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Chapter One: Night

The blond boy slipped quietly off the edge of the bed, onto the carpeted floor, sitting cross-legged and holding his face in his hands. His shoulders were shaking with quiet sobs, silver tears trailing down his cheeks. He couldn't help but cry, sometimes, especially when he remembered all that he had and all that he had lost. Being incarcerated inside Sora was like throwing salt in an ever-present wound; the Other had so much in his life. Even now, Sora was able to sleep and dream, whereas Roxas could only silently watch from another mental realm.

"…Roxas…?"

Sora's eyes flickered open, and he sleepily tried to wipe away the tears that were trickling down his cheeks as well. Half-asleep, but still knowing that something was dreadfully wrong with his Nobody, he blearily asked "What's wrong?"

Roxas glanced up. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to wake you up…"

"Don't worry about it. Just tell me; what's wrong?"

"You were dreaming… about Twilight Town… and Hayner, Pence and Olette. It's just hard to realize that they never really knew me… They don't remember me. I miss them. I miss Axel. The Station Tower, Struggling, sea-salt icecream… All of it."

Sora listened to this in silence, before gently offering "We could always go back."

Roxas shook his head. "No. I can't. I just – look, no."

"I'm worried about you. I know you're more upset than you're letting on… You're making me cry as well."

Roxas glanced up sharply, looking into identical blue eyes. He was gazing into his own face, his own eyes, his own soul. He quietly said "I'm sorry," before reaching up and gently cupping Sora's cheek, before fading back into the other teen's body. Sora sighed, holding his own hand to the side of his face where Roxas had touched him, before turning around and staring out of his window, the moonlight illuminating the expression of sorrow on his face in quicksilver light.

***

Kairi leaned against the balcony, shivering as a cool breeze swept through the air. Her eyes were unfocused and gummy with sleep, her hair mussed and unbrushed. She was wearing pale violet silk pyjamas and fluffy white ugg boots. Next to her stood Naminé, wearing the plain white dress she was always attired in. The two girls were so close that their arms were almost touching. Whispers of broken conversation were snatched away by the wind.

"Kairi…?"

"Mmm?" the other girl turned slightly to face her. Naminé hesitated for a moment, then reached out and simply held her hand. A moment later she whispered "I'm scared."

"Why?" Kairi looked confused. "What are you scared of?"

"You and me… We're almost the same person. I'm you, and you're me, but we're so different…"

"Is that why you drew that sketch?"

Naminé glanced back at the sketch pad, lying on Kairi's bed. It was open to a page displaying a bizarrely beautiful artwork – two parts of the page were split by a vicious bolt of lightning, half of a heart on either side. Grey shades made up the centre of the page, spiralling out to become vivid, harmonious colours. One half of the heart had been shaded in black, the other in white. The blonde girl shrugged.

"The sketch is you and me. I was formed when Sora gave you your heart back, but the energy from that is what created me… I'm the lightning, splitting your heart in half. You're a Princess, but I still took some of your heart so I could live. Once I'm gone, you'll be whole again."

"But you're still part of me. I don't want you to go." Kairi softly protested. "Together, we're absolute. It's like, you're so different to me… But you're amazingly talented at the things I'm not. You can say the sweetest things, and make them sound meaningful. Together, we're absolute…"

"Before you, Kairi, I was worthless. Even now, I still am. The only difference is that you, Riku and Sora have taught me so much. If I fade back into nothingness now, I'll be as content as I can be without a heart. As far as I can see, unless I go, you'll always be split into two… It's not fair on you."

"I don't want you to go. You're worth more than you can imagine, Iné. If you stop existing…"

"If I stop existing, you wouldn't be missing anything that you didn't already have," Naminé told her, a small smile on her face. "If we form back into one person, you won't be missing anything that you don't already have…"

Kairi paused, thinking through those two statements. She couldn't come up with any replies, so she softly pleaded "Please don't leave."

"Kairi…" Naminé shook her head slowly, before fading back into the Princess' slender body. The warm touch of her hand on Kairi's faded away. The darker-haired girl exhaled slowly, wrapping her arms around her own body and staring at the reflection of the moon on the icy, jet-black sea.