Roxas wandered through the dark corridor aimlessly, looking at all of the different worlds he could visit. There were some he still had yet to explore but for the most part, he had been to them all. The Heartless seemed to like particular worlds more than others, so he tended to go back to those ones more often.
But there was one door he'd never been through. It looked like it led to a forest, perpetually in the rain. It piqued his curiosity to say the least, but he was always wary of jumping into random worlds without at least letting either Axel or Xion know where he was going. He wanted to go back to the Grey Room and tell somebody, but it was his day off and both Xion and Axel were off on missions. This might have been his only chance to check it out for a long while.
So, without further thought, he went through the door. His feet squished in the wet ground and he looked up into the drizzling clouds. He had never understood why some worlds, like Twilight Town, were in a stasis. No matter how many times he had looked through the door, it had always been raining. Today was no exception.
He jerked his black hood up and shoved his hands into his pockets. He hoped that perhaps the weather would change even as he knew it wouldn't. With that in his mind, he trudged along the road until he came across a house.
The thing was huge and white, with a wraparound porch and elegant trimmings. It looked like something out of a fairytale. Even as Roxas reminded himself that he saw buildings like this on a regular basis, he couldn't help but feel a bit impressed.
He approached slowly, planning to knock on the door and meet the locals. Maybe they would be friendly. Most people of other worlds generally were. It was one of the reasons he liked travelling so much. He did as he had planned and waited for someone to open the door.
He heard a flurry of movement inside before the door swung open to reveal a woman of average height with bright copper curls and large brown eyes. She was willowy and pale, with a face full of innocence, but something else that he couldn't detect. Upon seeing him, she inhaled and her eyes widened in what looked like delight. She grinned.
"Hi! Who are you?" she asked with a voice like a bell.
Roxas pulled off his hood so that she could see his face as well. Plus, he was protected by the roof over the porch so he didn't need it much anyway.
"I'm Roxas," he answered with a smile. She certainly was pleasant. "What's your name?"
"I'm Renesmee." She looked like she wanted to reach out and touch him but pulled back. "Why don't you come inside for a few minutes; it looks like the rain is picking up." As if on cue, the rain grew louder and heavier.
"Thanks," Roxas accepted graciously and slid past her in the door. Inside was all bland white furniture, which was strangely disappointing to him. He was bored with white from where he lived. He loved the vibrant green outside and wished silently that it had come in the house with him.
"Mo-om!" the girl, Renesmee, called out as she pranced ahead of him into what looked like a living room. "We have a visitor!"
One by one, more people flowed into the room with the strange grace that Roxas had come to associate with only nobodies. Maybe they were other nobodies, members, or former members of Organization XIII. He wasn't ruling that possibility out.
A young looking brunette leaned over and conversed almost silently with Renesmee. Roxas could barely pick out any words beyond Renesmee telling the other girl "But I like him."
Suddenly, there was an uneasy feeling spreading through Roxas. He wanted to return to HQ. To Axel. But he had the suspicion that he wouldn't make it more than two steps toward the door before they caught him.
An older looking woman with honey brown hair entered the room with a tray filled with food and drink. "Are you hungry? It's been so long since we've had guests."
Roxas stood as she set down the plate. "Um, no, no thank you... I-I actually forgot that I have to meet someone else." He gestured behind him even though there was nothing there but a window. He just had to get out of sight of these people, whoever they were, to open the dark corridor again.
"Are you sure?" the honey-haired woman asked with a small frown. "Here, just have one cookie for the road."
Roxas accepted the cookie, not wanting to feel rude, and thanked her. They all backed out of his way as he headed to the door and he frowned. These people were odd, odder than any he'd ever met before. When he got outside, he took a bite of the cookie and chewed slowly while he contemplated going into the rain to get to the shelter of the trees before opening the corridor, or just doing it here. The cookie had a strange taste to it, but he told himself that it was just the food of this world.
Deciding that the now heavier rain wasn't letting up anytime soon, he flipped his hood back up and finished the cookie. He hopped down the steps and took a few steps toward the forest. But his feet felt heavy. And his head was full of cotton. The forest blurred in front of him, becoming a swirling mass of greens and browns. Roxas collapsed.