Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Unfulfilled Prophecy ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

 

Morgana Maeve

 

I want Kingdom Hearts 2 Final Mix+. I want it, and I want it now, and as soon as it's available in Japan, I'm going to be stalking E-bay until I muscle a copy of it for myself. And then you won't be seeing another chapter for at least two years, depending on how long it takes me beat the game.

 

Moving on, the new extended trailer (which I haven't seen yet, but I have seen a picture from it) for Kingdom Hearts 3/Kingdom Hearts Keyblade Wars has completely destroyed everything this fic is based on, so now I'm torn between wanting to finish this, or simply pulling it off the `net completely. I mean, you get to see half of the soldier guy's face! And naturally, Square Enix gave him the generic blue eye, so he's like an older Sora. But not, since Nomura stated that the three soldier people aren't characters that have appeared before. I showed a picture of him to my friend, and he said it's probably Sora's father, which threw me for a loop considering I always thought Sora was congealed from pond water…

 

If you want the picture, E-mail me, and I'll send it to you as an attachment.

 

Disclaimer - I own Xenos and his hazel eyes, Hotaru, Winter, and any other OC `s that pop up. Tetsuya Nomura and Disney own Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories, and Kingdom Hearts 2, along with the plans for Kingdom Hearts 3, which will be released in about ten years. Yay.

 

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“What should we do? I feel bad for her.”

 

“She overreacted. Leave her be.”

 

“You're horrible, Hotaru!”

 

“No, she's got a point. It's not that big of a deal that their so-called `demigod' turned out to be Xehanort. Hell, I doubt she even knows who Xehanort is!”

 

“…Are you done being completely unfeeling?”

 

“Yes, yes I am.”

 

“Good. Go away before I kill you.”

 

“You plan to console her?”

 

“Don't sound so amused, Hotaru, and yes, I do.”

 

“Call us when you need damage control!”

 

“Goodbye, Xenos!”

 

Kallisto listened to the trio of bickering voices, knees pulled to her chest, watching the three sets of shadows dance across the wall through red eyes. Two pairs of shadowy legs departed, “Hotaru and Xenos,” Kallisto thought, and the remaining pair shifted slightly, as if the owner was unsure of what to do next. Gradually, the shadow ceased to be long, and morphed into a short squat blob, and Kallisto turned her head slightly to see Winter kneeling in the opening between the stairs and the floor, head titled to one side, studying Kallisto quietly. Kallisto turned away.

 

“What?” she asked, sullenly, hugging her knees tighter to her chest. “Go away,” she added, mentally.

 

“Are you going to be okay?” Winter asked her, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling closer to her.

 

Kallisto averted the question with, “How did you find me? Nobody ever looks under stairs; it's too obvious.”

 

“Whenever I get upset, I hide too,” Winter answered. “But then Xenos always finds me and makes things worse, so I forget what I'm upset about.” Kallisto snorted.

 

“You're flighty,” she said, slanting her gaze to the girl in the opening. Winter's eyes narrowed slightly, and she breathed deep, her answer to Kallisto's jab coming out in a sigh.

 

“And you're childish.” Kallisto sat up straighter, stretching out her legs and looked towards Winter. Winter's face, usually so open and easy to read was uncharacteristically stoic and expressionless, her eyes levelly holding Kallisto's heated gaze. “Running from your problems like that.” Even her voice was cold.

 

After a moment of amazed silence, Kallisto ventured forth, asking suspiciously, “Are you trying to imitate Hotaru?” Winter tried to maintain her former demeanor, she really did, but the half-incredulous, half-confused look Kallisto had fixed on her was simply too funny not to laugh at, and try as she might, Winter could not save herself from a barrage of sputtering laughter. Overcome, she nodded, and Kallisto, after a moment's hesitation, joined her. “You and your friends are such strange people,” Kallisto told her, running her fingers through her hair, trying unsuccessfully to set it back into its proper position.

 

“Well, we have to be,” Winter answered, and when Kallisto looked at her expectantly for an answer, she said, “No, you don't want to know.”

 

“You're hiding something,” Kallisto thought, but before she could push further, Winter interrupted her.

 

“So, are you feeling better now? Ready to come out from underneath the stairs?” Kallisto nodded and followed her out of the cramped space.

