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Chapter Four: Wing It
(Agrabah: Part One)
(A.K.A. Anti and Repliku wing it, and Aladdin is easily swayed by spaghetti-strap purse-things)

It was rather quiet in the Tower of Darkness (trademark), also sometimes referred to as the "Castle of Fear", or (Anti's personal favorite) "Anti and Repliku's Super Awesome Building of DOOM", which was quickly shot down due to the fact there was no way in hell anyone would take them seriously with a name like that. So instead, they just settled with the first one for simplicity's sake. (Or, if Anti was in a particular mood, it would be "The Fortress of Evil Solitude")

The bad thing, Repliku realized as he sat at the "Table Of Business", fingers drumming on the surface, was that everything was black. The walls, the ceiling, the table, even the coffee. In fact, it pretty much made him stick out like a sore thumb in contrast. It took forever for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, cursing the fact that Anti could actually see in the dark. It also made him kind of nervous that the only source of light in the rooms were his eyes, as well as the thousand or so of various heartless that lingered around the room.

"Don't you think we should paint the rooms a different color?"

"Like what?" Anti asked, and Repliku had to strain his eyes a bit in order to even tell where he was amongst the various other yellow dots of light.

"Oh I don't know, how about a color I can actually see?" Repliku said, gesturing to the walls.

"Actually, the walls are periwinkle blue, you just can't see them because there's a bunch of heartless climbing on the walls."

"That's the other thing, don't you think this is a bit...much?" Repliku pointed out as he quickly kicked away a small Shadow that was in the process of devouring his left foot.

"Fine, I'll take care of it. Clear out guys." Anti ordered the heartless around them. The heartless shrank into the walls, and now the room was no longer dark, but for someone who got so used to sitting in the dark like Repliku, it didn't have a positive effect on him as light quickly swam in to replace the darkness. Rubbing his eyes at the sudden brightness, he looked over to the source, which was a window with drawn blue curtains.

"...We have a window in this room?" Repliku asked, amazed that he had never noticed one there before. Anti merely rolled its eyes.

"With your curiosity about windows aside, we need to get down to business. It's been about a week since we've moved in here and fixed the place up and caused some terror to spread among the locals, but now we need to start talking about plans to take over the other worlds." He stated, rather business-like now.

"Alright, so what's your plan?"

Anti kicked its feet up on the table, looking thoughtful. After a few minutes, Anti shrugged. "I figure I'm just going to wing it."

"You can't be serious."

"As serious as a heart attack." (Well, actually, those are kind of funny, especially when I'm the one that causes them...)

"Something which you can't experience since you lack a heart."

"...If you were trying to be funny or insulting, it didn't work."

Repliku sighed. "Seriously, what makes you think you can just wing it without a plan? Because frankly, let's face it. We're not exactly all powerful enough to just show up on a world and say 'This is ours now' and get away with it without getting our asses handed to us by potential super-powered 'heroes' that may reside on that world. Most famous villains have huge lairs, large armies, and ridiculously complicated plans and super powers as well as one death laser. What do we have? A small army of heartless, there's me, who has amnesia and is still for some reason wearing a skirt for Ansem's sake, and you, who reminds people of the result of eating bad meat."

"Exactly. Well, not the bad meat part, which I'm very disappointed in you for thinking so badly about me, and as far as the skirt thing I think it isn't so bad since it shows off your hips, but in the bit about the ridiculously complicated plans. Tell me, did those ridiculously complicated plans actually work in the end?"

"...Well, no...wait, what about the ski-"

"Exactly. Those plans never worked and the villains are defeated by the hero. Which is why I say we try winging it without a plan."

Repliku sighed once more. In a strange, otherworldly sense, it made...well, sense. Except for the skirt thing, which now he couldn't help but feel vaguely disturbed that the heartless had apparently been checking out his hips. "So, what now?"

Anti turned around, rummaging through a bookcase behind him ("We have a bookcase in here?" "Why are you so surprised?" "I must of not of noticed it with all those heartless that were on the walls earlier" "Yeah, sure you didn't...") before pulling out a map. Spreading it out on the table, it revealed many worlds plotted on the map.

