Sector $, Part 5₽: Sheila Schnee

Sector J Beach

In a realm that was naught but darkness, the world was divided in two: land and sea. Marching across the scorched sand was Chris Uno, his half-naked body in flames as his muscles burned like the valleys of a volcano. Parallel to him was the sea, which froze under the feet of Weiss Schnee, a tall and beautiful maiden whose white two-piece swimwear was fit with see-through veils. The Fire Prince and the Snow Princess came face to face at the line where their two worlds met… with Chris having to look up at the taller girl.

Weiss performed a graceful twirl and kick, but Chris grabbed her ankle and threw her aloft with an aggressive demeanor. Weiss did majestic whirls in the air before landing softly on her feet, swiftly dodging Chris's fireballs. She skied around and raised icicles from the sand, slowly closing in on Chris. The boy leapt high, fist aflame, and punched the ground with an explosion that blew the icicles apart. He formed flaming swords and ran to slice at Weiss' legs, but she nimbly flipped and kicked down at his head, only for him to grab her ankle, swing her around, and into the ground.

However, she quickly froze the ground and slid, escaping Chris's grip and kicking him off his feet. The boy bounced on his hand, shooting a flame to propel him up high, and spinning in a Fire Tornado. Weiss threw her arms up to create an ice shield, and by the time Chris burned through, she was sliding 'cross the beach in a snaking fashion. Chris blasted to her with Rocket Boost, and Weiss squatted her long legs to duck him, but Chris quickly stopped and kicked fire back at her. Weiss flipped it, and then Chris grabbed her hands from behind, and they began to dance with each other as red and white embers lit the stage.

When they broke apart, Weiss twirled and summoned a greater white flame, and Chris aggressively stomped the ground and erupted a red flame. Weiss whipped her sword at him, and Chris punched his fist, the two flames of Fire and Ice colliding.

The world lit up and revealed a circle that was half-fire and half-ice. "And that's how Hailfire Island was born." Weiss said. The many operatives in attendance applauded as Chris and Weiss bowed.

"Brr-r-r-r-r!" Sheila shivered. "Ah you two done? You made the beach all cold!"

"So, that was the Song of Ice and Fire, huh?" Chris said. "I enjoyed that more than I thought I would."

"It was as beautiful as the actual dance!" Meloetta spoke in pure awe, twirling with the Ocarina of Time in hand. "And even better with Diwata blocking out the sun! The God of Sun and Snow, an epic battle to decide the Law of Seasons! YOU TWO WERE PERFECT FOR THE ROLES!"

"That's nice of you to say." Weiss smiled, walking across the icy part of the circle. "Well, I'm going for a dip. Feel free to join me."

"Hey, don't you know it's illegal for icebenders to get in water?" Chris joked, walking over the fiery part.

"Yeah, but none are as cool as I am." Weiss laughed, jumping in the ocean with Chris following.

"Those two sure are getting along great." Mocha said, sitting cross-legged on the beach with Maddy on her lap. "Hope you don't get jealous, Maddy."

"Hey, I believe boys and girls can be good friends while still having other boyfriends and girlfriends. Besides, she's too old for him."

"Cieeeeelll!" Carol called from the water. While everyone else was soaking in the ocean, Ciel remained under the shade of an umbrella, wearing a dark-green shirt and shorts. "The water's great! Don't be a shady pirate, join us!"

"No thank you. I don't swim." Ciel replied, his eye closed.

Raleigh stepped up to him and said, "Come on, Ciel, no normal kid sits in the shade and wears a shirt on the beach!" He grabbed Ciel's arm and tried to drag him. "At least stick your feet in, come on!"

"Let me go, damn you!" Ciel struggled. "Water is cold, I don't want to get sick!"

"Ha ha ha! Boys will be boys." Weiss laughed.

"Hey, Weiss, does the water feel a bit warm to you?" Chris asked, the water bubbling around him.

"Hehe yes, it is, actually. Better cool it down." Weiss used her ice to counter his heat and make it steam.

"Hm hm hm hm!" Melody giggled at them, swimming in a further part of the ocean. "Oh! Hey, Manaphy."

Her child uncle surfaced. "Ya, Mela?"

"Wanna do something fun?" She whispered into his ear.

