Pfft, oh, thanks, people. It really tells me how interested you are when NO ONE REVIEWS BUT KAZE... (complain complain complain) But oh well - THIS time around, I'm going to keep posting whether you want me to or not. (smirk) But yeah, thanks to Kaze for reviewing. (Oh, what excellent advice you give, my friend... XD)

Char gets some action in this chapter. Yay. And Axel/Roxas/Anxclof friendship at the end. (If anyone gets a triangle from that I'm going to puke...)

Disclaimer- Don't own.

Roxas headed over to The Usual Spot, deep in thought. He flicked a stray lock of blond hair out of his eyes as he walked through the back alley, the echo of his footsteps registering absently in his mind.

"A Keyblade…" he murmured. Noticing a stick lying on the ground, he picked it up, stared at it for a moment. "What was that all about?" he wondered at last, and tossed it over his shoulder.

The sound of something making contact with something else startled Roxas and he turned to see the stick hit a dark-cloaked, hooded figure square in the chest before hitting the ground.

"Oh!" Roxas started, taking a few steps, but before he could apologize the figure, without so much as a snort of indignation, turned and headed off toward the Sandlot. "Er…" the blond said awkwardly. "Sorry… about that…"

Well, that was weird… Ignoring the tremor of apprehension at the cloaked figure's appearance, Roxas continued on his way toward The Usual Spot. It seemed that all sorts of weird things were happening to him lately…

Upon entering his and his friends' normal hangout, Roxas spotted Hayner, Pence and Olette enjoying the sea-salt ice cream that Twilight Town was famous for. One would think that the four friends would have put on a few pounds by now from consuming so much of the icy-blue treat, but for some odd reason they didn't. The spiky-haired boy suddenly realized that only now had he noticed the strangeness of the inconsequential ice cream consumption – man, these dreams must really be getting to me – and instead of dwelling on it he sat down on a nearby crate.

Hayner noticed his friend sit next to him. "Hey, Roxas. We saved some ice cream for you." As he spoke he picked up another ice cream by the stick and offered it to Roxas.

"Thanks," the other muttered absently, taking it and giving it a few quick licks. The familiar flavor of it seemed to soothe him, as though the ice cream were somehow telling him that everything would be alright. A heaven-sent message from sea-salt ice cream – not exactly the most orthodox method, but it would have to work for now.

"So… I was just thinking earlier, and… do you guys think we'll always be together like this?" Pence asked, practically blurting out the last part in a rush, as though he assumed the others would think the idea was stupid.

"I sure hope so," Olette replied.

"Well, we can't be together forever," Hayner said, looking somewhat bemused at Pence's words. "But that's what growing up is all about, right? It's not important how often we're together, but how often we think about each other."

Roxas allowed himself a small chuckle. "Get that off a fortune cookie?"

"That's it, no more ice cream for you," Hayner told Pence, shaking his finger in a mock-reproving way.

"Just thinking out loud."

"Man, today's turning out to be a drag already," Hayner muttered, his traditional morning mood-swings immediately taking effect.

"Maybe because of yesterday's thief?" Olette suggested.

"Nah…" The wild-haired boy suddenly leaped up, looking as though he had just gotten a particularly brilliant idea. "I think I know what it is. It's just because we don't want summer to be over, is all! So, you know what we should do?" he continued, getting up and pacing with a finger in the air to make his point. It faintly reminded Roxas of one of their teachers giving a lesson. "We should go to the beach! And why are we going, you ask? Because we haven't gone all vacation, that's why."

He paused for breath and turned to grin expectantly at them. When there was no reply, his happy expression faded and he looked annoyed. "Oh, come on!"

"Maybe you forgot," Roxas said, "but we're broke."

"Maybe you forgot that I'm smart!" Hayner retorted. He gestured to Pence and Olette. "C'mon, guys!"

Olette stood up and followed Hayner out of The Usual Spot, smiling somewhat sheepishly at Roxas as she went. With a cry of "Hey, wait up!", Pence had run out as well.

Roxas stood there, feeling partly annoyed and partly depressed. Why couldn't he just relax and enjoy himself like his friends? Obviously, there was nothing to worry about: aside from the fact that summer was nearly over, of course, but that was inevitable. No, he was just being selfish, letting minor little things get him down and keep him from enjoying the last week of true freedom with his friends that he had left.

