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To All Kingdom Hearts fans,

Before I comment and everything, I agree that maybe this wasn’t quite the right place I should put something like this over on fanfiction.net.  Maybe I should spend the rest of my time doing something else.  Maybe I should put this in other places.  Maybe I will.

But since I agree but like this, I think above everything else, I’ll do some quick bits of one-shots.  And just for some sort of irony, I’ll try not to include a certain female red-head in the story.  If you don’t want a rant, just read the story and I hope you get some cheap laughs from it.

---

(For funs sake, let’s say this continues in the same realm as my ‘Because, just Because.’  For some Trivia knowledge, this story was also called “Halloweenish.”  If you did not read ‘Because, just Because’ (which you probably didn't) you didn’t miss much.)

To say it was a dreary day on the world of Radiant Garden would be like saying it is dreary having one’s tongue stuck to a rail-road rail on a cold winter’s day when the candy-cane express was barreling down the line at around 90 miles an hour and was already close enough to strike the chosen spot where that pink muscle (and possible the face attached to it) was stuck to at around the same length of time it takes the reader finish this sentence.

Unfortunately, one cannot fix the weather by simply covering the tracks in warm saliva and throwing one’s self backwards as fast as one can.

True, the radiant sky stilled…radiated, but above it, black clouds cursed and moaned and shot out spastic bolts of energy here and there.  It could almost be a pretty site to observe.  It could also be the last site to observe.  It looked as if it was raining lightning.  It looked as if some of the sparks struck the same place twice.  Of course, this was a dramatization, but it was safe to say no resident wanted to be out and about right now.

This scene is not at any base or home or bailey, but instead to a little gazebo.  Yes, a little gazebo.  This white, marble gazebo has almost a roman look to it, with smooth pillars and a semi-circle roof with dips hear and there for design.  Had anyone bothered to hide under this place for shelter, they would see huddled up inside the roof like cute little cherubs, three little pixies.  Well, only two little pixies huddled together, the largest one comforting the smallest one.  The other, middle one floated just outside the shot of the torrents of downpour, keeping her wings fluttering.  Only when a particular nasty bout of wind blew inside did she fly up and seek safety under the dome roof.  At the same moment a burst of air filtered in, a rather loud sound, reminiscent of a giant sledge hammer smashing the ground, made the two hidden girls jump and shook the well-built gazebo.

The blonde one, with oh so many braid branching out from her head band, started whimpering more and did little chants to tell herself it was just a storm, just a storm.  The brunette one, with one eye blue and one eye green, cooed to the littlest pixie and held her close.  It was such an adorable site to behold.

Except the silver one, dressed head-to-toe in black, did not find it so cute.  She scuffed and said, “Baby.”

This caused the supposedly baby to glare an angry pout at the darker one, but another strong wave shook the ground.  She let out a wail and buried her fact against the other pixie’s neck with a quite plea of, “Yunie…”

‘Yunie’ was not pleased with the farther-off faerie.  “Paine, it’s not nice.  You know Rikku doesn’t like storms!  She can’t help it.”  She brushed her fingers against the tanned neck, a little afraid of sticking her hand against all those knots.

Paine merely scuffed.  She was forced to frowned as the wind whipped again around the pillars.  She decided to glide up and sit down next to the two others.  “I warned her.”  She commented flatly.

“But someone told me there was treasure here!”  Rikku tried to make for her defense, but a large flash of lightning had her cowering again.

Paine decided it would be more fun to hang upside-down, so she did so.  “It’s going to end soon, so you don’t have to keep acting like a baby.

Rikku pulled away from Yuna and glared at the other fairy.  “I am not a baby!”  A bolt ran around the sky, causing her to flinched, but she stood her ground and kept a little distance away from Yuna.  Paine smirked a little and made no more comments about the yellow female’s behavior.