"Ha ha ha! You got it, Melody!" The Sea Prince dove under and quietly snuck up on the two. The antennas in his blue hair brimmed red as streams were about to connect Chris and Weiss.

"FOIN'LY!" Sheila popped up between the two, startling them. "Whites, it was a beauty of a show an' all, but ya made the beach so cold! We're supposed to be gettin' warm, you know."

Manaphy's beams connected Sheila and Weiss. "PHYYYY!" The Heart Swap switched the souls of the two girls. "Tee hee! Catch me if you caaaaan!" The Sea Prince happily swam to the horizon.

"Manaphy, you got the wrong one!" Melody shouted.

Sheila and Weiss shook their heads and looked at each other. "WAAAAAAH!"

"'ey, why am Oi staring at meself?!" Sheila shouted in Weiss' voice, adding her own Australian touch.

"Why don't I have EARS?!" Weiss felt the sides of Sheila's head. "Wait, they're up HERE?!"

"PLAH HA HA HA!" Chris laughed. "The Heart Swap! CLASSIC!"

The operatives swam to the shore in order to better process their new forms. "Holy smokes." Sheila said, studying Weiss' slender form. "I'm taller, but I feel WAY lighter!"

"You wear your casual clothes when you go swimming?!" Weiss asked, tugging on the sticky wet clothes. "And this shirt is three years old! ! The arms can't fit through the sleeves!"

"'ey, that's how me mum wears it."

"This is hysterical!" Pacifica laughed. "The classic rich girl and poor girl switcheroo!"

"Numbuh Allowance?" The group turned as Cheren approached them. "I hate to interrupt your fun, Weiss, but… last night, I received a letter from your father. He wants you to take me to meet him."

"Uh, Cheren, we've actually got a situation." Weiss said.

"What is it, Sheila?"

One recap later: "I see… Well, that makes this a bit more complicated."

Melody swam up on shore. "Hate to break this to you, but Manaphy pretty much high-finned it away from here. Until we get him back in range, you two are stuck that way."

"'Guess Weiss' father is gonna have to wait." Carol figured.

"Ugh. Look, I wanna have this meeting as soon as possible." Cheren said. "I know Weiss' father is a Corporate President, so I wanna see what this is about."

"I can't let my father see me like this!" Weiss shouted.

"Why not? Somethin' wrong with bein' a Sheila?" Sheila cocked Weiss' brow.

"No! It's just… embarrassing."

"Look, let's just all go together." Carol said. "Sheila can pretend to be Weiss and Sheila—I mean, Weiss can come, too."

"I think I'll tag along as well." Chris said. "The last time my bro went to meet a Corporate President, he ended up turning into a toy. Plus, I couldn't just leave two of my lady friends in such an awkward situation!" Chris patted Weiss and Sheila's switched shoulders. "Melody, since this is clearly your fault, you go catch your uncle."

"You're just jealous 'cause you wanted to be in Weiss' body." Melody remarked before returning to the sea.

"Well, since we're going to another party, we better go back to the treehouse and wash up." Carol figured.

"Good idea." Sheila said. "This two-piece is way too tight. It's gonna leave indents in me."

"Sigh… This is going to be a nightmare." Weiss sighed.

Sector $ Treehouse

Weiss helped Sheila comb her hair and fix her ponytail in the preferred position. "Blimey, why do you need all this hair, anyway? If it were me, I'd chop this ponytail right off."

"Well, you AREN'T you right now, and FYI, being you isn't a dream come true. Your body smells like it hasn't bathed for days."

"'ey, I bathe every day! I just get messy real quick 'cause I like me exercise."

"Then why do I feel heavier than in my normal body?"

"'Cause I like EATING! Heck, I'm a right bit hungry right now. I'm gonna fill this belly up big when we get to the party."

"DON'T you dare! You have to stay in character, and that means acting like a proper lady. Speaking of which, I have to get dressed myself. Carol, can I borrow one of your dresses? Nothing I have is gonna fit this body."

"Are you implying I'm as fat as Sheila?" Carol called from outside.

"No, but you two are the same age, so you're the best chance at having fitting clothes."