"OK, since the recent closing of Kingdom Hearts thanks to Sora, the brat, the good news is that all the worlds came back into existence. However..." Anti took a red marker and put an X over Neverland/London, "Since I sort of accidentally unleashed a wave of heartless there, this world's gone now."

"We could of had one world already under control if you hadn't done that, you know."

"Well, I didn't much care for it, seeing as it was the place I died at. Besides, it was just a boring little city with a flying pirate ship, a man with an irrational fear of crocodiles and alarm clocks, and a strange boy that didn't want to grow up that kidnapped other children to take them to a small island somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle."

"...What?"

"Don't ask. Long story. So we've got all these other worlds to look into. Take your pick. I'll let you choose the first world we go after."

Repliku scanned the map of worlds before pointing to one. "How about this one?"

"Ugh, not that one. If I want to see pink elephants, I'll go buy some drugs in the alleyway a block from here. Pick something else."

Repliku scowled at him before pointing to another world. "This one?"

"Also trippy. They have furniture on the ceiling for Ansem's sake..."

"Well, we're going to have to take care of them at some point..."

"Well, I'd like to be...you know, not stoned out of my mind on our first world conquest. Maybe later when we become arrogant and overconfident enough to think it wouldn't be a problem."

Repliku rolled his eyes at him before pointing to a world indicating the desert world they had passed by on their way to Traverse Town, which was labeled 'Agrabah'. "Then let's go here."

"The dust and dryness will be bad for my skin..."

"You don't have skin!"

"OK, fine!" Anti threw his hands in the air. "We'll go there. Satisfied?"

Repliku nodded, to which Anti continued, "And it's just a desert with a small town. How hard could it be to take over anyway?"

As it turned out, flying a pirate ship through a sandstorm had not been the best of ideas, Repliku realized moments later when the ship ended up halfway buried into the sand when crash-landing outside the town. Shaking sand out of his clothes and hair, he heard Anti groan as he looked around the ship.

"It's going to take hours to pull this thing out of the sand, you realize that, right?"

"Well, when we enslave this town, we can just have them dig it out! Would that be better?" Repliku asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"...Actually it would. Good thinking there. Anyway, just remember that we can't cause a scene until we scout out the entire town and figure out if this dustball is really worth taking over."

Repliku just rolled his eyes at him as they walked through the entrance, taking in the sights it had to offer. It was mostly just a dusty little bazaar with busy people walking around as well as a couple of seedy-looking ones that were lurking in the shadows, perhaps waiting for a chance to steal something at a moment's notice. (Repliku thought this as he noticed one eyeing a lady with a spaghetti-strap purse of some kind, and then couldn't help but question why the lady would even use a spaghetti-strap purse thing that was ridiculously easy to steal in a shady-looking town in the first place)

Luckily, Anti snapped him out of his thoughts as he heard other looking around with vague interest. "Huh. So this is Mexico..."

"Anti, this is not Mexico. It's Agrabah."

Anti pointed a finger in his face. "Hey, I'm all powerful, so if I say we're in Mexico, then we're in Mexico damnit!"

"Then rename it that when we take over it..."

"No, when we take over it, it then becomes New Mexico."

"...By any chance, did the beaker you were undoubtedly contained in when Riku first tried to create you get dropped onto the floor and 'cause your brain to get scrambled?" Repliku asked before walking off ahead of Anti at a fast pace so as not to be too close when Anti actually caught on to what he had just said.

"Well, actually, that Riku kid did accidentally lose his grip, the dumb klutz, on the-HEY!! GET BACK HERE!!"

As Repliku strolled through the town, he couldn't help but notice some funny looks being directed at him as well as being pointed at or a few people whispering to each other in hushed tones, glancing over the shoulder at him occasionally. Repliku looked himself over, wondering what it could be.

It's the skirt, isn't it? Although now that I think about it, Anti was right, it really does show off my hips...

