ONESHOT about Roxas' experience about being ripped away from all he owned. I did this because I was sick of typing my other chapter for The XemANas Files. Please review, dearies!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, basic reason of the main scenario, or by other means of any rights or entitlements to Kingdom Hearts from SquareEnix

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It was so cold. So dark. So lonely. To eliminate this nothingness was all to be needed to release the ever shocking pain of despair. If only there was a hope of the will to convert to a cleansed sanctuary once more. But it was no longer safe. He was now outside the firewall of empathy of an innocent mind. He was alone now. Left and forgotten, to the midst of the mind and almost entirely erased. It took great will to come and try again head-on, and see if he could pass the obstacle of this sudden change.

But it would not leave him unscarred. Yet, no good fortune would come of idling. His eyes snapped open, cognizant of his entire body aching. There was a mist of curiosity of what specter lay ahead. It was certain that a concurring mind would be able to depict the essence of this bleak world, but he was unable to do so. Taking a gander around, ever so slowly, willing to move; with every joint aching; yearning for a more superior status, trying to make recognition of any existence that was stationed there, finding none.

Nothing. He was delimited to it. The unbearable chains that made this transpire pined him down. It minimized his hope, filling all the blank spots of his being with nothing. Ever still, he lay, seeing nothing, and slowly loosing the grip on life. Like water it slipped through his lumbering fingers, going to an awkward direct of ascending rather than descending. No, he was sinking down, all his emotions floating away from him like down feathers. Lost in this forever abyss, losing all that he had to hold onto; his being, mind, and leaving it at the last stop.

Where, oh he ponders, was this one-way train going? Why was the departure made so? When would be the arrival, and when he gets there, what would he have left? His eternal sentiments where the fuel, and they could not last forever. It must stop. Only a petite amount remained.

A single thought breezed his mind, no, a whisper so delicate to his ears of a single object; being…no, a name. Soft and light where the words that formed this designation, and light was a thing of beauty in this contrasted world. It started…with a "K…" But even it soon faded away as did all.

And then it all stopped. So abrupt was he forced away from everything he had ever accomplished, all being ripped from his being, and until a glow from his chest illuminated this obscurity of bleakness, his sentiment diminishing along with this glow, this…heart.

He wanted to cry out as of pain, yet naught words did come to him. Aloft was his fortitude to leave him bitter and tender in this still wind of desolation.

And as to leave him an empty shell to be as trash to be deposed, it was all deceased. The last thing he saw for this trice was a pool of water as which he was to fall into…