"Hold on, hold on." Sheila turned to face her borrowed body. "If I 'ave to act like a proper lady, YOU gotta be more like me! You ain't wearin' any fancy getup, nothin' but the shirt under your arms, the shorts on your itchy bum, and my 27th pair of sandals. (Estimate, anyway.) And if you don't, I'm gonna tear this dress off and jump around on all the tables!"

"You wouldn't DARE!"

"'ey, I ain't comfy in this getup, so you might as well be uncomfy, too. Besides, ain't this what you always wanted?" Sheila smirked.

"To be a smelly half-raccoon hybrid, no."

"Nuh-uh. You know I have your memories when I'm in your body. I even know what you daydream about." Weiss looked at herself curiously. "The reason you wear this ponytail to the right is 'cause it breaks your perfect symmetry. You like bein' a rebel and you like it when your daddy gets embarrassed. And you daydream about stripping naked and kicking over all the tables in his party. 'Long as you're in my body, you can act like the most improper lady in town, and no one will ever know."

A smile formed on Sheila's face, although the wonder in her eyes was that of Weiss. "Well, in that case… NO BATH FOR ME!"

"THAT'S the spirit, mate!"

Iceberg Gala

The S.U.P.E.R.-C.O.O.L.-B.U.S. landed outside the camouflaged gala and the eight kids stepped out. "F-f-f-f-f-f!" Weiss immediately began to shudder in Sheila's body. Not only was her clothing light and still damp, but her Light Chi was doing nothing to warm her.

"Hehehe. Feelin' a bit chilly in the tootsies, eh?" Sheila snickered in Weiss' voice. "And I don't feel a thing! 'Guess bein' a icebender has its advantages."

The gala was once again filled with guests, the Corporate Presidents (sans Gruntilda) seated at the highest table. Mom shuddered, "Jacques, I'm sick of freezing my ass off in here. Why do you keep making us meet in this ice cream parlor?"

"I'll treat you to a spa treatment afterwards, Mom. Is the live stream ready to begin?"

"Yeah yeah, it is." A holographic screen projected from Mom's eye. "Ready when you are." The screen retracted.

"Excellent." Jacques smirked. "We just need to lead him into saying things that put him in a negative light to the public. And by live streaming it, the proof will be set in stone."

"Shouldn't be that difficult." Doffy Jr. said. "The Kids Next Door are more arrogant than they appear."

"Ah, there he is. Mom, start recording. Everyone, our guest of honor has arrived!" Everyone looked as Cheren and his operatives entered the gala, yet no one else seemed to care.

"Weiss" led them up to the presidents as Jacques stood to shake Cheren's hand. "Cheren Uno, what a pleasure to meet you. Oh, and I see that you brought… guests." He looked particularly detested at Sheila.

"Pbbbbllllth!" Weiss blew a raspberry at him. She enjoyed seeing the frustration on his face.

"So did you! Ha ha!" Cheren grinned. "…Hey, Doflamingo."

"Hello, old friend." Doffy rocked his drink in his hand. "Long time, no see."

"Hi to you, too, Mom!" Cheren smiled at the woman. "Need me to assassinate anyone?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Well, Weiss, why don't you show the others to the kids' tables? Unless Mr. Phantomhive would like to join us?"

"I'll be fine with my team, thank you." Ciel said. "But don't think of trying anything with our leader."

"Oh, wouldn't dream of it." Jacques instructed Cheren to sit in the open seat across from the presidents.

As Mom was recording the stream, millions of people were already beginning to watch it. These included the members of the Galactic Council, such as a green-haired Mobian dog woman; intergalactic KND operatives, such as Midoriya's team, Sector LN, and Cheren's own operatives. Just as well, in the darkness, the stream was viewed by four infamous pirates and their crews.

"Mr. Uno, I'm so glad you agreed to meet with us." Cheren began to eat the soup laid out for him, enjoying the taste and quickly eating more (le foreshadows). "The reason we called you here is because… well, as you know, the Kids Next Door and Corporate Presidents are on rather… uneven terms. But you must understand, we were only acting under the orders of the World Leaders. Since the World Government has been abolished, perhaps it is time we start anew."

"That so?" Cheren said before swallowing a spoonful. "Mmm, not a bad idea."

"Yes. After all, we do share the same goals: we delight in helping people. We want what's best for everyone. And that being said… we wanted to discuss a few concerns."