 

“Xenos was right, I did overreact,” she said, holding up a hand when Winter opened her mouth. “Don't tell me I didn't, because I know I did. Besides, I don't want to argue anymore and I still have to give you three your new armor.”

 

“Did someone say new armor?” Both girls jumped and whirled around to the source of the questioning voice, and sure enough, there was Xenos, peeking around the corner of the wall, his usual cheeky grin spread across his face, Hotaru with him as well, watching impassively. “I'd like new armor.”

 

“But we didn't ask for new armor,” Hotaru interjected coolly, rising and making her way over to Kallisto. “Winter merely asked if you could fix our old armor. New armor was never mentioned.” Despite herself, Kallisto's mouth went dry, and she gaped at the silver-haired woman who regarded her carefully with her burnt-orange stare. Winter looked worriedly from Hotaru to Kallisto and then to Xenos, who grinned boarder and shrugged, obviously enjoying himself.

 

“Well, you see…” Kallisto started out. “Your armor is fairly ancient, and…” Why was she so afraid of her? No, it wasn't fear; it was more…this Hotaru, whoever she was, was almost regal. Yes, that's what it was. She was commanding, self-contained. Kallisto took a deep breath and took the plunge. “And, I dropped Xenos's, and it broke, and since they're so ancient, I couldn't fix it, so I made you all new armor,” she said, all in one breath.

 

“Oh,” Hotaru said, lifting her shoulder. “Is that all?” Was that a smirk Kallisto detected playing on Hotaru's lips?

 

“She's toying with me!” Kallisto realized, outraged. Hotaru, as if sensing her thoughts, laughed softly, and turned away. Kallisto's jaw dropped.

 

“Kallisto,” Winter whispered, hoping to sound placating, and Xenos, having finally decided to stop being amused at Kallisto's expense, stretched to full height and sauntered over, fully intent on making this as uncomfortable as he could for everybody, but before he could say anything, something tickled in the back of his mind, and he stopped, all playfulness gone.

 

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his hazel eyes glancing from left to right, trying to find the source of that niggling feeling of uncertainty, that little siren that was softly screaming in his ear that something was very wrong.

 

“Vibrations,” Hotaru said, her eye glowing slightly, and Kallisto gasped and jumped back. But yes, now she could feel them too, the little tremors that tickled her feet and worked their way up through her legs and settled in her stomach. And then the numbness counteracted with the unsettling vibrations, and the two battled for dominance while Kallisto froze.

 

“I don't feel anything,” Winter snapped, folding her arms over her chest.

 

“Shut up,” Xenos barked, unintentionally stinging her by the way she drooped and lowered her eyes to the floor. The unsettling feeling, at first so evanescent, was becoming stronger, more tangible, buzzing throughout his body.

 

“It's the Serpiente del Infierno,” Kallisto whispered, the old Cazador words spilling from her mouth in panic. “The Hell Serpent.”

 

“What Hell Serpent?” Hotaru asked, but before Kallisto could answer, the silent tremors increased into a roaring wave, tearing through the corridor, lifting Hotaru, Xenos, and Winter off the ground and throwing them where it pleased, and they landed hard on the stone floor, bruised and bloodied. Only Kallisto remained unscathed, anticipating the shockwave and jumping to avoid it.

 

Hotaru stood without a sound, holding her injured elbow in one hand, gasping for breath, winded from the fall. Both Xenos and Winter groaned as they rose, Winter's lip cut and bleeding heavily, and Xenos limping, an ugly bruise spreading across his knee under his clothes. The three looked at Kallisto, and without conveying words, they rushed down the hallway and out into the blazing sun.

 

It was like an endless maze of stone buildings. Xenos lost sense of his direction as pain blossomed in his knee and as he struggled to keep up with Kallisto as she led them through stone block after stone block.

 

“Just where is this damned thing!” he yelled to no one in particular, but Kallisto answered him anyway.

 

“On the outskirts of the city!” she cried breathlessly behind her shoulder. “The guards never let it get that far!”

 

“You mean this is a daily thing?” Winter yelled, her voice somewhat muffled by her hand, trying to stop the bleeding from her split lip.

 

“Not daily, but it happens enough for us to have learned!”

 

“And you don't kill it?” Hotaru, the only calm one it seemed, asked.

