messed up, it's basically a fifty percent chance she survives and another fifty that . . . that she dies."

". . . What'll happen then?" Zexion asked hesitantly, choosing his words carefully – Demyx really liked that about the silveret.

Demyx shrugged, "Probably foster care. I don't have any other family that I know of, and I've never known my dad. But . . . I really don't want to leave, Zexy."

Then, Demyx couldn't help it. He really started to cry. That phone call going through his mind constantly

'Hello, is your name Demyx Mizu?'

'Uh, yeah. That's me.'

'I'm sorry, but your mother has just been in a car crash.'

Demyx felt woozy, and suddenly he fell down to his knees, and dropped his head onto Zexion's lap. Zexion's eye widened slightly, but this time, he didn't push the blond away. Demyx knew he was being clingy, but he couldn't help it – he needed support, and he prayed that his friend wouldn't push him off.

Zexion didn't push him off, and he sat there in silence for many moments while Demyx sobbed quietly on his lap. Then, something much unexpected happened. Demyx's eyes widened when he felt Zexion's hand brush through his hair gently, over and over, and he heard Zexion say, "Don't worry. We'll find a way through this, somehow. I promise I won't let you go anywhere."

Demyx lifted his head up, and smiled at Zexion, "Zexy, you're the best."

He gave his friend a quick peck on the cheek, and sprang up. He wiped his eyes against his sleeve and then stretched his arms up high, grinning, "I'll feel so much better! Thanks Zexy!"

Zexion quickly recovered from the shock of that kiss, and shrugged slightly, "It's no problem."

Demyx's grin grew wider (if that was even possible). Then, all the sudden, the door swung open, and the two looked at each other. Both clearly saying 'let's get out of here!'

"C'mon, we'd better get out of here," Zexion stood up and head towards the door, and Demyx nodded, eagerly agreeing.

"Yeah! Let's go find the others and kick some ghost butt!"

Demyx ran out of the room, and Zexion smirked, following the blond.

'Demyx will always be Demyx, no matter what. There's no way I'm letting him leave.'

Zexion cared about the blond. A lot. Even if he wouldn't admit it.

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'Those two are so made for each other . . . whether they'll admit it or not.' ~ Rikku

~Leon and Cloud~

"They're not giving up!" Cloud said, agitatedly, while slashing another ghost. It had been probably been half an hour at the least since that bright light that gave them weapons, made Roxas disappear, and then that beyond creepy ghost in his place started attacking them. And he didn't even fight them himself; he had to send these shadow ghosts like creatures. Sure, they disappeared in one clear hit, but there were about a million of these things – and that sword was getting really, really heavy.

Leon didn't seem to have any bit of a problem. He just kept slashing through that ghost's constantly, like he could do it for ages. He then replied, "And I don't think there's a chance they will. C'mon, we've got to run."

Then after one final, amazing slash that wiped out about ten at a time, Leon started to run, and he grabbed Cloud's wrist, and led them up the stairs, and through the main hallway. He took a sharp turn right, opened a door, pushed the blond through, and closed it behind them both.

Cloud stepped back, and nearly tripped on something. "Hey, where are we? A Closet?"

"No," The brunette answered, and he flicked on the light. "My bedroom."

Cloud could see no form of "bedroom" in this room, all that he could see were stacks, fallen over stacks, and tipping stacks of paper. Wait, he could barely make out a bed under what seemed to be an enormous heap of papers. Yuffie had told him that Leon's room was a mess . . . but he didn't think it was this way.

"What's all this paper for, anyway?" Cloud asked, moving a stack, so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. Leon didn't answer, and was too busy searching through all the stacks. Cloud stood up, and walked over towards the brunet.

"What are you doing?" the blond tried again. No answer. Cloud rolled his eyes, "You know, if you told me what you're doing, I could help."

"No, you really can't," Leon replied, rather bluntly. "I can find it. It's around here somewhere."