Cheren was currently chugging down a can of soda. The people on stream were commenting, 'He ain't one for manners, is he?' 'Shouldn't that soda be exploding?' and 'Lol you chug that soda bro!' (That last person had Aurora Uno's picture.) Cheren took a breath and replied, "What kind?"

"Well, some people feel that… the Kids Next Door has too much power. And, considering that you shrunk the planets, hwell," Jacques chuckled, "it's fair to understand why that is."

"Ha ha, Nebula always did enjoy playing the role of goddess. But if anyone was gonna protect us, it was her. So, what else you got to eat?"

"Sigh, we'll get a menu."

Meanwhile, Ciel, Raleigh, Carol, and Pacifica shared a table while Weiss, Sheila, and Chris shared one with Weiss' brother, Whitley. "So, Weiss, these are the friends you made in the Kids Next Door. How… interesting."

"'ey, don't you know who these people are?" Sheila asked. "This here's Sheila the Sunny Fist, the legendary pirate that defeated three Emperors!" Weiss gave an awkward smile and waved, hoping Whitley wouldn't see through them. "And that's my—I mean, HER mate, Chris Uno!"

"So, who're you?" Chris asked.

"Ahem: I'm Whitley Schnee, the youngest child. And somebody has picked up quite a mouth in her time in the KND." He looked at "Weiss" snarkily. "Now, where is that waiter?"

"Sorry I'm late, fellas." An impish, chubby waitress that was clearly Roger the Alien in a wig came up. "My name's Geraldine Vasvinsky, what can I get for you?"

"That's quite alright, Miss, I'll be taking their orders this evening." Sebastian said.

"Who the hell are you stealin' mah job?"

"I happen to be their personal butler and it would do me discomfort if I did not serve them something nutritious."

"What, is it because I'm a woman, you think I can't cook anything like you fancy butlers can?"

"Ho ho, you are clearly not a woman. In fact, I could swear I have seen you before."

"Oh, that's how you wanna play, huh?" Roger's bulbous eyes met Sebastian's sharp, devilish eyes. "Let's settle this in a wait-off!"

"Do whatever you wish," Ciel said, "as long as we get our food posthaste."

"That's how I work best." Sebastian zipped off, and within a minute's notice returned with exotic dishes.

Sheila was served a Snow Steak, suited for icebenders. She was about to pick it up and chomp it, but- "Ahem." Weiss coughed, holding a knife and fork. Sheila sighed and picked up her knife, trying to cut her steak. …The knife failed to pierce it, so she began to aggressively stab it, crumbs flying off. "Don't you know how to use a knife?" Weiss whispered.

"No, and I certainly don't intend to learn now. You cut it." She passed it to Weiss.

"Honestly." Weiss cut the steak into pieces. She glanced up at Whitley, who had been staring confusedly at the interaction.

"So, uh, Whitley, are you an icebender, too?" Chris asked.

"No, unfortunately. Only women inherit icebending in this family. My sisters, our mother, all the way up to our distant ancestor, Araea."

"Wow, that sucks. So, you have another sister?"

"Yes, Winter. She joined GUN against our father's orders. And now Weiss is in the KND. 'Guess that makes me the only good kid left, huh?"

"Yeh, well, I just hope you're nice to your big sister." Weiss said with a wink.

"I don't need a filthy animal to tell me that."

"'ey now, that ain't a very nice thing to say." Sheila glared. "Apologize to Captain Sheila."

Whitley chortled, "I can't believe YOU of all people are sticking up for a Faunus, Weiss. Don't you remember when that rogue bunch attacked our mansion seven years ago? You were outraged. Said you wanted the whole species extinct."

"Eh heh." Sheila laughed uncomfortably. "I'm sure I would remember saying something like THAT! I…" She frowned, looking away. In fact, she did remember saying that. Not her, exactly, but…

Weiss looked concerned. "Ahem, well, even if she did, that was all in the past, wasn't it? I mean, why would we be such good buddies if she had a problem with Faunus, eh?" She reached up and put an arm around her body's shoulder.

"Ahem, Weiss, dear?" Jacques called. "Perhaps you would like to liven things up with one of your lovely songs?"

