Awake

Rated: T for violence, some swearing, and my own safety

Pairings; Roxas/Xion, SoKaiKu(Destiny OT3(?)), Possible Axel/Namine

Disclaimer: Uh, no. Not mine. If it was, Xion never would have died, or at the very least not forgotten.

Warning: Well, it's a bit AU for KHII & Days, but other than that…Oh! Spoilers. For everything, yeah

AN; Um, so. A Xion (Sort of) Survives story. Pfft, Xion deserved to be her own person ): Why Nomura, whyyyy. -Ahem- Anyway, this is going to be fun~

Prologue


Dream as if you'd live forever, Live as if you'd die today

~James Dean


The first thing that registers is that it is wet (Yet also not).

The second is that it is Dark.

The next is that it is only Dark above and around her, below it is Light.

The last thing is that she is not Dead.

Do not Fear.

How can she not? If she lives, then Roxas hurts.

Roxas.

He is the first thing she remembers, before her own name. He is important, beyond even her own life. Roxas will not die because of her; she will not let it happen!

Do not Worry.

Sora. Had she returned? And was this all just a silly dream…Or…

Was she someplace else, someplace she had not meant to come to. Roxas, Axel, She begs silently, Please. Oh, Axel, her dear red-headed friend. Roxas was no doubt angry with him, but she had not been able to assuage him from his sadness and betrayal.

Riku.

The boy-yet-not-boy who had hurt because she had taken away his best friend: She knew the feeling and she felt the horror of putting another through it. Namine, the Nobody of Sora's Princess, the girl named Kairi. The girl she never met, yet copied her form.

Oh, child.

The Organization.

Her would-be family that never was, the people she had thought she could trust(Well, maybe not Saix). But no, only betrayal had laid among their arms.

XIV

Fourteen.

Key of Illusion.

Xion.

That was her, all her. Only her. No one could copy or take that away from her. She had wanted to be like them, her friends, so that she could stay with them. But she couldn't have that, because it would only hurt Roxas. And Axel, too. She didn't want Axel to hurt, and she didn't want Roxas to be sad. The only way for that was for them to forget.

Yet Xion had forgotten a bit too.

She had forgotten herself.

But, she remembers now. Xion could only hope that Roxas did not remember, the pain may be too much. It had been too much. He had cried, something that Saix and all the other numbers of the Organization continued to say was impossible.

Xion wanted to forget again.

Do not.

She cannot.

Finally, she raised her hand and she sees the dark glove that rests on it. Another hand, which looks almost the same. Xion breathes in and sits up. Light. As she glances up, the girl wonders if she had truly seen that bird just now, or if it was like her, an illusion made to twist the mind.

The girl hopes not.

With trepidation, she stands, unsteady upon her own feet. Below her, she briefly sees blue, a beach, a clock tower, Roxas, Axel, Riku, Namine, and Sora. Xion tips her head to the side and stifles a gasp. Taking up half of the entire glass pedestal she stands on was a reflection of herself. The her on the glass decal is leaning back, her left arm close against her body, the hand gripping an ice cream stick. Clutched tightly her right hand is a black Keyblade. The two things she notes of the Keyblade was that its chain was all black, even the crown at the end. The other was that the blue gem set into the point where shaft met hand guards is the same blue color of Roxas' eyes.

Wake.

No way.

She had seen such a thing before, once, in Sora's memories. An Awakening. The Awakening of a Keyblade Wielder. Xion did not know if Riku had ever had to go through one, but she did not think of that at that moment, because she was too busy wondering why, why, why.

Why did she have her own pedestal?

Why was she here?

Why?

You must Wake, for the wind and nothing's Sky.

That, Xion grumbled, Makes no sense. There was no response but she does not care. The fourteenth moves about, trying to get her balance back. As she does, a twinge of pain rockets up het right side, no doubt because of her fight with Roxas. Oh, Roxas, She sighs. Xion knows she is dwelling far too much on the blond nobody, but how can she not?

