Weeks turned into months, Summer changed from Autumn and Autumn to Winter in the majority of the worlds. Daisuke, Kyo and Roxas still lived in Twilight Town, though things weren't the same without Xion. Dai wasn't as playful as he had been before, now spending much of his time training. Kyo was quieter now than she used to be, but she would would now spend her time either reading or training. Roxas had, with Minato and Malik's help, took care of them and trained with them.
Things were not all bad though. Malik and his wife, Elwing had found their missing daughters, Kyoko and Yumi... Well, more like the twin girls had found their parents. The four spent most of their time at their villa in Radiant Garden, enjoying the peace. Minato continued his duties as Dragon King, taking time to visit with his sisters and helping Roxas when the Nobody needed it.
Christmas was only a few weeks away, and Malik had invited Minato, Roxas, Kyo, and Daisuke to spend the week of the holiday at the villa, thinking that the best way to spend the holiday season was to be together with family. He, Elwing, and his daughters were busy cleaning out the unused rooms for their extended family members when he sensed a presence that had been missing since summer. "Xion..." He whispered.
Roxas had been having dreams of Xion's return for the past week. Each one was the same, Xion waking up in a dark world before being surrounded by what looked like Organization members. The only one who showed his face was Saix. The sight of the blue-haired man always made the blond wake up, angry at first, but his anger would fade into worry. {What if Saix finds her first...?}
Calling up Minato, the Nobody briefly described his dream to him before asking if he could watch the kids while he checked out a few worlds. As usual, Minato agreed, showing up later in the day. "Thanks Minato.." Roxas said after saying good-bye to the kids. "Bring her home.." Was all Minato replied with as Roxas opened a dark corridor and grabbed his coat, throwing it on before walking through.
A raven haired woman was laying unconscious in an empty, frozen road. She was wearing black jeans and a dark purple top with a warm black jacket over it. Slowly, she opened her eyes and sat up, wincing as she moved due to a dull pain in her left shoulder. The woman looked around and slowly stood up, ignoring the pain as she realized that she couldn't remember anything. {Where am I?... Who am I?...} She mentally asked herself as she started walking through the empty, snow covered city in hopes to trigger some sort of memory.
The woman hadn't been wandering for long when a large black portal opened up in front of her. Instinctively taking a couple steps back, she watched as eight cloaked figures walked out and stood in front of her. "Number XIV..." A vaguely familiar voice mused, triggering several small memories to flash in her mind of a time when she wore the same coat the people in front of her. "Who... Who are you...?" She hesitantly asked. "Poppet doesn't remember who we are?" A different voice asked.
Instinct was screaming at the woman to flee from the cloaked figures. She somehow knew them, and they weren't friends. Rather than wait around for someone to tell her how she knew them, she instantly turned around and dashed away from them. The two cloaked figures that had spoke dashed after her, leaving the other six to wait for their capture of the Memory being.
One of the figures appeared in front of her, forcing her to stop, allowing the other to catch up. "Number XIV, stop this nonsense and return with us." The man behind her demanded as he roughly grabbed her arm, instantly sending her into a panic. "Stay away!" She shouted as sudden waves of light erupted from her, forcing both figures at incredible speeds into the walls of the surrounding buildings.
In her hand after the light had faded, was a large blue and silver key. She only had time to glance at it as the one who had grabbed her got up, his hood pulled back to show a man with golden eyes, blue hair, and an x-shaped scar on his face as well as a snarl that sent shivers down her spine. "You shouldn't have done that," He spat as he summoned a claymore. Once again, rather than fight, she turned tail and ran. Growling in anger, the blue-haired man gave chase.
After what felt like an hour, the woman had lost her pursuer by ducking in and out of buildings and allies. Allowing herself a small break to catch her breath, she ducked into another ally and hid behind an empty dumpster. It seemed that everything was empty here. She closed her eyes and sat down, placing her giant key on the ground next to her, cold and exhausted, forgetting about her tracks in the snow.
Not far from where she was resting, a dark corridor opened up and a spiky blond haired man, wearing one of the same black Organization coats, stepped through. He looked around the empty City That Never Was and noticed the tracks in the snow. "Xion..?" He called out loud as he slowly approached the ally.
Her eyes snapped open as she heard the male's voice, and realizing her mistake, she grabbed her key and stood up. She glared and pointed it at the man, causing him to come to a halt. This one seemed different compared to the other cloaked people she had encountered, but she didn't dare take a risk and trust him. "Who are you?" The Raven haired woman demanded.
Roxas was shocked. He knew that he had found his Xion, but she acted like she had never met him before. Worse than that, she was treating him as an enemy. "Xion.. It's me, Roxas.. Don't you rembember me..?" He asked her, his blue eyes showing pain. How could she not remember the person who has known her the longest..?
Xion hesitated as some memories flooded her mind. Ice cream on a tower. Warm, tropical ocean waters... A fight. When had she fought him..? The last memory caused Xion to growl a little before making her choice and rushing at the blond.
The Nobody summoned his own keyblade just in time to block Xion's attack. "Xion! Stop it!" He exclaimed, jumping back. The woman ignored his calls and rushed at him again, forcing them both out into the open. Roxas realized that the only way to get her to stop would be to disarm her, so reluctantly he fought back, trying to force her weapon out of her hand without hurting her. As they fought, he noticed that she refused to use her left arm for much of anything, reminding him that there were still other people here besides the two.
Xion was exhausting quickly as she fought the blond, but she couldn't give in. As the two fought, a third person appeared, causing Xion and Roxas to back away from each other. "Number XIII... Roxas..." The blue-haired man glared. "Saix!" Roxas growled at the other man. "What have you done to her?!" He demanded.
"My name is Isa, and I have done nothing to it.. Unlike what I am going to do to you!" He snarled as he charged at Roxas. Xion moved away from the fighting tow, more confused now than she had been before. {They.. They're fighting..? Aren't they on the same side..?} She shook her head and ran away from the warring people, opening a corridor in front of her to anywhere.
Xion fell to her hands and knees when she reached the other side of the corridor. Tears fell from her face as she stared at the ground. More flashes of the blond entered her mind. She and Roxas watching the stars, holding hands with him. A kiss... "Who am I...?" She shakily whispered.
