"Do you feel that?" Kairi asked. There it was, that strange, familiar sensation in her heart.

"Yeah, I do," Naminé replied. "I don't know what it is, though."

Kairi felt something different within her. It was as if a far-off memory that had been scattered across time was breaching the forefront of her mind.

A vision flashed past her eyes: Sora with his Keyblade summoning lightning from the sky. "THUNDER!" he cried.

Kairi shook her head. "That was Thundaga magic, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe the battle with "Livewire" back there triggered that memory. I'm guessing you can use Thundaga now."

"That's odd." Kairi closed her eyes in thought. "Sora never taught me how to use Thunder magic. In fact, I don't think he ever taught me a single attack spell."

"Now that you mention it," Naminé said slowly, "all he taught us was Magnet and Cure."

"Well, Magnega did take awhile. Curaga wasn't so hard, though. Either way, I'll hold off on using Thundaga." Opening her eyes, she scanned the room trying to decide where to go next. "Let's try the right side again." To the immediate left of Roxas' cove was the shadowy form of a scythe. Naminé immediately started to worry.

"Um, maybe we should choose a different one." Naminé said apprehensively.

Kairi sighed. "Come on, Naminé," she said wearily, "Whichever member this is, it's going to be a tough fight anyways. At this rate, we probably won't even get back to the others until next week!"

"But there's something..." Kairi reached for the shadow and the bright light transported them to the same white-posted circular arena. "...you should know." Naminé finished.

Kairi got into her ready stance, waiting for her opponent. Data streams appeared before her eyes, twisting and turning until the form of a long, pink-haired being took shape. The figure smiled, but seemed to radiate an aura of malicious intent. Flower petals flew around like flies, while the enemy's scythe was gripped tightly.

"Good day to you, princess," the figure greeted with a flamboyant bow. Kairi blinked, confused.

"Another woman?" Kairi wondered. "Naminé, I thought you said that Larxene was the only girl."

"Um, Kairi?" Naminé still had the scared and worried tone in her voice. "Marluxia's a guy."

"He is?" Kairi stared at him for a moment. "Eww. And he's got flower petals flying around him. What is he, gay?"

"For the millionth time, I AM NOT GAY!" Marluxia roared. "I'm just a man that loves flowers and uses full-body shampoo and conditioner! Is that so wrong?!"

"Well, you're either gay or you're a drag queen. Now you just need to quit overusing the ladies perfume," Kairi coughed, attempting to wave the fumes away. "I mean, I can smell it from all the way over here!" She took a quick sniff. "You're using Twilight Mist #11, aren't you?"

"Bet you he's wearing ladies lingerie right now too," Naminé whispered.

"Yeah, right," Kairi laughed. "You can already see the pantyhose hiding underneath that cloak."

"That's enough!" Marluxia yelled as he brandished his scythe. Kairi readied her Keyblade. In a whirlwind of petals, the Graceful Assassin disappeared from Kairi's sight.

"Where'd he...?" Kairi quickly scanned the field for any trace of her opponent. Suddenly, she felt the black, gloved hand on her shoulder.

"Vestri pectus est mei," Marluxia whispered in Kairi's ear. She caught a whiff of a sweet flowery scent which gave her a strange, tingling sensation that seemed to penetrate into her very core. Kairi leapt away, but Marluxia already reappeared ten feet from her.

"What'd you just do?" Kairi demanded. Marluxia only laughed. Outraged, Kairi charged at him, raising the Keyblade over her head. Marluxia calmly threw his scythe toward her unguarded front with such force, Kairi's body should've been sliced in two. Feeling the icy, cold blade run straight through her torso, Kairi staggered clutching her abdomen.

"Kairi!" Naminé screamed. As the scythe returned to Marluxia's hand, Kairi's eyes slowly opened in surprise. She was still in one piece.

"What?" She checked herself; there were no scratches on her. "But didn't..." Before she could finish her thought, a sharp, agonizing pain shot through her heart, bringing Kairi to her knees. Gripping her chest tightly, Kairi raised her gaze to Marluxia who only gave her a look of sadistic pleasure.

"I would prefer not to physically harm a delicate flower like you. The spell that I just whispered: your body will be unblemished from damage. However, for every cut that you take from my scythe, you will feel its wrath within the beating chambers of your heart."

"So in other words, instead of taking the damage with my body," Kairi panted, "I'm going to be taking it with my heart?"

"Well, you have to give him points for chivalry," Naminé commented.

Kairi tried to laugh, but the pain made her wince. "If this guy was really chivalrous, he wouldn't even be attacking a sixteen year-old girl with a gardening tool."

The King, Donald and Goofy had just finished escorting Queen Minnie and Lady Daisy to the safe room containing the Princesses of Heart and the other wedding guests. They were now in the process of trying to find Sora and Riku. However, Donald couldn't let go of the fact that Goofy shirked off his security duties.

"I said I'm sorry, Donald!" Goofy apologized for the umpteenth time. "But I didn't see anything suspicious on my watch!"

"How could you miss them?!" Donald yelled. "Even the metal detectors posted at the entrance were going off!"

Goofy rubbed his nose in thought. "Really? I thought they made that noise when everything was clear..."

"Will you two please stop arguing?" the King snapped. "We've got to find Sora and Riku so we can tell them what we found out about Kairi's disappearance!"

"But, your Majesty," Donald began, "are you sure the information's correct?"

"It doesn't matter," the King replied, "They have a right to know what's about to happen."

As they made their way along the Restoration Site, the Disney trio found it extremely odd that they didn't meet any Heartless or Nobodies. "Gawrsh," Goofy said. "You don't think the Heartless are all..."

"BOO!" A giant, round skull face shot out of a crevice, cackling madly. Donald jumped into Goofy's arms as both of them screamed in fright. They turned to run, but ran straight into a half-naked man in a loincloth hanging upside-down, causing them to scream even louder. The King jumped a bit, but stood his ground.

The skull's face changed into an expression of surprise. "Your majesty! Donald! Goofy! I'm so sorry about that!" Jack Skellington apologized. "We thought you were the Heartless!" Tarzan dropped from his spider-like perch, landing softly on his feet. "I've been asking our jungle friend about his stealth techniques," Jack said, his eye holes sparkling. "The way he can just appear out of nowhere...It's surprisingly terrifying enough to use for next year's Halloween!"

"Um...what exactly are you waiting around here for?" Goofy asked. Jack crossed his arms.

"I'm supposed to meet Sally. We agreed to meet here after the wedding in case we got separated."

"Welp, the last time we saw her was back at the safe room," the King explained. Jack's face lit up eagerly.

"Then that's where I'm off! Thanks!" He started heading down the path.

"Wait!" Donald yelled. Jack stopped in his tracks and turned to the rest of them. "Aren't you going to help us get rid of the Heartless and Nobodies?"

Jack waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry! I'll be back as soon as I check in on Sally!" And with that, Jack ran off.

They stood there silently, dumbfounded of what just happened. "Well, now what do we do?" Donald asked. They looked at each other for a moment before turning their gaze back to Tarzan, who sat there completely clueless. Donald shrugged. "Oh well. Tarzan, would you like to come with us?"

Tarzan stared at them for a few seconds. "&*$% #$%#* #$&#*&#$!" was his reply. Unsure of what to say to that, nobody said anything. Finally, Goofy broke the silence.

"Either he's saying that he wants to go with us or..." He scratched his head. "...he's being more foul-mouthed than Donald when he loses his temper."

Donald glared at Goofy before winding up and thwacking his staff against Goofy's shin. Goofy jumped comically around, clutching his leg in pain. "Don't you ever say that again!" Donald growled in his most dangerous tone.