"Strewth, I'll sing a song! I mean, that sounds most eloquent indeed." Sheila replied in a proper tone, Weiss sighing. She stepped up on the central stage, but nobody but the KND paid mind to her. "Ahem: YOHOHOHOOOO, yo ho ho hooooo! Yohohohooooo, yo ho ho hooooo!" Everyone else whipped in her direction. Jacques and Whitley were flabbergasted, for Weiss would normally sing far more beautiful and majestic songs than that. As Sheila repeated the verse, her teammates were trying to retain their laughter. Weiss, on the other hand, wanted to shrink in embarrassment.

"Gather up all of the crew, it's time to ship out Binks' brew. Sea wind blows, to where, who knows? The waves will be our guide." Sheila danced bouncily on Weiss' long legs. "O'er across the ocean's tide. Rays of sunsh—IIIINE!" She slipped and fell over, the audience laughing. "Grrrr! Bloody high-heels!" Sheila yanked her shoes off. "Whoever invented these should be sued! No normal person walks on their tippy-toes. Ahem, rays of sunshine far and wide. Birds they sing, of cheerful things, in circles passing by!" She resumed her dance barefoot.

"Mr. Uno, I'm terribly sorry." Jacques said. "My daughter's songs are usually far more-"

"Ha ha ha! What's wrong with it, this is fun!" Cheren swayed his fingers like a conductor's baton.

Mom checked the stream, and they were reading, 'This just got entertaining!' 'Schnee's daughter's a pirate! !' along with 'Hi mommy.'

An embarrassed Weiss began to cut her Snow Bunny Blueberry Pie… but remembering she was in Sheila's body, she ditched the knife and wolfed down the dessert in her bare hands. "Ohh, now there's blue jelly all over my hands. Sigh, I'm gonna use the bathroom. …Possibly until the song's done."

Whitley turned to see the Faunus leave. Glaring at her, he decided to follow.

Once Weiss finished washing Sheila's hands, she stared into the mirror for a bit. She lifted her bangs to confirm the absence of human ears, then she brought her tail around in front of her. It felt weird to tug on it. She then opened her mouth and saw fangs in the back of Sheila's mouth. Her raccoon ear twitched, hearing footsteps outside. Yes, hearing was certainly different, too.

Weiss exited the bathroom and countered, "W-Whitley…"

"Hello, um… Sheila, was it? Forgive me, but I need to know something."

"S-Sure… what is it?" Her heart began racing slightly. It was embarrassing for her little brother to be taller than her.

"Just who do you expect to fool with this little charade?"

"Ch-Ch-Charade?!" Weiss began laughing anxiously. "I dunno what you're talking about!"

"I'm talking about this so-called 'friendship' you have with Weiss. My sister would never associate with the likes of you."

"Heh, and why is THAT?"

"Our family is attacked by Faunus and Mobians alike on a regular basis. Weiss may be a rebellious one, but she values our family name and our business. She would rather see you lot drown in the slums. The only reason she is befriending you is to make herself look open-minded and gain acclaim."

"UH!" Weiss gave a very earnest scoff. "Well, I FOR ONE, don't like you trying to turn me against my new friend! I mean, mate! For a brother, you sure ain't very supportive!"

"For your information, my father hates Faunus more than she does. My concern is that he'll actually BUY this charade and punish Weiss."

"I bet you would LOVE to see that. She tells me all about how you try to get the best of her, how you're her father's favorite!"

"And did she tell you that every time she's away, he hits me in the head if I slack off on my homework?! Or when I gave a piece of bread to a little mouse Faunus, HE STARVED ME FOR A WEEK?!"

Weiss felt the greatest tug in her heart, the anger in her brother's eyes sincere. Whitley quickly caught on to his tone and recomposed. "F-Forget I said that. My point is, Father has been very lenient with his daughters, and because of that, they've assumed too much freedom. I'm the last hope he's got for a decent child. But it's only a matter of time before he's pushed too far. I don't want you to be the cause of that."

Weiss was mentally glued to the floor, watching her brother leave. Her little raccoon ears drooped.

At this time, Sheila finished singing her favorite song, leaving most of the party-goers dumbfounded. "Ha ha ha! Gotta hand it to your daughter, Mr. Schnee, she knows how to start a party!" Cheren said.

"Heh heh, yes… So, about what I was saying before…" Jacques said.