He looked up at the sound of Pence's voice calling "Roxas, hurry up!" Growling slightly under his breath, the blond ran out the door without looking back.

Roxas found his friends in Station Heights, looking at a Struggle poster. He smiled to himself at the look of excited anticipation on Hayner's face.

Hayner clapped Roxas on the back. "Just two days to go. We have to make the finals. That way, no matter who wins, we all get to split the prize."

"Okay, you're on," Roxas replied cheerfully.

"You two are gonna clean up," Pence said.

"Go get 'em," Olette added.

"Now…" Hayner began, pacing around them again. "How much munny do we need?"

"Hm… it's 900 munny each to get on the train, and 300 each to spend there."

"So… that makes a total of 4800 munny," Pence quickly deduced, and Roxas inwardly sighed. Seriously, why did his friend bother to still do math during the summer, anyway?

"To spend on what?" the spiky-haired boy asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Pretzels, of course!" Hayner answered, giving him a 'duh-you-should-know-this' look. "We can't get watermelon there; they're, like, 2000 munny apiece. Crazy, eh?"

"…Pretzels it is," Roxas agreed after a moment.

"So… how much munny do we have?" Olette asked. "I've got 650, but…"

"800." That was Pence.

The three of them turned to look at Roxas, and he sighed. "Only 150. Sorry."

Hayner sighed irritably. "We still need another…" Pausing, he looked at Pence for assistance.

"That makes 1600, so we still need another 3200. We need to get 800 munny each."

"Alright, then!" Hayner dusted off his hands. "We have until the train leaves to do some odd jobs and earn ourselves some dough!"

"Didn't you say you had it covered?" Pence asked with a sigh.

"But those pretzels are sounding pretty good…" reminded Olette.

"Well, that took forever," Roxas muttered as he walked down the streets of Station Heights, away from the job billboard. He was still nursing a few injuries on his hands and knees from trying to skateboard around town getting those letters to the citizens. He mentally chided himself for getting so distracted by the weird dreams that even he, the self-proclaimed master of skateboarding, would suffer wounds from falling off of said skateboard.

Roxas waved idly to the people who were calling out to him as he walked; tried to smile like normal and fall into society just like he always did, but somehow he didn't think he pulled it off very well.

He let his eyes rove lazily around the streets, and instantly shot to attention. If he didn't know any better, he could've sworn he spotted the tails of a dark robe disappearing around the corner into the underground tunnel. Normally Roxas and his friends never used the tunnels, finding the trains to be more comfortable and less exhausting. But, remembering the dark person from this morning, the blond felt his curiosity piqued.

"Wait!" he yelled, and instantly regretted it when a few of the townspeople nearby turned to give him questioning looks. Ignoring the feeling of embarrassment that threatened to warm his cheeks, he broke into a run down toward the tunnel where the person had disappeared.

He skidded to a halt at the entrance and peered out; but he was greeted only by impregnable darkness. Roxas felt a stab of disappointment, but at the same time something seemed to whisper in his mind.

It's not totally impenetrable, Roxas.

The blond furrowed his brows in a confused frown – the voice sounded familiar somehow.

Come on, Roxas. The darkness isn't that much to be afraid of. You should know.

Roxas shook the voice out of his mind; however, he didn't end up dwelling on it for long anyway, because he suddenly heard a soft splashing noise from somewhere further off, followed by the sound of profuse swearing. The boy winced at the vulgarity currently assailing his ears and, ignoring the pang of fear at the thought of venturing further into the unknown shadows, pursued the sound.

It wasn't long before Roxas spotted the source of the splash and the snarl – it was none other than the black hooded figure he had spotted this morning! The blond opened his mouth, somehow not quite knowing what he was going to say, then closed it as he realized this wasn't the same person from before. They were wearing the same dark coat, yes, but this person was smaller, more slender.

And, he quickly realized, the one before him was standing hunched slightly, one hand against the wall, as though they were in pain. Somehow he felt he should recognize this from somewhere, for some odd reason. For a moment, he thought of Anxclof, the mysterious brown-haired girl. But no, this figure seemed broader in the shoulders to him.

Roxas blinked, realizing he was analyzing this dream girl a little more than was healthy. He shook Anxclof out of his mind and focused on the person before him. They were currently muttering something under their breath, something that sounded suspiciously like "shouldn't have gone out into town today anyway". Roxas took a tentative step forward. "Um, are you okay?"

