AN:/ Well hello there and welcome to my latest venture, Safe & Sound. I've been working on this plot ever since I dreamt it up, I haven't seen a story like it thus far but I hope I haven't robbed someone elses plot by mistake. D: -foreverparanoid- But yes, this is something I'll be working on from now on. I will update every 2 weeks like clockwork, regardless of my state of mind (my anxiety plays up some weeks more than others so some chapters may be higher quality than others, but I'll try and remain as consistent as possible!) The plot for this is nowhere near finalised as it just seems to evolve into something else with every sentence I type, but I'm enjoying writing it and I hope you will enjoy reading it :)

Of course none of this belongs to me besides the basic plot :3 /disclaimer

-Beautiful Radiance.

Second chances.

Funny things, second chances. People sometimes despise that they happen far too often, making them question if second chances even exist given that they are handed out so frequently for no real reward. It also sometimes may seem that people can do no wrong within society because they know that people will forgive and forget. Then there are the people that never get the option of having a second chance for their mistakes; the opportunity ripped away from them either through death or a lack of forgiveness.

Either way, no-one goes through their entire life without giving or being given a second chance.

But what if you were given multiple chances in life? What if, when your time was up, you merely passed through into a brand new life; a new place; a new existence?

That's how things work in this universe. Yet everyone is blissfully unaware that this occurs.

Except us lucky ones.

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This had to be a dream; there was no possible way that this could be real.

Not that he'd dreamt for a long time now, his sleep usually plagued with emptiness and worry over the last few months. It seemed his dreams escaped the confines of his mind and found their way to... her.

She knew everything yet even she couldn't have predicted this. Why didn't she see this coming? Maybe then everyone could have been saved, they could have rewound time back to the times that felt so carefree and simple; everyone laughing while Demyx played some music on his sitar, all their friends skipping and dancing around the familiar coffee shop, black liquid sloshing out of the mugs they were all waving about. Those times were long gone, and with that realisation in mind his stomach dropped, his heart filled with sorrow over a past life he would never get back.

He still had yet to open his eyes, petrified at what he may see. Surrounded by the warmth that was seeping into his skin, he imagined flames engulfing him, twirling around his limbs in lethal ribbons until his body ceased to exist and faded into embers. At least, he would have thought he'd end up in hell. Yet the heat became...comforting, as it enveloped him he felt secure and content and he knew then it must be safe. Slowly he cracked open one wide blue eye then immediately squeezed it shut again as it was met with the brightest white light.

Eyes that closed in retaliation reopened to vibrant green hues.

He sat up quickly with alarm at the sudden change of surrounding, balancing himself with his hands on the spongy surface he now found himself on while feeling the warmth of buttery sunshine kiss his skin. Lightheadedness swept over him and he shook his head to dispel the feeling. Grass? Where did all this grass come from? Shortly after that thought ended small daisies began to bloom in the ground spaced between his fingers, branching out to correlate into shapes.

Key shapes.

"Oathkeeper and Oblivion," he whispered under his breath, eyes widened with alarm yet also with warm familiarity. A small smile crept across his face then a snippet of memories flashed in the front of his mind.

'Oh this? It was a gift from ...a friend; he called it 'oathkeeper' or something like that. He said it would protect me, though I don't see how a piece of metal could keep me safe. Still it's a beautiful piece and it meant a lot to him so I know when to appreciate such a nice gift.' Bow-shaped lips curled upwards, the tips of her fingers pressed together as she leant towards him on the table, the jewellery hanging from her neck and swinging side to side in an almost hypnotic fashion.

He gasped and hastily got to his feet, albeit shakily. Once again the location overwhelmed him; he appeared to be in a small meadow, the circle of grass he was sitting in now littered with daisies and white lilies. Her favourite flowers, he thought idly to himself, glancing over at the other edge of the meadow to see a completely different array of flowers – pink fairy lilies and red roses. Enclosing the paddock were large oak trees, leaves swaying in the gentle breeze and scattering the sunlight. He looked around for a pathway, any other sign of life besides his own 'existence' in this place, but found nothing. Once again left alone like he had in the last place he'd been.

Sighing, he scratched his head and turned to his right, his ears finally picking up on the sounds of bubbling water and what sounded like pencils scratching on paper. Now that sounds familiar, he thought to himself, striding in the direction the sound was coming up before reaching his destination.

The sight was awe-worthy; a waterfall crashed and misted in the far distance, the movement rippling the water in the lake in front of him. The light sparkled and danced on the surface, giving the water an almost luminescent appearance, as though if you ran your hand through it it would feel silky to the touch. The areas surrounding the lake were made up of thousands of forget-me-nots, azaleas, white carnations, irises and blue violets; he could easily recognise these species of plant as they were the ones that she planted by the windows in Bliss; 'to brighten up the place' she had claimed.

He turned up one side of his face in a smile and walked closer to the lake, noting the orchids that bobbed near the edges until across from the lake he saw an ornate bench made from shimmering marble, the pieces twisted into elegant shapes.

But the architecture wasn't what mattered; it was the person sitting on it.

She was curled in the right corner of the bench, her legs tucked underneath her as her sketchbook was sprawled on her lap along with assorted coloured pencils. The white dress she loved to wear now had blue ribbons crisscrossing down the sides, the same colour as her eyes. Her blonde hair was loosely plaited and swept over one shoulder, a forget-me-not branch placed in each weave. She was smiling down at her drawing, looking completely at peace and he didn't want to break that peace; yet his body was urging him to walk towards her.

Hesitantly he took a few steps forward, extending an arm as though to reach out to her.

"Nami?" His voice was barely audible yet her head left the drawing and looked up towards him. Naminé smiled, a beaming smile that seemed to radiate light. But her eyes were looking over his shoulder.

A shoulder where a hand suddenly clamped onto.

Whirling around in shock at the sudden intrusion into his personal space he was met with eyes identical to his, and as recognition hit him like a bus he sharply inhaled while the new figure opened their mouth to speak.

"Welcome home, Roxas."