A Kingdom Hearts Alternate Future: Sora and Kairi's Wedding

Discussion in 'Archives' started by Destiny's Force, Sep 30, 2007.

  1. tSG1 Chaser

    Jul 8, 2008
    Very nice story.


    Some of the lines are really cliche, but they work well with the story :)
  2. Gizbit99 Moogle Assistant

    May 11, 2009
    HAH! Jack's jar of dirt FINALLY serves a good purpose!

    But what the heck happened to him at the end?
  3. DancingCookie Traverse Town Homebody

    Jun 27, 2007
    Order's Sanctuary
    Not Sir Aurons' Sake! He needs that to make a Tornado of Fire!

    I did enjoy the bit at the end with Jack and the Jar of Dirt. But where was he keeping it?
  4. Loxare Hollow Bastion Committee

    Feb 6, 2009
    Flower Field
    i think he was keeping it in his pocket. thats what the story said.
  5. KingdomHeartsIsLight Moogle Assistant

    Mar 26, 2008
    Jar of dirt?

    I think that was funny. Maybe it's suddenly gonna change into 'Jar of Pixie Dust' lol. haha

    DF, not speeding you up here but your last post here was 14th of April (before valentine?) so I was wondering what you have been doing (I looked at switched but the last post was a bit long...) so well, I'm just asking.
  6. Destiny's Force Mess with the best, lose like the rest...

    Apr 16, 2007
    With Amber <3
    The Reckoning...(2 of 4)

    "When he's fighting Xemnas, his Majesty reminds me of someone..." Through Sora's eyes, Roxas was observing King Mickey as he was locked in a deadly dance of clashing blades with Xemnas.

    "Really?" Curious to where this was leading to, Naminé and Kairi looked over in the King's direction. "Who?"

    "It's so obvious!" Roxas chuckled. "Pointy ears, wrinkles, mental powers and you know who he'd be a dead ringer for?"

    "You don't mean..." Naminé gasped.

    "Yes! He'd look just like Spock from Star Trek!"

    "Well, duh!" Naminé did a double take. "Wait...Spock? Are you serious?!"

    "Yeah!" Roxas couldn't miss the disbelief in Naminé's voice. "Who'd you think I was going to say?"

    "Now that you mention it..." Sora couldn't help but picture the King in a Starfleet uniform. The image almost made him laugh.

    "Uh..." Kairi gave Sora/Roxas an incredulous look. "A small guy going against someone wearing black leather and wielding lightsabers. Doesn't that remind you of something else?"

    Sora thought for a moment. Then he shook his head. "Nope. Nothing rings a bell."

    Kairi facepalmed. "Incredibly hopeless is what you are."

    "Hate to break up your lover's spat," Wakka interrupted, "but we ARE in the middle of a fight right now!" Along with Sora and Kairi, he and Pence found themselves facing none other than Axel and the black-cloaked Roxas.

    Axel readjusted his grip on his right chakram. "To think the Organization's been reduced to taking out a bunch of kids." Then he glanced over at the Roxas doppelganger. "No offense."

    Roxas' doppelganger didn't even break a smirk. "Let's just get this over with." Org Roxas pointed his Oathkeeper at Pence. "I'll take the fat one."

    "The name's Pence, you Blonde-Haired Kook!"

    "Hey! I resent that!" the Roxas inside Sora objected. "BHK stands for 'Blonde-Haired Kid,' not-" Before he could continue his complaint, Sora had to quickly bring his Keyblade forward to deflect Axel's strike.

    "Axel, why don't you recognize us?" Sora pleaded. The Flurry of Dancing Flames hesitated for a moment, looking unsure as if he were struggling to remember something.

    "I...I'm not sure. Why do I feel like I know you?"

    "The Organization must've removed any recollections of us from his memory," Naminé said. But there was something nagging in the back of Kairi's mind. Something that was important.

    "Didn't you..." She tried to collect her thoughts. "Didn't you mention something from the Ansem Reports? Something about..." Kairi knew she was onto something, but the answer eluded her.

    "Axel! Remember the mission!" Org Roxas' words shook Axel out of his memory-hazed fog. Before the doppelganger could say anymore, Wakka rushed in and slammed his right palm fully into Org Roxas' face like a linebacker with the football. He kept his weight on his free arm to pin his enemy to the ground as he raised his Blitzball with the intention of shoving it in so hard that the black-cloaked teenager would end up with his face imploded.

    "Memorize this!" Wakka cried as he prepared to smash his Blitzball into Roxas' visage. Unfortunately, this left both of Org Roxas' Keyblades free. The Blitzball traveled only inches before the Keyblades stopped it in a scissor-like vicegrip. Before Wakka knew what happened, the ball was twisted out of his grip and flung out of reach before he ended up with Roxas on top of him, the Keyblades crossed over his throat and ready to cut his head off.

    "You know, these Keyblades can slice through almost anything," Roxas' doppelganger said as he began to close the gap between his blades and Wakka's neck. "I've had to live without a heart. How would you like to live without a head?"

    "BACK OFF!" Kairi shouted. Her silky, smooth leg smashed into Roxas' stunned facial expression, snapping his neck back and sending his body flying. Wakka's eyes widened in surprise.

    "That was a nice kick!" he complimented. Wakka flipped up to his feet and chased after his discarded Blitzball.

    "You could've just hit him with the Keyblade," Naminé observed.

    Kairi couldn't help but smirk. "Where's the fun in that?"

    "Kairi! Behind you!" Sora shouted. While her attention was focused on Roxas, Axel had taken the opportunity to jump backwards through a portal only to pop out from behind Kairi for a sneak attack. The girl whirled around and managed to parry one of his chakrams, but the spiky, redhead was able to get under her guard and slash with the other. His arms whirled as his weapons sliced a chunk of fabric from her outfit, revealing her bare midriff for the umpteenth time that day.

