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Cool. Though you coulda just postponed this and posted it as part of another chapter. Not that I'm complaining I've just finished a lot of other reading. Heh. Nice work. Subliminal Message-Yes I will annoy you with subliminal messages 'til you hate me.-End Subliminal Message

Well, I just finished after about two or more hours of reading. I'm a slow reader. I like the interactions between characters. So, I'll be willing to let some less desirable things slide. I'm not too into some of the wording, but it's good enough. Not like I could do better right? Capitalize the word 'I'. Um, lemme think. Also, I'd like it if you were more specific as to who is speaking at a given time. I can tell but at one point it was a bit hard to. Also, use more words. A wider variety of words will make this a bit better to read. But, again not like I could do any better. In general I like this. So you know keep it up. Byes, I'll be back later.

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People are responding well enough. I don't get why some act like I'm perverted in some way for the age question.

I also see a lot of hating on Hitler's leadership. Yes, he was one of the worst people in recent history. But, I'm not asking about their ideals. I'm asking about how they helped support their country or kingdom or whatever, even if it meant being evil. So if that's cleared up. Also, If you have no answer for the political question just say so. The sitting thing is a bit annoying.
Oh yeah, some people said not to see in black and white for the good v. bad question. I'm not asking how you're so much better than that because you can repeat someone else's answer, I'm asking if in your definition of good or bad encompasses what you think to be the greatest majority or not. If you have no concept of good or bad, tell me why.

Whatevs. If anyone wants to think more(I highly doubt it though.)
Why did you answer the ways you did in the first set of questions?
How do these shape you as a person?
What do you think makes up the collective unconscious?

Yeah, you're not, so stop your nattering! Okay... What useless threads?

Kidding and come on you should know by now I'm a total idiot. Gosh. People haven't learned to not to take me seriously. maybe this'll help you all along.
It's a crocodile.
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Didn't know comrade Zott had a sense of humor. LOL That's my new name for you. It has a nice ring to it.

I changed accounts. That counts right? If so then I changed from AkuseruVIII. I'm thinking of changing my name. This one isn't that good. I didn't even want it.

OH. That's better. I was like he's got a keyblade? But now I see it was just a plot device. In fact it makes sense that he could wield a keyblade at that point. I just assumed earlier that it was his own. It could be at this point be explained in a number of ways or just left out entirely. Thanks.

Subliminal message- rubber chicken -End subliminal message

For some strange reason he wants Mish alive when he comes back.

Oh, that part was kinda weird. 09 eh? I hope it's not a rumor. It would suck if it was.

I loved that movie. Yeah, the final scene was the coolest sword fight ever. Even better than green destiny v. all those other weapons. I wish there was a sequel, 'cause the end kinda leaves you hangin'. What's in the extended version anyways?

Nice. I like this. Only one thing I think is weird. In KHII Riku had Soul Eater until he got to TWTNW. So are you gonna explain that at all? Or is it a mistake or what?

Subliminal message- Read Reminiscence 'cause I'm AkuseruVIII -End subliminal message
I'm not kidding check my old accounts sig if you want
If you don't I'll beat you across the head with a rubber chicken

Never fear. My reaction time is two hundred times faster than Mike Tyson's! No zombie can kill me! Unless it has an obscenely big elephant gun.

That song is the work of the devil. Take it out of your post before you kill someone.

Update- so you better read it

Sorry, if anyone cares. I'm slow on updates and the next will be done in a week or so. Remember next week all of this goes up on fanfiction.net. My sig has every link of everything I've written just so you know. FYI for the next chapter it would be useful to read KH The Dark Realm:My Story On a side note I think no ones reading this. If you read this just post to prove that some people do in fact look at my stuff. Thanks, continue.

