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Intro

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Name: Eden Alexandria McClain

Age: Nineteen

Likes: dancing, modeling, herself (XD), Zexion with all of her heart, Kairi, Selphie, Riku

Dislikes: Axel, Lexaeus-now deceased, her own vanity

Summary: Trapped on Destiny Islands, Eden has been living out a full year alone without any word or sign of Zexion. Thanks to her new-found friends Kairi and Selphie, she is able to make a living doing what she always used to do-modeling. But she's beginning to grow tired of her old life, and she's going crazy without her boy around.

She's incredibly beautiful and she knows it, but lately she tries to hide it so no one will be attracted to her.

Chapter 1: Ichinen

Memo: I really like this story. I didn't used to, but I really honestly love it now. And if you didn't like it before, I think if you try this part, you'll appreciate it more. That's how I was. :)

"It's all a load of bull if you ask me," Kat said with a sigh, pressing the top of the beer bottle to her lower lip in thought. Eden looked back at her, unamused.

"What? What is?" Zach said, looking between Eden and Kat.

"She's still referring to that pay-raise, taxation garbage we were discussing earlier," Sam replied, looking at Eden for approval. She nodded once, taking a sip out of her third beer can. Or was it fourth? Did it matter? All she knew was that Kat was being a total loser, right in front of her two close gay friends and her beau. Therefore, Kat was going to receive ZERO tolerance from Eden.

"It's not garbage," Kat insisted, frowning. "And it affects you, too."

"Me?" Eden pointed to herself. "Please. As long as there are men in the world, my job is secure."

"If you can call dancing in the rain a job."

"It was your idea."

"You could've said no."

"Hey, now," Matt said quickly, waving his hands at the two bickering girls. "Not the time, nor the place, Kat."

"Me?" Kat jumped to her feet, surprisingly quick considering how drunk she was. "Me? She started it."

"Even if I did, what are you going to do about it?" Eden said, smirking. "Your opinion has been thrown out. Done. Done. And done."

The three boys nodded in agreement.

Kat said nothing in reply, only scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Damn glad I drove myself," she muttered, grabbing her keys and stumbling outside.

"Kat, wait," Eden called out, still sitting cuddled in Sam's lap, her legs stretched across both Matt and Zach.

"Let her go," Zach said, frowning. "She's no fun anyway."

"Yeah, she wouldn't even sit on our couch of love," Matt added, winking at Eden. She winked back.

"Because nobody actually likes her," she declared, sitting upright and finishing off her last beer. "Either way, she is my roommate, and I probably should be nice so she doesn't mess with my shit."

"Don't leave," Sam insisted, trying to pull Eden down by the arm. But he was more drunk than she was, and she knew it.

"I'll call you in the morning," she told him with a curl-at-the-ends smile. "Bye, guys."

Each of them muttered a goodbye as she followed Kat out of the house.

The night was cool and a little foggy, but Eden didn't mind it. She was more concerned with making up with Kat so she didn't have to worry about her squealing to her parents. That would lead to some trouble Eden didn't want to deal with.

Her car shuddered to life, and to Eden, the steering wheel seemed farther away than usual.

"Whatever," she grumbled, putting her car into drive.

Slowly she drove down Sam's street, back toward the main roads. Right turn, left turn, around a roundabout, then follow the highway home, back to the dorm. Eden knew those directions by heart.

"I need some music," Eden muttered to herself, turning on the radio. An angry rock song burst in through her speakers. She screamed with the singer her own words. "I HATE KATH-uh-RYN PATTERSOOOON!"

Suddenly her voice and her radio mixed with the sound of a truck honking. Eden blinked, and then the whole world became red.

Oh, she thought, her body pinned between her steering wheel and her seat. She felt no pain, but there was blood everywhere. Whose blood is that? Is it mine?

Eden tried to turn her head, but she was numb. Everything was stained crimson.

