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KH: RftS's Day 2- Part 3

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Isa found them quickly afterwards, his face beaming joyously. He ran up to them eagerly, showing the duo a total of four, burlap bags, each fat with coins from different people. He gave two of them to Lea, who hefted and tested their weight experimentally. He was satisfied, and let his palm tighten around the feel of nice solid munny. Both boys were grinning at each other with ecstatic faces.

They didn't need words to describe such happiness and they let it soak in for a few, Isa tossing the precious bag in one hand while looking at the dusk-brushed sky. As he did this, he looked at Miya studiously from the corner of his eye, his mouth forming the question aloud, "Hey, do you need to be getting back to your parents soon?"

Lea looked at her too and apologized, "Sorry, we're not used to the idea of 'curfew' so if you got one  and you need to be somewhere "  


Miya gave a slow nod. "Uhm... yeah," she said answering Isa question.

Standing up she brushed the skirt of her dress off and gave a light shrug "I dunno if I have a curfew... not quite sure what that is anyways." she said puzzled.

"Uhm... Well, a curfew is a time you have to be somewhere before one gets in trouble... or at least that's what some of the kids at school say. If they're late for their curfew their parent's ground them." Lea said rubbing his neck and taking her hand.

"So where are your mom and dad? Isa and I will escort you home." He said with a cheery grin.

Miya walked with the two out of the stands, and headed toward Fountain Square, were she informed them she had left her father. As they passed the park Miya watched the families, looking at them with a puzzled expression. For the first time Miya noticed that some children had two parents instead of one. And she was puzzled that they had more than just a father.

She wondered why they had a woman with them... was that what Lea had called a 'mom'?

Isa trailed on the other side of Miya, his mouth pursed as his turquoise eyes examined Lea from a glance. With a huff, he rolled his eyes and lolled his head to the opposite direction on the others. Lea's kindness was going to kill him one day; Isa swore it under his breath. The kid just had a knack for helping and Isa worried that someone would take advantage of that someday.

They ducked under the arms and legs of the taller pedestrians, nearly crashing into rolling stands of goodies and treats. As much as both boys wanted to stop and get some with their new munny, they resisted and refocused on getting Miya back to her family.

The town square suddenly became visible from between the gaps of buildings and arches. By the time they got there, it was night and the colorful lamps were what illuminated the rainbow pavement. The splashes of color reflected and bounced off of the fountains, their water droplets lit like mini disco balls.

Isa sidled up close to his group, leaning over to say to Miya, "Do you see your mom or dad anywhere?"  


Miya breathed in deeply as she took in the warm, evening spring air and the lovely lights that were cast all over the place by the lanterns. Her tired little eyes glowed at the sight. After sufficiently taking in the lovely view Miya turned her attention to looking for her father.

She smiled when she saw both the figures of her father, and of Braig sitting on the edge of Fountain Square's main center fountain.

"PAPA!"

Miya jumped on her feet, waved her hand and then ran towards her father. As soon as she reached him she threw her arms around his legs and hugged him.

"WHOA! Miya! Hello, my dear!I was beginning to wonder where you were, and I was starting to worry," Ansem said picking her up and setting her in his lap.

"I'm sorry, Papa, but I've had-" she stopped mid-sentence and yawned "-such an exciting evening! I've made some friends, Papa!" Miya turned and looked at the two boys. "Papa, meet my friends Lea and Isa."

The two boys stared wide eyed at the tall man which Miya had embraced. Their mouths swung out on rusty hinges. They mouthed like fish, unable to speak. It took a while, but eventually, Isa was able to squeak, "K-King A-Ansem!"

They fell on their hands and knees, begging for mercy and other nonsense. After a bit, Lea poked his head up slightly and stared at Miya, his eyes still large and round. "Your dad is the king!?"

"You never told us that!" Isa joined in with a hiss, giving her a withering glare. "At the least you should've given us a warning!"

For the whole time they had been worshiping their king, all had been silent, save for the festivities surrounding them. Then, slowly, a soft chuckle began to vibrate through the air, crescendo-ing from that to wild laughter. The boys looked over to see the dark-haired man sitting on the fountain slapping his knee and busting a gut. He nearly had tears coming out of his eyes.

"Ha, ha- I'm sorry, but I just can't- ha, ha, ha-oh, these two are just so funny!" the man tried to stifle his laughter, but when he saw that it was impossible, he only laughed more.