Chapter 3- The End of All Things, Great and Small

“Sora.” Riku walked up and joined his best friend on the guard wall of Radiant Garden. The clouds were dark and the small town was dead silent. It was like waiting for an oncoming army to arrive.
“I know, it looks pretty bad out there.” Sora smiled half heartedly. “This is worse…”
“Than that time.” Riku finished . “I know this time the worlds are falling apart and we have no idea why. No way to stop it no where to go.”
“This whole thing it doesn’t seem real.” Sora hung his head. “Nothing was like this before, even when I didn’t know so much. It never seemed to be so dark and uncertain.”
“Maybe we weren’t meant to fight this, maybe this is truly the end.” Riku reflected. “Either way, we can’t do anything if we don’t know what’s going on. I never felt so powerless, so weak.”
“Don’t talk like that, we’ll find a way to win.” Sora smiled with a new spirit. “We have to protect everyone, we’ll find this out and it’ll all work out if we try hard enough.”
“He’s always got the weight of the world on his shoulders, he can’t give up, he can’t show his feelings.” Riku thought to himself. “I can’t imagine the pressure he’s under to always act like that. It’d drive anyone over the edge. If only he’d let someone help him. He alwys acts like he‘s alone. But he‘s not I‘ll help him no matter what.”
“I know what.” They turned quickly to see a man in a dark trench coat with a raised hood. “I’ve come to see you… Sora.”
“Who’re you?” Sora quickly summoned his keyblade. “I don’t know you, so how do you know me?”
“We’ve met, I thought you’d be a bit kinder.” The man removed his hood. “Not that I blame you. We didn’t leave on the best of terms last time.” He chuckled a bit, his ashen eyes starting to glow like small embers of coal.
“I… think I remember.” Sora lowered his weapon and stood up to the man. He wasn’t much taller and he looked only a few years older now but he was certainly the same guy who they‘d fought in Kingdom Hearts. “Back then… You never told us your name.” Sora chuckled.
“Why are you here?” Riku broke in obviously still mistrustful, for good reason too with all that’d been going on. The mans past with them didn’t really help either. “Why do you want to help?”
“Call me Zen. I’ve come here to see you, one last time.” He pulled a small journal from his pocket and handed it to Sora. “These are the chronicles of my life, death and current state. I filled in the blanks with the Script before I had to destroy it. Please, keep it safe. I’m running short on time here, as you can probably tell, at one point I’ve died.”
“How are you here?” Sora asked. “Can we help you?”
“No worries.” He held up his hand as if to decline. “I’m only loosely tied to this realm to begin with, not much more than an image. After my heart broke and my body died I was a soul, just a soul. I was nothing, there was nothing, but I came back. I had something I needed-- wanted to do. That gave me strength enough. My soul is what you’re seeing, the mind, body and heart all from my one soul. I’m falling apart slowly because I‘m stretching myself too far. However, it’s better than twiddling my thumbs until judgment day, no? After this my existence will be erased, no one remembers, no one cares kina scenario. Past, present, future, gone. I had to do something and only you can.” He looked at them seriously. “I’m asking you to remember me and keep my history. That is all. It’s selfish I know but that’s all I could think to do as I waited and slept in nothingness.”
“Oh.” Riku said almost taken aback at the reason. It reminded him of how it felt when Xehanorts Heartless was taking over, he didn’t want to just disappear, he didn‘t want to be forgotten, he didn‘t want to be nothing. He however, had the choice to exist, the choice to fight back. Zen’s choices were made long ago and he all he could do was have someone else prove he existed. It was saddening. “There’s nothing we can do for you?”
“Nothing.” Zen smiled brightly. “I’m fine though. This is how it was meant to be. The shadows are following so I must be off.” He turned to walk away.
“Wait.” Sora called after him. “Do you know about what’s been happening you said you knew.”
“I know because I caused it.” Zen came back and pointed out over to he dark skies. “Those clouds mark his arrival. All you can do for now is run. This world is finished, I can take you all away if you want me to.”
“Who?” Riku asked suddenly interested.
“Go- Zephner, he’s come to take this world. I’m not sure exactly why but he needs to feed on worlds. Like I said leave now with me or face oblivion with him.” Zen held out his hand.
“How many can you take with you?” Riku asked before Sora had a chance to answer.
“As many as need be.” Zen answered shortly. “I’m cool like that.”
“Sora, we’re leaving and everyone else is coming with us.” Riku said smiling with new hope.
“Are you sure you can trust me?” Zen asked Riku softly.
“You’ve never given me reason not to.” Riku answered. “Anyways, I’m not one to hold grudges. I know what they can do to you.”
“Fair enough. I think I should warn you, each second weakens my link to this plane of existence and in a few minutes time I might not be able to pull this off. Work quickly, heroes.”
“Thanks.“ Sora said quietly. Sora and Riku took off in different directions to warn the town. Soon the entire town was gathered in the marketplace. They all were close and tightly grouped, no worries about any stragglers. Zennith reached out to those nearest to him and slowly the entire crowd faded away into nothing. A second later they found themselves on a beach overlooking a turbulent ocean.
“The Destiny Islands, a fitting end for me.” Zen thought to himself.
“You got us all here.” Sora cheered. “Thanks, I might just have to forgive you for last time”
“Thanks.” Riku said. “I knew you would do it.”
“No. I owed you a debt of gratitude. I’m not one to leave such things unfinished.”
“There’s a storm coming.” Sora observed.
“I guess I have no choice in this.” Zen sighed in resignation.
“What do you mean?” Sora asked.
“Think I have one more left in me?” Zen asked himself as he looked over the ocean as he began to fade away.
“You’re fading away!” Zen only kept on smiling.
“Good-bye, good luck.” He looked over at them one more time before he was gone.
“He’s out of the way now. Good, this makes things nice and simple.” They turned. The beach had suddenly emptied. The silence was eerie, only one other soul stood on that beach. “So you are the keyblade master of this timeframe. I thought you’d be taller. Guess the past doesn’t repeat itself. Whatever, I’m Nox. I’ve come to stop you Sora.”
“What?” Sora summoned his keyblade.
“You’re doing the wrong thing. You mess with the natural order of things to further your own wants. It’s really a bit sickening. You can’t see anything past your own nose. The world isn’t so small. There’s more than just this tiny sky. I haven‘t time for this useless chatter.” Nox pulled out two nine sectioned steel whips each with a flag on the end. He smirked a little then everything went dark.
“Riku!” Sora called out. What?
“You’re all alone now.” Nox appeared across the pool of darkness.
“Shut up!” Sora raised his blade. “The one who’s wrong is you. I help people, you want everyone to die.”
“Heh. You’ve brought this on yourself Sora!” Nox disappeared again. This time he reappeared right in front of Sora. He struck downwards and Sora blocked. However, the whip continued to wrap around the keyblade and hit Sora hard. He stumbled back from the force of the blow, Nox pushed the advantage and continued to strike wildly. Soras’ attempts to block failed just the same. He was being crushed. His wounds stung and bit into his flesh. He still tried to fight back even through the pain and flashing steel. Sora eventually fell to his knees and Nox looked down at him distastefully. “I never thought I’d see the day, when a keyblade hero would stray so far from the path. I think you should know before you die, why you are wrong and why only death can end this.” Nox lifted Sora by the scruff of his collar and dropped him on his feet. “Now we can speak.”
“Why? How come you want to kill me? I can’t understand, all those people I helped, all those Heartless I killed, all the worlds that are still here because of me!. All this fighting, was it all for nothing!?” Sora screamed his usual upbeat demeanor torn to shreds. “Tell me!”
“Alright, no need to be so hasty. I’m the one in a hurry. You stopped the Heartless, good work by the way. That wasn’t for nothing. I think that’s a good thing to know. However you proceeded to go to sleep for a year and destroy the majority of Nobodies in existence. That was stupid and wasteful, if you’d continued to do these things the universe would have been collapsed on itself. You can’t just leave well enough alone can you?”
“They were stealing Hearts.” Sora protested hotly.
“Well, if you’d bothered to look at the plan in depth you’d realize that they were only looking for their Hearts. Is that so wrong? To be human, to be free.” Nox asked calmly.
“There must have been another way.” Sora shook with the tempest of emotions tearing through him.