I'm sorry, she thought, closing her eyes. Her head began to throb with intense pain. I...I'm dying, aren't I? Did I have to go like this? So soon?

Her arm fell limp, and she swore she heard a scream.

What have I done? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I want to help you, but first you have to help me...

But the reality of it was that nobody helped me, and I died. That memory had been haunting my dreams since I came to Destiny Islands, reminding me how simple it was for life to end.

I had been on the islands for a little over a year now, which meant I hadn't seen Zexion in over a year. Had it been anyone else, I would've let him slip out of my memory. But he...was different.

Zexion was different in a lot of ways. He was the first person I'd ever met outside of my family that was willing to protect me and dirty his hands for me. He also was the first man I honestly loved with every fiber of my being. I could never let myself forget him.

Besides, there was no way I was going to give up quietly without knowing if he even felt the same way, right?

But...I am ashamed to say I fell right back into what I feared I might: modeling. Though I was treating it a little differently this time around; I was aiming to be more conservative than my previous career. So far it was working, but I still wasn't happy.

Even with new friends at my side, friends who were way nicer than Kat and Chelsea, I couldn't be happy. I desperately wanted him, and he was out of reach. I didn't know where he could be, but I prayed we might find each other again.

Kairi and Selphie kept me company otherwise. Thanks to them, I had a house-one that had been abandoned for no good reason-and a job, and friends. They gave me something to do on the weekends besides get wasted.

"Ready to go?"

I turned around to see said red-head and dirty-blonde waiting for me. Nodding, I couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, let's go," I murmured, following them off of the beach.

"TGIF, right?" Selphie chirped, swinging her school bag enthusiastically.

"I know," Kairi said, sighing.

"You don't sound relieved," I pointed out. Kairi blushed a little.

"Well, I am, but..." She sighed again. "It's been a long week."

Heck yes it has, I wanted to say. One out of fifty-three.

"Now, gentlemen, this is the moment we've been waiting for," Xehanort said, smiling darkly. He looked at his five followers, one at a time, just to check their loyalty. No gaze faltered, so he continued. "Let us see what others have dared not to see! Ienzo!" He motioned to the teen, who raised his only working eyebrow. "...Whenever you're ready."

Hesitating, Ienzo placed his hand on the switch, then pushed it down.

"Yes..." Xehanort breathed as the machine came to life. "Yes!"

"It's actually working," Braig said with a laugh. "Who would thunk it."

Just as they had hoped, a Heartless soon materialized before them.

"Just think..." Even said with a sly smile. "With artificially created Heartless, who knows what we could uncover!"

Ienzo looked at the Heartless. It was different than the other Heartless, but it didn't look too menacing...or convincing. In fact, it looked almost harmless.

As if to prove Ienzo wrong, the Heartless suddenly sprung to life, jumping on Xehanort and clawing into his chest.

"Oh crap," Dilan muttered, backing away.

"Ienzo, the machine-" Even began, but two more Heartless appeared, attacking just as the first one had.

His heart racing, Ienzo gripped the switch tightly and tried to push it into its reverse position, but it wouldn't budge.

"Elaeus!" he cried, turning to his beefy friend. "Help me!"

Storming over, Elaeus forced the switch up, but halfway through it made a snapping sound, and the handle broke off into his hands.

"What have we done?" Even murmured as the Heartless forces grew.

Terrified, Ienzo backed against the wall, curling into a ball by the machine.

"This can't be happening..." he gasped through the others' cries of defeat.

When he lifted his head, Elaeus was standing in front of him, fighting off the Heartless with his strength.

"Good. You're back," the burly man said. "Now help me."

"..." Getting to his feet, Ienzo looked around the room and spotted the bookshelf.

"I knew this would be useful someday," he chuckled, grabbing Ansem's encyclopedia.

Suddenly Elaeus let out a cry as a gang of the multiplying Heartless brought him down, swarming him.

