-1An abundant amount of Dusks were running into alleys and around the same quantity of heartless were right behind them trying to tear them apart. The World That Never Was had started to crumble as the war between Sora and the Organization was coming to a close. A portal of darkness opened and with it, a teenage boy came stumbling through the streets were empty and there was a fierce wind gusting through the city of shadows. The boy, protected by a casing of black and white colored energy, walked through a barrage of Heartless and Nobodies without a slightest bit of a scratch on him. It was as if he was a body being led by only its soul and not its mind or eyes.
The steady walking came to a stop as he reached a building with a certain symbol on the side. It was that of the Nobodies, but it had a sort of slash in the middle and was colored red. The boy raised his hand and an opening in the front of the building appeared. One step forward and a flash of dark gray and white took him away. He appeared in front of three cloaked figures wearing similar cloaks to the Organization but with the symbol from the side of the building on the bottom of the trench coats with a white streak across the front that was duplicated on the backs.
"Welcome back young Xikeji" said the middle figure as it faced the boy. "Are you ready to begin the last preparation?" The dark energy around the boy disappeared as he nodded.
The two figures walked over to what looked to be a door with enormous chains completely covering it. They put their hands over its middle and you could hear what sounded like the door unlocking. The door's chains poured down to the floor and it flung open. A clear image of all the deceased Organization members could be seen but the one seat that wasn't filled was Xemnas's. The image shifted to a unclear battle that was hardly able to be seen. The area of this conflict was white and gray and Xemnas could be seen in a white and black trench coat attempting to parry attacks from two young boys wielding giant keys, they seemed to be around Xikeji's age too.
"Young Xikeji, you are our last weapon against those two and their companions, who have humiliatingly defeated Xemnas and his Organization XIII. You must defeat them at all costs with all of your being. That means using the enemy's power against them." Xikeji's head turned to the figure and didn't quite understand what he was saying. He seemed to ask his question by a confused facial expression. "I mean that you must become whole again with your other half, your human half. With that power, the power of a soul, you can use a key blade. Since you still would have your powers as a Nobody, we will also be able to provide you with the last fragments of the Organization members. That would be their weapons and some abilities, but we can only provide little at a time. Before we can give you their remains we must begin the last preparation." Xikeji nodded and moved to a machine where the figure pointed to.
Xikeji was hooked onto the machine that appeared to be an operating table and was tilted backwards. The two figures closed the door and stood by the one who directed Xikeji. The began to focus a stream of visible dark energy into the main figure and it began to glow. His hands became white and were thrusted right into Xikeji's head and where his heart would be. Xikeji let out a terrible and painful scream that could take the skin right off of anybody's bones. As the pain grew so did the scream's volume. A flash of light burst out of the figures hands and a sudden silence took hold. A lingering silence that could creep through skin. Moments later, the light cleared and all that was left was the boy on the machine dead and an empty room devoid of the cloaked figures
With a huge gasp of air a boy fell out his long bed trembling and onto the floor. Sweat was dripping down his cheeks and fear was in his wide eyes.
"I had a dream about "him" again… How can he stand so much pain, Is he feeling my pain?"
It took a couple moments for him to regain calmness and he carefully stood up. He walked over to his dresser and took off the sweat-soaked shirt and threw it in a corner of his room and put on a clean one.
"Keiji! Get down here, breakfast is ready!" a woman called from downstairs'. the boy looked out his window at the late morning sky and started down the steps to the kitchen.