“That wasn’t what I was getting at. The Heartless are horrendous creatures worthy of nothing but destruction. Well, Nobodies are different they can think and understand. They have a right to exist, not only that, if given the chance they will seek out their Hearts and resume their true state. I’m off task. Where you really messed up was you entered the second kingdom hearts and destroyed it. What happens to the Hearts? They are released again and the Heartless multiply. That wasn’t right but y’know it wasn’t that bad either it wouldn‘t destroy the universe, but this would.” He emphasized ’this’. “The worst thing is you entered the Dark Realm and exited it. That was wrong things can’t just traipse across dimensions. Those gates are sealed for a reason, Kingdom Hearts is open and no one can close it now not without the key-- not that you idiot.” Nox pointed at the key blade as sora tried to lift it. “Your heart the one that allows others to migrate into it, the one that was chosen by the keyblade, the one that beats in your chest. The seal is broken and the ’lock’ is gone. Your heart will serve as the new lock and maybe we can stop the Storm. If not the Heartless will overrun the universe and tear it apart bit by smoldering, crying, desolate, stricken bit.”
“What are you saying?” Sora cried. That’s not true! The door to the light… It wasn’t wrong…”
“The Storm is after you. You are what is setting the things free. You open the doors and they’ll just waltz out of the realm of darkness like it is nothing. Your keyblade is truly not the best of weapons, but it is useful in many tasks. Such as locking and opening doors. Once you die it goes to the way it was; locked, along with all those it spawned.”
“Spawned?” Sora was confused, there was so much to take in. No lock on the ‘door’, he was the lock and the door had to be shut. The Heartless were still coming everyone was still in danger and it was his fault. All of it was just too much.
“Way to the Dawn, created by your interaction with the artificial key blade and Soul Eater, moreover the tainted wielder also had the keyblade earlier. Also, that other one… I forget it’s name but also you. There’s nothing to do about the Dark Realms Keyblade, it can‘t do anything here. But, with out that keyblade the door can at least be closed and Zephner can be killed.”
“I don’t understand, Zephner, the Storm, all of it, it makes no sense!” Sora rushed forwards.
“Stop!” Nox looked at the speaker. It was him, another him. “Sora, don’t listen to him. He’s a liar and he wants your heart to fuel the Storm. If you let him do that everything you‘ve done will have been for nothing.” The other Nox was exactly the same save for one thing, he had a different look in his eyes, both were empty and lifeless where the others would be vibrant and full of emotion. “I thought you’d be here, the face is new, but who could blame ya for wanting to steal such a pretty face.”
“Shut up, I had this, and you had to show up.” The first Nox retorted angrily.
“Show you’re real self I think he’d like that better.” The second Nox prodded.
“Whatever, he’s mine either way this goes, Keeper.” The first closed his eyes.
“Maybe not.” The second Nox stared hard at the first, until suddenly it burst into flames. From the smoke arose another man, his hair long and limp, fell over his glasses and face. His face was handsome and had a nice look about it, if anything he was the just one, not Nox. His deep indigo tuxedo and heavy sword slung about his waist, sitting behind him ready for action. They all seemed so characteristic of the right side.
“That’s better. Now where were we? Yes, Sora you’re going to come with me and Nox is going to watch as we destroy him and all of his hideous comrades.” The man pushed the hair out of his face only to have it resume it’s position a second later.
“No, that’s not right…” Nox began.
“They’re Nobodies aren’t they?” The man cut him off.
“Not even. I’m not like that anymore. Now I’m- how’d you say? - free as a bird? Whatever, I’m right and he’s wrong, Sora I can promise you that I won’t hurt you and you’ll live through this. I see no such offer from him.”
“And you called ME a liar! You dirty little sneak.” The man almost laughed.
“Don’t worry Shyusuke, this’ll only hurt for a second.” Nox turned to Shyusuke.
“Yeah, right!” They both drew their respective weapons and closed. The first clash made it obvious, Nox was a better fighter. He knew what he was doing, not just swinging like mad hoping to get in a hit. He clearly analyzed his opponent and worked off of his weaknesses. Soon Shyusuke was disarmed and down. “I guess I was wrong about you. Huh? Well, I’d love to stay and chat but this is where I exit, stage left.” He opened a portal out of the dark arena and fled.
“*******.” Nox walked over to Sora and dispelled the dome of swirling shadows encasing them. They were back on the beach and Riku stood right where he’d been left.
“You again.” Riku stepped forwards when he saw Sora in such bad shape. “What’d you do.”
“Moi? Nothing, it was that moron Shyusuke. I can understand the confusion though he was wearing my face after all. However as you can see I stand a good fifteen centimeters taller.” He joked, however the smile soon faded from his lips. “Alright you still don’t believe me, then believe him.”
Sora had been silent for some time trying to process everything, even for him none of it had any semblance of sense or continuity. “It’s true, he saved me from the other one, the one trying to kill me.” Riku backed off a little and he helped Sora stand after Nox turned towards the sea.
“So what do you want here. I thank you for what you’ve done but none of it makes sense.” Riku, asked in his usual direct way. “Well? Are you really the one we should trust? Answer me.”
“I’m sorry.” Nox hung his head. He looked so small and pathetic.
“Why?” Sora asked in an almost nervous tone.
“I lied.” Nox turned to look Sora directly in the face.
“Sora, what is he-” Riku never finished asking.
“Sora, I told you he was lying to you, he was. Partly, all that stuff about you messing up that was a lie. I’m with an organization known as the Keepers, we’re trying to save the universe. However, in your past exploits you’ve reopened the door to darkness. You see the Doors that you know are all the same. There’s only ever been one Door. The door to darkness… the door to light… the door to Kingdom Hearts. All of them one in the same. No one ever said a door had but two sides… Your heart, that’s what caused this I’m sorry Sora but I’m gonna have to take it.”
“What?! You can‘t, it‘s not right. There‘s gotta be a better way!” Sora stammered as he and Riku slowly backed away in disbelief.
“I truly am sorry. I mean, it’s the worlds everywhere in this dimension versus one kid. So many lives so many connections lost just ’cause one kid wants to go out with the rest of them. I can’t make any other decision. This is the path I walk, now let me walk it.” He had his whips wrapped around his forearms. He suddenly thrust his palm right past Riku through Sora’s chest, on the other side he held a small glowing object. It was beating. “Sorry.” He pulled his arm back and Sora’s body fell lifeless to the sands. The dark chain quickly slithered about the Heart forming a cage.
“What did you do?! You *******, I’ll kill you!” Riku bellowed as he summoned his key blade. However, there was something off. It wasn’t Way to the Dawn it was Soul Eater. “What?”
“All the related keyblades have gone back with the heart.”
“Why?! How did you do that?! Sora was a good man and you killed him!” Riku wailed in fury tears streaming down his face. “Well?!”
“You think I liked that?” Nox asked softly.
“Huh?” Riku stopped for a moment.
“You think I wanted this?” One could easily hear the hurt in his voice by now.
“You think I killed him for fun? You think I don‘t regret every second of that? You think I wish this on anyone? You want me to say I‘m the bad guy you’re the good guys now let‘s fight? Sorry the world doesn‘t work that way. There is no justice, there is no law, only right and wrong. And those who balance the scales decide so.” Nox spoke somberly and softly.
“Shut up! SHUT UP! I don’t wanna here excuses! Bring him back! Bring him back, you *******!” Riku’s anger returning.
“You know I can’t do that you heard why. Just accept it and wait it out. That’s all you can do.” “I’m really truly sorry. If I could do this any other way. No, no ifs, no ors, just are and is.” Nox started to walk away slowly becoming more and more translucent.
“Don’t give me that! What do want?! How’s anyone gonna live without him?! How’s she gonna live without him?!” Riku screamed his composure gone and only wild fury and vengeance remained.
“They’ll manage.” “This pains me enough as it is, just let me be and let this be ended.” “Good bye and good luck I’ve still one more task I need to complete don‘t follow me to the end of the world. Don’t think Sora’s ever coming back. Roxas is gone too, they shared this heart and both left with it. Riku? You hear me?” Nox faded away as Zen had.
“Dammit…” Riku sobbed. “ I let him go.” He tightened his grip on Soul eater to the point where his hand began to bleed. Kairi, I’ll get him back. I’ve let everyone down enough. This time I’m gonna make the difference, this time I’ll be the hero. Sora, I’m comin’ for you buddy.”