Roxas was amazing.

Axel(And Riku And Namine) was amazing, too, but in a different way than their keyblade wielding friend. Roxas…She had thought about it far too much, and it was mostly to save him than anyone else that she died for. Xion clutched her right hand briefly, not noticing the three weapons that appeared behind her.

Child, it is time to choose.

She spins around about to demand what 'He' means when she sees them. Three weapons, a Shield, a Sword, and a Wand. She does not care for names, does not care of anything except that this should be absolutely impossible.

Xion does not have a Heart.

How can this place even exist without a Heart? The fourteenth does not know. She does not want to know. Or, maybe she does. Even so, she feels that the Voice is about to speak again and Xion moves forward. Without a second of hesitation, she swipes the Shield from its pillar of light and pulls it close.

You have chosen Protection? The Path of a Guardian?

Duh. Why the hell do you think I chose it?

Xion was most definitely annoyed. She wished for an ending so she could go back to Sora and keep her friends safe. The dark haired teen moved forward. She stopped, though, as a flash of dark light came from her hand. Clutched there was the same keyblade as the one on the pedestal, the dark Gothic Skeleton key, with the black crown keychain.

Oblivion.

Ah, she understood now. This was the keyblade that was 'born' for Roxas after she 'died.' The keyblade that should be with Roxas. Xion holds the blade aloft and runs her left hand's finger down the shaft. She knew that the other, companion keyblade that went with it should at the very least be with him. The fourteenth would be very mad if it wasn't.

The girl flicks the blade lightly, watching it move. Some part of her was disgustingly happy about this, about holding the keyblade that she had given to Roxas. It was his, though, She thought. Why here?

There was a soft laugh.

So many questions, so little time.

She scowls at the 'sky,' tempted to show him what she thought of that but thought better of it. Xion then giggles faintly as she noted that she had spent far too much time with Axel, if she had even thought to do that. Now, she sobers quickly. Time to move. Xion hurried forward onto the first set of stained glass steps.

Far away from the glowing pedestals, shadows reared and screeched in silence and she shivers and continues her movements because there is nothing to be done to stop them.

As far as she knows, however.

Xion rolls her shoulders, her sixth sense for fighting kicking into high gear. A chill went down her spine as she stepped onto the second Station and heartless became upon it. She falls into a stance, one very different to the one she had copied off Sora. Now, she stood tall, Oblivion held back in her right hand with it's teeth twisted in a deadly angle, her left arm raised to protect her chest from any heartless who broke through her defense.

The heartless seem to snarl before she rolls into action, cutting two off before they can register her attack. Two hearts drift away as Xion pulls her keyblade away and cuts through the last two Shadow heartless. Moments later, to her distain, five Soldier heartless warp into existence. The girl grits her teeth and cuts in.

It seems as if hours past before, finally, the heartless waves relented. Xion nearly drops, her limps heavy with exhaustion. How did they get here? In such a place as this? They shouldn't be able to….And then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees the door appear. It first looks simply, just a plain white, until the stain glass windows appear where the clear windows once were and the fourteenth can't help but feel relieved because plain white reminds her too much of the Castle(that Never Was? Or, Maybe, Oblivion?).

The girl leans forward than back before moving forward again, taking the golden handle in her hand. Well, she sighed softly, here goes everything. With a jerk, she pushes the door open and light shines into her eyes and makes it too hard to see. Xion wonders if this is what people mean when they see the light at the end of the tunnel before it fades. And there she still is, on a new Station(One of Calling), with her left hand still reached forward and gripping an invisible handle.

Xion raised her head now, searching the non-existent skies(Oh, so like them, all of them), waiting in silence. And it comes. Nobodies and Heartless, together, and lurching forward to tear her apart. The fourteenth is shocked by this, because the two normally try to tear one another to pieces before they even think of working together such as this, but Xion is not given a chance to think about this: No, she has to move.