"About the KND having too much power? I mean, a lot of my operatives are pretty strong, sure, but that isn't our fault. The reason we trained ourselves so much is because our enemies were really powerful, too. If we weren't so powerful, we couldn't have protected everyone."

"True, but think about those that aren't powerful. We mean no offense, it's just that some people feel… challenged by your organization. In fact, they come to us, our loyal customers, wondering if the KND would take over our businesses. After all, it's in their nature to raise their weapons at any adult that sweeps their path."

"That's not true! The KND protects kids AND adults from people who try to hurt them."

"And what do you consider to be 'hurting people'?"

"I don't know… Destroying planets, kidnappers, dictators… businessmen who use their power to oppress others?" He cocked a brow.

"Ho ho ho. Cheren, when a group of people have as much power and influence as you all have, they will start to convince their selves that their way is the law, and that's what our customers are afraid of. With that said, I would like to make a proposal: allow us Corporate Presidents to command a fraction of your organization."

"What?! Why would I do that?"

"Simple, really: to balance our military powers. Even we cannot deny how exceptional your operatives are, nor can anyone else. People are afraid that, if you decided to conquer the universe, no one could stop you. But if you gave some of your operatives to us, our two organizations could be equals. We could watch over you, you could watch over us, and we would prevent each other from assuming too much power. Not that I believe you would ever go that far." Jacques chuckled. "But it would certainly put everyone's minds at ease."

"Yeah, put YOUR minds at ease! Sorry, but the answer's no."

Jacques glanced at Mom, then at Cheren. The stream's comments were reading, 'Ooo sassy,' 'What was he expecting him to say?' 'A snot-nosed kid down to the bone.' "What are you saying?" Jacques asked, hands folded. "That you can't trust us adults?"

"No, I'm saying that my operatives aren't products that I would trade like a businessman. They mean everything to me, and we've been through too much for me to just trim them down."

"Ho ho. Surely, you have SOME operatives you could endure without. You have hundreds of sectors, yet we only hear a handful of them getting recognition. Wouldn't your job as a Supreme Leader be so much easier if you had less to deal with?"

"Every sector's town gets attacked by villains almost every day or so. Even if they're small threats, all my operatives play their part in protecting the world."

"But that's what our mission is, too! Whether under our control or yours, the world is still in safe hands. Besides, it would not benefit you if people feared your growing organization. You would be making them happier by giving operatives to us, don't you agree?"

"You wanna talk about making people happier? Okay. Did the Corporate Presidents save that girl from the cursed art gallery?" Cheren asked with rising aggression.

"Er… what girl?"

"Did you guys save that sick town that ANOTHER Corporate President was torturing? Did you guys save that one girl who was enslaved by her father?" Doffy Jr. grit his teeth at this. "Did you bring that one girl out of her mental coma and get her to smile?!"

"So you LIKE saving girls, GET TO THE POINT!!" Mom bellowed.

"Mom, please!"

"That's what the Kids Next Door does, whether people like it or not. We aren't trying to oppress or conquer anyone, we just want to make life easier for everyone. And before you say, 'But everyone will be happier if you cut down your numbers bleh bleh bleh,' I really don't care what people think. As long as villains aren't building a giant death cannon or turning everyone into a single gender, then people can be happy. And if none of that stuff is happening, we're just gonna live like normal people do. We're gonna keep doing things our way. If you'd like to be allies, we'd be happy to accept, but you're not getting any of my operatives."

The comments read, 'You can't argue with that,' 'Them's true words, eh?' (came from Marine), as well as, 'Cheren is so cool!'

"Ha ha ha!" Nagisa laughed, his friends watching the stream at Sector J. "I tell ya, when Cheren gets serious, you can't beat him. Huh, guys?"

However, Index's eye was drawn to something else: a flock of golden butterflies seemed to be amassing around Cheren, providing a very warm and guiding light. Yet, no one else was able to see them. Index smiled. Hmmm… the Rukh sure seem to like him.

"That's a load of bullcrap!" Doflamingo stomped up to Cheren. "Your ways are trash and you know it! You KND think you're all about justice, the 'high and mighty' defenders of the universe. Sure, you may have helped people who were crying and begging for it, but if someone doesn't see things YOUR way, or someone you classify as a villain, you won't give a damn if they're dead or dying!"