He shuddered slightly at the thought, making a mental note to never think that ever again. Maybe it's the hair or skin...I probably look like an albino or something...either that or a starved rabbit-damn it, my hips are not that skinny!

As he was walking, he suddenly bumped into something very solid. And moving. And living, judging by the "Ouch, watch we're you are going would you?" that the solid object responded with after being bumped into.

"Yeah, sor-" he started to say, only to be met with a very pointy sword in his face.

"...Crud."

"You're with those heartless things, aren't you?" the man asked. The chattering monkey with him that Repliku noticed for the first time chattered angrily in agreement.

Gee, what gave that away, the logo on my chest or my companion that's clearly lacking a heart? Repliku couldn't help but think sarcastically, just when said companion appeared, having caught up with him. Anti didn't seem to notice his partner's predicament, as he stood next to him, arms crossed.

"You know, I may be lacking a heart, but I do have feelings. OK, no I don't, but it's best not to piss off an already unstable heartless. On the bright side", he said as he revealed a spaghetti-strap bag, "I managed to steal this off some chick in the bazaar...can you believe that people here are stupid enough to have these things when this place is clearly inhabited by thieves?"

"Uh, Anti, I'd love to agree with you, but in case you haven't noticed, there is a sword in my face and a monkey that quite possibly has not had all its shots threatening us." Repliku pointed out.

"Hey, Abu takes offense to that!" the man pointed out. His chattering monkey nodded in agreement.

"So? Just kick his ass and kill the monkey." Anti whispered under his breath to him.

"I thought you said that we weren't going to cause a scene, and I'm sure murdering him and his potentially diseased monkey in broad daylight would count as causing a scene!"

"No it won't. These people don't care if a street beggar gets killed. Watch." Anti demonstrated as he lazily ripped his claws through an old man that was walking past them. As the man's body collapsed on the ground, a couple of people looked up with vague curiosity before returning to their own devices. Even when Anti, with no sure amount of subtlety, began to dig its claws into his chest, even amongst the old man's cry of "My heart!", the people looked to each other with vague confusion.

"What was that?"

"Don't know. Must of been the wind..."

"See? No one would notice if we killed him and his monkey." Anti said in a bored tone as he carelessly wiped the blood from his claws off on Repliku's arm.

"You creatures better just go back to wherever you came from or else." the man said, attempting to appear unfazed by what had just happened. Anti held up his hands in mock surprise.

"Oh my, he's got a sword! Whatever shall we do? Tell you what, I'll give you this purse-thing I just stole off that chick in the bazaar and you look the other way, and we promise not to cause any trouble or disembowel you and your flea-bitten monkey. What do you say, huh?" Anti asked, holding up the purse as a peace offering.

The man put a hand to his chin. "Well, you're clearly evil, but I see no reason to not trust you..."

"Glad to see things can be resolved peacefully." Anti smirked, tossing the purse to him. "Come on, Repliku, we've got places to be."

As they walked away, Repliku had to ask. "I'm confused. Why did that actually work?"

"Because humans are stupid and greedy and easily swayed by prada-brand spaghetti-strap purse-things."

"So where are we going?"

"Well, when I was running around town trying to find you so that I could remove your head from your shoulders because of what you said earlier, I overheard from a suspicious-looking guy hiding in the shadows that there's this cave outside of town that has a bunch of treasures, and everyone knows you have to be filthy rich to be a successful universal overlord, so I figured we should look into that before we upset the establishment here with loose blood-thirsty heartless."

"...Right. That sounds perfectly logical in comparison to everything we've done so far." Repliku stated sarcastically.

Undeterred, Anti pointed out toward the desert. "Next stop, the Cave of Wonders!"

"...Um, Anti?"

"Yes?"

"How long do you think it would take for us to cross the desert to get to the cave since the ship's stuck in a trench?"

"Well, if I could see through this blasted wind, I would guess...a week maybe?"

"Or 4 months." Repliku suddenly muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing."