A/N: Originally my first entry for LJ's KH Drabble community, challenge [276]: Breaking Barriers.
Clear blue eyes widened visibly, as a quiet gasp echoed through the blinding white room. The sound was barely more than a whisper and yet, it seemed like the crack of a whip, filling the space.
"Whoa. What's this?" she whispered, clearly in awe at her newfound discovery.
Sweat started forming on Naminé's forehead, again. This time, however, she was far too preoccupied with her new task to wipe it away. After all, putting someone's real memories back in their head the way they were wasn't something you did every day.
In fact, this was the very first time she was doing this. The blonde girl had done the opposite, though; implanting fake memories in Sora's head, but that was so much different from this task.
Restoring memories was like rearranging the letters of an incredibly lengthy word; one wrong move, one miscalculation (or losing focus) and the results could be fatal. Literally.
Finding those memories was even harder than reforming them. It was like trying to catch water by making a cup of her hands. The water would just seep out of the blonde's hands every time she tried to touch the surface in order to enter it and shape it the way she wanted.
This meant that she had to dig deeper and deeper every time she failed in order to be able to grab any memory at all. Something told her that catching fish with her bare hands would be easier than this.
And that was when, out of the blue, something strange happened…
Her slim, pale face contorted in pain when her mind seemed to run into something that was harder than the hardest stone. It disorientated her for a moment, to the point where she almost lost the catch.
It was as though she had collided with an invisible barrier, located underwater. A wall that she'd managed to break down without ever being aware of the fact that it was there in the first place. Talk about dumb luck.
Suddenly, Naminé found herself bathing in the warmest light she had ever felt. One that made her toes curl in pure delight. She knew (although she wasn't completely sure how she knew this) that she was in… someone else's thoughts?
As absurd as that sounded, the layers upon layers of memories that she entered, proved that her suspicions were true.
She had read about reincarnation in one of the books that Zexion, another member of the Organization, had given her, but this... She knew that this was… something else.
Sora really was a friendly boy and his heart was in a good place. That much was obvious. The memories of this other boy, however, almost exploded from all the light that it held inside of it. How was it possible for someone to carry that much light with him? She couldn't discover a tiny speck of darkness anywhere, almost as though someone had extracted that from him.
Naminé took a deep breath before she took a closer look at the momentarily frozen scene. She had been right all this time. She wasn't seeing things through Sora's eyes anymore. This stranger had brighter eyes, a brighter life and even his spiky hair seemed to be made of the brightest gold.
The question was, who was this stranger? What were his heart and his memories doing inside of Sora?
She'd thought that she would understand Sora even better after fixing his memories again, but now she wasn't so sure if she knew who Sora really was...
A/N: I'm thinking about expanding this into a multi-chaptered story in which Naminé enters the mind of different people with a certain past and sees... Well, that depends on how many people are interested to read more. :)