Miya blinked at the boys, obviously confused by the current situation and not understanding it at all. She looked between her father, Braig, and the two boys with confused, amber eyes. "Uhh... is it a big deal?" she asked quietly.

She turned and looked up at her father. "Papa, is it important that you're the King? And what's a King anyways?"

Ansem looked uncomfortable, with the boys on the ground looking like fools, Braig laughing hysterically, and Miya asking the question's he'd never really had intended to tell her. He supposed that he should've seen this day coming when she'd find out, but he'd hoped it would have been later than sooner. Having this knowledge of him being the King and thus making her the Princess... well he thought she'd feel alienated from other kids and never feel normal because of the titles.

But it's not like he could get out of it now.

"Well a king is a protector, and basically you could say is like a father to a large populated area. I'm the King of Radiant Garden's, dear. It is a bit important, but perhaps you should wait till you're a bit older to understand what it all really means." He explained, trying to shorten this explanation as much as possible and make her forget her question.

Miya sat there looking more confused than ever.

"I still don't understand, Papa..." she said with a distressed tone. "You're not any different from anyone else right?"

Ansem shrugged. "Well... I am a little bit... but not much. My job is just to watch out for all of Radiant Gardens as is my job and great pleasure to raise you." He said patting the top of her violet head.

  "So... then why are Lea and Isa acting like they're having seizure?" Miya said looking over at them concerned.

With reverence and awe still in their eyes the boys gaped at her. Isa pointed up to Ansem. "He's the king! He governs the fate of our future!"

Lea nodded and continued for Isa, "Yeah, and he invents stuff for us to make our lives easier and, and " He drew his short brows together trying to think of something else that made Ansem so important. He shook his head vigorously. "He's the highest point on the pyramid of social class "

The two boys eyes dimmed slightly as their heads drooped in shame. "And we're on the lowest." It was Isa who said it, and his voice croaked as he did.

Braig's laughter had died down into what looked like him biting his lip so he wouldn't burst out again.


Miya still looked utterly confused, and it was all over her face. From the "O" shape of her mouth, to her eyes wide and puzzled. "Uhm... social pyramid?" she asked looking up at her father.

Ansem sighed and pulled Miya up onto his lap. "Oh Miya, don't worry about it, you'll understand when you're older."

"But Papa, I want to understand now! I feel, well, very clueless and... well..." she looked at Lea and Isa. "I want to understand what my friends are saying."

Ansem sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "Alright, Miya, let me see... It's true that as King, which also makes you a princess, we are well, over everyone in Radiant Garden's. Braig is somewhere in the middle I would suspect... and these two boys..." he looked down at the two. "Need a bit of a reality check for one... but two... they are a bit lower... but social status doesn't affect us. As King, I have some responsibilities that mean I have to take my role seriously, but you and I are just like anyone else. I promise."

He set Miya down and looked between her and the two boys. "So, Miya... you don't need to worry about it. The boys are just a bit... shocked..."

Miya grinned and went over to Lea and Isa. "Did you hear that? It doesn't matter! I don't care I hope you guys don't!" she said happily.

  As Isa dared to glower at Ansem for speaking for their emotions, Lea piped up, "No Miya, we don't mind at all." He glanced at Isa and elbowed him in the gut to return his attention to the current situation. Yelping, the smaller child looked up at Miya.

"Oh, right, of course not," he laughed, shooting Lea a glare as a silent promise that he'd take revenge on him later.

Miya beamed, happy that they had agreed to accept her even though she was a princess.

The two boys slowly got back up on their feet, brushing themselves off from having groveled in the pavement. Limited people were found in the square, as most of them had begun to depart back to their homes. Braig seemed to take notice of this.

"Hey, it's pretty late," he muttered to Ansem. With a short turn of his head he looked down at the boys, his sharp features suddenly appearing intimidating in the dimmed lighting. "You two should probably find your own parents."

They snorted, crinkling up their noses in a snarl. Lea looked away and Isa's gaze turned venomous.


Miya turned, and crossed her arms, a displeased dark expression on that usually happy glittering face of hers. She tapped her foot on the ground in a constant metronome. Her steely gaze focused on Braig.

"They don't have parent's Braig, they're independent citizen's of Radiant Garden's and don't need to worry about curfew. They make their own rules and live however they like." She said with a solid nod of her head.