The other's reaction was almost instantaneous. The hooded head jerked up, and even though their eyes were invisible Roxas felt the unmistakable prickle of a gaze on him.

And was it just him, or was there more tension in the way the free fist clenched now?

Roxas' shoulders tensed slightly in nervousness at the way this person was looking at him, but nevertheless he spoke again. "I mean, I heard you fall in here, and…"

"I'm fine," the other interrupted sharply, their voice revealing them to be female. Roxas blinked at that realization; he'd never really seen many girls regularly around Twilight Town – only Olette and Fuu. From the looks of things, this girl seemed more like the latter.

His traitorous nerves flared up at once, causing his heart to beat faster in the traditional way of a teenage boy around unfamiliar girls. "Are you sure?" was all he could manage.

An irritated growl came from beneath the dark hood. "Would you stop it? I'm fine."

Roxas couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "You don't look fine to me."

An intake of breath from the other signaled that she was about to protest, but a few seconds later the leather-clad shoulders slumped in another sigh. "Why do you care?"

The blond blinked again as he realized that her voice had gone from angry and defensive to soft and nervous in almost no time at all. Seriously, was this girl bipolar or what? "Well, because when someone hears another person fall, it's human nature to –" He abruptly cut himself off and raised one eyebrow. "Wait, why am I explaining this to you anyway?"

The girl snorted. "'Human nature', huh. Got it. Remind me to put it down on the list of 'Things I Already Know'."

"Look, be glad I even bothered at all!" Roxas growled. The more this girl kept talking, the more annoyed he was becoming… Almost like she was unlocking a previously-unknown temperamental part of him. Not to mention that her ensemble – the dark hooded cloak – was starting to look more and more familiar to him by the minute.

She took another breath for another comeback, but to his surprise her shoulders slumped again. "Why are we arguing about something so stupid, anyway?"

Roxas' anger waned into confusion at her sudden change of tack. "You started it, you know," he responded childishly, the first thing that came to mind. "And it might be a lot less aggravating to talk to you if you took that hood down."

"Well, hate to break it to you, Roxas, but I can't do that," the girl snapped back, her temper flaring up again at once.

"And why –?" Roxas' sentence trailed off and he stared in shock at her. "How do you know my name?"

The dark shoulders stiffened. "Crap," she muttered under her breath, getting to her feet and letting go of the wall.

"Don't go yet," the blond growled. "Tell me what's going on!"

"Are you deaf or just plain stupid?" she snarled, and to his alarm two swords, silver-bladed like the Keyblade but longer and thinner, appeared in each half-gloved hand in flashes of light. "I told you, I can't do that!"

"Why?" Roxas shouted, wishing desperately that he had the Keyblade with him. Or could he call it at will the way the girl had called her weapons? He concentrated hard, trying to blot out every ounce of his surroundings in his mind…

"Look," the other snorted, tossing her head. Roxas caught a glimpse of her hair, barely discernible as red in the half light, being thrown back behind the hood as she did so. "We're getting nowhere with this. I have to be somewhere."

"I'll follow you, you know," the blond said, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "I'll know what's going on here – why you look so familiar to me, this 'Keyblade' stuff, all the stuff with Sora and the dreams…"

The redhead froze in the process of bringing one of her swords back. For once Roxas thought he could detect a trace of nervousness in her stance. "How do you know those are connected?"

"Aha!" Roxas cried. "So, you do know something!"

Her grip tightened surreptitiously around the hilts of her blades and she swore profusely again. "I shouldn't have said that… should not have said that at all…" she muttered under her breath, and turned away, her weapons vanishing as she did so. "Like I said, I have to be somewhere," she went on. Roxas supposed she was trying to get her composure back, but her voice shook slightly.

With that, the sound of uneven footsteps clattering against the ground heralded her departure through the tunnels. "I said wait!" the boy shouted, but didn't follow. How stupid would it be, to just race blindly after this girl he barely knew, who he thought had all the answers to his predicament?

Sighing, Roxas took a few more deep breaths, trying to alleviate his fury. Man, that girl knew how to push his buttons, didn't she?

He turned away and walked back toward Station Heights and the light.