    "You know, I'm starting to feel like I'm in one of those perverted animes," Kairi muttered as Axel leapt out of attack range before she could retaliate. "Just not complete without some girl's clothes flying off."

    "Enough!" Pence aimed Cid's flamethrower at Axel, cranked it up to full power and pulled the trigger. It was as if he had just ignited a rocket booster as a massive river of flame burst out of the weapon's nozzle. The force was so great that Pence was knocked back a few steps from the explosion.

    Axel couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the flames shoot toward him. With just an almost lazy flick of his wrist, the stream of fire sharply turned away from him and straight toward Sora.

    The sudden burst rocketing toward him caught the Keyblade master off guard, causing him to get nicked by the blast. A sudden jolt of pain caused Sora to wince as he realized that some of the flame's embers managed to fly inside the sleeve of his outfit and burned his right shoulder. As Sora instinctively patted the burn in an attempt to cool it down, Org Roxas had managed to recover from Kairi's kick and flew towards Sora with Oathkeeper and Oblivion at the ready.

    "Watch out! I'm...I mean, he's coming!" the real Roxas warned. Sora whirled around and parried Org Roxas' Oblivion with his good arm. Unfortunately, Sora wasn't used to wielding the Keyblade with his left arm and he felt a sharp, fleeting pain in his wrist. Taking advantage, Roxas smashed Oathkeeper's handle into Sora's burned shoulder, causing Sora to cry out in agony.

    "Pathetic," the black cloaked boy taunted in a quiet voice. "And you're supposed to be my original self?" He pulled back his Oathkeeper and prepared to stab at Sora's heart.

    "Drive!" Roxas shouted.

    Without hesitating for an instant, Sora tucked his arms and legs in and cried out, "GIVE ME STRENGTH!" The crystal-like sphere enveloped his entire body, shielding him from his opponent's deathblow. As the sphere shattered, Org Roxas was blasted back from the explosion of light and landed on his feet, staring at Sora's Limit Form outfit. Completely healed, Sora rushed at Org Roxas with his Keyblade at the ready.

    * * *

    Meanwhile, Pence was smacking the flamethrower with his palm in frustration. "Come on, you stupid piece of junk!" Pence was so focused on his malfunctioning weapon, he didn't notice Axel gliding in with his chakrams raised back to strike.

    "Oh no you don't!" Wakka yelled. With the Blitzball tucked in the crook of his elbow, Wakka shoved Pence out of Axel's range with his free hand, ducked underneath Axel's outstretched arms and body-checked the flaming redhead.

    As Axel massaged his stomach, he winced slightly out of reaction more than pain. His eyes narrowed at Wakka. "Kid, you don't want to make me mad!" In response, Wakka twirled around and chucked his Blitzball straight towards the redhead's face.

    Without flinching, Axel slammed his chakrams into the ground. A pillar of flame erupted in front of Axel, deflecting the ball's trajectory back to its owner. Wakka managed to catch the rebound before he realized a body-sized circle was appearing underneath his feet. Seconds later, he was blasted skyward by another flame pillar, effectively incapacitated for a few seconds. Those seconds were all that Axel needed to finish what he started. Tightening his grip on his weapons, the Flurry of Dancing Flames made a mad dash towards Pence again.

    Panicking because he finally noticed the incoming threat, Pence heaved the nozzle towards Axel and pressed the trigger in the hopes that flames would protect him from his assailant. Unfortunately, instead of embers, oil began to stream out of the nozzle. At an embarrassing angle, it almost looked like Pence was leaking onto the moist, brown ground. With nothing to protect him but a broken hunk of metal in his arms, Pence almost felt like taking a leak for real.

    "Sorry, kid." Axel shook his head slightly. "You just weren't hot enough." If Pence were thinking clearly, he might've thrown the broken flamethrower in Axel's direction in the hopes that he would've survived for an extra few seconds. Unfortunately, it wouldn't have made a difference. With a snap of Axel's fingers, the oil instantly burst into flames setting Pence ablaze.

    From his bird's eye perspective, Wakka was helpless to protect Pence from Axel's fire manipulation. However, the ball player realized that he had a perfect shot at Sora's opponent. A few moments later, Org Roxas' head was smacked upside the head by a Blitzball, followed by a full-grown human body that landed on top of him with a thunderous crash. As the dust cleared from the impact, Wakka coughed up some dirt out of his lungs and pointed Sora and Kairi's attention towards the flaming Pence.

    Kairi quickly aimed her Keyblade and shouted "FREEZE!" The spell managed to abolish the flames from Pence's body, but the damage had already been done.

    Sora whipped his head toward Wakka. "Get Pence away from here! We'll cover you!" Wakka wasted no time in picking up the injured boy and dashing for safety on the other side of a nearby rock.

    Org Roxas used Oblivion to heave himself back to his feet and began closing in on Sora and Kairi. Axel appeared on the other side of the fated couple, effectively sandwiching them in a pincer formation. Both single wielders stared down the dual-wielders that surrounded them.

    Circling the engaged couple like lions, Axel couldn't help but chuckle. "Two on two? Doesn't seem fair now does it?" Axel mused.

    "The Organization owes you two for destroying Kingdom Hearts and the opportunity to become whole beings again," Org Roxas said coolly. "In the end, it doesn't even matter. We had to fall to lose it all, but in the end-"

    "Linkin Park?" Sora interrupted. He couldn't help but give the Roxas clone a look of disbelief. "Seriously, the least they could've done was update your references."

    "Geez, was I always this..." Roxas couldn't think of the word.

    "Irritating?" Naminé suggested. "After the way your clone shoved his face into my..." She shuddered at the memory. "Let's just say that it's going to be a long time before you even get to second base with me."

    "Aw, Naminé. And here I thought you liked me," Roxas teased.