"Also they are very brave," she said proudly.

Ansem absorbed this news quietly, watching Braig out of the corner of his eye, and the boys and Miya out of the other. So the first time she was able to make friends Miya somehow managed to befriend two young orphan boys. Boys in general were mischief... but boys with no structure or authority. Ansem wasn't entirely sure he wanted to encourage such... well, idea's and way of living into his daughter's life.

But... he couldn't see how it would hurt. Perhaps the boys would benefit having Miya in their lives.

The two children looked a little put off with having their history revealed in such a rash manner, but didn't protest in any way. Despite this, they caught the shock and tipped expressions of the adults, which made their faces etch deeper into displeased expressions.

Isa was the one to say, "We'll go home when we feel like it." His tone was audaciously defiant.

Braig lifted his chin, studying the little ones from the length of his nose. "I don't know, sir " he addressed to Ansem. "Maybe I should interrogate them." It was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"Interra-what?" Lea asked, whispering into Isa's ear. The other boy shrugged, also confused.


Ansem had a thoughtful look on his face, rubbing his chin as he became deep in thought about many things dealing with these two boys. As a father of his own daughter he knew how close she could have had the same fate as Lea and Isa. As a father he felt a pain in his heart for these two boys and wished to do something to help them.

But he knew as the King he couldn't go and do something over the top, because then if the other citizen's noticed well they would expect more occurrence of the 'amazing'. Ansem wasn't particularly sure he wanted to take on such a responsibility; his focus was more on his invention to help the people, not doing something himself to help them.

That wasn't his strong area.

"Hmm...I think that might be a bit over the top Braig," he said with a chuckle. "I think they're just fine."

Miya gave a solid nod of her head, a fire gleaming in her eyes. "Yeah... you're not going to question them... after all, Papa said that our differences didn't matter"

Braig looked miffed. "I didn't- I was just kidding!"

Isa turned his head and sniffed, glancing at the king, "I don't need to be questioned on my social adequateness. Just because we're orphans doesn't mean we're bad kids."

Lea seemed to be thoroughly confused by Isa's terminology. "Can you cut out the big word?"

"  I thought adequateness was two words."

As they muttered to themselves, debating on how many words "adequateness" was, Ansem and Braig studied them. When their hushed conversation ended with Isa winning their private debate, Ansem emitted a long sigh. "I didn't mean to indicate that you two were bad children, not at all  it's just that Miya hasn't had anyone to play with that was her age and I think she really needs some friends right about now in this time of her life."

Isa snapped to alertness. "And you want us ?"

Ansem nodded. "If you don't mind."

A sudden glint came to Isa's bright eyes and his mouth curved into a sneer. "I think we can help each other out, Your Majesty "

The king quirked his brow. "Oh? How so?"

Isa pressed his fingertips together in a business-like manner. "Well, sir, in all honesty, my colleague and I" he glanced to Lea, "as orphans, we don't fare off too well. We live in a little apartment-like house at the edge of the city that we actually do not own ourselves. We have to pay rent. Rent, I might add, we can't afford. And since we're kids, we're not allowed to get decent paying jobs, because even if we tried, they'd send us to the orphanage where Lea and I would be split up to families we don't even know. Also, if we get evicted from our home, the same could happen, or worse if we refused to return to the orphanage even under the threat of starvation." At this point he paused, waiting for Ansem to let everything sink in. "My idea is this, sir: we'll buddy-up with Miya here and show her the ropes to town and all, get her acquainted with the civilians, meet some other kids  But in return, you owe Lea and me a little something " The boy rubbed his thumb and finger together in front of his face, indicating that he wanted something cash-like.

Lea gawked at him, mouthing for him to stop while shaking his head.


Ansem quirked an eyebrow at the boy, a fairly impassive expression on his face. 'This boy is a genius...' the mused to himself. Mentally Ansem was chuckling; the amusement of the situation was on a huge scale.

This blue haired nine-year old had some guts to make such a proposition to him. He had the persuasive tone of a serious business man, lawyer and perhaps even an extortionist done to a tee. And Ansem was highly impressed by the display.

The kid would make a good politician or ambassador someday.

"Well, I see no reason why not to except your proposal, young man." Ansem said putting his hands in his pockets and squaring his broad shoulders. "If you boys take care of Miya out here, and help educate her in the life of normal children you won't have to worry about rent till you boys become of the hirable age. Am I understood?"

