Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, the plot, or any of the characters mentioned in the entirety of this story.

A/N: Alright, this story is a collection of oneshots, each unrelated chapter consisting of a random scene in the Kingdom Hearts series from the actual game. Since this story is mainly being written in order to hone my writing skills, it would be very much appreciated if you would review and give me constructive criticism and/or suggestions on my writing. Thank you.

This particular chapter is a narration of Deep Dive/ ASAS, just in case you couldn't tell at first.

:Another Side:

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The rain fell lightly, as if afraid to disturb the silent town. The large, round drops spattered onto the slick pavement and gathered to form puddles in every nook and cranny of the cracked sidewalk. The neon lights from above reflected themselves on the wet shiny streets, blurring the line between reality and its mirror image. The abandoned buildings were menacing, towering over the streets and blocking the rainy night sky from view.

A black booted foot shattered the still puddle, scraping dully across the pavement as its owner, a black-cloaked figure, made its way down the street. His stride was determined; the arrogant twist of his mouth complemented his calm, cold demeanor.

As he strode purposefully toward his destination, puddles of black slime gathered along the ground to take the shape of Heartless. First one, then five, then too many to count, all sliding toward him, bloodthirsty, greedy for a heart, any heart. The black-cloaked figure smirked and planted his feet on the ground. An outline of a heart drew itself on the ground, surrounding him, the magic ruffling the wisps of blond hair that peeked out from under his hood. First, the line was faint and flickered a bit, then glowed brightly and threw the Heartless aside, illuminating the entire area. However, after regaining their composure, the Heartless stood up and began to move toward him once more, relentless.

Without a word, the figure whipped two Keyblades out of thin air; one in each hand. Effortlessly, he hacked and slashed with practice ease at the strange creatures that multiplied and crowded around him. His lithe body flipped gracefully through the air, taking out several more of the creatures, before he landed on both feet.

A second figure watched him, perched on the highest of the towers. Silver hair whipping about his face, he smiled and lifted his arms up toward the dark night sky. His eyes, though hidden by a thin strip of black cloth, gazed down upon the first, satisfied. Let's try this again.

The black-cloaked figure was outnumbered by the monsters. Defying gravity, he sprinted up the side of the building, cutting down any more that happened to be clinging to the ledges and corners, reducing them to a puff of smoke, one after another.

The silver-haired figure took a step closer to the ledge. With a deep breath and a silent apology to his best friend, he spread his arms and dove toward the ground.

The black-cloaked figure gasped at the one hurtling toward him. Unable to stop him and that blatant suicide attempt, he continued his ascension upward, only to make eye contact with the man. The silver-haired figure smirked at the look on his face. That's right. I'm back. The black-cloaked figure's expression changed from surprised to hateful. Then he was rising again, and the other was falling again, and neither had time to think about what had just happened, because what happened next was much more interesting.

Instead of falling to his death into the pit of Heartless, a darkness materialized under him, cushioning his descent and swallowing him up. The black-cloaked figure, having reached at the top of the building, stared with wonder and confusion. For a moment, nothing happened. Heartless swarmed around the darkness, but could not enter it. All was silent. Then, when he had just decided to turn around and leave, Fate told him otherwise. A figure was spat out of the darkness like a cannon, straight up into the air. Up, up, up; he didn't stop until he was level with the top of the building and the black-cloaked figure's uneasy gaze. The black-cloaked figure immediately sprang into a defense position, Keyblades out and ready.

The new figure only laughed condescendingly at the former. "Roxas, Roxas," he rumbled, amused. "So we meet again."

Bristled, the black-cloaked figure slashed out with his Keyblade, only to be met with empty air. "Huh?"

He jumped at the voice behind him. "I can fight fire with fire, Roxas. Do not underestimate me this time."

The black-cloaked figure spun around. "This time? Who are you? How did you -- "

The man only laughed again and instantly, a Keyblade materialized in his right hand.

The black-cloaked figure, the one called Roxas, drew in a quick breath, his face hardening at the sight of the weapon so like his own. "A Keyblade…?"

The new figure simply motioned with his fingers. "Let's have another go, shall we?" Roxas growled and rushed toward the stranger.

And it was on. A swirling mass of clashing metal, sparks, and twisting, writhing bodies flew through the air, never stopping, never ceasing. Blow for blow, block for block, even a few kicks to the shin. The stranger blocked the latest blow from Roxas and threw himself to the side, panting. The two circled each other, daring, silently taunting the other to take the offense. It was Roxas who broke the silence. "Where's Sora?" he asked fiercely, fire glinting in his eyes.

The stranger did not answer, but narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the boy in front of him. Then suddenly, without a word, the stranger leaped at Roxas and attacked for all he was worth. Roxas fought equally hard, and it looked like it was to be a draw. Eventually, their heads were buzzing with the clanging of metal on metal, their breathing became labored, and their limbs screamed at them to rest. With one last look of satisfaction, the stranger suddenly disappeared in a swirl of black darkness.

"Huh?" Roxas glanced around wildly, bewildered. No sound was heard except for the rain whispering through the air and the sound of his own deep breaths. Then, SLASH, before he knew what hit him, Roxas was falling into the deep depths of wonderful black unconscious bliss, as the stranger silently materialized behind him and sliced his Keyblade down and around one last time.

The stranger chuckled ruefully and bent down, throwing Roxas's limp body over his broad shoulder and summoning a portal. With one last look behind him, he watched the Heartless accumulate on the roof as he melted away into the darkness. He didn't have time for them; he had his own agenda to fulfill.

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