Author's Note: See this little thing here? Yeah. This is me being crazy. I have too many other fics to do, and I'm starting a new one? Yeepppp… I'm crazy. Crazy crazy crazy. But oh well. I need this to get over my writer's block.

Wee! A ghost story! Well… Not really. But kinda….

… Just read it and you'll get what I mean.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts! It is owned by Square Enix and Disney.

Claimer: I own this idea.

~OoO~

Prologue:

Bury Me Alive

May 6, 1981

The house was saturated with the stench of fresh blood, Xion realized as she entered the oak door, immediately causing her heart to fly to her throat. She hesitated, her hand still gripping the doorknob. Her deep blue eyes were wide, frightened, unwilling to accept. It was quiet – only interrupted by someone frantically breathing, desperately trying to cling to life.

"Oh, God, please no…" Xion pleaded, threw her school bag to the side, then ran to the source of the breathing.

What Xion saw when she skidded around the corner to their living room, heart pounding, would haunt her memories for the rest of her life.

"Sora!"

And there was her precious twin brother, leaning painfully against the over-turned sofa, seeming like he'd giving up on trying to stop his bleeding. His slim body was riddled with vicious gashes, many of which were still bleeding profusely. His spiked brown hair was a mess, matted, and looked black in places because of dried blood. His eyes were closed, and Xion feared he was dead, but she saw him take a shuddering breath – he was alive, at least for now.

Trying to swallow the stone of horror that had lodged itself in her throat, Xion barely noticed she was moving towards Sora until she was kneeling next to him. She could now see the ruin the room had been reduced to in Sora's struggle against what must've been the demon. Furniture was overturned, broken, and thrown about in haphazard ways. Decorations shattered, crushed - The walls scorched black where the demon's hellish power had struck.

And blood.

Sora's blood.

It was everywhere…

It stained the walls, the furniture, and the floor, in pools that had yet to set into the carpet, leaving the eternal scar of Sora's pain… The longest scar of all was the path that Sora had taken to drag himself over to the overturned sofa, the beige carpet smeared an ugly red with his blood.

Feeling her eyes burning with tears, Xion bit her lip to keep from breaking down right then, and she took Sora's bloodied hand into her own, trying to anchor him to life.

Xion had to stop herself from yelling – Sora's hand was so cold!

Sora's body jerked at the skin-to-skin contact, moaning in pain. His eyebrows knitted together, and he seemed to be trying to concentrate. "… Xi…?" He asked, and a long, thick line of blood dribbled out of his mouth.

Xion choked on her words. "Yes! Yes, Sora, I'm here." Xion lightly squeezed Sora's hand, and his head flopped over, his blue eyes, now clouded over by pain, opened and gazed down at his hand in hers, almost like he was confused. Xion could feel tears running down her cheeks in great drops. "Just hold on. I'm going to call the ambulance." She whispered, knowing her voice would violently crack otherwise.

She tried to get up to run to the phone, but Sora held tightly to her hand, stopping her. Caught half way from standing, Xion peered down at her twin, questioning him with her eyes.

Sora smiled weakly, and with a great deal of effort, pulled his other hand to where Xion could see it, which was on his lap. He was clutching his crown-shaped pendant as if it were his last lifeline – and for all Xion knew, it probably was. Wordlessly, Sora unclenched his fist, revealing the back of the crown shape, where Sora had etched a strange symbol into the metal.

Xion's eyes widened, knowing what that symbol meant. "Sora, no. The paramedics can save you! You don't have to do this! Please!" Xion was beyond tears now – She was downright terrified.

She didn't want to lose her twin brother.

If Xion hadn't been so close to him, she probably never would've heard Sora's next words. "I'm… gonn-a l-… leave… Xi… Bu' yo-… you won-n't… lose… me…" He coughed violently, blood splattering on the already stained carpet. Xion instinctively held his hand tighter. "Bu' w-we-e… don'… ha-a-ve… to… wor-ry ab-bou'… Van-i… tas… I… sea-led… him… a-… way."

With that, Sora pushed his pendant onto Xion's lap, where it flared with a burning white light that engulfed the entire room, which made Xion close her eyes to keep herself from going blind, before returning to its true silver color. Xion stared at the pendant for a bewildered moment, then snapped her attention back to her severely injured twin – and froze.

Sora was deathly still, his face peaceful, not contorted in pain like it had been before.

"Sora?" Xion's voice shook, and when he didn't give any response, she tried again, though more desperate. "Sora!" Still no response.

Quick as lightning, Xion's free hand shot up to Sora's neck, searching for his pulse.

One minute went by.

Three.

Five.

Nothing.

Xion paled, her entire body shaking like a leaf in a storm. She dropped her hand back to her lap, where her fingers unconsciously wrapped around Sora's crown pendant, so tightly that the sharp edges cut into her palm.

Sora was dead… His life taken as the cost to protect The Gate.

And, now…

… She was alone…

The terrified girl took the battered body of her twin brother into her arms, holding him tenderly, running her fingers through his bloody hair. She rocked him back and forth, her mind numb, unable to comprehend the death of her brother. Tears still poured from her eyes in a steady currant, refusing to cease. For a few blessed minutes, Xion lulled in the soft, safe womb that was unawareness.

Outside, rain pelted the house, filling the empty silence.

Then, the reality of what had just happened slammed into her.

Xion's terrifyingly loud screech of anguish would echo through the islands for many years to come.

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