    Kairi scratched at her bare midriff. "No matter how many times my body gets exposed, I feel dirtier every single time someone sees me naked." She glanced over at Sora's Limit Form-clad body out of the corner of her eye. "By the way, love the classic look."

    Sora licked his lips and gulped. "And you look, uh..." He was slightly stunned that even in the weariness of battle, Kairi's looks made him speechless.

    Kairi rolled her eyes. "Just say it already, Romeo."

    "You look pretty nice," Sora blurted out. He could hear Naminé and Roxas letting out pitying sighs.

    "Out of all the compliments that you could've come up with, that was the best you had?" Roxas shook his head in the back of Sora's mind. "When this is all over, you and I are going to have a little talk."

    "Face it, tiger. You hit the jackpot," Kairi teased with a wink. Sora was about to reply, but the sudden flash of movement from their opponents signaled that the time for talk was over. Without missing a beat, Sora dived at Axel while Kairi blitzed toward the Roxas clone. The Keyblade wielders were locked in a deadly dance with dangerous, dual-wielding dynamos.

    As Axel swiped and slashed with merciless intensity, Sora couldn't help but feeling a sense of deja vu. A boy in rodent-shaped shoes among a palace of ivory...

    "You lost before, kid!" Axel taunted. "What's so different this time?" Outmatching his opponent in speed, Axel circled around Sora and let loose his chakrams, embers flaking off through their path. Unfortunately for the redhead, Sora and Roxas had the advantage of remembering every single bout they've ever had against each other. Knowing Axel's fighting style by heart, Sora whirled around and managed to execute a perfect Guard, nullifying any damage.

    Axel's eyebrows rose in surprise, a sight that made Roxas smirk slightly from the back corner of Sora's mind. "Last time it was five-on-one." The Keyblade spun around in Sora's hand. "I know it's not your fault the Organization erased your memories of us. But if you're the Axel I remember..." There was a tinge of pity in the teenager's tone. "...you'll forgive us."

    Sora thrusted the Keyblade with great force that his feet seemed to glide effortlessly across the rocky terrain. "TAKE THIS!" Sora's body was a blur as his form darted back and forth across the battlefield. With each pass, the Keyblade smashed through Axel's defenses and connected with multiple hits to his upper body.

    Because of Axel's own memories being purged and rewritten to not include any familiarity of his opponent, he was completely helpless with shock that his trademark speed wasn't fast enough to counterattack Sora's Sonic Blade. Axel doubled over from Sora's final blow, clutching his stomach.

    "You got me..." he gasped. Sora turned to face Axel, half-expecting him to dissolve into data bits to confirm his defeat. Unfortunately, this turned out to be a fatal lapse of judgment. "Psych!" Before Sora could put up his guard, Axel hurled a chakram into the Keyblade wielder's face.

    "Sora!" Roxas cried as Sora's body flew back in a high arc. Time seemed to slow down for the Keyblade wielder as his reflexes kicked in. Without even thinking, Sora jammed the Keyblade into the ground to stop his body in motion and managed to twist himself back upright. As Sora shuffled his feet back into position, Kairi was having problems of her own.

    The Org's Roxas was pursuing Kairi relentlessly, Oathkeeper and Oblivion slashing after her. With every swipe of his Keyblades, Nobody symbols appeared overhead shooting lasers straight into the ground and shot themselves outward, their beams trailing across the earth.

    "Dontgetstrippeddontgetstrippeddontgetstripped..." was the mantra Kairi kept running in her mind as she evaded Org. Roxas' assault.

    "I thought you were going to face me," the black clad Roxas taunted, "not run away like the stereotypical hero's girlfriend that everyone thinks you are." Kairi stopped to a dead halt and whirled around at her attacker, her red hair shimmering across her shoulders.

    "You did NOT just call me a damsel in distress!" Kairi's eyes flashed at him angrily as she sidestepped a stray laser. "Husband-in-law or not, your clone butt is going down!" The Princess of Heart leapt into the air, heaved the Keyblade above her head and swung it down toward her opponent's head with enraged force. Reacting quickly, Org. Roxas jumped backward out of range and hurled his Keyblades at her. They flew like sawblades in outward arcs before swooping in at their target.

    "Duck!" Naminé yelled. Kairi instinctively threw her body forward into a Dodge Flip. She could feel the wind being generated from the spinning Keyblades as they rushed past her ears, mere centimeters from both sides of her head. Although her quick reaction was able to dodge the attack, her body (namely, her outfit) didn't go unscathed.

    As she righted herself, Kairi's shoulder straps suddenly came neatly apart and hung loosely like wet noodles, leaving her top to slide slightly downward to reveal some embarrassing cleavage. "Geez, haven't you guys seen me naked enough already?!" Kairi yelled as she shimmied her top as high as she possibly could.

    "Apparently not," Naminé sighed.

    "Couldn't you just, I don't know, Mind Crush him? From what I heard, you were able to do it with Riku's replica."

    "Repliku's a different case. I was the one who personally implanted his memories, so I was the only one who could undo what I did. This Roxas clone they created was given selected memories through artificial means. In other words, I'm pretty much locked out."

    "Well, it'd be too easy if you WERE able to do anything about it," Kairi muttered darkly.

    Org Roxas twirled a Keyblade in each hand and very carefully placed them on the hard, earthen ground. Kairi couldn't help but have a feeling of deja vu as his weapons began to scrape across the ground as he charged toward her, a killing glare etched on his face. Kairi readied her stance.

    "Why did he pick you?!" Org Roxas suddenly cried, raising Oathkeeper. Kairi blinked in confusion.

    "What?" She jerked her foot back as Oathkeeper smashed into its former occupied position. Drawing her arms back in a circular motion, Kairi swung at her opponent's exposed shoulder. A sickening crack reverberated through the air as her weapon made contact with its target. Org Roxas grunted in pain, his Keyblade clattering to the ground from his numbed fingers.