Cloud huffed. There really was no getting through to him, was there? He walked back over to the bed and sat down. But he wasn't careful enough, and a stack of papers on his side fell into his lap – he glanced over, to see that either Leon didn't notice or didn't even care. He was too absorbed in what he was "looking for". Cloud sighed, and started to stack the papers up, but then something small fell out. He set the paper's aside, and grabbed it off the floor. It was a photo. Cloud squinted to make it out. It was black and white, and there were definitely three people in it. He could come down to the conclusion that it was a woman, a man, and a small boy . . . but that was pretty much it. He stared at it for a bit longer, until something clicked . . . that man looked a lot like that ghost! It was the ghost who was in place of Roxas after that flash of light, except he looked a lot less creepy.

"Leon," Cloud said, the brunet actually glanced up. "Take a look at this."

"I'm busy."

"Seriously! Come over here!" The blond urged. "I've found something!"

Leon sighed, and walked over, taking the photo from Cloud and his eyes widened slightly.

"Doesn't that man look a lot like that ghost we saw down stairs?" Cloud asked.

"Yeah, I can't believe you found it," Leon said. "This is what I was looking for."

"So I DID help you?" Cloud grinned, and Leon smirked slightly. "So, what can this picture help us with – since you, well, are the paranormal investigator here."

"This tells us more about the ghost, and that, there IS one," Leon explained. "The key factor to getting rid of ghosts, or helping them pass on, is to figure out about their past and WHY their ghost's in the first place. We've got a long way to go from here, but this is a start."

"Ah, I get it," Cloud nodded. "But before we do any research, I need to find Roxas. You owe me for finding that picture."

Leon scoffed, "Don't get too cocky, Strife. Fine, I need to find Sora too."

"Good," Cloud smiled. "Now what are we waiting for? We've got little brother's to save!"

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'Always running away from conflict, huh? Especially that involving Seifer Almasy.' ~ Zexion

~Seifer and Hayner~

"Oh, c'mon Pence. This isn't funny. Where the heck are you?!"

Hayner was trudging down some hallway god knows where in that mansion. Pence had been right there but then there was some flash of light and he was gone. There was no way Pence could run that fast.

I've just got to find someone, ANYONE else . . . even that creepy ninja girl . . . seriously anyone.

Suddenly, something collided with him, and the blond fell down, "Hey!!!! Wat-"

"C'mon lamer, you got to run!"

Hayner's eyes widened at who was in front of him, but quickly narrowed them, and jumped up, "Seifer? What the hell are you doing here? Sora's brother is gonna kill –"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever – he's "gonna kill me" but I've got bigger problems here and if you know what's good for you, you'd run too!"

Hayner was taken aback, but not letting his guard down yet. He eyed the blond suspiciously, "Why are you actually being somewhat nice to me?"

Seifer sighed, agitated, "Are you really gonna make me say it, lamer?"

"Yeah," Hayner grinned, arms crossed. "I am."

Seifer growled but muttered out, "I need your help."

"I thought so," Hayner couldn't have been grinning any larger. But it slipped off in an instant, at what he saw behind Seifer, "Are they by chance what you were running from?"

Seifer turned around, and swore, "Dammit! Their back!"

"Any bright ideas?"

"What I've been saying all along, lamer," Seifer muttered. "Run!"

They turned and dashed down the hall, with a hoard of ghosts on their trail

Okay, I know I said anyone . . . stupid fates out to get me.

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Xemnas smirked.

All this chaos was beyond amusing, and so far, he was winning this game. The night was still young, but he could already tell that it's be a very good night.

A very good night, indeed.

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There it is. The fastest chapter in a very long time! Hope you enjoy it!

Okay, I'm going to make this clear. I've got band camp. For twelve hours. Every day until I get a break on Friday. So there is no way a chapter is coming any faster than most likely Sunday . . . but I'm not making any promises! I hope you guy's understand!

I'm not gonna write much more, but remember, reviews are definite fuel! I got twelve this time, and that was so awesome! That's what seriously got this chapter out today, honestly. Please, keep em coming! Same thing goes as last time, If I get as much as a response as last time, it's definite that chap 18 pt. 2 will be up by Sunday . . . maybe Saturday! Lol

~Before-I-Fall =3