Xion wondered through the white landscape, searching for a sign, a landmark, anything that might remind her of who she was. All she could remember was a blond-haired boy, staring at her with fear and sadness written on his face. She knew he was someone important to her, but nothing else. "Who are you?" she asked. The emptiness didn't answer, of course, but it did change. A white creature came out of nowhere, running off. "Wait!"
Hearing her, the creature turned, and Xion realized it was shorter than her. It wore a strange, grey helmet, with six slits for it to see out of. It wore a white jumpsuit with very long sleeves, ending with small, black hands. The hands quickly grabbed the swords around his waist, ready for battle. Xion backed away slowly, saying, "I don't want to fight. I just want to know were I am." The creature relaxed, saying in a gruff voice, "This is the Realm of Nothingness. How did you come to be here?
"I don't know. Is there a way out?"
The creature nodded. "Yes. Follow me." He walked off, and the whiteness, or rather, nothingness shimmered and he disappeared. Xion ran after him, and suddenly she was in a city. It was completely empty, and the only source of light was the neon signs on the buildings, and the glow of the moon above. Strangely enough, it was heart-shaped. Ignoring this, the creature walked toward the nearby castle. It was complete white, with strange,
heart-like symbols on it. It made Xion uneasy, but she didn't know why. Running after her guide, she asked, "Who lives in that castle?"
He replied, "The Organization. I'm taking you to meet them." A memory flashed through her, one of men (and one woman) in black cloaks like hers. She couldn't remember any names, but she knew that they were evil. She stopped, so did the creature. "I'm not going back there!"
The creature sighed. "Well, I know my Superiors have ordered me to capture or kill anyone seen wearing our coat. If you won't come willingly, then I will have to destroy you." He unsheathed his swords, slashing at Xion so fast she could barely see it, much less dodge his attack. She braced herself for the end… which didn't come. A flash of light blinded the creature, making him miss. The light shined all around her, but quickly changed into a weapon. It seemed familiar, as though she had used it all her life. What confused her was the blade, or the lack of one; it ended in a giant key. The creature gasped. "The Keyblade!" He seemed scared, but he attacked anyway, trying to cut off her head. Xion easily blocked him, moving faster than she thought possible. She stuck in return, only to be stopped by his sword. Undaunted, she slashed relentlessly, pummeling his defenses. Finally, his swords broke under the stress, and Xion pinned him to a wall.
"Alright. Tell me what you know about the Organization. What do they want with me?" The creature didn't seem worried at all, but he answered anyway. "The Organization seeks Kingdom Hearts, so that we Nobodies may have our own hearts. In order to do that, we needed a Keyblade wielder, like yourself. We had only two: Roxas and you, Xion. However, both of you left the Organization for some reason, and from what heard, the two of you fought, and Roxas won." Xion didn't really understand this. His words seemed to be the truth, but who was this Roxas? Surely not the boy she remembered. She knew that he was a friend, but from the sound of it, this Roxas seemed to be her enemy. "So, who are you?" The "Nobody", as he called himself, chuckled. "I am one of the Samurai Nobodies, servants of Roxas, at least until he left. Now we specifically serve our leader, Xemnas."
"I meant you name."
"None of the lesser Nobodies, like me, remember our names. Only our Superiors remember their true names."
"What! You can't remember your past either?" At that point, a blue fireball flew at them. Xion managed to dodge it, but the Samurai wasn't so lucky. The ball exploded, destroying him completely. Xion looked for it's source, seeing a boy in a black cloak, with silver hair and a eerie sword. The sword's blade looked like a bat wing, and the pommel looked like a blue eye. Seeing Xion, the boy snarled and leaped at her. Xion blocked his first attack, and the two struggled for a moment, until both of them jumped back, waiting the other to strike first. Xion vaguely remembered someone like him, but he was wearing a blindfold. The boy glared at her in hate. Hesitantly, she asked, "Are you… Roxas?" The boy sighed dismally. "No. You couldn't be more wrong. I don't have a name."
Xion gasped. "Just like that Samurai! You work for the Organization, don't you!" The boy looked bewildered. "Wait, you're not with the Organization?" He relaxed, and his sword disappeared. Xion relaxed, and her Keyblade did the same. "So, why are you here?" the boy asked. Xion told him all she knew and remembered. The boy sighed again. "Well, I don't know the person you searching for, and I never met Roxas either."
He went on to tell her about his past: He is a Replica of the Keyblade wielder Riku, created by the Organization member, Vexen. He didn't know why he was made, other than to be a pawn in the Organization's plans. He also fought the real Riku, and lost. He thought he had died, but then he woke up here, on The World That Never Was. He didn't know how he got here, but he quickly realized that this was where the Organization lived, and that he could get revenge on them for what they had done. The problem was that he couldn't get into their castle, so he was destroying lesser Nobodies in hopes of drawing them out, where he could fight them. "I don't think I could beat them on my own, though. Do you think you could help me, Xion?" While he was explaining this, Xion was trying to figure out what to call him. Riku… Replica… "Well, I'm sure I can help you, Repliku." The boy froze. "What did you call me?" Xion grinned. "Well, you're a Replica who's based off of Riku, so the name seemed right." The boy, now Repliku, sputtered angrily. "You're not calling me that! Any name is better than that!"
Xion kept grinning. "Well, I have to call you something so… how about Susan?" The boy, now Susan, groaned. "Fine. You can call me…" he shuddered. "Repliku. Now, come on. I'll take us somewhere safe." A dark portal opened up in front of him, and they walked in.
A man in a black cloak watched all of this, and disappeared into his own portal, hurrying to report to his master.