RACE! RACE FOR YOUR LIVES!

So, how do you guys like the new game? I promise you the race is gonna not only be really cool, but also nucking futs. It's gonna be the hardest thing I've ever written! And for Advent Children fans, the bikes Sora and Roxas have look like the ones from Advent Children. Also, I will introduce other racers that are OCS, characters from FF, anime characters, all sorts, and when that happens, I will give you a bio of them that is spoiler free. Alright?

Let the Race begin!

(Well, not yet, but hey! Sounds nice.)

"Wow!" Sora gasped. Cloud rolled his eyes, chuckling.

"That's the seventh time, Sora." He joked.

The group was walking into Monde Race, and it was quite a sight. The large gate looked formidable before them, towering and metallic. The place was full of people running to and fro. Coming inside more, loudspeakers announced proclaims in multiple languages, many beings of races unknown chatted here and there (A few alien chicks looked Sora over. Shyly, he smiled and waved politely, trying to stay far away) and an enormous cafeteria held many groups who were sitting to enjoy the company.

The sign up booth was a long table over 100 feet long, and it was packed. Most were spectators interested in who was racing, and some were selling tickets illegally.

"Excuse me!" Sora called, trying to push through. "Coming through!" It worked a little, but very little.

"Move."

Auron stepped up, sweeping his coat aside and demanded they get out of his way. Many of the crowd gasped, some moved immediately, and others went wide eyed. Taking Sora by the hand, he pulled him through the crowd as Vincent, Cloud, and Cid went off to look for Roxas.

Soon, surprisingly, Sora found himself at the sign up booth. The woman behind the desk looked perfect, so perfect that she seemed mechanical, and she gave Sora a mechanical smile when he approached.

"Name, sir?" She asked in a robotic voice.

"Sora Strife." Auron answered. Sora looked up at him, gawking.

"Very well, Mr. Strife. Please fill out this note card with any illnesses or disabilities you may have and with any and all weapons you will be using in the race." Sora, still gawking, took the paper and quickly filled it out with one word: "Keyblade".

"The drive forms are weapons." Auron added. Sora nodded and added "Drive forms" to the list. Passing it back, the woman fed it into the computer.

"Mr. Strife, what manner will you be using to race?" The robot asked.

"Motorcycle, perhaps flight, if necessary." The woman nodded as she typed.

"How many people with you?" She implored.

"Other than myself, four." The robot continued typing. "I guess Roxas gets his own room, huh?" Auron nodded.

"Alright, Mr. Strife," A ticket printed out of the computer. "Your test to enter is tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock sharp; your bedroom is on the third level in the left side of the building, room 3B-276. The racers will be briefed on the race the night before the race, and I will need your measurements for your race suit." Sora looked baffled with all the information, and shook his head wildly.

"I don't need one, thank you." The robot nodded.

"Then you will need this." She took out a sort of bracelet with a flashing red light on it. "During the race, this will tell us of your health status." Sora nodded and pocketed the device.

Smiling a fake smile, the robot waved mechanically. "Good luck, Mr. Strife!"

"Wow that was a lot to take in at once." Sora sighed. Chuckling, Auron followed the boy up the stairwell that led to level three-B. Both were tired.

Both were being watched.

The room was mist filled, dark, and dreary, like something you'd see as a vampire lair in a horror film. In the center of the room was a twenty foot high back of a chair, which was truly a large throne, large enough for two people to sit on. One woman sat on the throne, stretched out across it gently and sexily.

She yawned, bored. Watching the brown haired boy was as boring as watching her sister squirm in her chains. This was not amusing. Pondering if she should go ahead and make an appearance, the large, gothic door to the room swung open.

"Ugh. Where'd you come from?" The girl rudely implored. The man chuckled.

"Same place as always, milady." He stepped into the room.

The man was tall and lanky, thin as a rail, but not weak looking. He was actually very intimidating, and at least six foot. Detailed black eye make up designs went around his eyelids. Dark, black waves of thick hair sexily went past his chin slightly and curled at the tips. His lips were pure black. Clothing was simple; he wore a tuxedo, but had taken the jacket off and placed in the crook of his arm.

"Morpheus. Any news?" The man shook his head gently. Opening his eyes, it turned out they were the most beautiful blend of red the shade of sunset reflected on the ocean and green the color of deep forests and earthy brown like that of the muddy earth after a storm. It was enchanting, hypnotic, and gorgeous.

"I'm afraid things are boring, as usual." He joked, walking up nonchalantly and sitting on the side of the throne that the girl didn't occupy. She moved her legs, and when he sat down, placed her legs on his lap.