"Doffy, if this is about your father, his death was an accident."

"I'm glad you brought that up, because let's talk about them for a second: my father and his killer, Mr. York. You went to Mr. York's funeral because he was a hero. But when my father died, you weren't there to pay your respects, you were celebrating your birthday, celebrating your victory, and other sh**. You see yourself as a Beacon of Light and Justice, ignoring people in the darkness like us!"

"That's not true! I was there, Doffy! I was there for your father's funeral. …I had Vweeb shrink me and hide in Sugar's ear." He blushed. "I was afraid to show myself at the time because…"

"Because, why?"

"…Because Mr. York didn't kill Doflamingo, Sr.. It was me."

The party had undergone a dead silence. Doffy Jr. became as blank as a statue. "…It was my Demon State. When I get really angry, I used to go on a rampage and had no idea what I was doing. If I was in control, I would've stopped myself and arrested him properly. You think I only see myself as a Beacon of Justice? Well, I'm not. I'm no hero."

". . . . . Hnhnhnhnhn hehehehehahahahaha!" Doffy plopped his head on the table and banged it. "You MUST be bluffing! No person would be STUPID enough to admit to a murder," he took off his glasses and looked Cheren in the eye, "right in front of the victim's son." There was pure malice in his pupils.

"Well, I did. And… I'm sorry."

Jacques glanced at Mom, hoping she was still recording, then said in a light tone, "I must say, that is quite a shocking revelation."

"Alright, look," Chris spoke up, walking up on the platform, "before everyone gangs up on Cheren, let's recap all the bad things Doflamingo did. Enslaved Minish, enslaved his own daughter, turned people into toys while erasing everyone's memories of their existence; and Cheren was one of them! I mean, if someone tried to erase any of YOU from existence," he turned to the party-goers, "wouldn't you be pretty pissed off?! Hell, if I knew what was going on, I might've gone up and killed Doflamingo myself!"

"ME, TOO!" Sheila yelled.

"WEISS!" Jacques shouted.

"Er, I mean, I wouldn't wanna forget you either, Dad! I love you!"

"DON'T try to turn this against my father!" Doffy Jr. stated. "Fine! He was a criminal, but you killed him out of blind rage! It's only fair that YOU get punished as well! Mr. York was never condemned because he was viewed as a hero. But you can make up for HIS mistake as well. So, Cheren?! How do you plan to make up for it? No more having your friends stick up for you, no more having the world defend you. I want TRUE justice!"

"…" Cheren stood and embraced Doflamingo in a hug. Again, the young president was struck frozen. "All I can do is learn from my mistake and keep moving forward. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. …And I would like to welcome you back to the KND."

The people watching the stream either felt fuzzy or strongly mixed feelings. Mom was seeing comments like 'Awwwww,' 'We forgive you, Cheren,' 'He's gonna say no,' or 'Introducing Ultra Fizz, only $2.99! PLEASE DON'T SPAM ME!'

Doflamingo pushed him off. "Do you seriously think I'm just gonna forgive you with a few cheesy words and a HUG?!"

"No, I don't. I feel terrible for what I did, but I'm not gonna let it torture me. If you ever killed anyone, you would hate yourself, too. But if you wanna kill me anyway, do it right now if it'll make you happy."

The chat was reading, 'Hey we all make mistakes,' 'I'm with Cheren, I mean if I was in his shoes,' and 'Didn't Doflamingo come back as a zombie? All he did was try to kill Mrs. Uno, didn't try to find his son or nothin'.'

Doffy formed a sword out of strings and raised it. "… … …Forget it." He retracted the strings. "I give up. No matter how much I hate you, I can't deny… you're sincere in your words. And I wouldn't look much like a man if I killed you here. But I still don't forgive you, and I'm not rejoining the KND either. I may not have a father anymore, but I still have a family: the Noah's Ark Circus. They were in need of help, too. And together, we'll help more people that the KND has neglected."

The streamers started commenting, 'AWWWWW,' 'Doffy you softy!' and 'This is boring! When's the Australian German girl gonna sing again?!'

"Then I wish you the best of luck." Cheren smiled.

"Yeah. I'm going home." Doffy began to leave.