“Ha, Misxion. That can’t be all you have.” The cold cruel voice sounded across the great dim torch lit armory.
“It by no means is.” Misxion stood with one hand gripping his blade the other gripping the sheath. “So, you’re Top Brass 5, Arelena Krenik. I thought you would be a beauty not a hag, from the stories of course.” She in fact was a great beauty. Anyone could plainly see it. However she had a sour look on her face and a somewhat low and dirty aura about her. Something about her pale blonde hair, her piercing ice blue eyes, her perfect for lack of a better word face. Something about all of her seemed to simply wreak horribly.
“Well, I thought you’d be on my side but everyone has their disappointments.” She shrugged it off as if it were nothing.
“You thought I would join your cult? You must be joking or sorely mistaken. I have never done anything to betray the Superiors and the interests of the Organization. It is you and your cohorts that failed to fulfill your prescribed duty.” Misxion brushed his hair away from his face and smiled somewhat.
“It’s no cult. It’s the future.” Arelena gripped her katana all the tighter at this. Despite her cool attitude she was clearly angry.
“Your future is right here.” Misxion stepped aside to reveal a casket with the Chinese numeral five inscribed on it’s lid. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Allow me to pass through this checkpoint. Your numbers are few and you’ve naught to gain from such rash actions. You are no apostle, merely a deluded fool and an insane zealot.” Misxion’s small grin grew into a twisted smirk.
“You can talk all you want. The result will be the same.” Arelena focused herself, the venomous aura was almost overpowering.
“I know, but I think this is just too fun.” Misxions usual proper and cool façade had faded away over the fight.
“You’ll learn to hold your tongue in a superiors presence if I have to cut it out and nail it to your hand.” Her eyes narrowed in dim fury.
“That would be lovely, but do you really believe you can?” Misxion raised one eyebrow just daring her to move.
“Enough small talk.” She whipped her blade up and aimed it directly at his head.
“I quite agree.” He tossed the sheath away and extended his left arm with his blade leveled. She was the first to strike, her movements were quick and precise. Misxion took a cut to the right cheek and stepped back. He smiled again and advanced like lightning. As the aggressor he had the advantage that was his bane in defense. His sword was light and whip-like. It gave him speed at the expense of some durability and thus power. The katanas strikes would have easily sent his blade to pieces if he’d attempted a block. However, the low weight gave him almost inhuman speed and precision. Arelena soon realized his advantage and fell back escaping all but four deep red gashes snaking across her arms.
“I guess you aren’t my type after all. However, no one gets out of Eden.” She waved her free hand and all of the surrounding armour and weaponry flew up in a tempest of steel and cutting wind.
“I remember.” Misxion thought back to his long days of practice with Nox.



