Imaginary

A kid with blond spiky hair stepped into the vortex; this is what Nobodies wanted right? A chance to be whole again? But of the two pieces that fit together like a lucky charm, a third piece would never belong.

Xion a duplicate, a sham, a copy. She (if she was even female) didn't fit in. The memories she was made of belonged to Sora, but what about her memories. Her personality? Her existence? She was No i. Imaginary, and she was suspect to the fate that all imaginaries succumbed to.

She stood formless in a white void, only the occasional static to indicate change. But in this desperation there was something that allowed her to keep trying to find something real.

Out of the whiteness there was a sudden patch of gray. Xion rushed over to see if it was a way out. An elevator? Where did it lead? Anything was better than nothing.

The second the doors of the elevator closed she began to change. Solidifying into a form that was limp but solid. There was no mirror and Xion had no clue what was going on. Roxas was a somebody again so where that that leave her?

The door opened and she stumbled into the Spartan lobby of a near abandoned building. A red-cloaked winged man glanced at her. "A noise clever enough to use that elevator. Not something you see every day." A noise, what did that mean? Why did he have wings?

"Forget the cat. I'm right outside of our destination. Why won't you reapers just let me in?" The girl was red-haired, brown eyed and wearing a perfectly matched outfit. Xion had an uncanny feeling she had seen her before.

"No partner, no pass. I'm sorry but if you can't find someone to buddy up with you have a 0% chance of survival. Heck, you've been lucky that that pussy is the only noise that's showed up here today." The reaper responded.

"I've can't afford the time of looking around all of Shibuya. I have 3 minutes left, hoodie."

She really wanted to help her for some reason; at the very best she could explain what was going on. She wished hard that she could do something. A brief flash of light appeared engulfingXion and the girl.

"Oh look my reaper senses are tingling. Pact confirmed." Said the reaper.

"By who? I don't see anyone."

"Beats me, but can you spare the time to figure it out? T-minus 1 minute, babe?"

She dashed panicking past the reaper. Xion followed hoping for anyone who could explain what happened.

"Whew, timer's gone." She looked around and spotted Xion. "A cat noise. Pttf the reapers can't come up with something better than a walking plushie?"

A stuffed animal? What? Xion was hardly a stranger to transformations, but was she really a plushie of all things?

A reaper with a lollipop glanced at the girl, "Looks like the supports are slacking off. A player without a partner? Piece of cake."

Next to him stood a blond-haired woman "Who are you to talk about laziness? You've erased one player a week since you've started five years ago. Anyway kind of a shame. Two of a kind would double our points."

"I want to finish this as soon as possible. Let's go for a grunge wolf."

"If you insist loli." The female reaper replied.

In an instant Xion was thrown into a warped scene. It looked like the world that never was mixed with…um Twilight town . It looked like someone had taken a street, stripped it of all color and warped some the buildings for kicks.

"Not another fight, dang it. I can't even get away this time. "The girl's voice came from no source, almost as if it was in Xion's head. Before she could understand the nature of this phenomenon she got bit by a wolf that looked like some kid had done its fur up with spray paint."
She thought she was doomed. No way could she summon her keyblade. She was still trying to comprehend why she wasn't completely non-existent. Forget it Xion, you're a clone made out of memories, turned into a cat, and fighting a graffiti wolf. Just god-damn run.

She tried escaping but the wolf blocked her at every turn. She tried, desperately to hide behind a minivan, it was parked unfazed through all this madness. She should have known that wouldn't work, wolves weren't idiots. The wolf approached her. She desperately needed a weapon, her Keyblade was gone.

Suddenly a ring of thirteen keys appeared in her hands (paws?) . Instinctively she grabbed the red one scratching the wolf. The beast yelped and Xion noticed that wear the key had hit was now burning crimson. The flames began to spread every second the wolf was getting weaker. It vanished in a flash of white static.

"What? The noise? Partner? Keys? Wolves? What the hell!?" the red haired girl asked.

The orange haired reaper licked his sucker and said "Konishi, you report this to the officers. Tell them that something's up with Eri Tanaka."