THE COMEDY CONTINUES!

Hi peoples. On the voting thing, so far I have ONE vote for Trigun, ONE vote for Yu-Gi-Oh and TWO votes for Inuyasha.

That's pretty pathetic people.

Come on! Don't you want to make sure no one dies? Ok, here; if you vote "Hellsing" someone will die. BUT if I don't get more votes, I might just have to make it a Hellsing crossover… BLACKMAIL! MUAHAHAHA!

Anyway, I am bored again today. (Again am I stuck in this world of CONSTRUCTION!) I have school tomorrow, but I might write then, too. I don't have a super busy life. It's amazingly weird and fun, but since I like typing I always make sure to save time for it.

I am so slow. I just realized I could go to "Stats" and see how many hits, favorites, alerts, and stuff my stories get. My story has, all in all, 51 reviews, 3283 hits, 20 favs, and 16 alerts. (I don't know if that's a lot, but it's a lot to me, so YAY!)

sniffle you guys ROCK!

I have a group of fans who are extra cool and special because it seems like they review every time with good advice and comments. So, here come da thanks!

1) Nghtmarz of christmas: I believe this person was my first reviewer. THANKS BUDDY!

2) ElaisDaemonwing has reviewed more than any other reviewer. THANKS BUDDY!

3) Some Special people: Kyoto-chan, Tera Earth, Rios Masquerade, Axel's Girlfriend, and Mooncry.

Thanks to ALL reviewers and ALL readers (even though it would be nice if you reviewed… its ok, I will just drown in sadness… SMACK OK! OK! I'll stop with the drama!). This is my first successful story on any website, so thanks to all the people who read it, love it, and review it.

MOVING FORWARD DOWN THE PATH OF CRAK! COMEDY SULHADAHNE FIGHTS ON!

Sora noticed it just beforehand. A huge shadow was being thrown over Demyx, Sora, and their two unconscious companions. Spinning around, Sora saw the monstrous being.

It was a Heartless, with a big heart shaped piece cut out of its chest. It looked like a shadow version of the little girl from the sign at the beginning of the fun house. An enormous ruler was in its hand, and she held it firmly with a terrible, vile grin.

"AHHHH!" Demyx screamed, standing behind Sora.

"This is great, the bad guy comes, and Saix and Marluxia are sleeping on the job!" Sora complained. Demyx groaned.

"I WANT TO LIVE!" He begged. Sora kicked his shin.

"Calm down, we can still beat it!" Sora told the mullet boy. Demyx whimpered, but he brought his sitar out, prepared to fight.

The gigantic thing took a step forward, shaking the ground. Demyx created a shield of water around Saix and Marluxia, and then stepped forward to Sora.

"How do you know you can do this?" Demyx asked quietly. "What if something goes wrong?" Sora looked down for a moment, thinking.

"I don't know if I can. And something could go wrong; I guess something already has." He joked, nodding back to Saix and Marluxia. "But I have to keep going. I can't give up now. Not when there's so much on the line and so much to gain."

Demyx looked awed. "So that's what keeps you going?" He spoke. Sora nodded.

"Yeah." Demyx grinned.

"Well, then, let's kick this Chucky reject back into the shadows!" He joked. Sora cheered.

Just then, the Heartless swung its long ruler towards them, aiming for their heads. With a yelp, Demyx fell to the ground, but Sora leapt up, landing on the ruler, and running up it, towards the creature.

Demyx watched him in awe.

'Why can't I do that?' He asked himself.

Sora came to the edge of the ruler, where the hand was, and leapt up as the girl's free hand came barreling towards him. Using momentum, Sora threw the keyblade up over his head, spinning towards the girl's face.

Before Sora could even attack, the Heartless opened its mouth and breathed fire.

Sora cried out as he was sent spiraling backwards and into the wall, clothes singed. He began sliding to the ground, but beneath him, the beast thrust its fist into the wall so that Sora would land on it. With that, he prepared an even bigger fire attack.

Demyx cried out, unsure of what to do. He knew that if he left the area, Saix and Marluxia's shield would go down, but if he didn't Sora would be burnt to a crisp.

That was always why he ran away. How do you make decisions like that? Decide who lives and who dies? Try and save someone's life, have their life in the palm of your hands, and then you mess up?

What was he to do?

Sora groaned, still trying to stand, and he called out to Demyx.

"Stay there!" He commanded. "I can take this!"

Something inside Demyx snapped.

Here Sora was being Mr. Big and Brave. Demyx was tired of running, tired of being saved, tired of being useless. There was no way he was going to sit back and let Sora "take this".