-Flashback-

“Now Misxion, you’re the best swordsman. Period. No sword skill matches yours, or even becomes faintly close. However, that doesn’t mean that another sword can’t beat you. Your style itself has flaws against the heavier strikes of basically all other styles. You compensate for that well. Today I’m going to show you another kind of weapon. A loose weapon like my steel whip has a greater range of motion. However, like all weapons, it has a prescribed motion and no more. You can fight these weapons better if you understand how they strike you. The key is the motion axis’. I hold it in one hand and the axis is the handle. You block and you have two to handle the hilt is still a weapon and the other end is still in my control. Now if you can read where and when the axis is you can read the movements. So as long as you see the origin, the moves themselves can be followed. This also applies to floaters or projectiles controlled by force of will. They can have a base axis anywhere and their range is greater. However if they move in synch with each other then you can win.”
“How so?”
“It’s like I said reading motion is everything. Once you target the axis that controls everything and the base axis from where they originate.”
“Difference is?”
“There are usually preset motions and they go about unintentionally created axis’ this is because of the way the brain is set up. You start your focus at one point, the base, then to alter motion further you must create another axis the way I do when I let the whip et blocked or somehow stopped at only one point. They serve as tells for range of motion and that is all you need to be victorious with your skill.”
“I only have to see and act on it. If it can be predicted, then it is defeat able.”
“Yeah, you got. Remember this on your missions.”