Lea and Isa's jaws dropped. The hirable age in Radiant Gardens was fifteen. That was over five years of free, don't-have-to-worry-about rent. They stared at each other, too excited and dumbfounded for words. At a slug's pace, Isa moved his head back to look up at Ansem, his eyes bulging.

"Yes, sir! T-Thank you, sir!" Isa whirled around and gripped Lea tightly by the shoulders, nearly pressing his nose to his. "Lea! Did you hear that!? No more rent!" Lea grinned and laughed. Isa pulled away from him, still bamboozled by the acceptance of his negotiation and stared up at Ansem. He didn't know if he should bow down and kiss his shoes or just shake his hand a billion times.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Lea suddenly screeched, falling back onto his knees, holding up his arms in praise to the king.

Isa picked up his friend from the streamer-littered ground and shook him. "What's the matter with you? Have you no dignity?!"

"What's dignity?"

The wild expression on Isa's face dimmed down. "... I don't know... But you don't have any."

Lea frowned. "How do you know I don't have any if you don't know what it is?"

Isa shrugged and let one hand slide off of Lea's shoulder, but the other one stayed. "What? Do you have a dignity on you that I don't know about?" When Lea shook his head 'no', Isa sniffed with a pleased smile, "Whatever. I just can't wait to tell that mean rent-guy, Jazz, that we don't need to pay anymore. He's going to be so mad!"

His friend nodded and giggled, "And then his face will get all red and funny and he'll start yelling at us and call us 'deranged hooligans' like he always does."  


The two adults stood off to the side, observing the two boys, both with amused gleams in their eyes, whilst Miya sat down on the grass watching.

Ansem noticed his young daughter was fading fast, just like the little flowers did and nodded to Braig. "Braig, do me a favor and escort these boys back to their home and inform their landlord that these lads no longer need to pay rent. Let the man know that any debt they have racked up and will have for the next... hmm... 5 years will be covered by myself. I shall soon have it in writing if he asks if it's a scam or something along those lines."

The King nodded and turned around to pick up Miya, who rested her head on her father's broad shoulder. "I have to get this little flower tucked into bed before she wilts. You're going to have a big day tomorrow with Lea and Isa." he said with a grin.

Ansem then turned to the two boys and nodded. "I thank you both in advance."

The two children nodded at the King again respectfully, still beaming with the radiance of the sun, even though night had well past over them. Ansem turned with Miya in his arms, guiding her back to the castle. Braig huffed out a breath, his crossed arms suddenly unfurling as he stared down at the two boys.

"Well, I don't think we were properly introduced before." Braig cocked his head to the side. "I'm Braig, Miya's appointed bodyguard and babysitter." A small smile spread onto his face as his eyes tapered. "Which means that in the future, I'll probably have to watch you kids too."

They shuffled nervously under his ominous expression, looking away sheepishly, and murmuring under their breaths in response. Braig only chortled, "Don't worry, kiddies, I don't bite " With a shrug, he added, "Most of the time, that is."

Their gulps only amused him more. He looked over their heads into the darkness. "Well, children, why don't you start walking back to your place and I'll follow."

With a very eager spin of his heels, Isa twirled towards the town and paced off, Lea close to follow. Braig easily was able to keep up with their small pace with his long strides. It didn't take long before he was hovering right behind them. Lea hung back and looked up at him with wondrous green eyes.

"So  Do you know a bunch of cool martial art skills or something?" he asked, blinking.

Braig stared at him and shrugged. "Not necessarily."

"Then how can you guard anything?"

He smiled. "I'm the best, most accurate shot in Radiant Gardens, kid. Nothing goes through me before I get it first."

Lea seemed mystified and stared ahead of him with a thoughtful expression. Isa's attention seemed to have been grabbed by that little piece of information. "So, if our landlord goes rampant on you, you'll be able to save us?"

That earned a hearty laugh from Braig. "Yeah, kid. I'll make sure no evil landlord touches you."

"He is evil," Lea muttered.

Isa nodded. "Yeah, note of advice for you," he began, "Jazz is really, really short tempered. If he starts getting red, run, or look intimidating." Isa rolled his eyes. "The intimidating thing doesn't work for us because we're kids, but we've seen the guy cower in front of the big people."