Just as Paine predicted, the storm let up under fifteen minutes.  The birds came out and started chirping.  Various residence came out and started chirping with one another.  There was even a nice rainbow in the air.  With the lights dancing just below it, it was quite a wonderful sight.  Now, if it could help everyone ignore all the fallen debris, including the tree that fell across the bridge, or how half the roofs were missing on the new house development down town, maybe certain builders on a certain committee would not look ready to blow their tops.

Either way, a familiar troupe of three flew about, ignoring the post-catastrophic storm.  Rikku even played in a few puddles here and there.  But it was becoming a nice afternoon.  The three made it back to their base.  Well, their current base.  The last base was probably no longer safe, due to it possible being near that old bat, Malificent.  Their new base was actually in an old tower in the roof-top in the old castle (It was Malificent free now).  There was quite a many old things in iy.  Most would consider it junk, but the girls though it to be some ancient relics or treasure.

It was theirs, so they loved it.

Paine’s bed was on an old beat-up couch.  Rikku’s area was an old, large doll-house.  She designed it to suit her frame better by replacing plastic furniture with softer items and even found a little bed perfect for her.  But she decided to check for any mice that tried to breach their home.  Yuna’s spot varied, but her room was an old chest with clothing piled inside it.  It would have been a lovely chest, but there was a gapping hole in the top.  Yuna did not care:  She found it easier to tear out different outfits this way.  And sleep in it, too.

Everything in here was theirs.  They knew what was suppose to be in here.

“Oh no!”

This yowl came from Rikku.  At the moment, Paine had taking her spot on the couch and flipped through a book while Yuna had been looking at a mirror and trying on wooden jeweler.  But at the call, the two other’s stopped what they were doing and quickly called out, “Rikku!”  Both were quite ready to defend their friend if need be.

When they flew to the other side of the attic, Rikku looked to be in no danger, but who knew?  They had a heartless problem the other day and it took a while to get the little buggers out of their home.  Paine quickly took to the defense and scanned the area.  Yuna quickly went over to the blonde pixie.  “Rikku, what’s the matter?”  She flew about and looked around every inch of her.  It wasn’t too hard.  Not a lot of inches.  No wounds, either.

“It’s gone!”  The smallest of them all seemed to panic and waved her arms about.

Paine approached the other two, except she was hanging upside down.  “What’s gone?”  Her voice actually held a little lightness to it that clearly sounded like distress.

“That box I found last night!”  Rikku pointed to a blank spot on a coffee table that would have been a beautiful table, but was missing one leg and had a stack of old encyclopedias to keep it balance.  “The one with painted designs on it.  It’s gone.”

“You mean the one with the head in it?”  Paine asked questionable.

“Yaahh…”  Rikku slumped down on the table, looking at the blank spot.  “Oh…”

“Well…it was just a box with a head in it.”  Yuna tried to comfort.  “I mean, there will be other boxes.”

One could see little teardrops started to fall out of her green eyes, “Yah, but it was pretty and was hand painted and I liked it.”

Yuna quickly swooped down to comfort the crying girl.  Then she looked up.  “Wait…Rikku, did you move it?”

“Noooo…”

“And I didn’t move it…Paine, did you touch the box?”

“Nope.”  Came the simple reply.

“So this means-”

And al three girls called out at the same moment, “Trespassers!”

“Alright girls,”  Yuna began, motioning for Paine to join them at the table, “Someone has found our secret base.  We need to find out who it was, why they did it, and where they are.  Rikku.”  The girl in question stood at attention, “Go check if anything else is missing.”

“Gotcha!”

“Paine.”  The silver-haired pixie nodded, “See if you can find any clues as to who took the box.”  With the command issued, she shot herself around the room.  “I’ll check the roof for anything.  If only we could figure out how they got it!”  She states as she moved out of the gapping hole in the roof.

Will the girls every find out who crashed their headquarters?  Yes, they will.  But it is a surprise.  This will probably be continue some time, but do have ideas for this.  Just wait and see, everyone!

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I’m kind of impressed about this.  With myself or others, I’m not sure.  But heck, having one hit would have make me happy.

