'Ello, 'ello, this is the original author. My own files of this fanfic have disappeared into the depths of the hard drive of my computer from 2009. So, instead of hooking it up to a power source and searching through all the data to piece together the rest of the fic, I'd figure I'd go the easy route. I'mma write the ending over. Yeah. Because why the hell not. Also this may be a bit of a different tone. The characters will be a bit different. And I'm introducing a bit of a changed plot. Fun. Things to know:

-They are currently in December 2009. I don't care what the old thing said. This is the new thing. I know more than I did in '09. Which, consequently, makes things a crapton easier plot-wise.

-I will try to avoid swears, but I may accidentally let some slip. Sorry.

-The former members will be in normal civilian clothing. And their names will stick to Organization names. Not the stuff I dreamed up five years ago. I don't even remember what that stuff was.

-Please be aware I'm going to be spotty in details - I'm not always going to remember what has been introduced and what hasn't.

-I mean, I'll be pretty straightforward, but the small stuff's going to be subtle. Don't be afraid to point them out to correct me, I'll be down with that.

-It's also good to note that the way the main characters see each other and the way they see themselves is different. They're 13, 13, and 15. It isn't uncommon for early teenagers to have skewed realities at times. Psychology, my friends.

-Kris & Kat Parks, Nate Steward. Small change in last names, but still. Good to point out.

-You can refer to me as God. Or the All-Powerful. Or just PC (Epoch if you don't like initials). Whatever works for all y'all. Refer to TwilightSky as the amazing person who's putting this up for me. Or TwilightSky, whatever works for her.

I-Kat-I

I ground my teeth silently as we walked to the station, taking the overgrown bike road next to the actual street. My sister was up front, as per usual. 13 and leader of a seven-person army. Or gang. It would fit more into the idea of a turf war. Not to mention we're now out to kill them.

The problem was that she was too impulsive. Too headstrong, and too likely to get someone killed when she was trying to kill someone. Death is a finality. Kris was too caught up in the glory of the idea. She's done it before - when she won a junior fighting tournament, she was going around the house bragging about it and saying that she could kick John Wayne's ass. It wasn't until Uncle Don, an Aikido instructor that got her into all that, had a talk about how she cheated because she was the oldest and biggest one in the fight, tailored for younger kids.

The only thing I could think of doing what something I absolutely did not want to do. I had to talk to her. I don't give her talks. The moment we get heated, reason fails her and we argue in circles. Not to mention, Kris gets real angry real fast. She's not going to just argue, she's going to make a scene of it. Either that or she'll completely miss the point and remain blissfully ignorant.

"Kat?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when Zexion spoke. He was quiet enough to avoid attention from the rest of the group, who were vividly talking about plans and necessities.

"Yeah?" I asked, sticking my hands in my pockets. He nodded over to Nathan, who was standing next to Kris and Roxas.

"Isn't it a bit strange for him to have a Keyblade?" My mind did a complete 180, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Um...sure? But we've all been getting weird powers? I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have, like, five dark forms. I don't even know." I looked at him curiously. "Why do you ask?"

"He can't have that. It's impossible." He said it to me like it was the most obvious thing.

"I don't know, he seems to have a pretty strong heart. He can't carry it otherwise." I shrugged, looking over to him.

"Kat...how much do you guys actually know about the Keyblade?" I squinted at him.

"Sora's the chosen kid, you need a strong heart, there was a thing called the 'Keyblade Wars'." I listed, shrugging again.

To be fair, now that I thought about it, the Keyblade was still pretty weird. We only knew as much as Sora did. There's gonna be a new game out next month, in January, which supposedly dealt with the Wars a little, judging from what we knew from the trailers. None of us bothered to pay attention to it with the crapstorm coming down on us.

"It isn't that simple. If it was, most of the Organization would have had Keyblades themselves." Zexion explained.

"Well yeah, it's selective." I bit back a second comment, instead going for the serious talk. "So how does someone get a Keyblade, then?"

"The Keyblade is passed down from a Master to an apprentice or candidate. It requires an oath as well as physically touching the Keyblade, as far as I could understand from Xemnas's more private notes." My brows furrowed, and I looked to Nathan.

"But that would mean he's met a Keyblade Master. The only one we've met is Riku. He's not going to just pass out Keyblades." I muttered, my mind beginning to go into deep thought again.

"Riku's not a Master." Zexion said flatly. "He's a wielder. Masters go through the Keyblade Mark of Mastery Exam, proctored by Masters. They get to choose who becomes a Master. There's only two now." I stared at the man, my jaw gaping.