She rips them apart in what seems like only seconds yet also seems like hours. They don't return, but the girl does note that a new stain glass path had appeared and she cannot help but move to follow it. The next station is the same as the first, though Xion does get the chance to see that the main color scheme was now red opposed to the previous one's blue. Next second more heartless and nobodies swarmed.

With a light hum, she releases several balls of fire with a soft call of 'Burn!' and then slicing through the survivors of the previous attack. "Freeze!" Xion hissed, her blizzard spell catching a fleeing nobody. It burst to bits and the fourteenth can't help the light wince, Poor thing. She feels a tiny bit of guilt at the deaths of the nobodies, as they were only seeking their hearts…But, then she remembers Saix and now has a hard time pitying the things.

Now, the enemies of this station are gone and she turns to the chest to her right. Xion taps it lightly with Oblivion and it pops open. Inside is just a simple Potion, though the girl is happy for it, as she had no supply of healing items. They had all been used before and during her battle with…Her thoughts trailed off as she slipped the bottle into her pocket.

Then, of course, she noticed what she was wearing.

Not the Organization cloak, but rather, a deep blue sleeveless vest and a pair of dark tan cargo pants(Or capris?) with a pair of red sandals in the same style as Namine's covering her feet. Xion glanced at the gloves and realized they reached up to her elbow and gave her the illusion of still wearing the cloak. She smiled wryly, Now, I know why I felt a little cold.

Xion moved away from the open chest to the second path. It lead up to a third station, this one with a green color scheme. A pair of doors, the same as the first, stood at the farthest point from her, which caused the girl to groan lightly. Here we go again, the fourteenth grumbled as she stormed forward with her keyblade, smashing into the enemies just as they appeared.

She twirled around the enemies like she was dancing a very deadly dance, the nobodies returning to nothingness whilst the hearts of the heartless were released from their dark confines. One of the nobodies manages to sneak past and slash her upper arm: It got a keyblade to the face for its troubles. Xion groaned softly at the sight of reinforcements. Really, how many of these things were there around here? And why did she have to deal with both heartless and nobodies: Not exactly fair, is it?

The young woman slides under a wild swing of an Assassin nobody, it's slim body spinning around to dive under the ground beneath her. Not on my watch you're not! She leaps up and crushed the nobody in a few seconds. Gasping for breath, she realizes that her opponents were all defeated. The fourteenth straightens and scratches the back of her neck, "What now? Going to drop a Dark Side on me?"

Part of her winces, because 'He' might just do that. However, no Dark Side appears and Xion heaves a soft sigh of relief. Now, she needs to end this little charade and turns to the massive doors. "Hello," She murmurs and presses her palms to the white surface.

They easily swing forward.

You are not Alone.

A few minutes later, Xion curses her comment about the Dark Side as the gigantic shadow being attempts to take her head off. Likewise, a very large Nobody swipes at her legs, it's odd blue scarf seeming to ripple in a non-existent wind. The fourteenth is forced into a backward flip that just manages to save her life(Or after-life? She doesn't just quite yet).

The closer you are to the Light, the greater your shadow becomes.

"Well, thanks!" she snarled, stabbing at the Dark Side's hand and leaping over the slash from the Twilight Thorn, "That's so helpful!" The black-haired girl runs up the nobody's arm and smashes Oblivion into the side of its gigantic face. It shakes her off and she hits the ground with a hard thump. Thankfully, nothing is broken and Xion feels generally fine(if not a little worse for wear). She leaps back up and slips underneath the two enemies hands as they slam their hands down as one.

Xion rides the shockwaves with little damage to her person and then spins in midair to slash at the Dark Side. The final blow. The huge heartless gave a rattling death cry as it fell into wisps of darkness. She gives the fading heartless a smirk before she had to dodge another blow from the Twilight Thorn. "Persistent, aren't you?" the fourteenth mocked the large nobody.

It responded with a garbled 'Die!'