Meanwhile, the redhead paused in her tracks, wincing at the pain in her ankle from where she had fallen earlier. Up ahead she could see the lights of the Tram Common, the fastest route to the woods. She frowned at the heat that had built up on the back of her head and neck from having the hood up, and reached up to take it down.

"I wonder when he's going to realize who and what he truly is?" she murmured to herself.

Hayner, who had been counting up the munny supply with Pence and Olette, promptly spotted him and ran over.

"Hey, Roxas. Did you get enough munny?"

"Yep!" Roxas affirmed, holding out a few bills.

"Nice work, everyone," Olette said, walking over and looking only slightly irritated with Hayner that he had interrupted their munny counting. "Added to what we already have, we've got…" She speedily counted up the bills Roxas had, then placed them all in the orange bag she always had with her and held it out for them to see. "5000 munny!"

"Sweet!" Hayner cheered.

"Let's go get tickets." And with that, Pence and Olette ran into the train station, leaving Hayner and Roxas outside.

"We can't be together forever." Roxas turned in surprise as Hayner spoke; his friend didn't usually sound this serious. "So we'd better make the time we do have something to remember."

"Hayner…?" Roxas began.

The other looked at him for a moment; then Hayner gave Roxas a none-too-soft punch in the stomach. "Gotcha!" he laughed, and raced off after the others.

Rubbing his stomach and looking affectionately after his friends, Roxas started forward…

Only to have his foot catch on something he couldn't see, and get catapulted onto the ground. Falling hard on his chest, smarting from the pain, he groaned as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. The stick from before came flying out of nowhere, landing next to him. He put a hand to his lower lip to see if it was bleeding, because it definitely felt like it was.

A sudden feeling of leather caressed him where neck met shoulder, but Roxas didn't have time to wonder who it was, because the gloved fingers tightened and pulled him roughly to his feet. Roxas fought the grip at first; he assumed it was the girl from before, but then the person spoke in a decidedly deep, masculine voice. The guy I accidentally hit with the stick this morning… What, are these coats the new Twilight Town fashion now?

But the cynical feeling growing within him was replaced by confusion at what the other man said, and Roxas tilted his head to the side in bewilderment.

"What?"

"Roxas!" Hayner yelled. "Three minutes!" Roxas turned to see that the three of them were standing at the station entrance, waiting for him.

"Coming!" he shouted back, and looked back at where the taller person had been.

There was no one there.

"What the…"

"Four students!" Hayner was saying excitedly, showing the aforementioned amount on his fingers as he spoke.

"Roxas, the money," Pence called.

"Yeah…" The spiky-haired boy dug absently through his pockets, only to have his senses abruptly jarred by surprise. "What –?"

Olette and Pence turned to look, and even Hayner looked up from the ticket booth. "What is it?"

Suddenly Roxas remembered the way the hooded man had pulled him up; his leather-covered shoulders had seemed to jerk, as if his hands were moving something. "He took it!" Roxas murmured, and made as if to leave the station.

"Where are you going?" Pence asked.

His friend turned to face the others. "Remember when I fell? I had the money before that! I bet that guy took it."

Olette's brow furrowed in confusion. "Guy…?"

"He couldn't have gotten too… far…" Roxas scanned the others' expressions, which made his last words considerably less hearty than his earlier ones.

Hayner crossed his arms. "What're you talking about? There was no guy."

Roxas' head, previously searching the ground, jerked up. "But he…"

His friends shook their heads in disappointment and turned away.

"There wasn't… really?" Roxas looked back down at the ground again. "There wasn't anyone… there?"

The four of them sat on the ridge of the Central Station clock tower, nibbling away at their respective sea-salt ice cream sticks as they watched the sun go down. Roxas stared absently at his own ice cream, occasionally giving it a slight lick. His appetite had deserted him today.

As he lowered the ice cream stick, a tiny ice-blue droplet seemed to detach itself from the rest of it and fell downward into the oblivion below the tower. Olette noticed, and spoke as she took a bite out of her own ice cream. "It's melting."

Even that innocent statement seemed to spark Roxas' guilt again. "Guys… I'm really sorry about earlier."

Pence shrugged. "It's okay. That was definitely weird, though…"

"Boy, you said it," Hayner laughed, though it sounded somewhat nervous. "I mean, a guy only Roxas can see stole our hard-earned 5000 munny? Really weird, seriously."