So now we go into the replying to the reviews over at fanfiction.net.  Well, maybe not a total replying for every review.  I’m not gonna post a person’s name and give them a little comment here and there because I’m not really talking to a specific person; I’m talking to a lot of people.  So I shall speak as if I’m speaking to a lot of people.

I think this should be address first:  Kairi is not my favorite character in Kingdom Hearts.  She’s not one of my favorite female characters in all that is Video Game.  She’s not even one of my top five favorite heroines of all time.  So this is not me going out and trying to protect my idol or anything.  This is me saying enough is enough.

There is a point where someone really needs to say, ‘What is wrong with you people?’  I’ve gotten to that point and here I am saying, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?”  Maybe this would not be so annoying if I understood where you are coming from.  But I don’t.  I really, really, really don’t.

Like I just said, I’m not defending Kairi because I think her the best thing “evah.”  I don’t care if someone writes Kairi in a bad role.  I read a lovely one-shot where it was very heavily implied that Kairi was cheating on Sora and have a love-child from another man.  I enjoyed reading it.  This is not the point I’m trying to make.  Writing should be a fun thing and something everyone should enjoy.  I don’t care how you put Kairi in the story so long as it’s for the sake of the story.  NOT because YOU have a PROBLEM with the CHARACTER.

And maybe, maybe, maybe I would not be even saying anything about if people did not constantly say through these various mediums about how they think she is a bitch.  With no provoking, with no required foresight, with no need to do it.  And yes, maybe I am making a big deal out of something that I shouldn’t.  But frankly, so are some of the people.  I realize that she is a fictional character, but it’s like she isn’t.  “Oh, she’s so coming between Sora and Riku.”  NO, SHE REALLY ISN’T.  Because it’s not some teen drama you saw in school or anything.  This isn’t like Brittany is a bitch because she’s trying to split up Joshua and Jamie.  She’s not because she isn’t real.

So yah, maybe I really shouldn’t get into a rant about fictional characters, but if someone started posting “Minty off of My Little Ponies is a ho” quotes in various places, I think people might get a little upset by it.  This is not a rant about stopping someone from expressing themselves.  This is about people being jerks!  And I’m not saying that Kairi’s character is totally without flaw.  In fact, there is a lot in some aspects of the game that are flawed.  But there is a difference between saying how crappy your teachers car is, then actually taking the damn Louie-Ville slugger and busting out the tail-lights.

And maybe this bugs me more then it should.  This specific topic of constantly reading in various disclaimers as if it would somehow get lawyers down your throat if you didn’t say it or for some odd reason think it’s cute.  But I think the reason this specific topic is really irates me in such as way because this is perpetrated by girls!  And don’t say it is not.  Because when boys have problems with characters, they make it into a vs. contest.  Or more accurate, a penis-sized contest.  It’s rather juvenile, but I think this lacks the venom than that bashing I’m ranting about does.  You are being vindictive witches, and yes, I’m making this also an issue and a fault.  Because oh gosh, this is a feminine thing.  And frankly, you are making a lot of others look so bad.

And yes, maybe this is useless.  Maybe this can be seen as a waste or something.  But I made a few people happy, and I made a few people stop and look and read, and I made a point here and got some people speaking.  And if I get one person to just pause and think, I am satisfied.  I think I’ve made all the points I need to.  I don’t think I need to really point fingers at anyone.

Except dvldiva.  Oh yah, your response deserves commenting.  I think you are the greatest example of my un-target audience.  Good for you and good for me.

Here’s my fun time.  Thank you for this opportunity.

I think it should be noted I’ve never watched the Covenant, so I’m not speaking about the Covenant so I can’t really comment about the Covenant.  I shouldn’t either way because I don’t know anything about the movie except it’s has some relation to the Salem witch trails and cars explode a lot in it.  I don’t know the characters.  But character bashing without good reason over there is just as bad as character bashing over here.  Just because someone else does something, doesn’t mean you should do it.

And I hope I inspire someone to write something like this.  I would love to see more of these about.  I’d love to see it spread.  It would be rewarding to me.