 

“You can't kill it!”

 

They had reached the edge of the city, and though Kallisto kept running, Winter stopped short, and Xenos nearly plowed into her from behind as he too stared up at the Serpiente del Infierno.

 

Monstrous. That was the only way to describe it. Monstrous. So monstrous, that it made the Iwahara Honoo seem like a plaything.

 

Long and snaky, the Serpiente del Infierno towered over them, even from the distance, and the bright sunlight glinted over sharp fangs, the size of sabers. Already, several guards were battling with it, archers and swordsmen fighting with whatever was available to them, but the serpent was too powerful, and it beat the ground with its tail, tossing a few unsuspecting fighters in the air and back down with a sickening thud. Winter, Xenos, and Hotaru, already having learned their lesson, jumped, and this time they could clearly see the path of the shockwave beneath them.

 

“I think we're in way over our heads,” Winter murmured, taking a step back.

 

“We have to help,” Xenos said stubbornly, already limping towards the battle.

 

“Is he insane?” Hotaru looked at her, tiredly.

 

“Do you really have to ask?” she said, running after him. Winter stood there for a moment, sighed, and then followed after the two, her steps heavy with resignation.

 

“Get out of here!” Kallisto spoke sharply as she found Xenos suddenly standing next to her. She tried to shove him away, but he firmly held his ground, and as the two girls came running up, she gave in. “Fine, but don't get in the way!”

 

“You know,” Hotaru said slyly, looking at her dryly. “This would be a really good time to test out that new armor of yours.” Kallisto went red in embarrassment. Of course! How could she be so stupid!

 

“Stay here, I'll be right back!” she yelled, and began to stride back toward the city.

 

“Wait!” Kallisto stopped short at the sound of panic in Xenos's voice, and from the corner of her eye, she could see the gaping maw of the Serpiente del Infierno coming closer, closer, closer.

 

Time froze, and Kallisto counted the seconds.

 

“Please don't let it hurt,” she thought.

 

And then there was a great snapping sound, and she was being carried through the air. She did not know death, but she was fairly sure death did not include flying through the air. She opened her eyes.

 

The Serpiente del Infierno was feet behind her, its head burrowed in the ground, its tail lashing out furiously behind it as it struggled to free itself from the packed sand.

 

And she realized that she was being carried by Xenos, who had taken a running leap to save her, despite the now burning sensation in his knee that was sending thrills of pain throughout his leg.

 

“You can be really stupid sometimes, you know,” he told her, trying to grin through his grimace. She felt herself flushing again, but this time, it wasn't from embarrassment. Settling herself uncomfortably against his chest, she tried to relax as they landed, and Hotaru and Winter, both of whom were following Xenos's small flight from ground level, caught up with him.

 

“What are we doing?” Winter asked him, panting heavily, her lip still bleeding slightly.

 

“We're going to fight it,” Xenos answered, his attention on the Serpiente del Infierno. The latter had managed to free itself from its sandy confinement, and was slowly winding its way towards the four, its disturbingly keen eyes always on them, and its tongue flicking in and out of its mouth.

 

“We're at a disadvantage,” Hotaru reminded him, she too watching the serpent. “But I'm guessing it doesn't matter much to you.” Xenos quirked a smile at her, and she rolled her eyes, but stepped up next to him, Winter following suite and standing at his other side, the three of them forming a line in front of the Hell Serpent.

 

Kallisto hung back, and had the feeling she was witnessing something more than just simple teamwork. It was as if they all shared one body and mind, and drew strength from each other. She blinked, and the three had crouched, and weapons she had only heard legends about had been drawn, their metallic surfaces shimmering in the sun.

 

“Keyblade Masters,” she breathed, her eyes wide.

 

“Keyblade Warriors,” Winter corrected her. “Not Masters, not yet.” And then the three were gone, darting towards the Serpiente del Infierno with Xenos in the lead.

 

“Cursed,” Kallisto whispered.

 

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They had been fighting far too long, and the beating sun had already made them tire faster than wonted. The Serpiente del Infierno was immensely strong, and even though one of its saber-like teeth had been broken by Hotaru's Psychic Blast combined with Xenos's Demonic Current, it showed no signs of pain or weariness.

