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Nobodies are created
Born of darkness
Half-lives
Emotionless and impure
Or are they?
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Majestic, swirling darkness interrupted the otherwise tomb-like atmosphere of the Alter of Naught. The snake-like tendrils of darkness were wrapped tenderly around a small frame. The darkness slowly released its hold, setting the delicate figure on the ground tenderly. Then the darkness receded slowly from its delivery. When the small figure shifted slightly, the darkness seemed to be satisfied. Seconds later, the Alter of Naught had returned to its tomb-like silence, except for the quiet breaths of the petite blonde sleeping peacefully on the floor.
Pale hands met with tired eyes and rubbed gently, and a small yawn escaped from a not-so-small mouth. Getting up slowly, the blonde opened her eyes for the first time. The deep cerulean orbs scanned the gloomy scenery around her. Tossing her golden hair, she walked around, trying to remember.
Who am I? Where am I? Is there anyone else here? Am I all...alone?
She couldn't come up with an answer to any of her questions. She couldn't think of anything that had happened to her beyond waking up. Walking forward, she noticed steps going down towards another room. Deciding that exploring might bring back some type of memory, she set off down the white stairs.
Walking. She just kept walking from one strange location to another. While she was walking, she pondered what she was doing.
I need someone that can help me...tell me what's going on...
When she entered another room, she stopped suddenly. Another girl was at the opposite entrance. With deep brown hair and slightly tanned skin, she had a similar ragged outfit, except for a piece of dirty mauve cloth tied so that it covered her eyes.
"Who...are you?" the blonde asked, her voice shaking.
"Who am I? That's a question that I've been trying to answer since I got here. I can't seem to remember anything." the brunette answered.
"I'm having that same problem...I'm beginning to think that this is the start. This is where my life began...it's the only thing that makes sense to me" the blonde said, looking down.
"That makes sense...but it seems kinda...odd." the brunette responded, rubbing the back of her neck. "I mean...this place seems..."
"Familiar." The blonde finished for her.
"Yeah...it really does. Hey, I wonder what this room is called..."
"Proof of Existence." the blonde said quietly. Then she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
How did I know that...?
Suddenly, she had an idea of what she should do. She walked down towards the brunette, and then walked towards the end of the line
No. 11, No, 12, No. 13...
She stopped and looked at No. 13. The Key of Destiny. The only one that was still glowing a vibrant blue. Suddenly, a flash of blue light brought forth two new stones. These were both glowing a pure white. With a shaking hand, the blonde reached forward and touched the glowing pure white stone. In an instant, the white was replaced by a vibrant blue. And the blonde's dirty rags was replaced by a strange black outfit that fit her perfectly. She marveled at the feeling of strength she now had. She turned back to her proof of existence and gasped.
No. 14 The Raging Storm of Deceit
She looked at the brunette with wide eyes, and then nodded. She was surprised when she saw the brunette run towards the remaining white proof of existence. The brunette placed her hand eagerly against the white and then a flash of blue light brought on the same reaction as before. The brunette had on the same outfit as the blonde now, and her mauve rag had been replaced by a thick, long piece of beautiful silver cloth. The brunette smiled and looked down at her proof of existence.
No. 15 The Psyche Encroacher
The two looked at each other and nodded.
"So, we're in this together now, huh?" the brunette asked jokingly.
"Nah, I prefer to work alone." the blonde teased back.
The blonde looked at the red proofs all around her. Some were even cracked and broken in places. She felt almost...sad...when she looked at them.
"Do you think that red means...dead?" the blonde asked uncertainly.
"Well...I don't know...but I get the feeling that is what is means." the brunette answered.
"Wouldn't it be nice to have one of them around to help us out? I mean, I still don't know who I am or what I'm really doing..." the blonde said, looking downcast.
"Maybe...we can bring some back..." the brunette said quietly.
The brunette stopped suddenly in front of No. 9's proof. The Melodious Nocturne. She turned to the blonde, her expression slightly playful.
"I pick this one. Take your pick. The worst that can happen is having it not work, so I think I'm gonna do it."
The blonde looked about trying to pick out one that seemed the most appealing. She stopped as well, right to the left of the brunette.
No. 8. The Flurry of Dancing Flames...
"I pick this one." the blonde said, looking determined.
Both girls turned to face one another and began to chant. They did not know how they knew the chant that they were both performing, but they apparently knew it well. Both were saying the same thing at the same time. They looked at each other in confusion, but continued to chant. Then they simultaneously turned to the proofs they were in front of. Both placed their hands onto the red stones in front of them, and were shocked when their hands passed through. A larger hand grabbed each smaller one gently. Both girls pulled, and were excited to see a person emerging from each proof. With a final tug from each girl, two larger figures toppled out of the proofs and onto the girls pulling them out.
