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It was almost like a game of hide-and-seek all over again, and Sora - despite his best intentions - was getting just that little bit tired of it. One could only play this game so many times, after all.

He had taken off in his gummi ship earlier after handing the Heartless their asses on a platter - well technically it was a keyblade, but who was complaining? - to try and search for both Riku and Kairi; both of whom were probably searching for him as well.

When he realized that they were in Twilight Town as well, it was too late. Said town was sealed, and he'd had to get out of there as well. So here he was, with a little less than smooth landing in Traverse Town with no one he knew in sight.

That particular scenario was not alien to him at all; in fact, a strange sense of deja vu crept through him as he took in his surroundings and considered his next move. This was where he first came when Destiny Islands was under attack - so to speak - and this was where he'd first met Donald and Goofy, as well as Riku.

Pushing the reminiscent memories away for the time being, Sora shook his head. There were more important things to think about - like what the heck was going on, for one. And the most important agenda, where were his friends? Had they made it here safely?

Setting off at a brisk pace, the boy headed over to where Accessory shop was, keeping his eyes peeled for any familiar figures. Traverse Town was large, but he'd manage. Once he reached Cid's old shop, he'd decide on where to go from there, with only a single thought in mind.

Please be safe, Kairi. You too, Riku.

Huh. This was almost gonna be too easy. That musician kid was way too dumb to even be able to keep up with her speed, the smaller blonde looked pretty out there too, the sharp-tongued blonde annoyance was merely that, an annoyance, and well.... maybe the red-head had a chance. Maybe.

It was slim, but she may prove this particular lady wrong.

In that case, Six wouldn't give the poor girl a chance. The rest she might just take pity on, if they even started walking or even running. Though she expected that the mullet-head may just trip and fall if he tried to think and walk/run at the same time. Ha! Pathetic. The cattish smirk curled on her lips again as she dashed towards the clock tower, intent on sitting up there and filing her nails.

Yawn, and yawn again.

Kairi stood right behind the 3rd Distract door, ready to go off and look for the woman when she heard voices. Which she could idenify easily. Demyx was talking to Namine about something....and...there was another voice....

S-Sora!?!

Kairi had to be sure, she had to make sure it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her.

That cloaked woman could wait! This was more important! Kairi planted her hands firmly on the door and swung it open. She saw the boy talking with Demyx. Kairi couldn't believe it...after all the searching Riku and her did in Twilight Town...here he was.

Ironic.

She couldn't hold the excitment in any longer, she ran over to them with a big smile engraved on her face.

"SORA!"

This must have been a new record for finding Sora. In their old adventures, they'd meet up at the close of the journey and be seperate by something..somehow, but not this time. They found each other right away. All they had to do was get Riku in Radiant Garden and they would all be reunited.

Kairi decided to save the "Where were you?" questions for later, right now she just wanted to hug him to make sure he was really there.

"I missed you...." she smiled and let go, looking at the group of nobodies. then back at Sora.

"We're going to Radiant Garden, right? We'll forget about the cloaked woman for now?".

Sora had mentioned to her over the internet that he would take them to Radiant Garden with the others and forget about the cloaked woman. Kairi wasn't too sure about it, but then again....that woman couldn't hurt them.

It seemed like the best thing to do.

"I hate vacation."

Seifer kicked at a stone, sending it bouncing wildly down the cobblestone streets. If it hit anyone, he wouldn't have known; he had already turned away and started beating at a wall with his Struggle club. Why the hell did Mom and Dad want to take a trip HERE? Dammit, this place is so dull. The beach would have been a lot more fun.

After smacking the building for a few moments, he grudgingly admitted to himself the padded kiddie weapon wouldn't do any damage and walked away. Damn piece of s**t....Let's see if it works better on some little brats.

He pushed open the massive Second District door and sauntered into the bustling First District. Keeping his club at his side, he took a swing at any kid that looked younger and wimpier than he was. By the time he reached the Accessory Shop, he had already bruised up at least ten "brats" and was eyeing a group of junior high kids trying to act cool in front of the cafe. This is going to be fun...

"SORA!"

Seifer whipped around at the girl's scream. Sora was the name of a guy whom he had reluctantly given up his Struggle Tournament trophy to a few weeks ago, when the spiky-haired keyblader had succeeded in defeating a group of Nobodies that the older teen had lost too. Just the other day, they had met up again on-line. Although Seifer would rather not talk to anyone who had beat him in a fight, the fact the boy was in town and had a way out made him rethink his stance.

He craned his neck, looking for whomever had just screamed. The voice had come from the Third District door, where a group of four were standing. A few steps closer, and he could see just who was there. Sure enough, Sora was standing around with his key-shaped sword, along with a boy a little older than Seifer with perhaps the worst hairdo in all the worlds. Rounding off the quartet were two girls of about fifteen, both of whom seemed to be good friends of Sora.

All right, a way out AND hot girls. This vacation's getting even better. He sneaked up behind his target and whacked Sora on the back of the head with the padded side of his club. "Hey brat, I heard you have a way out of here."

His body barely rememebered to walk, much less get up and hurriedly run towards the group of people. Orange eyes watched as the group of people disappeared through the door. A deep thud came from his chest as something told him that those people were going to be somebody to help him understand what was going on. He stood up weakly, his legs shaking as he looked around. His bare foot took a timid step as he struggled to keep his balance. That balance was lost as he went careening down to the ground, his jacket fluttering off to the side revealing his thin, nude form. He gasped and shivered and went to retrieve his jacket, crawling over only to find himself face to face with a tiny, foot and a half tall shadow creature.

Heartless of the third district!

He let out a pathetic yelp of fear and grabbed his jacket, backing up. He couldn't run, didn't know what the creature was, and couldn't fight against it. Long arms shook as the man crawled backwards before trying to make it to the large wooden doors. He let out another cry of terror as the shadow followed him, though it was more in interest and confusion at his odd actions. He pressed up against the wooden doors before they opened behind him on their own accord. He fell backwards through them, his jacket getting caught as the doors shut. He turned to see the group of people not just a few steps away.

"Oh..." Came a small, wavering whine as he tugged on his jacket, hoping to free it from the door. He was cold for one, and now... They were staring. His body was too weak to fight and get the jacket back from the doors and so he simply knelt before the doors, his head bowed in shame as he tried to pretend like he wasn't there. His tanned hands still clung to the jacket though, still showing that he wanted it back.