Darkness pulled Riku, but he couldn't fight it. It pulled him down, but for the most part he was just flouting in darkness, as far as the eye could see, not even a speck of light. However he wasn't scared, but more… sad. He was young, not even a week old, and he was already dead. Though he didn't want to die, be dead, whatever he was now. He might be a fake, but he could still feel with his fake heart. He knew what he wanted, just like real people, he had emotions; sadness, anger, desire.

But life wasn't fair, was it?

He never got a chance. Nobodies did, the Organization XIII was why there are heartless and nobodies and they had chances! So why did he have to suffer for their misdoing?

There really wasn't anything real about him was there? From his heart to the memories inside it, there was nothing that wasn't a copy of someone else's. Sora's fake memories... why, then, did they feel so real to him? Likely because he didn't have any of his own and no grounds to contrast real from fake.

But there was something that belonged to him, that even though he shared with the nobodies, it was still his without having to be someone else's first. It was a dream, a wish rather: To become real. An easy thing to see, if anyone even tried to talk to him even for a moment, they would see it.

Being taken by this darkness was something of a dream come true, after all, the darkness wouldn't take a puppet if the heart wasn't real. With that thought he willed his eyes to open, after an arduous fight, he won. He was able to open his eyes. Looking aroud, however, he found that even with them he couldn't see anything, not even his hands in front of his face.

"So this must be true darkness," he said to himself. He had some control before, but Riku knew that true darkness could never be controlled. It had a mind of its own, just like real light. Still knowing that he was in true darkness, it disturbed him. If he was dead then wouldn't his mind be gone? If he was dead, then why did he still have his body, he could still feel his physical being. Every whisk of his hair brushing his cheek, his legs holding his body upright, now that his feet were on some form of ground, and his eyes moving looking for anything that could be seen.

The puppet knew that he still lived. He didn't know if he should be joyful for that he still lived, nor should he be sad. For there was nothing for a copy to live for. The more he thought about it, the happier he became. This was one step to becoming real. He didn't know how he would do it, but he knew that he would try.

"I have to get out of here, where ever here is…" he promised to himself. It wasn't long before he finally did see something, a speck of light. He started to run, and run. But no matter how fast he was nor for how long he ran, it never came closer. Riku almost cried out in anguish. Was this someone's idea of a joke?

"Hello Riku." Said a voice.

His eyes darted around as he attempted to locate where the voice had come from. He never would have thought that the light was a person, much less that which he once fought for. Fake memories poured into his mind, and at last when he got his voice to work he said, "Naminé... What? But… Didn't I fade or whatever happens to puppets?"

"No," Replied Naminé, "Sora stopped that process"

"Sora?"

"I don't understand it either. But when he stopped you from fading…he made you half real."

He gave her a look like he didn't believe her. She sighed, and took his hand. His face went red, but she didn't seem to notice as she placed it on his chest. "Do you feel that?" She asked softly. At first there was nothing and he was about to ask what this was about, when he did feel something. It was almost not even there. A heart beat, a real heart beat. Warmth filed his chest.

"What do you mean by half real?" He inquired.

"Sora is only human, what he did, he shouldn't have been able to do. Like I said before I don't understand it. But I do know that because of it, if you let me, I could make you a normal life. With real people, on a world that doesn't know heartless or darkness yet."

"Whats the catch?"

"First, all the memories you have most of them are fake, and so I would take them back."

"And secondly?"

"The heartless will follow you. I would like to send you somewhere they would never find, but that's not possible, if I know of it, then the heartless can find it. The heartless can find worlds that have anyone that holds darkness in their heart. But there are many, many different worlds. With the world I plan to send you, they will have to go though many. It would take years for them to make it to you."

He looked at her, there was only truth in her eyes. He could see that she was sad but he couldn't say what about. It was either became someone different or fade to darkness. Both Sora and Naminé did so much for him, could he really throw it away? The heartless would come anyway. Maybe he could help that world that he would become a part of. Maybe he could save those people or at least some of them. It was better than nothing.

"One more thing," said Naminé, "I can't tell you it, the worlds forbid me, but I can get you a real weapon. "

"A keyblade?"

"I can't tell, but no, it's better than that, for half a person at least." A tear ran down her cheek, "This is good bye."

And that was all he knew.

I hope it that it wasn't that bad.

I'm changing ages here,

Sora, Kairi are going to be 10 at the start of Kingdom Hearts, Riku 11.

So that means Sam and Danny are 11 when he gets his powers.

Please tell me what you think, really what you think. The good, the bad, should I start over, was it to short, did I move it to fast. All that staff, I need to know.

R&R!