Crying out, Demyx rushed up to Sora on a wave, and stood before the boy with his arms outstretched. Sitar in hand, he yelled to the beast.

"DANCE, WATER, DANCE!"

A huge wave of water came up around Demyx, surrounding the beast's arm and flying up at its head just as the flames began to erupt from its mouth. The beast was "put out" and with a roar, it tumbled to the ground, disappearing into the darkness.

Demyx: The emotion "brave" is now grown.

Now even the dork has a heart!

Stop complaining, Axel. Besides, I think it was really cool what he did.

When do I get to have a heart?

Be patient, seriously! This is why I shouldn't have chosen the fire element…

HEY!

Demyx and Sora fell to the ground, both glad the fight was over. Sora looked over to Demyx.

"You didn't have to do that." Sora grinned. Demyx laughed.

"Nope, I didn't." Demyx stood and walked over to Saix and Marluxia.

"We'd better continue on." Sora said, walking up slowly and taking Marluxia's arm. Sora found the man was a bit heavy for him to carry.

"Here, allow me." Demyx chimed. He strummed his sitar one last time before letting it disappear, and two replicas of him were born. Without a pause, the two rushed up and picked up the two unconscious boys.

"Cool." Sora grinned. Demyx chuckled.

"Let's keep going."

Tifa groaned. Her ears were throbbing, sore, and she couldn't really hear. She heard mumbling and such, but that had all ended hours ago, and she guessed it was night now. There were bandages over her eyes, so she couldn't see. Anxiety kept her awake, making her nervous.

How were the others? What was going on? Where was she?

It was late at night when she finally heard something. She couldn't make it out quite well enough, but it sounded like "click, click, click, click". Tifa thought maybe Cloud was coming.

She heard a "thumm" that sounded like someone sitting in a chair, and she sat up, feeling around her. Patting towards the edge of the bed, she still found nothing, until…

A gloved hand took hers.

"Cloud?" She asked. The being spoke, but she couldn't quite make it out.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered sadly. "I can't hear you."

It was silent for a moment, until the gloved hand turned her hand palm up. Tifa was confused for a moment, until she felt his finger on her palm. The being was writing in her hand.

"Are you Cloud?" Tifa asked. It took only a second for the being to write an answer. "N. O."

"Then who are you?" She implored.

The gloved hand caressed Tifa's cheek for a moment. She was shocked; who was this person.

The being began writing his name in her palm. Tifa recited the letters the person wrote.

"V." She began. "I. N. C. E. N. T."

Tifa was shaking, trembling, barely able to contain herself. It couldn't be!

"V. A. L. E. N. T. I. N. E." Tifa took in a sob. "Vincent Valentine." The being closed her palm and placed his hand around hers.

She could remember Vincent very well, even if she couldn't see him. He was a friend of Cloud's, thus he was a friend of Tifa's. During the time Cloud and his team had been fighting Sephiroth on their home planet, they had found Vincent sleeping in a coffin in an old mansion. Vincent had been genetically altered by a man named Hojo, and he had a demon in his mind named "Chaos" because of it. The poor troubled man had many demons.

If Vincent still looked like he had when Tifa had last seen him, he had long black hair and red eyes, with a red cloth around his forehead. He had a long red cloak, with a large "collar" that covered the lower part of his face and buckled. Beneath the cloak were black puffy pants and a black shirt, but usually you didn't see beneath the cloak. His shoes were gold metal, and pointed at the end.

(Want a better picture, then go to and search "Vincent and Valentine" in that order)

Vincent was cold because of his past, and brooding, but he had warmed up a bit in the time Tifa had known him. When the group's home world had been destroyed, everyone had been separated. Tifa went looking for Cloud in the hopes of keeping him from falling into despair, but she hadn't seen Vincent since. Actually, she had very much wanted to go after Vincent as well, but she knew he could handle himself. Cloud could sometimes blame himself for everything.

Tifa hadn't seen Vincent since then.

"Is it really you, Vincent?" Tifa kept back sobs. Vincent wrote "yes" in her hand. The girl smiled, wishing so badly she could see just so that she could see him. But feeling him would have to do.

Throwing herself at him, Tifa wrapped her arms around the man's neck as he chuckled and awkwardly hugged her in return.

"AHHHHH!" Demyx cried again.

"KEEP RUNNING!" Sora cried.