Braig tucked the information into his mind attentively before replying, "I'm sure it'll all go fine."

They arrived at the small house, connected to others like all of the houses in Radiant Gardens. There was a rickety-looking door with a window to the side and above it. The boys stopped in front of it. Isa peeked under a mat to pull out a key. They unlocked the door and stared into it's dark depths with blank expressions. Isa turned to Braig as Lea walked in.

"Jazz lives next door." He nodded to the left, where the next door resided. "Be careful not to get your head bit off." Braig nodded, and before Isa shut the door, the little blue-haired boy said shyly, "Thank you."

Then the door squeaked to a clicking shut, leaving Braig staring to the next house. With a sigh, he marched over and knocked on the door, stepping back a few paces with his arms crossed, his face masked with a dark, sinister glare.

When the door opened, a slim, short man stood there, his eyes sunken and tired. "What? What do you want?" he growled, taking in his disturber's appearance with a squinted gaze.

Braig proceeded to tell the man about Lea and Isa's new rent foundations and how Ansem would be paying it off from now on. As Isa had predicted, the man had become sour and snippy, trying to call it off as a scam. There was a little bit of a disagreement before Braig could settle the conflict with the promise of Ansem's letter arriving within the week to further detail the situation.

And with that, Jazz departed. Braig stepped away from the house and began tracking his way back. He hadn't gone far when he glanced to the boys' house, only to see the upper curtain flail and ripple when he did. He grinned to himself, stalking off towards his house back near the Fountain's Square.

As he approached his own door, key in hand, he couldn't help but sense as though something was watching him. Blinking, he took a quick glance around him, not seeing anything lurking. Then, he tipped his head up, finding it strange that there was a window wide open. Braig blinked at this monstrosity with a sideways look.

'That's Zuga's room, isn't it?'

He peered up towards the gutters, a form of legs dangling off the edge catching his eye. Braig rolled his eyes and sighed. "You shouldn't be playing on the roof, Swamp Monster. You could trip and fall."

He saw her face peer over the edge of the roof. She snorted. "I've had worse things happen."

Grinning he only admonished, "Just get inside before I decide to lock you out up there for the night."

She smirked and, with amazing speed, was able to swing herself back into her room and shut the windows tight.

Braig laughed to himself, peeling open his door and walking inside. He decided to talk to Master Xehanort and report what had happened while he was gone. He was probably peeved yet over how late he had stayed out. But he did get his fair share of information while there, conversing with the king.


Braig walked down the hallway towards the library to see if his master was in there pouring over any of the old tombs he'd acquired. The raven haired man pondered why the old man chose to keep his possessions split like he did; Xehanort lived in two different worlds. Though Master Xehanort spent most of his days with Braig, which he couldn't complain about, the old man had been a prominent figure in his life since he was a kid.

The sage had taught him a lot of useful things, from magic to just knowledge needed to make it through life. Master Xehanort was never a father figure... oh no... But he had been a mentor, and a very good one at that.

He wondered now that the Swamp Monster was part of their little group how things were going to change. Braig was a working man now, which made him feel very grown up. 'Yes... mid-twenties, and finally feeling like an adult... sad but true.' Braig mused to himself as he poked his head into the library.

Sure enough the wizened old man was in there, looking at a book on one of the tables, hunched over like he stood but only sitting.

Braig rapped his knuckles on the door frame, waiting for his master to acknowledge him.

Master Xehanort flapped his hand in indication of his presence being known. As Braig stopped a few paces behind his master, the old man growled in his rasping voice, "You were gone a long time..." He turned his head away from the book and stared at his apprentice with haughty golden eyes, one of his brows raising slightly. "I hope you weren't enjoying the festivities too much."

Braig smirked and went on to reply in playful banter, "Oh yes, sorry! That fishing booth just really gets me to lose track of the time."

The old man only grumbled something under his breath. He swivelled back to his book and flipped the page. "I would hope you got some useful information on your excursion, seeing that you've been gone since noon."

The younger man shrugged and folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I got in a really deep conversation with the king. Good news: I got that job he proposed to me. Gotta babysit his squirt for him and all." He smiled to himself. "And he told me a lot about the castle security and how it operates... Guards got to know this stuff, you know?" He tapped his temple with a finger. When Master Xehanort continued to seemingly tune him out and stare rather fixedly at the scripts in front of him, Braig sighed and continued, "And well, the security is really poor... There are literally no people posted at any gate or door. But, that will change once I start... Apparently, there will be more guards other than me working around the castle, due to the King's concern of the Heartless' sudden appearance."

