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Sooo... this reminds me of every Facebook conversation I've ever had.

Them: I'm a miserable human being with no prospects in life.
Me: What happened?
Them: I don't want to talk about it.
Me: Then I can't help you!

So, what happened? Or should I just hop on that bandwagon now and make fun of life in general?

Username: Loxare
Doll's name: Cherise

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It sounds best. :|

AHHHHHHHHHHH I missed you tooooo
I will do my best!

Hai Hero!

Eighteen since April.

Is it just me or does this seem like a survey question?

... Stuff is good.

Hm. Well that explains a lot. Did I miss any events/important things?

D'awwww. Thanks Llave~. I didn't know I had "goo' ol'" status...

Facebook? Or Twitter? Or Facetter? Twitbook?

Whichever, it seems less like KHV and more like all of the social networking sites I've been avoiding like the plague for the past three months.

BACK WITH VICTORY!!!!

I have triumphed over the agonies of working-for-your-parents and have returned to set this ship sailing! I'm glad to see you've kept it ship-shape, my most wonderful crew. Now allons-y!

Ahhh... Yet another LPTP. I suppose I shall have to continue on with my tradition of always missing the endings.

Anyways, I was gone two months. What'd I miss?

Yeah, I don't get it. Why are we following people like on Twitter? Where did my templates go?

Back! Sorry for the long delay! Here's the next chapter.

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The guards standing at the end of the hallway leading to the cells couldn't believe their eyes. The new prisoner's door was opening like nothing, the lock suddenly ineffectual. The guard on the left, the more senior of the two, nodded to his partner, hand signalling him to sound an alarm and get the General. The younger man nodded and took off up the stairs as the older guard took up a fighting stance.

“Stop where you are prisoner!” He yelled at the figure slowly advancing towards him, “Get back in your cell or I will put you back in myself!” But Beucifilous kept walking, his white hair shimmering in the torchlight. So the guard summoned his Keyblade and took a fighting stance.

As a fortress at war, Fort Nox was well armed and equipped. The soldiers were the best trained or they were sent back to the elusive training camps until they became the best. Those who were even better were accepted into the special units. This particular guard had left the training camps with flying colours, but that had been a few years ago at least. He was positioned as a mere guard which had slowed his reflexes and softened his blows. He didn't have the experience that Beuce did when it came to the art of fighting. Even if he had though, it wouldn't have changed his fate. The moment he took his fighting stance, Beuce flew in, summoning his Keyblade. The guard's throat was cut before he had even realized Beuce had moved.

Beuce stood for a moment, gazing at his Keyblade in wonderment. His Keyblade had once been called Protector, a twin blade to Rain's Defender. A long silver blade with a blue hilt, the only difference between his and his sister's had been the colour of the teeth, which had been green on his and red on hers. Now, his Keyblade had changed in response to his acceptance of the darkness. The shape was unchanged, but now the shaft was the deepest black, the hilt dark purple with green swirling around, like a dark candy cane. His eyes lingered on the teeth of the blade; they were red, like Rain's. He brushed his fingers lovingly over the colour, then headed up the stairs into bedlam.

His Keyblade hadn't been the only thing to change, although he didn't know it yet. The Fort's lack of mirrors prevented him from seeing the new gleam of malice in his formerly joyous face. His eyes, once green, had turned a disturbing shade of purple, so deep as to be almost black. The colour of his hair had changed the least, but seemed darker, as if the white strands now had a black core.

His tormentors had stripped him of his happiness, his good memories clouded over by the fog of hatred. Perhaps he could make new happy memories by killing every living soul in this building.

Fort Nox had a basic layout, with only one wide staircase wrapping around the exterior, the various hallways and rooms simple offshoots of this. This made the Fort very defensible, since invaders could only fight four people abreast. However, it also ensured that, as long as there were no survivors on the floors below him, Beuce could climb the Fort gradually and slaughter quickly and unexpectedly. He wasn't sure where he would find Ignis, whose blood he most craved to polish his blade, so he had to go through methodically.

He hadn't realized, but it had been the very blackest part of night when he had escaped, and most of the people he killed had been sleeping. Some of them woke up and tried to sound the alarm, but after a few swift strokes, those few joined their comrades.

A short hour later, Beuce found himself outside of General Ignis's door, on the top floor of the Fort. A light shone under the door, a sign that the General was awake, either due to insomnia or work. Beuce smiled, a perverse mutation of the one that had caused others to grin just looking at it. This smile, if it could be called such, held no joy, and was only a placeholder for the emotions he wanted to be feeling. He wanted to be glad that Ignis was awake, wanted him to die knowing he had been bested. But true darkness cannot know joy, for that emotion is of the realm of light. And Beuce was far beyond the reaches of the light.

He hefted his Keyblade and slowly opened the door.