-End Flashback-



“That’s right this is just like he said it would be.” Misxion looked at his surroundings quickly. “This is no finisher. It’s a distraction. Then the base axis is me. The second is-” He ducked a piece of flying shrapnel. “There.” He closed his eyes and began to swing his exquisite blade. Every motion cut down another hazard, this time it really was inhuman speed. Soon enough he opened his eyes and a stunned Arelena was right in front of him. “Ha, Arelena. That can’t be all you have. Those dummies lost there programming the second they were damaged. Pathetic really.”
“Not my problem anymore. You’re in over your head this time.”
“Aren’t I always?”
“You’ll be brought to heel soon enough.” She whipped her sword ito the air. Misxion watched as it floated and slowly began to multiply. The dim room soon was entirely walled with cold steel blades. “How’s that?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. You’re going to attack all at once or slowly to prolong this duel?”
“Neither that’s just to make sure you don’t escape. Here it is.” The lights went down and the only sound was their breathing. “This is it.” The sword began to glow and spin round and round. The combination of light and darkness made it hard to see clearly. Also, Arelena had disappeared. Finally she appeared again. A smirk on her face, a look of triumph and superiority. Misxion stood perfectly stiil.
“That’s the trick. You use the blades as a wall and a backup weapon. The real attack is when you blast me with a fully charged blast of my own power and yours. The blades draw power from me and that makes them glow and spin. It’s an inescapable attack, however if you die prior to it’s completion, I win.”
“True, but can you do it within the time? Can you win with your strength draining and your senses impaired?”
“Not as I am now.”
“Then why are you still wearing that ridiculous smirk?”
“You see my dear. I’m right handed.” He tossed the blade into the air and caught it. The smirk never left his face and his eyes never left his opponent. “Now, this is for real.”
“You insolent brat.” a sword flew into her hand as they closed. This time Misxion didn’t even have to clash with her. He disappeared and reappeared no more than two steps away. She dropped her sword and grasped her bleeding hand.
“I’ll give you this you’re excellent at staying alive. A normal person would have died that time. But,” He stepped so fast she didn’t even see it. “You suck at winning.” She dropped. “I’m too kind.” He’d struck with the pommel of the sword. “But I can’t have you waking up and following me so- shnk.” The swords disappeared and Misxion sped out of the armory leaving his opponent there with a stream of blood pooling beneath each hand.