And second, this isn’t a challenge.  A challenge is I’m looking for a fight.  Does it look like I’m looking for a fight?  If I wanted a fight, I’d draw a picture of ugly snake ladies and say “The people I’m talking about.”  I’m not looking a fight.  I’m actually quite the pacifist.  I’m actually one of those people who let’s bad words roll off me and turn the other cheek.  I’m on of those people that if I find a bee in my house, I save the little critter and put it back outside.  I don’t do much to instigating violence or anything active for that matter.  But for some odd reason, this irks me.  So here is an express of this irksomeness.  And you are aloud to express your irksomeness if you want to.  I made a request for people to say, “I do not support bashing of good characters.”  Think along the lines of, “Make love, not war” kind of thinking.

But I think what makes me laugh to an extreme at your comment is one thing.  I probably wouldn’t have said anything except something you stated that I find oh-so-ironic.  I’m giggling right now.  I’ll build up a little.  See, like I state, I’m not some Kairi devout.  When I come on fanfiction.net to get my jolly’s late at night, I usually don’t go up to the character choose bar and put in her name.  You know who’s names I do, though.

I pause here for a moment, just to let everyone who has figured it out already have a laugh.

For those who don’t, which might be you dvldiva, here is the answer:  Roxas and Axel.  Oh yes, I am quite the big fan girl of that couples.  I don’t know why, maybe I like the though of a fifteen year old kicking the crap out of a bean-pole and some how leading to various situation.  Or I just like both character and their complex relationship developed yet hinted in the games and hope both get to keep their promise to one another.  Either way…no, I think what I just said up above is more then enough to explain any reasoning I’m getting to.  What were you saying I should go read and such?

I think I’ll end this little response to you right here.  I think I’m pretty much done, my sisters and my brothers.

One more thing, but this is because someone asked two questions.  To DarkDeSkull:  Please, use what you want.  And here it is here over here, slightly sponsered by my opinion person.

Thanks for the memories!

-Ghost writer

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To All Kingdom Hearts fans,

Before I comment and everything, I agree that maybe this wasn’t quite the right place I should put something like this over on fanfiction.net.  Maybe I should spend the rest of my time doing something else.  Maybe I should put this in other places.  Maybe I will.

But since I agree but like this, I think above everything else, I’ll do some quick bits of one-shots.  And just for some sort of irony, I’ll try not to include a certain female red-head in the story.  If you don’t want a rant, just read the story and I hope you get some cheap laughs from it.

---

(For funs sake, let’s say this continues in the same realm as my ‘Because, just Because.’  For some Trivia knowledge, this story was also called “Halloweenish.”  If you did not read ‘Because, just Because’ (which you probably didn't) you didn’t miss much.)

To say it was a dreary day on the world of Radiant Garden would be like saying it is dreary having one’s tongue stuck to a rail-road rail on a cold winter’s day when the candy-cane express was barreling down the line at around 90 miles an hour and was already close enough to strike the chosen spot where that pink muscle (and possible the face attached to it) was stuck to at around the same length of time it takes the reader finish this sentence.

Unfortunately, one cannot fix the weather by simply covering the tracks in warm saliva and throwing one’s self backwards as fast as one can.

True, the radiant sky stilled…radiated, but above it, black clouds cursed and moaned and shot out spastic bolts of energy here and there.  It could almost be a pretty site to observe.  It could also be the last site to observe.  It looked as if it was raining lightning.  It looked as if some of the sparks struck the same place twice.  Of course, this was a dramatization, but it was safe to say no resident wanted to be out and about right now.

This scene is not at any base or home or bailey, but instead to a little gazebo.  Yes, a little gazebo.  This white, marble gazebo has almost a roman look to it, with smooth pillars and a semi-circle roof with dips hear and there for design.  Had anyone bothered to hide under this place for shelter, they would see huddled up inside the roof like cute little cherubs, three little pixies.  Well, only two little pixies huddled together, the largest one comforting the smallest one.  The other, middle one floated just outside the shot of the torrents of downpour, keeping her wings fluttering.  Only when a particular nasty bout of wind blew inside did she fly up and seek safety under the dome roof.  At the same moment a burst of air filtered in, a rather loud sound, reminiscent of a giant sledge hammer smashing the ground, made the two hidden girls jump and shook the well-built gazebo.