Terak woke at the slightest sound in the bushes. Since the defeat at the City of Light, he, Balthar, Ashiim, and Godric had been on the run from the remaining dark Keyblade Wielders while their wounds healed. It had been a harrowing experience for all of them, and none of them had been sleeping well. Carefully, Terak sat up, Ashiim and Godric were also waking, and Balthar, currently on guard duty, was staring intently at the foliage on the west side of the camp. A moment of tense silence passed when the bushes rustled again. Four Keyblades shot out in a flurry of light, two aimed at the bush, two on ready, in case the rustling was a distraction.

His Keyblade shifted from attack when he saw the head that popped out of the greenery. “Gemini,” he sighed with relief, “Scare us to death, why don’t you?” The other three also lowered their weapons, but kept them out.

Gemini smiled, knowing the effect her rustling had had on her fellow Wielders of Light. “Another time perhaps Terak. I have some information that needs to be heard by living ears.” Her smile faded as she thought about it.

Balthar sat down and opened his bag of supplies. “Here,” he said, holding a meat bun out to Gemini, “eat, then tell us.”

She scarfed it down quickly, knowing that the information couldn’t wait, but unable to ignore her hunger. “As always, there’s good news, bad news and worse news. The good news is that Beucefilous is alive.” Her eyes were downcast as she considered the bad news. The others broke into smiles and relieved sighs, not knowing what the other two pieces of vital information were. “The bad news is that Rain isn’t.” As quickly as it came, the smiles vanished.

Ashiim, after a moment, quietly ventured a question, “And... the worse news?”

“As a result of Rain’s death, Beuce has embraced the darkness.”

“What?!” Terak shouted. The other three had similar reactions. “Are you sure Gemini?”

She nodded. “I saw it with my own eyes. I was ordered to assassinate General Ignis at Fort Knox and was just outside the window.”



General Ignis reclined in his chair, preparing for another night of slumber, in which his dreams of destruction were the most vivid. He could sense a presence outside his window, likely another peon of Light trying to kill him. He could dispatch of that one in a moment. However, the blisteringly dark presence which had been climbing his Fort for the past hour was much more interesting. And it was just outside his door.

It opened slowly, inward. Ignis was mildly surprised to see the face of Beucefilous, the young Keyblade Wielder he had captured at the City of Light. He hadn’t thought the young man could turn himself to darkness so quickly. And such darkness. His skin was practically rippling with it. Yes, he would make a great pawn.

Beuce stared into the eyes of his captor, his nemesis, and felt nothing. Not hatred, not even mild anger. However, when he looked down onto the General’s chest and saw a necklace there, he was flooded with such an intense desire to kill that even the Dark General had never felt. The necklace was Rain’s; he had one just like it. The darkness burst out of his skin and covered him like armor. His Keyblade came up and pulled him across the room, aimed at Ignis’s heart. The General summoned his Keyblade at the last moment. Keyblade clashed against Keyblade and the General was pushed back under the force of the blow.

Relentless in his blows, Beuce continued pushing the General back. In a moment, the General made a small mistake. A small, insignificant mistake which, in a less deadly fight, would be meaningless. A mistake which Beuce exploited with all his might. Ignis forgot there he was fighting and his foot slipped as he stepped of the rug covering the center of the room and onto the more slippery stone floor. His balance shifted slightly to the right, his arm moving instinctively to protect his now-vulnerable left. A bare moment later, his right arm was bleeding profusely, and was barely able to hold the Keyblade. Beuce slammed his Keyblade down again onto Ignis’s hand, forcing the General to drop his Keyblade completely, and Beuce ran him through.

As the General dissolved into darkness, Beuce reached out and grabbed Rain’s necklace off of his neck. The General’s Keyblade still sat on the ground, as if waiting. Curious, Beuce picked it up and instead of becoming darkness like its master, it started to glow with a dark light. Before he could react, the Keyblade rushed into his right eye.

Beuce screamed as the Keyblade joined with his eye. It was the most excruciating pain he had ever known, more painful than almost having his leg severed in training. More painful than when a dark Keyblade had run him through while defending the City of Light. When he could stand to function through his pain, he was lying on the floor, curled in a ball and both hands over his eye.

He could see. He could see the hundreds of Wielders of Darkness camped outside the Fort. He lurched over to a mirror. His right eye was the same horrifying shade of red as Ignis’s. A quick movement by the window caught his attention. He threw open the shutters and looked out.

Crouched below the window on a platform with a knife in her hand was Gemini. She shivered, frightened of what she had seen and what she now knew. Beuce smiled. Slowly, he closed the window and walked away. There would be time to kill her later, but for now, her blinding light hurt his eyes.

Sorry for the long delay!

Yeah, but they're so durn cute!

Wunderbar! Now let's get us some Twinkies!

Hippopotamus.

Hm. I thought it was an implication that I often swallow keys and what-not and then have to "retrieve" them.

If you're still taking requests, I shall like to be sky blue and red please.

So, apparently, I whisper too loud in public. Who knew.

Why me "of all people"? What be ye implying, Mr DT?