“Damn, I’m making as much progress as that guy and yet I’ve gotten no where closer to stopping him.” Coixu Had just sealed another world. He’d been sealing worlds everywhere. Zephner still reached just as many as he’d saved. “At least no one’s come to kill me yet. That could be a real pain in the ***.” Coixu indeed had changed from his days as Styx. He no longer slicked back his spiky jet black hair and he didn‘t seem at all greasy and slimy. He in fact he gave off this aura of eminence and otherworldly power. He seemed taller and broader and in general a nicer thing to look at. He wore a plain forest green gi and hakama set. They were both tied off after the joint in the arm or leg. He wore forearm guards and shin guards on the latter. His most impressive article was no doubt the soft brown sleeveless robe he always wore. It reached nearly to his knees and had a perfectly round hole in the back and front if one ever bothered to tie it off with a belt witch he never did. Coixu was certainly the number one in the group even though no one ever admitted it.
“Better be off. Three more.” He appeared in the second district of Traverse Town. “Another world in between. I shoulda come here earlier. But, what’s done is done.” He walked up to the mural of butterflies behind the central fountain. He placed one hand on it. “Sealing Spell Seven- Eternal Chasm.” A flash of light filled the area and there was a clicking sound. Like a lock. Suddenly, a huge figure appeared fro the fountain and thee was an explosion. Coixu fell backwards and slid all the way across the district. “I shouldn’ta let them know I was here. But, what’s done is done.”
“Ha! And I thought you were the best martial artist out of all three.”
“I am. I’m glad someone else recognizes my greatness.” Lifted his head and smiled broadly, a trickle of blood from his mouth.
“Hardly. I’m here to prove to everyone I’m the best.” The man was rather large. Not thick though. He was like a taller broader version of Coixu. In fact he closely resembled Nox in build and height.
“Too bad for you. I never lose.” Coixu got up and stretched his hands out. He began hopping back and forth like a boxer.
“Your theatrics are amusing but hardly useful.” He cracked his knuckles and assumed a low rigid stance.
“Aw. You’re to stiff. Gotta be laid back and loosy goosy. Else wise, you’ll be dead.” Coixu extended one hand and called over the mysterious opponent. He closed the distance and the fight began.
“I’m-”
“Blake the Terror. I know you. Your number… Seven.” Coixu rubbed his head before he finished. “Right? Forty two division leaders, thirteen superiors, seven top brass, and three senior partners. You guys rule the organization in the name if the three. Well, two now but who’s counting?”
“You’ll pay for that.” He raised his fist to strike but before he’d even started he lay on the ground looking up at Coixu who was still smiling.
“Aw. You really are nothing to worry about. Here I thought, you’d be tough. Well, I guess we can’t do much about that.”
“Not over yet. Little man.”
“Huh?” Blake leapt up and began a murderous charge. “Too slow.” Coixu matched ever movement with his own. They reached a stalemate. “I’ve grown weary of your little games. This ends now.” Coixu circled about and nailed Blake in the side of the head. It wasn’t ended there. He continued to alter his position every moment to stay both out of his opponents reach but within his. “Hey, you can stop whenever you want. Or, I could crush your sorry ***.”
“Dammit, if only I could hit him!” Blake continued to flail wildly in an attempt to stop the rain of blows.
“Hit me.” Coixu stopped and spread his arms out. “Come on hit me. You can hurt me. I won’t care.” Blake used all his might to punch Coixu directly in the forehead. “You seriously believed me?” Coixu ducked and kicked him high into the air. “Seriously the look on your face.” Coixu leapt above his target before he’d reached the peak of his trajectory and slammed him back into the ground. “Now tell me. How does that make you feel? Once a terror now a loser.” Coixu lifted his beaten opponent and tossed him up into the air. He kicked him through a wall into the first district. “Well? I know you can hear me. Are you trying to still win?” Blake weakly raised his hand only to have it crushed by Coixu’s foot. “Really? In that case, I’ll kill you right now.” The last sight Blake saw was a foot above his face.



“The final task. The door to all things. Closure.” Nox stood in the place where many heroes had died before him. “Kingdom Hearts. Sora, you‘ll never know how grateful I am, and how indebted we all are to you.” Nox walked towards the door slowly. From the deep chasm a warrior leapt.
“Who dares disturb my slumber.” He spoke from under an assassins hood.
“Nox Noctis, now cease and desist. This is none of your business Luc.” The man removed the hood to reveal a head of blonde hair set to spiking backwards.
“Of course it is. No way are you gonna stop the horde. That’s my home they’re finally leaving.” He pointed at Nox accusingly.
“Not my problem. Your kind can survive them. These on this kind can’t.” Nox reasoned.
“I don’t care.” He shook with the rage and sadness reflected in his eyes. “I’m going to save my kind yours in inconsequential.”
“You once guarded the door. Why have you changed so?” Nox asked, though he knew the answer no one couldn't.
“You can only accept so much pain and suffering. When you no longer accept it you try to stop it.” Luc bowed his head slightly.
“I never liked you. I no longer accept you then.” Nox answered definitively.
“Seems that way.” Luc drew two deer antler blades. “I’ve suffered hell. And you want me to continue the ‘good fight’ just ’cause you can’t fight it on your own? No way in the worlds am I gonna help you hurt my people.”
“I understand you. I’ll respect your rights but I can’t let my worlds and beliefs bow to anything. The only way to see who is right is to follow one course of action and observe the results. That one will be mine!” The smoke blackened steel whip appeared in Nox’s hands. It bore a deep purple flag at the tip emblazoned with a pale almost white inverted cross. “Can’t change your mind can I?”
“Not in a million years.”
“You seemed to be a good man, I hate to kill you.”
“You are a good fellow. I hate to kill you as well.”
“Too bad for us.” Nox charged forwards brandishing his whip. The second was concealed in his sleeve but he couldn’t risk losing the heart by feeing up the whip so he’d have to fight with one weapon.