    "Out of all that he could've chosen, why'd he pick you?" Undaunted, Org Roxas retaliated by swiping Oblivion across her legs, causing her already short outfit to easily expose her panties. Kairi's face matched the shade of her hair.

    "You pervert!" Her foot smashed Org Roxas across his face, sending him flying back through the air. "What are you talking about? Do you mean Sora?" Her opponent twisted his body upright and landed back into position. He massaged his aching jaw with his good shoulder.

    "You have no idea, do you?" Kairi had the nagging feeling that she was missing something, as if the words seemed to have some sort of importance.

    "...why he picked me..." Kairi lowered her Keyblade as she echoed what she had just seen. She closed her eyes, tuning out everything else.

    "Kairi?" As the black-cloaked Roxas lifted his Oblivion and charged toward her, the redhead stood rooted to the spot in thought.

    "Part of me..." Kairi knew she was onto something, but the day's events were keeping her from concentrating. Her face was taut with focus.

    "Um, Kairi?" Naminé repeated, a slight panic in her voice now. Org Roxas was mere feet from the girls when he leapt in the air, Oblivion raised.

    "Disappear," was all that he uttered.

    "KAIRI!" Naminé screamed. Kairi's eyes snapped open and in one fluid movement, stabbed the Keyblade in her opponent's direction.

    "GATHER!" Without warning, Org Roxas' body seemed to snap backward through the air as Kairi's Magnega spell caught him in its pull.

    "What?!" he yelled in surprise. As the teenage blonde orbited in the air, Kairi Aerial Dodged up to his level and as soon as he floated into range, she flipped her Keyblade around and smashed its handle across his face.

    "I realized that since they've been gathering data on me, they know my fighting style by now, right?" Kairi explained to Naminé. "So I figure that if I change my battle strategy, they'll have a harder time to adapt."

    "So what you're saying..." Naminé began.

    "In other words, less worrying about getting stripped and more getting down and naughty...I mean, dirty," Kairi quickly corrected herself as her cheeks reddened. "All this pervertedness must really be getting to me," she muttered darkly. Kairi grabbed a fistful of leather of Org Roxas' cloak with her free hand and yanked him out of the spell's fading orbit and crashed her knee into his face. While he was stunned, Kairi kicked her right leg over his head and spun around until she could clamp her thighs around his skull.

    "Didn't you do this move with Xemnas?" Naminé asked. As Kairi reached down for the teenager's legs, Naminé added, "You know, after this is over, you should totally think of getting into professional wrestling."

    "You want to see my underwear that badly, you jerk?! Fine then!" One extreme close-up of Kairi's panties and the hooded Roxas lost his icy-steel composure.

    "Not again!" he cried. Org Roxas started to struggle, but it was already too late as the duelists hurtled towards earth. And with a spectacular crash, Kairi piledrived her opponent mercilessly into the rocky floor, causing chunks of dirt to fly everywhere.

    As Kairi released her hold, she couldn't help but smirk slightly. "You've got to remember, Naminé: This may be the serious, job-oriented clone of Roxas, but he's still a typical teenage male."

    "Well, at least it wasn't my underwear that he was ogling at this time," Naminé replied with a sigh.

    * * *

    "Just hold on, man," Wakka huffed with a critically injured Pence in his arms. "Just hold on." With every Organization member busy dealing with their own personal group of Sora's allies, it almost seemed like a miracle that the boys managed to find some refuge behind a tall rock formation without opposition. As Wakka got down on one knee and laid Pence carefully on the ground, the slightly rotund boy let out a small moan.

    "Am I dead?" Pence looked up at Wakka's concerned face and gave him a weak smile. Wakka could only shake his head in amusement.

    "Believe me, the Underworld probably couldn't be any worse than whatever messed-up dimension we're in right now."

    "I'm thinking I should've stayed outside and monitored the rest of you instead of trying to fight." Pence's body shivered slightly. "I mean, who am I kidding? I'm a computer hacker, not a brawler! I'm only good for supporting roles."

    "Don't worry about it. The fact that you're still alive means you're a survivor. You haven't rolled up and died. Besides, all supporting characters are allowed to equip some means to defend themselves." When Pence still didn't look convinced, Wakka reached for his back pocket. "Here." He pulled out a bottle of Mega Potion. "This'll probably heal all those burns of yours..."

    "But I'll still feel like crap?" Pence joked.

    "At least you'll be on your feet again." Wakka stood up from his kneeling position. "After you heal, stay behind this rock. It's the safest place for the time being. Try to think of some way for anybody else here that can't fight to escape."

    "From the inside? That's impos-" The Blitzball player could see the gears turn in the computer geek's head. "If we can find a control panel or something of the like in this room, I just might be able to create a back door." Pence gingerly sat up. "What about you?" he asked. "Where are you going?" Wakka confidently spun his ball on his finger.

    "To help some star-crossed lovers live long enough to reach the aisle."

    * * *

    Kairi stood up and waved away some dust clouds that were hovering in front of her face. As her field of vision cleared, the dust clouds dissipated to reveal a wobbly Org Roxas propping himself up with Oblivion.

    "How..." The girls almost felt bad for seeing Roxas in a messed-up state. Almost. "How can I lose to someone like you?! You're not one of the Keyblade's chosen!" Org Roxas coughed out some gravel bits. "I'm supposed to be the Key of Destiny!"

    "Yeah? Well, I'm Hayden Panettiere!" Kairi shot back sarcastically. Org Roxas only stared blankly back at her. "You know? That girl from Heroes?" she clarified.

    "You mean Hiro?" Naminé chirped.

    "Yeah, that's the one." Kairi's brain did a double-take. "No, hey! Do I look Japanese? Wait, don't answer that."

    "What exactly are you trying to prove by fighting us anyway? You're no hero!" Org Roxas continued as he struggled to stand back up. "Look at you. You're supposed to be a Princess; some girl that waited on her butt for years expecting her Prince Charming to return and ended up getting herself kidnapped not once, not twice, but three times! Just what do you think you're playing at?!"