"Morpheus? Tell me, have you found it yet?" He shook his head. She groaned.

"Just kill me." He shushed her gently.

"Now, now, don't speak like that." He chided. She rolled her eyes.

"'Just die, Hinode. Just die.' Kill me now." She reproached. He sighed.

"Don't believe the fools of the day. Just listen… 'To the Music of the Night.'" Hinode giggled, but it seemed empty and vile. She grinned evilly, the look in her eyes dastardly, her overall appearance demonic.

"I love that story."

Sora trudged into his room, looked at the bed, and collapsed.

"Night." And with that, he fell asleep. Auron laughed, shaking his head as he headed out of the room.

"I need a drink." Auron stated.

So Auron traveled the levels down to the first floor pub, where, of course, he found Cid. Cloud had found Roxas, and the two were now signing him up for the race. Of course, Vincent had disappeared off to somewhere.

"I think he went to get his coffin." Cid stated at the bar. The only one near Auron and Cid hid his face, but he seemed to perk up at the mention of a coffin.

"Coffin?" Auron asked.

"Yeah- Vincent sleeps in a coffin cause of – well, you didn't hear this from me. A long while back, Vincent fell in love with a woman named –"

"Lucrecia." Auron nodded. "I have heard of her." Cid nodded somberly.

"They were both human then. But this bastard named Hojo, a scientist, kidnapped them. Not only did Lucrecia bare a son by Hojo, but Lucrecia died in childbirth. After that, Hojo kept Vincent in his lab, testing him painfully day by day. I don't know how many demons that man gave poor Valentine, but Vincent did not leave that lab the same man."

"Given up on life, he looked himself in a coffin in the basement of a mansion once he escaped Hojo. He slept for thirty five years before Cloud and them found em." Cid took a big swig of his drink. Auron remained silent.

"What about you?" Cid implored. "How'd you end up dead?"

The stranger down the bar perked up even more.

"Simple. I died." Auron smirked. Cid laughed heavily.

"Smart one. What happened?" Auron sighed.

"The Lord of the Dead inquired my help to my freedom." Auron answered.

"So you helped Hades?" Auron's smirk returned.

"Of course not. I refused, and escaped." Cid grinned.

"That's badass! Refusing the Lord of the Dead and getting ur life back!" Cid slammed his drink on the table happily. The watchful stranger smirked. He was quite smitten with whatever was amusing him about Auron and Cid.

"What about you, Cid? A story? A love?" Cid grinned at Auron's question.

"My love is the sky and the ships I build for it, man! Me story, too." He finished his beer, now blushing a bit, and ordered a second stronger one.

"Another." The voice caught Auron's ears. It was the stranger's voice, quiet, but demanding, ordering another drink. The waiter quickly complied; something about the warrior was intimidating to the waiter. That was odd; these men where use to tough guys.

Then Auron saw the man's drink. It was blood red, and in a medicine pouch. Like blood from a hospital.

"Tha's inter'sting." Cid spoke, sipping his drink. Auron turned around as to not annoy the other man.

"Hey! Hey you!" Someone was beckoning them. "You in the red!"

Both Auron and the stranger turned. They both had blood red coats on.

"The one with the wounded arm." Auron stood, and the stranger remained turned.

The man addressing him had silver hair, short and adorning his chin, perfectly. He was tall with acid green eyes and a long black cloak sort of like that of the organization. Two others were behind him, one sitting down laxly, and the other standing. The one sitting down had very long, silky hair that was silver as well, and acid green eyes just like the other. He wore the same clothing as well.

The third was muscle bound, unlike the others, and his hair was very short. His eyes and hair were the same color as the others, and his clothing was the same.

"The blonde next to you; I know him. And I hate him. I want to kill someone. But since I know he is no challenge" Cid jumped up, drunk and angry.

"I am too!" The man kept going. The man talking smirked evilly.

"I am challenging you. Cease my boredom. Entertain me, Legendary Auron."

Whispers went through the crowd.

"That's Auron?"

"It's Auron, Braska's Guardian!" Cid looked puzzled. He leaned over Auron's shoulder and whispered.

"Braska?" He pondered. Auron shook his head.

"A story for another time." He answered. Pulling his sword from his belt, he prepared himself. The bartender sighed and backed away. The stranger at the bar in red grinned, his teeth fanged. Cid noticed and backed away – very slowly.

"May I ask the name of my opponent, since it seems you know me?" The other man bowed elegantly.

"I am Kadaj – my brothers, Loz and Yazoo."

(Advent Children fans scream, drool, and die of happiness. Now, for the low down on these three!