The old man's shoulders shook slightly. "Courtesy of none other than yours truly." His eyes slid towards the other man. "And... there's just something odd about that little girl."

His master's ability to get juicy information so quickly never ceased to amaze Braig. "Miya? What about her?"

Master Xehanort only shrugged and muttered, "Don't know. There's just something strange going on around her. Keep a very close eye on her, Braig."

He grinned. "That's what I'm getting paid to do now, so no worries there."

The old man sighed, "Just remember the mission. Learn the walls of that place from the inside out. Befriend the people within those walls. These components will only make it that much easier to take over." His voice steeled suddenly. "We need that lab and its technology." He finally lifted his hand and closed the book abruptly. With a stiffened motion, he stood from the desk and walked out of the room, the book in his hand.

"So... What should I do now?" he called out as the last of his master's form rounded the corner.

"Whatever you please," was the answer he gave.

Braig stood there as the steps of his master faded up the stairs, mulling over the possibilities. He wasn't quite tired yet (probably still needed to recover from all the excitement), but he was a little hungry, considering that he hadn't gotten much of anything at the festival. Shrugging off other problematic ideas that involved his very dire mission, he headed towards his kitchen, kicking off his boots on the way to relieve his aching feet.

The snack of choice was just a small apple. He wasn't in the mood for something fancy. He leaned up against the counter lazily, munching quite contently on the morsel of fruit. He had taken only his third bite when the Swamp Monster suddenly appeared at the foot of the stairs, her face suddenly spreading into surprise. She recovered quickly and shook her head, clearing her throat.

"I have questions," she said in a rather demanding tone.

"And I have answers, though they might not be the ones you're looking for," he said through a mouthful.

Zuga gawked at him, seeming confused. She stiffened and cocked her head, ignoring his sarcasm. "Your society... What is your class pyramid?"

Braig stared at her blankly. "Uh... What?"

She huffed, "How is this place organized? What is the structure that you people classify yourself as?"

"You mean like, what social status we have?" he asked, blinking.

"Yes." She seemed exasperated with him.

Braig lifted the hand holding his apple. "Well, for starters, we classify our people by how much money they have. I'm in the middle, probably more towards the top-ish. The people with less money are below, and the King is at the very, very top."

"Who's on the bottom?" Her accent was still distinguishable, even though Braig could tell she was trying really hard to mask it.

"The poorest people," was the simple reply he gave.

Zuga's shoulders slumped down a little. "Is there any difference in class between your men and women?"

Braig shook his head. "Nope. Why? Is there in your world?"

She nodded slowly, staring vacantly at the wall. Instead of explaining more, she switched over to a new topic. "And those big birds... What do you call them?"

He didn't know why she seemed so avid in asking so many questions at this particular point in time, but he answered nonetheless, "Chocobos."

Her eyes blinked and she pursed her lips for a brief moment. "Is that your main way of travel? Riding those things?"

"That or walking."

Sparks of understanding seemed to take root. She nodded again, then her brow furrowed and she looked back at him, as if in utter disbelief. "So there really are no differences between your men and women?"

Her persistence on the topic made him laugh. "Yes, Swamp Monster, no differences. It's all fair here."

She still looked confused but let it go. Her fingers tapped on the counter in thought and she drunk in all that she had just learned with silence. After a minute she looked up and seemed to finally register her own presence within the room. With a quiet murmur of thanks, she fled back up the stairs on silent feet.

Braig waited for the sound of her door clicking shut before pushing himself upright and finishing the rest of his apple. He had a long day tomorrow; might as well get rested up for it.
Part 2 of Part 2... had to cut it in half... ish because it was too big along with the last part... so not 4... but 3!

WARNING:FOR THOSE WHO KNOW NOTHING OF KINGDOM HEARTS BIRTH BY SLEEP THIS RP MAY CONTAIN FORMS OF SPOILERS FOR YOU!! SO DON'T BLAME US FOR A SURPRISE... YOUR WARNED!!

Zuga (c) SDL
Miya (c) IPQ
Kingdom Hearts (c) Square Enix & Disney

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Aww. There is no more. ;;