The blonde one, with oh so many braid branching out from her head band, started whimpering more and did little chants to tell herself it was just a storm, just a storm.  The brunette one, with one eye blue and one eye green, cooed to the littlest pixie and held her close.  It was such an adorable site to behold.

Except the silver one, dressed head-to-toe in black, did not find it so cute.  She scuffed and said, “Baby.”

This caused the supposedly baby to glare an angry pout at the darker one, but another strong wave shook the ground.  She let out a wail and buried her fact against the other pixie’s neck with a quite plea of, “Yunie…”

‘Yunie’ was not pleased with the farther-off faerie.  “Paine, it’s not nice.  You know Rikku doesn’t like storms!  She can’t help it.”  She brushed her fingers against the tanned neck, a little afraid of sticking her hand against all those knots.

Paine merely scuffed.  She was forced to frowned as the wind whipped again around the pillars.  She decided to glide up and sit down next to the two others.  “I warned her.”  She commented flatly.

“But someone told me there was treasure here!”  Rikku tried to make for her defense, but a large flash of lightning had her cowering again.

Paine decided it would be more fun to hang upside-down, so she did so.  “It’s going to end soon, so you don’t have to keep acting like a baby.

Rikku pulled away from Yuna and glared at the other fairy.  “I am not a baby!”  A bolt ran around the sky, causing her to flinched, but she stood her ground and kept a little distance away from Yuna.  Paine smirked a little and made no more comments about the yellow female’s behavior.

Just as Paine predicted, the storm let up under fifteen minutes.  The birds came out and started chirping.  Various residence came out and started chirping with one another.  There was even a nice rainbow in the air.  With the lights dancing just below it, it was quite a wonderful sight.  Now, if it could help everyone ignore all the fallen debris, including the tree that fell across the bridge, or how half the roofs were missing on the new house development down town, maybe certain builders on a certain committee would not look ready to blow their tops.

Either way, a familiar troupe of three flew about, ignoring the post-catastrophic storm.  Rikku even played in a few puddles here and there.  But it was becoming a nice afternoon.  The three made it back to their base.  Well, their current base.  The last base was probably no longer safe, due to it possible being near that old bat, Malificent.  Their new base was actually in an old tower in the roof-top in the old castle (It was Malificent free now).  There was quite a many old things in iy.  Most would consider it junk, but the girls though it to be some ancient relics or treasure.

It was theirs, so they loved it.

Paine’s bed was on an old beat-up couch.  Rikku’s area was an old, large doll-house.  She designed it to suit her frame better by replacing plastic furniture with softer items and even found a little bed perfect for her.  But she decided to check for any mice that tried to breach their home.  Yuna’s spot varied, but her room was an old chest with clothing piled inside it.  It would have been a lovely chest, but there was a gapping hole in the top.  Yuna did not care:  She found it easier to tear out different outfits this way.  And sleep in it, too.

Everything in here was theirs.  They knew what was suppose to be in here.

“Oh no!”

This yowl came from Rikku.  At the moment, Paine had taking her spot on the couch and flipped through a book while Yuna had been looking at a mirror and trying on wooden jeweler.  But at the call, the two other’s stopped what they were doing and quickly called out, “Rikku!”  Both were quite ready to defend their friend if need be.

When they flew to the other side of the attic, Rikku looked to be in no danger, but who knew?  They had a heartless problem the other day and it took a while to get the little buggers out of their home.  Paine quickly took to the defense and scanned the area.  Yuna quickly went over to the blonde pixie.  “Rikku, what’s the matter?”  She flew about and looked around every inch of her.  It wasn’t too hard.  Not a lot of inches.  No wounds, either.