    "I didn't know Roxas felt this strongly," Naminé murmured.

    "I don't think that's it," Kairi said. "He's a clone, right? Something tells me that whatever personality or memories he was implanted with is starting to break down."

    "Think the flashing did it?" Naminé replied rhetorically. By this time, Org Roxas managed to catch his second wind and stand up from his hunched over state.

    "All you'll ever be is this helpless, little girl that easily succumbs not from pain, but by being tickled!" Org Roxas gave an un-Roxas-like smirk. "Seriously, I think your weakness is pathetic." He pointed Oathkeeper at the girls with a flourish.

    "Are you just asking to get your butt kicked?" Kairi snapped. "We've already been through all of this with Larxene, with Zexion..." She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "By Hades, we've been putting up with this crap ever since you people kidnapped me!"

    "And that blonde-haired bimbo dresses like gutter trash," Org Roxas added.

    "Okay, that does it!" Naminé quickly responded. Without thinking, she subconsciously tightened her grip on the Keyblade using Kairi's fingers. "He's SO getting a Mind Crush."

    "But I thought you said..." Kairi began.

    "I meant I'm going to crush that thick-headed mind of his with this Keyblade," Naminé clarified. She was so focused on her opponent that she failed to notice Axel aiming a chakram at Kairi's red-headed skull.

    Sora swiped at the projectile in a desperate attempt to deflect it, but he reacted too late. As his Keyblade passed through the space where the chakram used to be, he whipped his head toward Kairi and began to cry out a warning. "KAI-" Unfortunately, Axel spun with the momentum and slammed his other chakram into Sora's stomach, sending him crashing to his knees.

    Hearing Sora's grunt of pain, Kairi took her eyes off of Org Roxas, giving her opponent the opportunity to lunge at her. Her eyes went wide as Axel's weapon flew straight and true toward her battle weary face.

    The projectile was just inches from its target when all of a sudden, the chakram was intercepted by none other than Wakka's Blitzball. The impact caused Axel's weapon to deflect into Org Roxas' path, knocking Oathkeeper out of his hand. Kairi whirled back around at him and swung her Keyblade in an upward arc, slamming her blade upside Org Roxas' chin. She finished up her combo with a spinning back kick into the solar plexus, sending her opponent flying.

    The reappearance of Wakka's smiling form gave Sora a chance to knock Axel back a few yards and regroup with his friends. Wakka's body twirled in a mesmerizing spinning motion as his hand effortlessly palmed his ball back from the rebound. As he glided to a stop like a figure skater from a triple axle, the Blitzball player grinned. "Back in the game, ya?"

    "Is Pence okay?" Kairi asked.

    Wakka gave her a quick nod. "He'll survive, but he's not going to be fighting again anytime soon." As Axel and the Org's Roxas recovered from their attacks, Wakka's eyes narrowed in concentration. "Been meaning to use this move for awhile." With that said, he began to spin his body on the spot. Wakka spun around faster and faster until he was nothing more than a blurring top of motion kicking up dust. An endless stream of Blitzballs began flying from this human tornado, bombarding both Axel and Roxas in a merciless onslaught.

    Sensing that they needed some space to recover, Axel grabbed Org Roxas, leapt backward and disappeared through a portal of fire.

    "Where'd they go?" Sora said, ruffling his bushy hair in confusion. Sora and Kairi looked around in slight bewilderment when they realized that the two Org members had only teleported to the other end of the battlefield to give them a chance to recover from Wakka's Overdrive.

    "How exactly did they do that?" Kairi wondered. "If they could've portaled away like that, why didn't they just teleport out of this area?"

    "My guess is either they can't or they won't," Naminé replied. "Other than Roxas' double, there seems to be something weird about Axel other than the memory shift..."

    After a few more seconds, Wakka's body finally slowed to a stop. As the dust cleared, he was seen tossing the ball to himself with one hand.

    Sora blinked. "Where did all those Blitzballs come from?" he asked with an air of curiosity.

    "How do you hide a giant metal door utensil in your pants?" Wakka responded.


    * * *

    "I miss Patrick," Demyx said gloomily, his voice cracking. "The tummy rubs, our nightly Skittles runs, the Pokémon marathons..." He blew his nose into his sleeve. "I miss my pet Heartless!"

    Larxene rolled her eyes. "You're still crying about that? For the last time, he shouldn't have been playing in the hamper while I was doing laundry!" The Melodious Nocturne threw his arms around her and began sobbing. Larxene's body tensed up and said in a steely tone through her teeth, "If you're not off me in five seconds, I'll dice you into little, bite-sized pieces and feed your remains to the Heartless." She gave him an insincere smile. "Then you could make many Heartless happy all at once."

    "You'd do that..." Demyx sniffed naively, "...for me?" Larxene shoved Demyx off of her with disgust.

    "Do you two need a room?" Yuffie asked. "Because we could always come back and kick your butts later." Although it had been awhile since they had fought together, Yuffie, Tifa and Aerith had decided to team up against Larxene and a reluctant Demyx.

    "You know, now that I think about it, some of these guys sound awfully familiar. Take that redhead for example..." Aerith motioned towards Axel who had just diverted the flames of Pence's flamethrower. "Is it just me or does he sound like Reno?" Yuffie waved her hand dismissively at the remark.

    "Nah. All red-headed guys sound like that." Yuffie tapped her chin thoughtfully. "But this blonde-haired chick could pass off as a spokesperson for a burger joint."

    Larxene let out an impatient sigh. "Typical. I get paired up with all the women."

    "But I'm here!" Demyx pouted.

    "I stand by my statement." She crossed her arms in front of her chest in an X-shape. The kunai sparked menacingly between her fingers. "The only thing I hate more than whiny, teenage brats are giant-chested prostitutes that think they're better than everyone else!"