"How kind," She bit sarcastically, jumping up to dodge the shockwaves from its slam to the ground. Xion than rolled under its aerial sweep and slashed at its side. With a quick flick of her hand, she than activated Scan. Seriously? ! She had taken off less than half of its HP! This was nuts and it didn't help that she was tiring. In a rather violent fashion, the girl stabbed the nobody's head, snarling several choice words on what she thought of it.

The Twilight Thorn threw her across the Station in response.

The black haired keyblade wielder groaned as she rolled across the floor to dodge yet another attack. Damn, this guy was way too tough. Where the hell did it come from, anyway? Can't be the nobody of a Dark Side, or there'd be more of them! So where from?

Fourteen sighed. Freaking Twilight Thorn. She didn't bother with another Scan and instead devoted herself to Reversals and hacking up the nobody's head. At one point from here, she nearly lost consciousness, but using one of the potions she had gathered earlier quickly remedied that problem.

Don't be Afraid.

Xion flinches slightly as the Twilight Thorn swings an abnormal arm over her head. She grits her teeth and tosses Oblivion, mumbling 'Strike Raid' as she did so. It slashed straight through the giant nobody's head. A rattling noise came form the silvery-white being and the fourteenth gasped softly. She had beaten it but…

And Don't Forget.

She flinches as it begins to fall, its gigantic shadow obscuring her.

You are one of the two who will open the Door.

Darkness is what meets her.


There's plenty of sand here. Lots of it, all over. Then again, shouldn't that be expected of a desert? Whatever the case may be, the tiny dune rider that the blond and ottsel had been forced to take was having a rough time of it as the wind picked up. Jak grit his teeth and pressured the wheel to take the turn he wanted to take, the sandy wind trying to drag them the other way.

"Maybe we should stop, specially when my mouth is so freaking sandy," Daxter hissed into his ear and the blond frowned. If they stopped they might not make it in time to Spargus. But…Jak sighed and pushed down on the gas, hoping he'd make it to oasis before then.

Sand flew up into the air behind the buggy as they drove across the dunes before finally spotting the pool of cool water. When they stopped, Daxter flung himself out and into the water, giving a cry of happiness. Jak, on the other hand, froze. He stared at the black bundle of clothing at the crook of the palm tree. Slowly, he moved over.

It, as it turned out, was not a bundle of clothing but rather a young girl. She was clad in a black leather trench coat that had several severe tears in it, revealing pale skin. Her black hair was cropped short around her heart shaped face, which was adorned with a few small cuts. Torn up black gloves covered her hands. He moved closer and surveyed her, noting that many of the tears were darkened by blood. Jak frowned.

Leaning forward, he slid his arms around the girl and picked her up. "Daxter," He called softly to his friend, who looked up. "Woah!" The ottsel cried, running up to him, "Where'd you get the girl?" Jak shrugged slightly and glanced down at her. He frowned once more before taking her to the buggy. Daxter threw his hands into the air before following himself.

The eighteen year old slid the girl into the passenger seat. Accidently, he jostled her right hand, where a silver beacon slid out. He paused before picking it up. "Hey, look at that. A beacon?" Daxter leaned over the blond's shoulder. "Let's hope Damas knows where this beacon came from," Jak muttered before glancing up, "Sandstorm is coming." He moved forward and strapped the girl in before moving to the driver's seat and taking command. Daxter whooped and the duo plus a passenger took off.

Jak could only hope that Damas didn't kill them for bringing this girl in.


Um.

This is an idea that's be swirling in my head for awhile now, so I finally decided to write it. Here's the prologue...

You know, the Awakening bit was supposedly to be shorter, while the Jak scene was supposed to be longer. Looks like it switched on us, huh? Anyway, I won't be updating for awhile, so don't expect Chapter 1 to be popping up anytime soon.

Also, about Xion's faint obssession with Roxas-She's just worried that her continued existance is going to hurt him. She really doesn't want that, or she wouldn't have died. After all, Roxas, in the end, was the one she died for, not Sora, Riku, Namine, or Axel. So there guys :P

C`ya later