Roxas flinched and tried not to let his mind twist his friend's words into an indictment. Looking out at the pale clouds painted by sunset's palette, he repeated the hooded man's words softly to himself.

" 'Can you feel Sora?' "

'Restoration at 28 percent.'

"Namine, hurry!"

The crimson-cloaked man sat in front of the computer, monitoring the process of the restoration of Sora's memories. The redhead that Roxas had encountered earlier leaned against the wall on the other side of the screens, where the beam to the virtual Twilight Town was, with her arms folded and legs crossed. Close by, the taller, hooded figure tossed the munny bag up and down in one hand.

"For the last time, stop showing off already," the redhead muttered, lifting a half-gloved hand to brush the long bangs out of her eyes.

"You're one to talk," the other said, and even though his hood was up the disapproving demeanor in his words was unmistakable. "Didn't we tell you not to let Roxas see you whenever you go into town?"

"Hypocrite," she snorted in return. "Who was the one that stole his hard-earned cash, eh?"

DiZ glanced back at them from where he was observing the computer screen. "Char, you know the rules we set up when we first came here. You must not be seen."

"I kept my hood up," the girl grumbled to herself, crossing her arms irritably; but she didn't say anything else.

"But what are we supposed to do with the munny?" the hooded man asked, turning back to his elder.

DiZ chuckled. "We can always buy some sea-salt ice cream."

The redhead relaxed from her position leaned against the wall so she could whip toward the man at the computer. "Oh, for the love of Kingdom Hearts, DiZ, please no more of that stuff. I've had enough of it to last me a lifetime!" she groaned.

"I'd have to agree with Char, DiZ." For once, both added mentally.

DiZ turned back to the computer, and spoke without looking at them. "Objects from that town must be kept out of the real world. You can delete that."

"We could still buy something with it, though," Char grumbled.

The hooded man rolled his eyes.

A white-bearded merman floats in front of a merman Sora, a turtle-like Goofy, and an octopus-like Donald. "As the Keybearer," the white-haired man says, "you must already know: One must not meddle in the affairs of other worlds!"

A red-haired mermaid is floating up to the top of a large undersea cavern. "So many places I want to see… I know I'll get there someday."

Sora, Donald, and Goofy stand in front of an odd, small creature and a light brown-haired man, in a room dimly lit by the light of a candle. "Therefore," the small creature announces, reading from a scroll, "I hereby dub thee junior heroes."
"Heyyyy," Donald growls, "what do you mean JUNIOR heroes?"
"You rookies still don't understand what it takes to be a true hero," the small creature replies in the same sharp tone.

A black-haired man wearing purple looks up. "I wish… for your freedom, Genie."
The oddly blue-skinned man looks shocked. "Al!" His body glows, surrounded by rings of pinkish purple for a brief moment, before, with a cry, legs pop out of him.

A skeleton wearing black speaks regretfully. "Sally, why didn't I listen to you?"
His companion, a mannequin-like woman, steps up to him. "Don't worry, Jack. We'll come up with another plan for Halloween." She grasps his bony hands in hers. "Next time, we'll do it together."

"Power!" Sora cries as he drives his Keyblade into the ground. Smoke and flames billow up above him before becoming a surprisingly tiny red dragon that lands on Sora's head.
"I am Mushu!"

The silver-haired boy places his hands indignantly on his hips. "Or are you too cool to play them now that you have the Keyblade?"
"Riku!" Sora says, a mixture of relief and shock on his face. "What are you doing here?" Anxiety crossing his countenance, he adds, "Did you find her?"

"I still can't believe it," Sora says to Donald, Goofy, and a red-haired boy wearing green. The Keybearer laughs. "I really flew. Wait till I tell Kai – … I wonder if she'll believe me. Probably not."

A figure in a red cape passes Sora. "I'm searching, too," Sora says, and he has to crane his neck upward to look the figure in the eyes.
The figure chuckles, lifting a hand to brush spiky blond hair out of his eyes. "Heh. For your light? Don't lose sight of it."

A strange yellow bear sits with a piglet, a yellow rabbit, two kangaroos, and a brown owl. The piglet speaks. "Sora, where are you going?"
Sora looks back over his shoulder to speak, and a sad smile tugs at his lips. "I'm going to look for my friends. They're waiting for me."