    "Hey, there's nothing wrong with having small, perky-" Aerith wrinkled her nose. "Why am I talking about this?"

    In a flash of lightning, Larxene disappeared from her spot. Next moment, Larxene clones swarmed the fighters in typical berserk fashion. It was a jumble of chaos as electricity ripped through the sky. Larxene afterimages bombarded the girls from almost every side.

    Demyx only stood there holding his sitar tightly.

    "Maybe if I stand really still, I don't have to get involved," he reasoned.

    There were so many targets dashing about that it was hard to focus on any one Larxene. Tifa smashed her fist into a Larxene's chest, ducked underneath a swipe from behind, and whirled around with a spin kick only to be countered with a kick of Larxene's own resulting in a stalemate.

    "You're a martial artist too, huh?" Tifa observed. Larxene lashed her arm out, backslashing her kunai across Tifa's voluptuous chest.

    "Shut up and die already!" Larxene snapped. "You know how annoying it is to be the only registered female in an all-male group?" Tifa interrupted her rant with a boot to the head. Undaunted, a Larxene that was fighting Yuffie continued as if nothing happened. "Always having to deal with all the testosterone, everyone stealing your bras so your chest has no support, all the complaining after you threaten to make salsa dip in their carved out carcass whenever they poke your chest to check you're not a guy..."

    "Yeah, well I got news for you, blondie." Yuffie stabbed Larxene in the gut with her giant shuriken, causing the clone to disintegrate back into nothingness. "There are no women in the Organization. Just girly-looking men." Yuffie glanced over at Tifa and winked. "Let's see...multiple enemies that look exactly alike grouped together and disappear in a flash of light after they take a certain amount of damage."

    "Just like old times, huh?" Aerith chimed in, swiping her staff at another Larxene.

    "I don't know. It feels like that Dead Fantasy about me," Tifa muttered. She began concentrating her power into her fist.

    "When did you die?" Yuffie asked. Tifa's fist exploded with energy as she unleashed Final Heaven on a couple of targets. She gave a sideways glance.

    "Don't ask."

    "Wasn't it Aerith who died?" Annoyed slightly, Aerith pounded her staff into the earth.

    "For the last time, it was my twin sister, Aeris!" She was starting to feel frustrated that her attacks kept missing their mark. Unlike Tifa and Yuffie, she wasn't much of a front-line fighter. It was by sheer luck that Larxene's defense-piercing attacks barely missed the neck straps that kept her top up.

    Tifa suddenly sneezed and glanced around. Her eyes focused onto Jack Sparrow who looked to be having a private conversation with Sora's Heartless form. It made her feel slightly disconcerted that they seemed to be talking about her.

    "What's that pirate doing?" The rumors of his lady-playing, pervy-romantic tendencies crept suspiciously into her mind. "He wouldn't..."

    Larxene turned her glare toward Demyx, who decided to stay back all this time and out of the combat zone. "Are you going to stare at these big-breasted bimbos all day or are you going to actually fight?!"

    "Are you crazy?!" Demyx whimpered. "It was one thing fighting against Roxas! And I could handle fighting Kairi..." He took a couple of steps back. "But fighting against Amazon she-males is out of the question!"

    In a flash of light, one of the Larxenes appeared in front of Demyx, grabbed him by the collar and held her kunai under his nose threateningly.

    "If you don't get out there and help me, you're going to find yourself suddenly bald." Demyx shrieked in horror.

    "You wouldn't!" But her icy glare said it all. Demyx let out a defeated sigh. "Oh, alright." Satisfied she got through to him, Larxene let go of Demyx and disappeared in a flash of light. He double-checked his sitar's strings and began strumming. With each note that played, water clones materialized out of the molecules hanging in the air. "Dance, water, dance!"

    Tifa, Aerith and Yuffie backed into each other, completely surrounded by vast numbers of Demyx and Larxene clones. They were cut off from any outside help since everyone else was occupied with their own personal battles. To an observer, this scenario would look oddly familiar...

    "Anyone have any ideas?" Tifa asked. "Or at least some Materia?" Aerith's eyes lit up. She turned to Yuffie.

    "Do you still have that Materia you stole from Cid earlier?" The ninja girl's cheeks began to burn as brightly as Axel's hair.

    "I didn't steal it!" Yuffie lied awkwardly. "I just...held onto it for a moment just like this." Aerith held out her hand and waited patiently. With a guilty look, Yuffie plunged her free hand into her outfit and rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a shiny, red crystal orb. Tifa gasped.

    "You had a Summon Materia all this time?" Tifa couldn't help but be amazed that a relic of their past would be their salvation in their time of need. "Which one is it? Knights of the Round? Bahamut?" Aerith shook her head.

    "I think Cid lost those ones years ago. This is the only Summon he had left." Grasping the Materia between her palms, Aerith closed her eyes and concentrated her inner power to unleash their trump card. "I summon the Deathblow of divine justice! Come to me...Chocobo!" Tifa and Yuffie blankly stared at her.

    "What are you doing?" Tifa asked.

    "What? I thought this situation called for an incantation or something." Yuffie rolled her eyes.

    "Right. Next you're going to be dancing with your staff to send the dead away."

    "I think you're mistaking me for some other brunette in a frilly dress. Now hush, I'm trying to concentrate." Energy seemed to ripple off of Aerith in waves as the red orb in her hand pulsated with light.

    Tifa kept a weary eye on the mass of enemies around them. To her it looked like a moving pile of life-sized living water balloons peppered with the occasional black-cloaked blonde chick.

    "I'm surprised that they're not attacking us yet." It was slightly unnerving to have so many enemies that could easily gang rape the girls, but all the water clones did was swish whimsically on the spot.