Cheren drew his sword and sliced the strings he had attached to him. "Nice try!"

"HEY! MUSTACHE FACE!" Sheila's voice bellowed across the room. The young raccoon marched up to the table in a rage.

"My dear, is something troubling-"

"YES there is!" Weiss hopped onto the table, looking down at her father. "What do you have against Mobians, anyway?! Calling them filth, saying we should go extinct!"

"Where on EARTH did you hear such an outrageous lie?!"

"I snuck me a look at your daughter's diary. Apparently, you and her LOVE talkin' trash about us. WELL, OUR FRIENDSHIP IS OVER, you stupid dingo!" She shouted at Sheila.

Said girl scratched her borrowed white hair in confusion. "Why am I yelling like that?"

"But you know what, if you all weren't being so nasty to the Mobians, then maybe they wouldn't attack you!" Weiss resumed at her father. The chat was saying, 'Is this true?' 'That's one angry sheila,' 'Awww I'm sure Weiss didn't mean it.' "Did you ever think of that?"

"I bear no ill will toward the Mobians, only the ones that were antagonizing us."

"Well, Weiss' diary says differently. You two think they're better off as slaves like the animals they are. You'd like to find all the hybrids like me and cut off our animal limbs, don't ya?! Well, Big Boy?!" Weiss grabbed her father's collar. "YA GONNA CUT ME TAIL OFF?!"

"I'll cut your tongue out FIRST, you filthy animal! !" Jacques shouted, grabbing Sheila's arms. The operatives gasped, glaring at the president, while Sheila's anger was brimming in Weiss' eyes.

Weiss' own anger triggered an instinct in Sheila's mind, and she pulled back her right fist, imbued it with light, and PUNCHED! Everyone was raving as Jacques flew across the diner and SMASHED Sector $'s table. He was out cold with a fist-shaped dent in the side of his head.

Sheila tried to restrain her excitement. Weiss turned to her next, smirked, and raised her fist threateningly. "Hehe!" Sheila grinned and winked. "WAAAAAAAHHH!" She fled from the diner in the fakest fashion ever.

"…Uh… Mom?" Ted Wassanasong finally spoke. "Are you still recording?" The woman flinched. Indeed, the chat was going wild.

GET WRECKED, SCHNEE

Boycott Schnee!!

Racist prick!

Sheila's my girl!

Faunus pride!!

Sheila is best girl!

Wreck that sucker! …Damn autocorrect.

Shoulda kicked him in the nards!

The Superbian kids, Avalaran kids, and the Earthican kids were cheering. The pirates were laughing hysterically, especially a certain crocodile. The Mobian dog woman smiled and nodded in approval.

"Eh heh heh! I think it's time to go." Cheren said.

Sector J

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The swapped girls were laughing on the sand. "Admit it, Whites, you enjoyed being me after all!"

"Heeheehee, you're right, Sheila, I guess I did!"

"Hehehe! …Still, none of that stuff was actually true, was it? I mean, the parts about you?"

"Uhh… some of it… may have been. But I don't think that anymore, I don't hate Mobians or Faunus, really, I-"

"Calm down, Whites, I 'ave your memories, remember? I know you're a sweetie inside, hehe!"

"Heheh… Thanks, Sheila."

"Good NEEEEEWWWS!" Melody called, stepping up with Manaphy in her arms.

"You're just in time, Mel! Hurry up and fix this, mess!" Chris said.

"You heard him, Manaphy."

"Okay, Mela! PHYYYYY!" Manaphy connected Weiss and Sheila once more and swapped them back to normal.

"Sigh… Thank goodness." Weiss sighed.

"I missed me old rags!" Sheila hugged herself. "Well, it's been a real hoot, Whites, but I got adventuring to get back to. See ya 'round!"

"Likewise, Sheila!" Weiss waved.

"Wait a second, where's Sebastian?" Ciel asked.

Iceberg Gala

The nobles were fleeing as the frozen restaurant began to melt in its waterfalls. The ovens had been working nonstop as Sebastian and Roger's cook-off was reaching its climax. "It's YOUR fault my comedic side-plot was cut!"

"Your existence was highly irrelevant."

"I'LL MAKE YOU IRRELEVANT!" Roger began to duel him with spatula vs. spatula.