The two were still in the Fun house, but they had found it wasn't that fun. They were "standing" in a wheel that kept spinning and spinning. It was an enormous wheel standing in all blackness; if you fell over the side, you were done for. Not only that, but many heartless were on the wheel with them, rushing after them. At this disadvantage, Sora and Demyx didn't want to fight, especially since they were so tired and weak at the moment.

The funny thing was, running was getting them nowhere.

"AHHHHHH!" Demyx screamed again as a heartless that had stopped running whirled overhead and swooped down on him. His clone behind him, the one holding Saix, shot water at the heartless, sending it into the blackness. Demyx gulped, glad it wasn't him.

Sora looked behind him to see even more heartless forming for the ones that fell over the edge.

"This is just LOVELY!" HE shouted, exhausted. How were they supposed to get off a wheel in the middle of nowhere?

Suddenly, a huge crack broke the silence, and the wheel stopped moving. It was like the hinges on the wheel had broken.

And now the wheel was falling forward.

Sora and Demyx screamed as the wheel fell down, down, down into the blackness, screaming like sissy little babies.

The wheel crashed down below the castle in the white icy area Sora remembered from his first visit. With a slam it fell on its side, and Sora and Demyx collapsed to the ground. Both were exhausted, but there will still heartless to fight.

Sora stood up immediately, chest heaving, and summoned the keyblade. But from the way he was limping, he knew this would be a challenge. He attacked anyway, slashing threw heartless after heartless as Demyx protected his two clones and the unconscious boys.

Suddenly, in the air, a black rectangle appeared. It was an open doorway, just pure black. Sora saw it out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to look at it from his position.

Even though he couldn't look at it, he heard something… he heard someone talking in his head.

'Welcome to my little home' Sora listened intently to the voice as he fought.

'It rests between the dead and dawn. Only seen by the alone, it rests between the here and gone.' With a cry, Sora flung a heartless into a group that had been sneaking up on Demyx. The boy nodded his thanks.

'And if you come to this little heaven you will find a secret place. With all of us, we seven, you will find the last of our race.' Sora stopped fighting for a moment.

"Who's talking to me?" He asked the open air.

'Welcome to my little home; it rests between the dead and dawn. Where the lonely cease to roam that road of Twilight zone.' Sora yelled, repeating himself.

"Who's talking to me?" He pleaded. One last time, the voice talked in his head.

'Mitsuka.'

Sora looked over to the door. It looked like there was someone inside, reaching their hand out to him. He called out to Demyx.

"Come on! Let's get out of this 'fun house'!" Sora cried. Demyx nodded, letting his clones dissipate as he took Marluxia under the shoulder, having his water fight the enemies off. Sora rushed over and held Saix up, and the two walked up to the black door and through it.

Tifa woke up with no pain at all. She still couldn't see and could barely hear, but she felt fine nonetheless. Cloud and Yuffie and many others had spent their mornings talking to her, comforting her as Aerith tried all she could to heal Tifa's eyes. At the moment, Aerith herself was standing on the balcony, resting.

"I just don't know what to do." Aerith sighed, sweat covered. Everyone was counting on her, especially Tifa. How could she saw her sight?

The timeless silence was broken when Aerith heard sounds behind her. It sounded like a "click, click, click, click" of metal hitting metal.

"Who's there?" Aerith implored, keeping her cool. No one responded.

Aerith stepped from the balcony, looking the room over. Still, nothing.

Then, someone came up behind her. The being was very tall, but hidden in shadow. Aerith sensed him there and backed away, turning around to face him.

"What do you want?" She asked, trying to pierce the darkness to look at him. The man lifted his open palm.

"Here." He spoke. His voice was deep. The man held in his palm a vial, and the vial was shaped like a pear, and the lid had small angel wings on it.

"What… is it?" She implored. The man held it higher.

"Water." He spoke. "But not ordinary water. It comes from the Null Stream, from deep within the Purgatory of Endless Twilight."

"The Purgatory?" Aerith asked, slowly reaching out for the bottle. The man nodded.

"The Purgatory of Endless Twilight; the equivalent of 'Heaven' for Nobodies and nothings." He explained.

"How did you get this?" Aerith held it in her hand, looking the shining vial over. Chuckling, the being stepped back into the darkness even more.

"Dream Catcher passes it to you." He said. Aerith nodded, tightening her grip on the glass. It was then she wondered who the man giving this to her was.

"Do I know you?" She pondered, moving closer to the man. He sounded so familiar. When she moved forward, he moved back.

"Perhaps, perhaps not!"

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, back into the Purgatory. Aerith smiled.

"I knew it was you, Vincent!"