All right. Zanisha finally gave my lazy ass a clingwrapping kerboom and demanded I post this totally random collection of drabbles for your entertainment.

This collection is composed of numerous freaky inspirations. If it pops into my head, it is written down in this 'story' thingie and saved. Some are short quotes, some are inspired by pictures that I have found, and some just appear for no reason at all. Since some are too short to be placed in a chapter by themselves, I'll be posting them in categorized type chapters (which I will indicate in the pre-chapter notes). Quotes will be posted in likely groups of ten; one to three drabbles may be posted together, and this will be updated as my inspiration hits.

This introduction (see below) was written up on the spot and I am actually happy with it. I warn you now; this is not a plotted story of memories that all fit like a puzzle when all are recreated. These are randomly written scenes that are created when an inspiration hits. I don't want people asking how the 'story' is going to turn out', or 'what happens after this scene'. If you have ideas, I'd be happy to try and write them out like my other challenge section, but I'm not going to waste my time re-instating that this is not an actual story.

So why the intro? All of these inspirations are of Riku and the character I have created from my own insane thoughts, so in a way, the intro fits as she is recalling strange scenes between her and this unknown boy. However, names are used in the scenes and most are quite obvious as to what happens (So her not remembering more than just his face does not apply in the scenes and such). However, I think the intro is a nice start to kinda connect every piece that's been written; just not too literally.

My rant on story/quote stealing was really long, so I've decided toshorten it. If I find out that people are stealing anything in my collection of randomness, the entire thing will be deleted. I would be honoured if you like a scene or quote enough to use it for something, and will give you immediate access. Just please ask first. I don't think I'm requesting all that much...

Though dedications will vary about the chapters, my main dedication is to Zanisha, for without her constant poking and 'whining', I doubt I'd have posted this collaboration for a while. Plus -Sora grin- she made me a beautiful sig (Banner) for 'Take My Hand…Accept your Destiny'.

Without further ado...Enjoy!

Trapped In An Endless Memory

Who are you…?

Her repeatedly asked, but never answered question slipped silently into an uncaring atmosphere for what felt like the hundredth time of the night. She has woken up almost screaming those words, though her destiny-corrupted heart managed to regain control of itself before the action initiated. It was a lucky move on her part… She knew she had mentioned it once too many, and now feared her 'teammates' were going to again try and eradicate the image. And though the reflection vexed her to no end and put her into a state of almost convulsive stress, she couldn't dare part with it.

Essentially…it was all she really had left…

The carrier of the Dark Heart… Meant to be completely emotionless, save for the desire to kill those whose objects of light carried the delectable darkness that lie within. A Heartless by nature; a human by construction (biological)…it made for quite the controversial and piercingly lonely life… She was not meant to care; no one meant to care for her…existed only to forever open or forever seal the door of Heartless Darkness. She knew this…and hurtfully accepted it a long time ago. So then…why was this one face repeatedly returning to her mind?

Who…are you?

She didn't know him; she couldn't know him. Never been outside of the Castle of Ill-conceived Memories or far from the sight of the Organization…their savage eyes watching her every move and analyzing her every word. So then, how was it possible that she pertained an image of a random teenage boy whose sparkling eyes held such emotion when she saw them, if only in her unintended thoughts. Despite herself, she wanted to believe the emotion be for her…a faint glimmer of light that she knew she could not possibly have.

I…I have to know…Why can't I remember more than just two seconds of your face?

She tried going to Naminé numerous times, most being failures since she couldn't ask openly with them constantly about. But her 'friend' wouldn't tell her anything, sometimes even avoiding her eyes and telling her to just leave. She would feel rejected for a while afterwards, but eventually brushed it off… Couldn't be helped…

Naminé won't tell me… Her life is on the line… What did she take from my memories? Is this one even mine?

The cold scent of corruptive darkness fills her chest as the 'suggestion' from a 'concerned' Axel wandered back into her thoughts.

-It was probably just a memory from some random Heartless you killed. Don't dwell on it…-

At first, she believed it. It still gave her chills knowing that she can glimpse at a Heartless' former most treasured memory upon its death at her hands and just decided to brush this boy into that category… Until…it kept recurring. Once…situation… Twice…near impossible coincidence… More…someone's lying…

I know it's not possible…but did I meet you once? Did you tell me your name? Do I still have it or has the darkness consumed whatever speck of tainted light I never truly had?

She wanted to cry in frustration, but was denied the pleading request for emotion and left with a poisonous, black void of asperity within her chest…

Will I ever see you again…?