    The Larxene that was closest to Demyx growled in frustration. "Will you get your damn clones out of the way?! You know what water does to me!" Indeed, the Larxenes were pulling their limbs closer to their bodies, desperately trying not to pop a single water clone. The Melodious Nocturne couldn't help but sigh.

    Without taking his eyes off his sitar, Demyx said, "First you're telling me to fight and now you're telling me not to?" He chuckled lightly. "I don't know Larxene. You could always use a shower every now and then." Larxene could only stare daggers at him, knowing full well that using any lightning attacks would cause a water popping chain reaction that'd be hazardous to everyone in the vicinity. It wouldn't have been a problem for a fearless woman like Larxene, but she knew the difference between causing pain on others and inflicting pain on herself.

    "When I get my hands on you," Larxene began, "I'm gonna-"


    "What was that?"

    "Kupo!" A headband-wearing, Moogle-ridden Chocobo appeared out of nowhere and began bowling through the hoards of clones with no care for its own personal safety. If it wasn't chaotic before, the hundreds of Demyx clones exploding would cause anyone to panic...

    If you're vulnerable to water, that is.

    Gallons of water gushed everywhere, soaking everyone in the vicinity. A symphony of screams pierced through the air as all but the original Larxene shorted out into electrical ions and Tifa learned the importance of why it's not a good idea to wear all leather clothing.

    "You know..." Tifa squeezed some water out of her top, annoyance etched all over her face. "If I didn't know any better I'd think that you only control water to make girls feel soaking wet."

    Demyx's gloved fingers ended his solo abruptly on a sour note and glanced up from his playing. He flinched at the sight of the dripping wet Chocobo staring curiously at him with its beak inches from his face. The repulsive smell of wet bird feathers filling his nostrils, Demyx let out a tiny girlish shriek and instinctively swung his sitar at the overgrown canary. The bird quickly ducked its neck, causing the Moogle on its back to take the hit instead. The poor creature was sent flying straight into Larxene, her soaked antennae drooping like limp noodles. It landed softly into her chest with a soft floomph.

    Larxene's eyes flashed with extreme anger and annoyance at being personally violated. With extreme prejudice, she punted the tiny Moogle above everyone's heads and over the edge of a cliff. The Chocobo's head snapped up, forgot completely about Demyx and chased after its former passenger. And without another sound, it leaped over the edge as well.

    Aerith narrowed her eyes at Larxene.

    "Okay, that was just cruel and uncalled for." The Nymph tilted her head to one side.

    "They were ticking me off," she huffed. Although she was still damp and powerless, it didn't make her any less dangerous. "But since you're the one who summoned them in the first place, that makes you responsible."

    Before Aerith knew it, Larxene had covered the gap between them and started attacking wildly again as if the past few minutes had never happened. Demyx decided that it would be a bad idea to get any more involved than he already was and took a couple strides back.

    "Larxy can handle this," he said to himself. But Yuffie spotted Demyx and began moving toward him.

    "No backseat fighting!" she yelled. Leaving him with no choice but to fight, Demyx began strumming his sitar again. With each chord, pillars of water erupted from the ground, homing in on the Materia hunter's position.

    "I'm not backseat fighting!" Demyx retorted. To prove his point, he summoned a geyser to propel him into the air and began riding across the field on his water pillars. Yuffie charged with unflinching determination, her weapon at the ready. Before Demyx could even cover 20 feet, Yuffie sliced through all of the water pillars in one smooth swipe, forcing him to the ground with a giant crash. "Ow!" He looked toward Larxene with a pleading look on his face.

    Of course, Larxene couldn't care less about what was happening to her "partner." Even through the berserk fighting style she was currently implementing, she was clear-headed enough to know to aim for any weak points in her opponents. In this case, the combatant who wasn't physically strong enough.

    Aerith swiped and rotated her staff as quickly as she could manage, but the constant speed of her opponent was proving it almost impossible to counter-attack. Tifa ran in to help her friend from being completely overwhelmed, but Larxene was ready for her.

    Although it was a two-on-one fight, Larxene fought with the same intensity and stubbornness that her clones did. She constantly flitted back and forth between Tifa and Aerith. A punch here, a spin kick there...

    It didn't occur to the women that there was a reason for Larxene's overcompensated movements. They found out the hard way when her kunai began to spark faintly at first. But the spark became more definable and stronger until finally Larxene managed to slash Aerith's bare shoulder with her kunai. The flower enthusiast was surprised to find that not only was she bleeding, but her skin was slightly burnt as well.

    "I should thank you for helping me dry off," Larxene chuckled. "But that would mean that I actually respect you." Tifa took another swing at her, but with Larxene's element restored, her attack hit nothing but air. The Nymph suddenly appeared behind Tifa and scored a powerful kick into the center of the poor girl's spine.

    As Tifa clenched at her back and attempted to will the pain away, Larxene turned her attention back to Aerith. "You know what I like most about your weapon?" With a toothy grin that would've competed with the Cheshire Cat's, she snapped her fingers. A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky and struck Aerith's staff. "It makes a great lightning rod." Aerith couldn't help but let out screams of agony as painful electricity rushed through her body. The sight of seeing her enemies suffer by her hand instantly put Larxene in a good mood and she let out squeals of delight as Aerith collapsed to her knees.

    "Aerith!" Yuffie abandoned the pouting Demyx and rushed over in an attempt to save her friends. Her boots padded against the damp earth as she got her shuriken ready. Larxene never turned her head as Yuffie swung her weapon across, only to be slicing through nothing but electrical trails as the Nymph disappeared in a flash of lightning.

    Yuffie stayed rooted to the spot, bracing herself for a surprise attack. She looked toward Tifa, who was just starting to get back to her feet.

    "Tifa! Are you two okay?"