 

Winter broke into a dash again, breathing heavily and sweating, throwing her Keyblade at the monster, but it read her movements and used its tail to beat the Keyblade back towards her. She flipped backwards, and jolting pain shot up her arm from her wrist, and she collapsed, crashing to the ground in defeat, her Keyblade landing next to her. Xenos materialized seemingly from nowhere and struck at the thing's tail with all his strength, but all that accomplished was a ringing metallic clang, and his arms shook with the resounding wave. Hotaru was could not be seen.

 

Winter ached all over, new bruises forming every minute, and she was tired, too tired to stay awake, too tired to care anymore. She closed her eyes, and fatigue washed through her, a spasm tore through her leg, but she didn't even feel it anymore…But what was that above her? Boots? Not Hotaru's boots, and she could hear Xenos yelling obscenities at the serpent, so it couldn't be his boots, so whose boots were they. If only she weren't so tired, then she would be able to sit up and see who owned the boots. Someone said something she didn't quite catch, and then a yell of, “Fire!”

 

If he could just jam his Keyblade in the damned thing's mouth, then it might stop for minute. Xenos cursed angrily, and though his leg felt as if it were on fire, he gritted his teeth against it, and leapt again, aiming for the Serpiente del Infierno's wide mouth.

 

Pain exploded in his arm, and he looked over to see a lance protruding from the crook of his elbow into the air. He stared at it stupidly, landing somewhere on the ground, and he poked it, the movement wracking his arm in pain. He looked over to his other side, where Winter lay in total defeat, and could see a line of soldiers, their arms poised over their heads as if they had just thrown something, and one of them had his hand over his mouth, his eyes locked with Xenos's. He looked at the lance again.

 

“Does my arm look like some kind of big snaky thing to you!” he yelled, brandishing his Keyblade in his good arm. “Demonic Current!” The soldiers scattered. “Idiots,” he mumbled, gripping the lance in his hand and pulling it out in one quick motion. He hissed in pain.

 

“Don't pull that out!” Hotaru suddenly yelled, running past him. “It keeps the blood in!” He looked at his arm again and blanched. Blood poured out of the wound, soaking his clothes and saturating the ground.

 

Oh. This wasn't good.

 

She'd had enough. The Serpiente del Infierno was annoying her, and though a lot of things annoyed her, the Serpiente de Infierno was really annoying, and it needed to die. It needed to die very soon, and Hotaru would be damned if she wasn't the one to kill it. Winter was as good as dead, nearly unconscious on the ground somewhere behind her, and Xenos was losing blood like mad, and his leg would probably be torn beyond repair if he kept fighting the way he did.

 

Tension gathered behind her eyes, and she knew they were glowing, but there wasn't much she could do to stop that, and besides, who cared anymore? Certainly not she, now that there was no point. That monstrosity was too powerful for them, and even if they had the armor, it wouldn't have helped. They had been defeated, and that was that, there was no denying it, no matter how much Xenos fought against the pain, and no matter how much Winter tried to stand up, only flop back down to the ground, her legs unable to support her weight anymore.

 

“So this is it, isn't it,” she thought, smiling ruefully. “We all die by being eaten by an overgrown Chaser.” Ironic that she was thinking so fatalistically, and yet, something inside her rebelled against dying. But really, there was nothing left to do, except wait for the Hell Serpent to reach her; it was almost there, all it had to do was come a little closer, and she would be in its mouth. There, see! She was looking inside the mouth of death, its unhinged jaws impossibly big, and all she could see endless was blackness.

 

And then she remembered Riku and the everlasting darkness that had swallowed him without pity, and oh! She didn't want to die!

 

She couldn't remember exactly what had happened next, but the tension behind her eyes grew to such a splitting pain, she needed to release it, and she was burning up, fire was consuming her.

 

The blackness was reaching out to her, calling her.

 

She lifted her Keyblade, and pointed it at that darkness, and turned the dark to light. Fire flew from her Keyblade, leaving her to consume the Serpiente del Infierno, and all she knew was that the unbearable heat was leaving her, and she felt wonderfully cool, oblivious to the shrieking thing in front of her, burning flames running down its body, oblivious to the yelling warriors behind her and Xenos's calls for her to stop, stop, the thing was already dead!

 

But she couldn't stop because it felt so nice.