“It’s gone!”  The smallest of them all seemed to panic and waved her arms about.

Paine approached the other two, except she was hanging upside down.  “What’s gone?”  Her voice actually held a little lightness to it that clearly sounded like distress.

“That box I found last night!”  Rikku pointed to a blank spot on a coffee table that would have been a beautiful table, but was missing one leg and had a stack of old encyclopedias to keep it balance.  “The one with painted designs on it.  It’s gone.”

“You mean the one with the head in it?”  Paine asked questionable.

“Yaahh…”  Rikku slumped down on the table, looking at the blank spot.  “Oh…”

“Well…it was just a box with a head in it.”  Yuna tried to comfort.  “I mean, there will be other boxes.”

One could see little teardrops started to fall out of her green eyes, “Yah, but it was pretty and was hand painted and I liked it.”

Yuna quickly swooped down to comfort the crying girl.  Then she looked up.  “Wait…Rikku, did you move it?”

“Noooo…”

“And I didn’t move it…Paine, did you touch the box?”

“Nope.”  Came the simple reply.

“So this means-”

And al three girls called out at the same moment, “Trespassers!”

“Alright girls,”  Yuna began, motioning for Paine to join them at the table, “Someone has found our secret base.  We need to find out who it was, why they did it, and where they are.  Rikku.”  The girl in question stood at attention, “Go check if anything else is missing.”

“Gotcha!”

“Paine.”  The silver-haired pixie nodded, “See if you can find any clues as to who took the box.”  With the command issued, she shot herself around the room.  “I’ll check the roof for anything.  If only we could figure out how they got it!”  She states as she moved out of the gapping hole in the roof.

Will the girls every find out who crashed their headquarters?  Yes, they will.  But it is a surprise.  This will probably be continue some time, but do have ideas for this.  Just wait and see, everyone!

---

I’m kind of impressed about this.  With myself or others, I’m not sure.  But heck, having one hit would have make me happy.

So now we go into the replying to the reviews over at fanfiction.net.  Well, maybe not a total replying for every review.  I’m not gonna post a person’s name and give them a little comment here and there because I’m not really talking to a specific person; I’m talking to a lot of people.  So I shall speak as if I’m speaking to a lot of people.

I think this should be address first:  Kairi is not my favorite character in Kingdom Hearts.  She’s not one of my favorite female characters in all that is Video Game.  She’s not even one of my top five favorite heroines of all time.  So this is not me going out and trying to protect my idol or anything.  This is me saying enough is enough.

There is a point where someone really needs to say, ‘What is wrong with you people?’  I’ve gotten to that point and here I am saying, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?”  Maybe this would not be so annoying if I understood where you are coming from.  But I don’t.  I really, really, really don’t.

Like I just said, I’m not defending Kairi because I think her the best thing “evah.”  I don’t care if someone writes Kairi in a bad role.  I read a lovely one-shot where it was very heavily implied that Kairi was cheating on Sora and have a love-child from another man.  I enjoyed reading it.  This is not the point I’m trying to make.  Writing should be a fun thing and something everyone should enjoy.  I don’t care how you put Kairi in the story so long as it’s for the sake of the story.  NOT because YOU have a PROBLEM with the CHARACTER.

And maybe, maybe, maybe I would not be even saying anything about if people did not constantly say through these various mediums about how they think she is a bitch.  With no provoking, with no required foresight, with no need to do it.  And yes, maybe I am making a big deal out of something that I shouldn’t.  But frankly, so are some of the people.  I realize that she is a fictional character, but it’s like she isn’t.  “Oh, she’s so coming between Sora and Riku.”  NO, SHE REALLY ISN’T.  Because it’s not some teen drama you saw in school or anything.  This isn’t like Brittany is a bitch because she’s trying to split up Joshua and Jamie.  She’s not because she isn’t real.