They are related to Sephiroth, sort of like little brothers, but not really. Notice they share the same eye color and hair as Sephiroth?

Loz (The muscle bound one) can use this weapon that has electricity and can speed up and disappear for short amounts of time. Yazoo (a girly looking type of bishie) fights with two guns, and the leader, Kadaj, has a katana, but the katana has two blades coming from the hilt.

The three are quite the group; Loz is a cry baby, but is very strong, Yazoo is slick, and sly, and crafty, while Kadaj is malicious, tricky, and easily angered. Well, to the story!)

With that, Kadaj pulled from its sheath a sword which had two sharp blades coming from the hilt, and prepared himself, His brothers didn't move, but all others in the large room backed up to watch around it. Only Cid, the three silver haired men, Auron, and the stranger remained.

"We begin!"

Kadaj flew forward all of a sudden, and the sword that had been limp at Auron's side thrust into the air at such a speed it was unseeable by human eyes. Kadaj slammed into the bar, knocking a bar stool of its hinges as Cid leapt aside and scampered off.

"Go for it, Auron!" He cheered, grinning.

Auron slashed and dashed, using his one arm to control the heavy sword. Kadaj was an elegant fighter; every move was a dance, every twist planned. Slicing the bar apart at the center, Kadaj flipped out of Auron's way. He landed standing on the wall on the inside of the bar, his feet destroying and shattering all of the glasses there. The flying shards and the droplets of blood made a beautiful sight.

Kadaj spun off the wall, his sword slashing into Auron, but he dodged it perfectly. The old man wasn't even breathing hard.

Kadaj was pushed off by Auron's strength, and he landed on his feet, bending down on one knee. Looking up with eyes full of bloody lust and psychotic intent, he laughed.

"You truly are Auron, back from the grave! They say that Death himself raised you up for his assistance, but you turned him aside!" He laughed again, flipping backward into a spiral attack. Auron easily dodged it with a flick of his wrist. The man was a strong warrior, but Auron matched him.

The stranger eyes were wide and lustful.

Auron and Kadaj continued fighting heavily. A stranger walked up to the doorway, leaning against the frame. But truly, he was no stranger.

He was quite familiar.

"Xemnas?" The girl asked the mirror. She knew Xemnas was on vacation with the others, but before he left, he had told her to go to the mirror. It had been hard since she couldn't see.

Tifa stood, stroking the mirror, searching for a sign. Suddenly, a gloved hand took hers.

"Who - ?" Someone placed their finger against her mouth.

"It's me." Tifa relaxed. It was him – Vincent.

"Xemnas needs you to give this to Kairi." He placed something in her hand. It felt sharp, and had a chain as well. It was a necklace of some sort. Tifa nodded.

"I will."

Vincent took her face in his hands gently, turning her face up to look at him. With a silenced sigh, he slowly removed the blindfold.

Tifa blinked, but still everything was hard to see. She could definitely see better than before, which meant the medicine was working, but she couldn't see totally. She could make out Vincent, and up close, she could see his face alright.

She saw his rare smile, kind and filled with gentle love.

"Thank you, Vincent. Aerith told me what you did." She smiled.

"What else could I do?" He asked.

All of a sudden, Tifa realized Vincent had her against a wall. She blushed, looking down. Gently, Vincent turned her face up to him.

"Now, I will keep my promise from years ago. From the day we were separated, I made a promise to myself for you." Tifa's eyes were curious and wondering.

"What promise?" She inquired, thinking she knew the promise and that she liked where it was going. Vincent smirked quite sexily.

"To love you."

And with that, his lips enveloped hers.

Tifa forgot the chain necklace in her fist.

Back at the fight, Auron backed up, preparing for Kadaj's next attack. He smiled to the visitor at the door.

"You woke me up." He complained. Auron smiled.

"The keyblade master cannot sleep on the job." He joked. Sora summoned the keyblade, and Auron backed off.

"Children get all the fun." Auron joked, grinning.

And then the real fight began.

Hey guys. Today, I saw "Talladega Nights; the Ballad of Ricky Bobby."

WTFOMG! THAT MOVIE WAS HILARIOUS!


Crack comedy fans must drop everything and go see it.


Anyway, Advent children fans are probably really happy now, since Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo will all be participating in the race.

Also, back when we had the anime poll, I doomed one of my favorite animes. But, to make up for it, I'm still putting it in by making a character from it a racer. People who know him will love him, and those that don't him, think of him this way;

Take Sephiroth, take some of his ice away, make him vampire like, and you have the character I'm referring to. One last clue;

Hellsing fans are gonna love this!

Sulhadahne