The blonde looked up into the bright green eyes just inches away from her own. He looked slightly surprised and confused. Below his mesmerizing green eyes were purple triangle tattoos that she found quite beautiful. Suddenly it registered that he was still on top of her, and it seemed to register to him too. He jumped up suddenly and turned away to hide his blush. When he regained his composure, he turned and looked at the blonde who had given him a second chance at life.
"Thank you...um...hey, what's your name?" the redhead asked.
"Um, I was kinda hoping you could help me out with that one..." the blonde answered nervously.
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The brunette could feel the pressure on her. She knew that the person she pulled had fallen on her, but she didn't know who it was or what he or she looked like. For the first time, she felt curious as to why she was blindfolded. She didn't know it, but so was he. Gently, he started to pull down the sliver blindfold. Hazel eyes met with blue-green for only an instant.
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She saw him there, fighting a boy with spiky brown hair. The boy seemed to be winning. Suddenly, the blonde dropped to his knees and placed his hands on his head, yelling out something she couldn't hear. He vanished into darkness, and then, she heard the spiky brunette's words ringing in her ears.
"Anyone from the Organization who'd like to be next?"
She turned her head to the side, unable to watch. Then she heard another voice.
"Hey, Sora! Don't antagonize them!"
Sora. Sora. The name kept ringing in her ears. She shut her eyes, unable to take anymore.
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"Whoa, what happened?" she heard someone ask.
The brunette realized that she was back. She also realized where she had gone. His memories. Now she knew that she had the power to access people's thoughts, fears, and memories. She could also use her gift to discover when someone was telling the truth or lying, just by accessing their thoughts. A useful talent.
"Oh, I don't know," she said hastily, pulling her sliver blindfold back over her eyes. "I brought you back and then----"
She stopped suddenly when she found herself in a tight embrace.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!" he said, grinning wildly. "I'm so...happy..." he broke off, looking confused. "I'm...happy?"
"Well, I would be too if I was you." the brunette said.
"No...no this is...I actually feel happy! I didn't think that we could feel!" He jumped up off of her and ran around excitedly.
"What do you mean,' you didn't think you could feel'?" she asked curiously as she started to get up.
Suddenly, he stopped running around. "Don't you know anything about who you are?" he asked uncertainly.
"Apparently not. I don't even know my name...I was hoping you could explain things..." she said softly.
"This could take a while..." he said looking exasperated. "So I might as well start off with my name. I'm Demyx. And you...well...why don't you pick the first name that pops into your head."
"Nyxsuru." she said confidently, then looked slightly confused.
"Haha, surprised at how easy it was? That's a pretty name. I think it will suit you just fine. Now, let's start wi--AXEL!!!!!"
Demyx noticed Axel standing a few feet away, and took off and tackled the startled redhead. "Axel, you're back too! This is great!" Demyx said excitedly.
"Wow, you're slow, Demyx I noticed you there a long time ago. You just looked a little busy talking to that little brunette." Axel said, getting up and dusting himself off.
"Who's that?" Demyx asked, gesturing towards the blonde girl.
"Oh, she's the one who brought me back. She hasn't picked out a name yet." Axel responded.
"Hi, I'm Gabontrix!" the blue-eyed blonde said with a smile, contradicting Axel's previous statement. "Nice to meet you, Demyx."
"And I'm Nyxsuru!" the brunette said, joining the three. "Nice to meet you, Axel."
"Axel, they don't know any--"
"I'm aware. That's why we need to explain things. But not here. We need a place to live in, and I'm sick of this world." Axel said, rubbing the back of his head.
"How about the old abandoned mansion in Twilight Town? We can fix it up, and we won't be bothered there." Demyx suggested.
"Sounds good to me. Ladies?" Axel asked politely.
"Sounds good to me too." Nyxsuru said happily.
"Lead the way!" Gabontrix said enthusiastically.
Axel opened up a darkness portal. "Right this way."
Gabontrix and Nyxsuru looked slightly wary of the dark portals; nonetheless they walked in hesitantly, followed by Demyx and Axel.
This explaining thing is sure gonna take a while...
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Cloud: Well, there's the first chapter.
Kairi: Please review. This is our first KH fanfic and we need something to tell us if we are doing okay or not.
Cloud: Updates may be slow, but the more reviews we have, the faster we type (wink wink)
Kairi: Oh, and if you are confused by the summary, this fanfic didn't start out as one. It was an aim conversation gone mad. And it evolved into this.
Cloud: We're pretty much insane like that.
Kairi: Remember, review please!