 

But she had to, because there was nothing left for the fire to consume except the blackened and crispy corpse of the Hell Serpent, and so she lowered her Keyblade, and the glazed look left her eyes, and as soon as she recovered all her senses, she recoiled in horror, for she knew what she had done.

 

Magic.

 

She had crossed the line, she had used Magic, and now that she had used it once, it would always be there, that uncontrollable urge to release the that power and feel blissfully cold. Healing was one thing, that helped, but using magic to kill…She truly was damned.

 

No, stop thinking like that.

 

Xenos was walking towards her, carrying Winter in his arms. She needed to be strong.

 

“What was that?” he asked, his face drawn from pain as well as some other emotion she couldn't place. Fear? Anger? Confusion? A mix of all three?

 

“Xenos,” Winter whispered weakly. “Put me down. Your arm.” He sighed impatiently, ignoring the steady flow of blood down his arm and the paleness of his face.

 

“Well?” he demanded.

 

“It was nothing,” Hotaru answered coolly. Do not let him know! She pointed to her eye. “Thank my father.” She stuck out her chin and dared him to ask anymore. He almost did, but then his pain roared through his body, and he collapsed, dropping Winter to the ground, and he lay there, unconscious.

 

From far away, Kallisto watched, and when Hotaru looked up at her, she froze, but, swallowing the lump in her throat, she moved towards her to help.

 

None of the others there moved.

 

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“…Hotaru?”

 

“What?”

 

“It's about Xenos.”

 

“Xenos is fine.” With that, Hotaru purposely strode forward, and Winter wrung her hands together, following the length of rope that reached from Hotaru's hand to a little ways back from her, ending in a secure loop around Xenos's ankle. A thin film of dust covered him and the three packages Hotaru had piled on top of his chest for carrying purposes.

 

“Are you sure you should be dragging him like that?” Winter asked, hopping from foot to foot in her agitation.

 

“If he's stupid enough to pull a lance out of his arm, he's stupid enough to be dragged across the desert,” Hotaru answered curtly, but Winter still glanced back at him in pity. “Oh, stop that!” But she really didn't want Winter to stop talking, because if Winter wasn't there to distract her, she would think about Magic, and then she might break down, so she needed Winter's incessant chatter to keep her grounded.

 

Whoever would have thought she would need to lean on Winter?

 

“But, Hotaru!” Winter was whining. “What if you reopen his wounds?”

 

“I highly doubt that will happen, since I healed him. He's merely recovering from blood loss.”

 

“Hey, Hotaru?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Are you sure you healed him properly?”

 

“Yes.” Good, she was feeling annoyed.

 

“Hotaru?”

 

“What!” she snapped, whirling around, the rope snapping against her leg.

 

“What's that on Xenos's chest?” Winter asked, pointing to the new addition to the packages. Hotaru stopped, confused for a minute.

 

“I think it's a Chaser,” she said at length, watching the thing suspiciously as it hopped off of Xenos and waddled over to them.

 

Whatever it was, it was small, and seemed relatively harmless, with long ears and a furry body, and with large black eyes, it looked up at Winter, and she was instantly smitten.

 

“Look at it! It's so cute!” she squealed, bending over and picking it up. The Chaser, if that was what it was, didn't seem to mind too much, and its bottom half wiggled in what could have been pleasure.

 

“Winter, I think you should put that down,” Hotaru warned, but Winter was too busy cooing over the furry thing to pay her any attention.

 

“You're so adorable!” she said, holding the furry Chaser out in front of her. “What kind of Chaser are you?”

 

“Why are you talking to that thing?”

 

The Chaser almost seemed to grin at Winter, and Winter cooed even more over it, but then the thing convulsed and flipped itself over, the bottom half grinning psychotically at her, pointed teeth hanging over its bottom lip, cackling. Winter shrieked and dropped it, but it scurried back over to her and bit down on her shoe. She screamed again, and this time, Hotaru intervened, sending it flying with a well-aimed kick.

 

“I told you not to touch it,” she said imperiously, but before Winter could retort, the cackling came back, this time louder, and both girls turned around in time to see an oncoming mass of evilly cackling furry Chasers racing towards them.

 

Both girls blanched.