"Geez..." Ienzo sighed, beating each approaching Heartless. "I'll do this all night if I have to!"

He then felt a clamp around his neck, and something on his back.

No! he thought, his mind racing as he dropped the book. Why is this happening?

Ienzo fell to his knees, completely surrounded by Heartless.

Why did this happen? What good can come out of this? Will I ever-!

"How ya doin', Zexion?"

Opening his navy eye, Zexion stared into the face of Axel, who wore a funny grin on his face.

"Good morning, sunshine," the pyro said, kicking Zexion in the face. Leaving Zexion to writhe in pain, Axel walked away, his back to his prisoner. "It's a lovely morning today. Too bad you can't see it, huh? Of course, you only have one eye to see with anyway, right?"

Axel laughed; Zexion simply felt around the inside of his mouth with his tongue, checking for broken teeth. All good.

"Too bad we're not human. We can't fully appreciate it anyway, right?"

Pushing himself upright, Zexion glared at Axel.

"Well, que sera, sera. I'll see ya later, Zexy. Try not to fall asleep again."

As soon as Axel was out of sight, Zexion sighed in relief.

"You're here again, aren't you?" he said into the air.

Without a word, another cloaked figure stepped into the jail cell, holding a bag in his hands.

"When will you tell me who you are?" Zexion asked, holding out his chained hands. The man shrugged, emptying the bag into Zexion's oustretched palms. An assortment of small foods tumbled out.

"Thank you," Zexion said after he had finished eating. "I don't know why you come here, though."

Axel still thought Zexion was a Nobody, so he felt no need to give him food or water. For the first week of his captivity, Zexion starved in silence, slowly withering away until he was almost dead. Then, out of nowhere, this man showed up with food and water. He saved him, but for what good reason?

"Who are you?" Zexion asked again. "I know you're not a Nobody."

"..." The man lowered his head slightly.

"It's not that I'm suspicious." Zexion shook his head. "I just don't understand why you would help me. Why are you doing this for me?"

"...I'm not doing it for you."

Startled by the man's reply, Zexion jumped to his feet, nearly tripping on the chains that surrounded him.

"...Then...who? Who are you doing this for?" Zexion could feel his heart racing. "Just who are you, anyway?"

The man paused, then turned away.

"You-you can't be-?"

Eden frowned at her reflection in the mirror.

I need a haircut, she decided, pulling on her fast-growing, light-brown hair. A sudden twinge of pain made her cringe. Ouch. I must've pulled too hard.

Immediately she thought of her days in Castle Oblivion and Zexion.

Why was I even there to begin with? she wondered, sighing. Oh yeah...Riku. I wonder whatever happened to him.

Another twinge of pain.

But wait-there was another boy.

Her heart beginning to pound, Eden shook her head quickly and walked out of her bedroom and into the adjacent room.

I don't know why I just remembered that, she thought, massaging her temples. How could I have forgotten? ...Well, it's no big deal now. This room always calms me down...

She smiled as she walked through the dimly lit room, gently tracing her fingers on the desk and bookshelf. It was obviously a boy's room, probably a teenager, but not too old. Eden assumed there was also an older brother in this family; his bedroom was across the hallway, and the stuff in that room was a lot more mature.

Whoever used to live here was the nerdiest kid in existence, she thought, laughing quietly. Just look at all of these books! And these notes...and so many little experiments. He must've been his parents' pride and joy.

Eden opened the closet door, grinning.

Look at these old clothes. He must've been made fun of a lot...

Gently she filed through the countless striped shirts and polos.

This house must've been empty for a long time... she determined, rubbing the dust out of her eyes. Everything is outdated. But I would feel awful if I moved this stuff. What if that person comes back? What would I say?...

Throwing her thoughts out of the loop, a sneeze knocked Eden back out of the closet.

Ow, my head... She whimpered quietly, trudging back to her own room. I just should sleep. Maybe I'll remember more about that other boy.