Well, this was new food for thought. Definitely something to think about on top of Kris's impulsiveness. The best thing would probably be to talk to Nathan, see if he's been in an Awakening Station or something. I'd also need to talk to Kris privately about her decision and everyone's weird commitment to her as a leader.

I was once again pulled out of my thoughts as the police station came into view. An idea planted itself in the back of my mind as I realized I could probably talk to Francie. She probably had a few smackdowns concerning headstrong preteens. Not to mention my sister looked up to her ever since we first met her.

It was certainly worth a shot.

-Kris-

I pulled open the door, holding it for a moment for the others to go through before going into the station myself. At the front desk was one of the officers I recognized, Officer Walters.

"Did you guys bring food?" He asked hopefully as soon as he recognized me, Kat, and Nate.

"Not this time. Sorry." I shrugged. "Just wanted to ask Francie about a thing." I said, swinging my arms.

"Who're those four?" He jerked his head to the guys.

"Freeloaders." I attempted a straight face as I heard an indignant huff from Demyx. "Nah, just some new classmates. They're, uh…" I looked to Nate, realizing I had no explanation for why they would follow us. "They're here for...moral support?" I said, biting the inside of my cheek as Walters shot me an unconvincing look.

"They can stay out here. I still want one of you three in here though, before your 'freeloaders' pull anything." Kat instantly spoke up, stepping up next to me.

"I won't mind." She said, looking to me and Walters. "I need to talk to them anyways. Stuff about our, uh. Plans." It took me a moment to realize what she meant. When I did, I had to hold myself back from shooting her a look of utter disbelief. Kat was going to talk about mass homicide inside a police station? I knew she was a ditz, but this was making me feel like I was Edd and she was Ed of Ed, Edd 'n Eddy.

Before I could protest, Nate was already pulling me through the open gate into the offices, giving us a short walk to talk.

"Do you think she's actually going to talk about Xem and his boyband?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"The other four are there. They won't let her." Nate assured. "Besides, we've got bigger fish." He stopped for a moment, grabbing my arm.

"You okay?" I asked, curious. He took a moment, biting his lip and adjusting his glasses.

"It's just...something feels wrong." He admitted. "Don't you feel like everything's been a bit too...easy?" Nate offered, fixing his glasses again, though it was more out of a nervous habit.

"Kingdom Hearts is a pretty easy game. Stylistic, nostalgic and fun, but easy." I shrugged. "The guys we have to fight are from the game. Ergo, it's been easy." Nate sighed, shaking his head.

"I…" He sighed, wiping a hand over his mouth. "Nevermind. I'll talk about it when we get back." He went ahead a few steps, leaving me to just watch his retreating back before I following him again.

I wasn't quite sure what he was worried about. But he was right, it was probably something for the dorms versus the police station, where multiple people were in at their desks and there was low chatter and anyone could overhear.

I filed Nate's concerns away for later as we finally reached Francie's door, knocking before she let us in.

"What can I do for you three?" She asked, before noticing that we were, in fact, missing a third of our trio. "Where's Kat?"

"Lobby. Talking to school people we brought along." Nate answered. "That's not important. We need to give you a heads-up."

"And maybe a tiny request." I added, shrugging. The older woman, raised an eyebrow, but nodded at us as she leaned against her desk.

"Go on." Nate and I looked at each other before he took that as a cue to speak.

"The, uh. The bad guys are back." He said with resignation.

"The video game bad guys? The hammy ones?" I bit back a snort.

"What other hams have we seen?" I butted in, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes flickered away for a moment.

"Fair enough." Francie sighed, running a hand through her short hair. "You three are trouble magnets. I've honestly considered calling your parents and telling them it's recommended to keep their kids for Christmas Break since they keep going after your school." I snorted, shaking my head.

"Yeah, Dad would probably drag us back himself." I muttered.

"Besides the point." Nate interrupted, bringing the conversation back. "We just want to give you a warning. We have no idea what these guys plan to do. As far as we understand, they're getting drastic, but they're definitely planning something." He finished, looking to me, letting me know I could talk if I wanted to say something.

"We might call something in. It might also be a good idea to talk to some of the others in here to make sure they're ready. You don't have to specify anything." I thought about what else to say, but she raised a hand.

"I know how things work. I'm the only one here to go to a Law Enforcement Academy. But thanks for the visit. You guys be careful, okay? Don't get yourselves hurt." Francie led us out, closing her office door behind us as we made our way back to the front.