“The belly of the beast and the heart of the machine.” Zennith materialized inside what seemed to be a huge industrial factory. It was truly, as he said inside Zephner The Iron Screamer.
“And your grave.” a figure stepped into the enclosure through one of four halls.
“Well, if it isn’t old kiss up thaat couldn’t. Fafnir the idiot.” Zennith laughed jokingly.
“Well, you’re just as pretentious and self assured as ever.” Fafnir maintained his calm.
“What can I say, it’s still pretentious even if you really are better than everyone else.” Zennith just continued to fool around even under the harsh stare of fafnir. The anger seemed to build behind his eyes.
“That’s the rub in’t it. Are you really so much better than me?” Fafnir retaliated.
“Who knows how much? I’d say two three times but that’s just me.” zennith laughed again. That annoying happy laugh that Fafnir hadn’t used for years. Now it sounded like a thousand taunting piers a hundred disaproving elders. It was sick making.
“Not funny.” fafnir replied slowly.
“I’m serious.” Zennith finally stopped laughing.
“Don’t patronize me. I’m not stupid and I’m not gonna take any more of your bull-” Fafnir finally exploded.
“Come now. Can’t you just chill? I mean it’s not like you’re the one who’s gonna die in like five minutes.” Zennith continued to joke even though the smile had left his face.
“Five minutes… It’ll have to be enough.” Fafnir muttered. “Sorry to cut our conversation short but it’s time for me to stop you.”
“You’re on his side then?” Zennith asked almost friendly.
“Yes.” Fafnir shot back coldly.
“Okay. Do your best. Try not to hurt yourself.” Zennith just stood thee with his eyes wandering.
“Die you stupid little prick.” An enormous arm suddenly materialized around Fafnirs left arm and threw it’s gargantuan for at Zenith. He was thrown against a wall and held there by the powerful hand. The arm seemed to be made of a metallic substance and it was comprised of many armor like plates with a hollow center and nothing holding them together. “I went through hell and beyond to beat you. If it meant changing who I was what I was I’d win. Now I have. I‘ve even given up my heart and soul for this. The spirit gauntlet.” He raised his large arm. “My soul in material form all my being is in this. All I am, is better than you.” Another hand appeared. This one was deep purple and looked like a hideous bony claw. “The claw of the heart. My black heart manifested outside me. In either hand I hold my heart and soul.” He spoke with such condescension. He certainly was pleased with himself. “You hold nothing, a monster like you only destroys and throws away the most important things.”
“Why?” Zennith choked out from beneath the huge palms grip.
“What do you mean?” Fafnir was throw for a second.
“Was it that I killed the love of your life?” Zennith asked softly.
“…”
“No, it was that she loved him so much more than you?” Zennith spoke in the same soft kind voice.
“…”
“That’s not enough though. Was it also that you were surpassed and fell into anonymity?” Zennith showed genuine curiosity in his words. It was almost too much.
“…”
“Was it that you could never could live up to him?” That was it. No more could be endured.
“Shut up! Shut the hell up! What would you know?! Huh!? I’m the one with the power you have nothing! I’m superior! I’m better than you!” The claw swelled like a wildfire in kindling.
“You’d like to think that.” Zennith coughed at the tightened grip.
“Death is too good for you.” Fafnir Began slamming both hands against the wall violently. “I’ll have to make these last minutes count.” Zennith finally dropped to the floor in a bloody mess.
“I’ll give you that death you want so much.” He spit out some blood and smiled again. “I hope you don’t care if it’s you who dies though.”
“Raaaaaagh!” Fafnir howled. “You’ll pay for your insolence.”
“You’ll pay for your ignorance.” Zennith began to laugh but he ended up hacking and coughing.
“You’re over.” Both colossal hands clasped and were brought down like a tremendous sledgehammer.
“Not yet.” Both hands suddenly lost their integrity and detonated. The explosion forced both back. “I told you before I‘m better than you.”
“No! What is this!” He was slowly becoming more and more translucent. And strands of black began to creep up his arms and legs dragging him down.
“You went too far. Your soul was rotten and weak. Your heart is full of rage and power.”
“Was?” Fafnir tried I vain to free himself as Zennith stood and stare out into space.
“You’re dying. Your heart was overtaken by those emotions. Your soul lost purpose and sense of self. Because you tried so hard to become powerful you lost the one thing that could make you that way. Without a strong enough soul to balance it your heart collapsed and now you have neither.”
“Help me.” Fafnir pleaded.
“I can’t.” Zennith stayed rooted to the spot.
“Please.” Fafnir was almost gone and almost entirely shrouded in darkness.
“Say hi to Alice for me. I have a feeling she’d like it more coming from you.” Zennith turned around and walked away slowly.
“I don’t want to go yet.” Fafnir said weakly.
“Neither do I.” Zennith answered. No one was there to hear him though.



Finally updated. I kinda ended it early, because I wanted to have all the story lines coincide. Well, This is pretty much unedited. I hope it's all right. Now CnC means what? Oh well, just say it if you like it hate it or couldn't finish it. I just wanna know what you guys think.

Many are missing the point of the politics question. I'm only asking as far as politics go on a spectrum from Crazy liberal to crazy conservative and everything else where you'd be. Gosh, it's not that badly written is it?

You fail horribly.

No one wants to answer if they're liberal, conservative, or what ever do they?