    "Nothing that I haven't felt before," Tifa assured Yuffie. "I don't know about Aerith, though." The martial artist made her way toward the collapsed Aerith, the leather fabric shifting uncomfortably against her body. "Yuffie, I-" She froze. "Look out!" The words barely escaped her lips when a bolt of lightning came rocketing through the sky and blasted Yuffie dead center. Sparks of electricity tore through her entire body and the ninja girl spasmed sporadically before she collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

    Familiar sadistic laughter tinkled through the air as Larxene reappeared, landing next to Yuffie's head. She crouched down and giggled as she stared down at her fallen opponent. "That's what you get for playing in my element, hentai girl." She caressed a kunai against Yuffie's cheek. "I'd almost feel bad if I weren't known as a sadistic, beautiful, sensuous..."

    Yuffie's eyes snapped open. "And to think I'm supposed to be the immature one." Taking advantage of Larxene's astonishment, Yuffie spun her back against the dirt and whirlwind-kicked the blonde across the jaw. Larxene staggered back trying to recover from her shock. To her surprise, Yuffie was able to flip back to her feet and stand without a single burn on her body.

    "What?! That's not poss-" She stopped in mid-sentence as Yuffie held up her wrist, showing off a jewel-encrusted bangle.

    "Elemental and Lightning Materia. I don't even feel it." Larxene's eyes sparked dangerously as she realized that the elemental power that she relied on so much wasn't going to be enough to take down the Materia Hunter.

    "You're REALLY getting on my nerves!" She crossed her arms and summoned two clones on each side of her, bringing the total of opponents up to six...

    ...if Demyx hadn't decided to sneak away through the confusion.

    "Forget this! I'm going to go see if Zexy needs help!" Before Larxene could stop him, he summoned a water pillar and surfed his way out of range. Knowing a lost cause, she gave up on her reluctant partner and decided to finish the job herself.

    "Fine then! I don't need anyone else anyway!" Each Larxene had a menacing grin plastered on their face. "This just means I get to kill you the old-fashioned way!" Yuffie glanced over at her friends.

    "Tifa?" She was relieved when Tifa gave her a thumbs-up.

    "She's unconscious, but alive." The black-leathered brunette took up Aerith's body and set it aside. Taking a stand next to Yuffie, she raised her semi-clenched fists and got into her battle stance.

    Yuffie sighed. "So much for this fight being easy."
  7. Pasyn Traverse Town Homebody

    Apr 19, 2008
    Probably waiting for DF's updates.
    Very nice DF, the wait definately paid off. Liked the breaking the third wall as always added some humour. Good choice on the chocobo materia as well.
  8. P E A N U T ~*~Never Surrender~*~

    Apr 25, 2008
    It was such a plesant surprise seeing a new chapter here! Your righting hasn't worsened since the last update, that's for sure. Your use of humor and action was excelent as was the excitement. You don't drag things on longer than necessary but you also don't cut them short. Excelent job; I hope you update again relatively soon! =)
  9. Amber PLUR

    Sep 5, 2007
    Yay! x3

    I was actually looking forward to coming home and reading the updates. But, being the overly critical person you know I am, I'll first point out two things:

    Last time I checked, chakrams wasn't possesive.

    Guessing you meant replied.

    I also remember spotting a comma error somewhere, but I can't remember where. I'll point it out later if I ever spot it again. As for an actual comment...

    I know you showed me this part before, but I was still rolling on the bed laughing. (Now I have a skittles craving. Hmm...)
  10. lolermee Traverse Town Homebody

    Great humor and action in this chapter.
    Good job on linkin the first and second part together with the tifa jack part.
    Yeah, there's a chocobo in the chapter.

    Can't wait for the next part DF, keep it up.:noworries:
  11. Loxare Hollow Bastion Committee

    Feb 6, 2009
    Flower Field
    i get blown away every time by the quality of your work. its amazing! its funny, deep, has all the action a crazy kh fan needs and wants and leaves the reader wanting more. that said....... i want more. ok.
  12. Firekeyblade Hollow Bastion Committee

    May 26, 2007
    As always, it takes me such a long time to read through, but I enjoy every second of it. Love the humor and how it just...flows so naturally.
  13. kairiheartprincess Traverse Town Homebody

    Apr 7, 2008
    Destiny Islands
    I absolutely love this story! I can't wait to see where it turns next, and its so inspiring! I've been basing a lot of my drawings recently off of this fiction X3
  14. Clear_so_you_can't_See Traverse Town Homebody

    Dec 15, 2009
    In A Dream
    I am not all caught up yet, but this is the first fan fiction I have ever read and so far I think the writing quality is excelent! You character voices are AMAZING, you give each character his or her own distict personality. If all fan fiction is as good as this I will definatly read more ! :ninja:
  15. 9Kairi9hearts Twilight Town Denizen

    Mar 18, 2010
    in my own head, running from my lies.
    You have a great Writing style, I love your story, it is one of the few that are actualy entertaining to me, + I love Kairi/Namine fiction so, this is like the perfect story for me to read. I can't wait to see what comes next, but please don't rush it. :luv:
  16. austi234 Moogle Assistant

    Apr 3, 2010
    Traverse Town
    Keep going

    THIS STORY ROCKS! You need to keep this going! don't leave us wondering what'll happen next. This is the best one i've read. And I am positive, i'm not the only one. So come on DF, keep going with this story!
  17. Loxare Hollow Bastion Committee

    Feb 6, 2009
    Flower Field
    hey DF. i dont mean to rush you or anything, but its been 6 months since the last post. please dont stop writing.
  18. Nova We left a scar size extra-large.

    Jul 11, 2008
    *Somewhere In The Stratosphere ♥


    And if you did, can you tell us so that we don't keep bugging you about it?
  19. Korra my other car is a polar bear dog

    Nov 19, 2006
    Republic City
    Hate to say this guys, but I think he left the site, or at least isn't going to be posting anymore.
  20. Nova We left a scar size extra-large.

    Jul 11, 2008
    *Somewhere In The Stratosphere ♥
    Alright. Thanks for letting us know :]