 

“They're gonna bury Xenos!” Winter yelped, and Hotaru broke into a run, Xenos skimming the ground just at the cusp of the tidal wave of Chasers. One jumped on his face, and he woke up long enough to yell, “There's an ass on my face!” and throw it away.

 

Even though Hotaru and Winter were both very fast runners, the Chasers were gaining on them, and when they both looked back, they were shocked and dismayed to see more and more Chasers behind them, ranging from Spiralers to Scorpioniadas to Chasers Hotaru had never even seen before. And all of them were stampeding right behind them, and the Chasers were gaining on the two girls very quickly.

 

“I think we're in trouble,” Winter said, biting her lip. Hotaru nodded in agreement, dragging Xenos closer to them.

 

And then the sky opened up, and everything was sucked up into the black hole there. The nearest Chasers went first, and with no matter to their sizes, they were all lifted up, the ones with limbs and paws striking at the air, the ones that could make noise screaming and bellowing. Rocks and sand followed them, swirling up into the vortex that appeared from nowhere. Hotaru and Winter watched, slack jawed, and almost didn't notice when Hotaru let go of the rope and Xenos began to float up to the vortex as well.

 

It was Winter who noticed him first, and she did the one thing that came to mind. She shrieked and seized the rope, but she was slight, and soon she was floating up with him and the Chasers. She screamed for Hotaru, and Hotaru, who had been watching all this in sheer amazement, snapped out of her daze, and grasped onto Winter's leg with one hand, and grabbed the nearest rock with the other. It felt as if she were being split in two, but the drive to save her friends was strong, and it lent her strength to keep her hold.

 

It was during this time that Xenos woke up. In his dream, he had felt the oddest sensation that he was suspended in air, with something sucking him up on one side and something holding him down on the other. Curiosity drove him to shake off the dream, and he forced himself awake, only to find that he was not, in fact, dreaming, but that Winter had somehow situated herself around his waist, and that there was a giant swirling black hole in the sky that was sucking up everything not firmly secured to the ground.

 

In short, it was not a pleasant way to wake up.

 

“Help me!” he yelled, looking from the vortex to Winter and then to Hotaru, who was struggling to hold on to the tip of a spire, and that tip looked as if it were about to break at any moment… “I am not in my happy place!”

 

“Shut up!” roared Winter, angry in her panic, and nervous about being bombarded by the Chasers that were rising precariously around them. “None of us are in our damned happy places, it's not just you!”

 

The tip of the spire broke off, and the three were sent spiraling up to the vortex. It loomed, all black with streaks of purple through it, and they all screamed, but then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone, and then they were falling down, down, down to the ground with the Chasers, and everybody hit the sand with a loud thud.

 

“What is this bony thing I've landed on?” Xenos asked, on his back, bent in the most uncomfortable position he could think of. “Could it be perhaps a Spiraler?”

 

“Get off me!” Winter yelled, trying to kick him, but he was on top of her, and he caught her legs easily. “You're so stupid!”

 

“The two of you! Grow up!” Hotaru yelled from someplace to their left. Her hair was disheveled, sticking up all over the place, and she had sand in her clothes, and she was very displeased with the whole situation. “What was that all about?!”

 

“A giant swirling whirlpool of doom!” Xenos volunteered. Winter smacked him. Hard.

 

“But more importantly,” Hotaru continued, as if Xenos had never answered her question, and Winter had never hit him in the face. “Where did it come from and why?”

 

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So, what was it and where did it come from? I know, but do you? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out more!

 

And yes, I did change my pen name, so no BS about me plagiarizing. Yami396/Yami 396/Yami-396 and Morgana Maeve are one and the same. Don't report me.

 

Ack, it's 2:00 AM! I need sleep! But I can't sleep, because I was watching previews for The Grudge 2, and now I think Kayako is going to kill me! Wait, I'll just do my `little girl from The Ring' impression and confuse her! Victory is mine!

 

Sorry, lack of sleep makes me giddy. But, um, yeah, you can only see the pen name change on Fanfiction.net. Mediaminer is an ass and won't let me change it. Do you hear that Mediaminer? My heart belongs to Fanfiction.net now! But wait, I get most of reviews for this fic at Mediaminer, so…Mediaminer has my heart for this fic, but the rest of them go to Fanfiction.net! NYAH!

 

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R&R!