So yah, maybe I really shouldn’t get into a rant about fictional characters, but if someone started posting “Minty off of My Little Ponies is a ho” quotes in various places, I think people might get a little upset by it.  This is not a rant about stopping someone from expressing themselves.  This is about people being jerks!  And I’m not saying that Kairi’s character is totally without flaw.  In fact, there is a lot in some aspects of the game that are flawed.  But there is a difference between saying how crappy your teachers car is, then actually taking the damn Louie-Ville slugger and busting out the tail-lights.

And maybe this bugs me more then it should.  This specific topic of constantly reading in various disclaimers as if it would somehow get lawyers down your throat if you didn’t say it or for some odd reason think it’s cute.  But I think the reason this specific topic is really irates me in such as way because this is perpetrated by girls!  And don’t say it is not.  Because when boys have problems with characters, they make it into a vs. contest.  Or more accurate, a penis-sized contest.  It’s rather juvenile, but I think this lacks the venom than that bashing I’m ranting about does.  You are being vindictive witches, and yes, I’m making this also an issue and a fault.  Because oh gosh, this is a feminine thing.  And frankly, you are making a lot of others look so bad.

And yes, maybe this is useless.  Maybe this can be seen as a waste or something.  But I made a few people happy, and I made a few people stop and look and read, and I made a point here and got some people speaking.  And if I get one person to just pause and think, I am satisfied.  I think I’ve made all the points I need to.  I don’t think I need to really point fingers at anyone.

Except dvldiva.  Oh yah, your response deserves commenting.  I think you are the greatest example of my un-target audience.  Good for you and good for me.

Here’s my fun time.  Thank you for this opportunity.

I think it should be noted I’ve never watched the Covenant, so I’m not speaking about the Covenant so I can’t really comment about the Covenant.  I shouldn’t either way because I don’t know anything about the movie except it’s has some relation to the Salem witch trails and cars explode a lot in it.  I don’t know the characters.  But character bashing without good reason over there is just as bad as character bashing over here.  Just because someone else does something, doesn’t mean you should do it.

And I hope I inspire someone to write something like this.  I would love to see more of these about.  I’d love to see it spread.  It would be rewarding to me.

And second, this isn’t a challenge.  A challenge is I’m looking for a fight.  Does it look like I’m looking for a fight?  If I wanted a fight, I’d draw a picture of ugly snake ladies and say “The people I’m talking about.”  I’m not looking a fight.  I’m actually quite the pacifist.  I’m actually one of those people who let’s bad words roll off me and turn the other cheek.  I’m on of those people that if I find a bee in my house, I save the little critter and put it back outside.  I don’t do much to instigating violence or anything active for that matter.  But for some odd reason, this irks me.  So here is an express of this irksomeness.  And you are aloud to express your irksomeness if you want to.  I made a request for people to say, “I do not support bashing of good characters.”  Think along the lines of, “Make love, not war” kind of thinking.

But I think what makes me laugh to an extreme at your comment is one thing.  I probably wouldn’t have said anything except something you stated that I find oh-so-ironic.  I’m giggling right now.  I’ll build up a little.  See, like I state, I’m not some Kairi devout.  When I come on fanfiction.net to get my jolly’s late at night, I usually don’t go up to the character choose bar and put in her name.  You know who’s names I do, though.

I pause here for a moment, just to let everyone who has figured it out already have a laugh.

For those who don’t, which might be you dvldiva, here is the answer:  Roxas and Axel.  Oh yes, I am quite the big fan girl of that couples.  I don’t know why, maybe I like the though of a fifteen year old kicking the crap out of a bean-pole and some how leading to various situation.  Or I just like both character and their complex relationship developed yet hinted in the games and hope both get to keep their promise to one another.  Either way…no, I think what I just said up above is more then enough to explain any reasoning I’m getting to.  What were you saying I should go read and such?

I think I’ll end this little response to you right here.  I think I’m pretty much done, my sisters and my brothers.

One more thing, but this is because someone asked two questions.  To DarkDeSkull:  Please, use what you want.  And here it is here over here, slightly sponsered by my opinion person.

Thanks for the memories!

-Ghost writer