"Where are Donald and Goofy?" Sora demands.
"Instead of worrying about them," Riku says, "you should be asking about her." He steps aside to reveal the cinnamon-haired girl.

Sora points the Keyblade at the grand clock. The keyhole, once again, reacts to the beam of light that fires out of it.

Roxas and Anxclof sit at the top of what any Twilight Town citizen would recognize as the station tower. This time, they're not alone – a man in the same black coat, with fiery red hair and dark green eyes, sits between the blond and the brunette; they both look somewhat disgruntled at the arrangement, but don't really voice their complaints.
"So, Axel… why did you bring us here, anyway?" Anxclof asks, looking with slight hostility at the redhead.
Axel shrugs. "Hm, no reason." He fishes around in his pocket for a moment before bringing out a box. He holds it out to them. "Sea-salt ice cream?"
"Why do you have to bring those every time we come here?" Roxas laughs, but he reaches in and takes one. After a moment of staring critically at the box, Anxclof reaches in and takes one of her own. She takes a lick, mutters "Not bad", and leans forward to eat more.
Axel smirks at what the brunette is doing, but his smugness fades a bit as he turns to Roxas. "The reason I told you guys to meet me here…" He sighs and takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself. Roxas tilts his head to the side, causing his blond spikes to sway a little; and Anxclof looks up from her ice cream. "I want you two to call off this whole 'find your Others' thing."
Anxclof gasps indignantly, but Roxas sighs and runs one hand through his hair, slicking it back briefly before it falls forward into his face again. "I figured you were going to say that. But, Axel, we've already decided that we're going." He gives Axel a look that is thoroughly reminiscent of a child standing up to his parent.
"Yeah, you can't really stop us," Anxclof adds, biting into her ice cream a little harder than necessary.
"Can I help it if I don't want to lose my friends?" asks Axel, looking pleadingly at them. "You guys both know you can't just up and leave the Organization whenever you want." Dryly, he adds, "I would've tried if I could."
"We've already discussed that too, Axel," Anxclof says, glaring at the redhead. "Besides, we don't even have hearts to miss each other with."
"It won't ever stop me," Axel murmurs, looking away.
Roxas blinks in surprise; clearly it's not like his friend to talk like this. "Uh, so, hey, why don't we head to the beach now?"
"Hm, I guess." Anxclof stands, managing to keep her balance on the tower rail, and licks the last of the ice cream off the stick. "I haven't been there since that time right after I joined the Organization."
Axel sighs. "Fine, change the subject. But you're going to have to face it sometime."
Roxas and Anxclof, who've already stood up, turn their heads slightly to look at Axel. Both dark blue and dark green eyes are filled with impatience, and something else. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the latter mutters, and with a flick of her wrist a dark portal has opened. "Come on, let's go."

DiZ was typing something onto the computer when Char stepped into the room. "Hello, Char," he said without turning around.

The redhead frowned. "How'd you know it was me?"

DiZ sighed. "How I know is not important. Did you check on Namine?"

"Yeah, she's being a good little girl, drawing all of Sora's memories back just like we told her to." Char grinned slightly, revealing that her two front canines were slightly longer than they should've been. "Don't worry, she's doing what she's supposed to be doing."

"Good. She will have to be working as hard as she can if our hopes for revenge can be satisfied."

Char's brow drew over her ice blue eyes, and she grinned again, this time a dark smirk. "Excellent."

A small blond girl stood in a white-walled room, with green and blue rings mostly making up the floor. In front of her was a strange-looking, tall pod. Before Roxas had time to examine his surroundings more closely than that, it disappeared, to be replaced by a backdrop of pitch black.

The girl appeared again, and Roxas spoke – tentatively, hesitantly, not eager to escape this part of the dream. "Who are you?"
She turned to look at him, and opened her mouth to speak; but then –

Roxas opened his eyes and let out a small moan of disappointment. He had been so close to finding answers that time…

Suddenly his sleep-gummed senses sharpened a little, and he felt a prickling on the back of his neck. Someone was watching him.

He whirled to see who it was, but no one was there.

Whee... Nice and long. Oh, Namine, you little stalker, you...

Oh, and I drew out a slightly perverted alternate ending to that Organization flashback scene. PM me if you want to see it. (But I'll just warn you right now - it's really bad. x.x)

I'm not going to review-whore, because that's just stupid. I'll just say that reviewers get previews of the next chappie.