This is the revamped version of my first Fanfic story about how Roxas came to the Organization. The first chapter is actually more of an intro, but I put a lot more into it than the last version. Enjoy, and whether you hate it, love it, or have even a slight feeling of interest please review and tell me what you think! Once again, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I place no claim to ownership of characters, symbols, or any other of Disney or Square's property.

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"A Keyblade that can unlock people's hearts; I wonder…" Sora picked up Riku's dark weapon by the handle, holding it up to inspect it.

"Sora?" Donald looked at the teenager skeptically. He knew that the boy couldn't be considering using the Keyblade for himself. Riku's words rang in the magician's head again:

"Kairi's heart rests within you!" Sora shot his allies one last cornball smile. He turned the dark Keyblade around, holding the point toward his chest. He hesitated only for a second, and then plunged the blade into his heart. Sora's hands fell to his side as Kairi's heart drifted out of his chest and back into the seventh Princess of Heart. The Keyblade floated away from Sora before breaking apart under the force of light in Kairi's heart. The broken weapon separated into the six captive hearts that formed it, and they floated back to the Princesses, one by one.

"SORA!" Donald and Goofy ran toward the Keyblade wielder, and Kairi awoke in time to see Sora disappear into darkness. She stared upward, hands outstretched; waiting for some sign that he would come back.

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Sora fell into the darkness. He floated through the endless dark, alone, until his heart could bear no more. He raced back toward the light, against the pull of darkness. He tried so hard to reach the light that his heart tore free of him, leaving his body and soul in between light and dark. His heart returned to the light, and that light created a physical being out of the connection that he and Kairi shared, and as she held him he became real again. But his body and soul stayed in limbo, lost betwixt light and dark, forsaken by both. He had lost his heart, his memories, his emotions; all that he loved meant nothing to this new persona. As he drifted through the Plain of Naught, on the edge of nothingness, he tried to remember who he was, but his image of himself did not come. He concentrated on his name: He could visualize the letters, but they were out of order, they made no sense. It annoyed him that he could not think of his own name. He would know if only he were not in this empty nothingness! Nothingness; as if all existence had been crossed out. X-ed out…

That was it-an x was missing. His name: R…o…Roxas….Roxas…