Uploading for this is going to be really irregular to be honest, but either way, here it is at last! The sequel to Project Kingdom Hearts that some people had been apparently wanting.

I had to think up a whole new plot line to write this, it took me ages so please don't blame me if it isn't that great :p

I do hope it lives up to everyone's expectations, I did my best!

Sora: I don't own Kingdom Hearts

Also,

Memory/flashback

'Thinking/random one sentence thing at the beginning of the chapter'

Chapter One: Forgotten Past

'You want to remember… but maybe you forgot for a reason?'

Sora had been half anticipating, half dreading his return to school. His parents had put it off for some time, in the hope that maybe, with enough rest; he would be able to remember what had happened in the six months he had gone missing. There was no such luck however. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to remember anything beyond a few flashes that left him feeling more confused- and scared- than before.

It was like there was some kind of wall, holding the memories back.

Sometimes, he wondered if he would really be better off remembering.

The last thing he could remember was when he had been walking home. He had just spent the day with some friends, they had gone to the beach and Sora had gotten really sunburnt…

He walked past a field and heard someone talking; curious, he stopped for a few moments to listen, hearing vague snatches of the conversation, "oh yes… you're growing splendidly… proud… good job…" wondering who on earth this person could be talking to- with a desire to put off going back home to another boring night since Vanitas was spending time with some friends- Sora headed off the road and into the field.

Sora lived on an island that was connected to the mainland by a strip of beach so- during low-tide- one could walk across from the island to the mainland and vice versa. Not many people lived on the small island, and not too many people visited either. The most famous person to ever visit their small island had been a friend of the mayor- a powerful member of the political party and a revered and respected scientist- Mr. X-something-Sora-couldn't-remember Darke.

The islanders were very much country people, and they all looked forward to Mr. Darke's visits, as he often bought ideas that seemed so advanced and wonderful, it awed those around who heard of them, unable to believe such a concept as the one the man was describing at the time could ever exist.

Sora was just like the others, so it was a source of pride- something that he bragged about endlessly to his friends- that he had actually had a chance to meet the man. He had been alone; practising his magic- though he wasn't sure that was the right word for it- manipulating the light around him, it never ceased to entertain him, doing this. He heard a sound behind him and turned to see the man walk out from the shadows, there was a strange look on his face and for a moment, Sora was scared the grey-haired man had seen him. But then the man smiled and Sora stopped worrying. He had bent down and asked in a friendly tone, "so, what's your name then?" and despite feeling vaguely like a five-year-old from the form the question had been put into, Sora answered with a smile. Admittedly, the conversation hadn't gone on for too long. But it didn't change the fact that it had happened, and all his friends had been amazed and jealous about his good luck.

Naturally he omitted what he had been doing before the man arrived- he didn't know why, but he had never felt comfortable telling anyone about his affinity for light. Except for his older brother. But Vanitas had kept the secret close to himself, and not told anyone about it either.

It was a fairly obvious move to not mention the magic part to his friends.

He also didn't mention that when the man smiled, Sora had felt slightly sick. Like some kind of premonition of danger about the man.

He didn't even tell Vanitas about that bit.

After all, it was probably nothing, right?

As it was, there was still a great deal of country side on the island, if country side was the right word to describe it as. When Sora had gone to the beach with his friends-not too long after the run-in with Mr. Darke- he had been able to simply walk there from home, as had his friends, though his house was the furthest. He had arrived in the morning with the distinct feeling of being watched, but in light of the day's events, he quickly forgot about it. Heading home though, after separating from his friends, Sora felt the feeling increase.

When he reached the field though, he relaxed, because he knew his home was just over the hill and the feeling of being watched was gone. He began wondering what he was going to do while his older brother- Vanitas- was hanging out with friends. He wouldn't really have anyone to talk to- though, admittedly, sometimes talking to Vanitas wasn't all too easy anyway- since his mother was usually preoccupied and his father busy with work.

Summarised, he wasn't looking forward to going home, he would rather hang around outside for a bit longer, even though the memory of those eyes was still there. He could take the bogey-man or vampires or whatever monster you wanna name (bring it on!) but the one thing Sora could not stand was boredom. But if he didn't have a good excuse as to why he was home late, his mother wouldn't give him any dinner, and if there was one thing that Sora hated as much as being bored, it was not being able to eat when he was really hungry (which, to be honest, was almost always).

So when he heard the talking, even though it sounded somewhat like the rambling of a deluded stranger, Sora took it as an excuse and investigated, heading towards the sound, off the road, over the fence, into the field. Into the dark.

He walked for a few minutes, heading towards the gradually growing sound. He saw some movement ahead and paused, some rustling, more speaking, "you are all so beautiful! Daddy is so proud!" and a flash of… pink?

Sora frowned, deciding that whoever wore pink couldn't be that scary or dangerous of a person. So he walked forward and saw a man kneeling over a group of flowers. Sora couldn't be sure as the man was kneeling, but he looked to be of average- bordering on maybe a little tall- height, with a fairly muscular body. Of course, the somewhat foreboding presence he might have given off due to the time, place and lighting was somewhat dulled by the fact that he had long, pink hair and was… in fact… talking… to the flowers.

As it was, Sora found himself not so much concerned for his own safety, but for the man's mind. So he stepped forward and knelt next to the man, wondering how he should ask where he was from; whether the mysterious- and quite possibly crazy- man was lost.

Before he could say anything though, the pink-haired man turned away from the flowers- with evident reluctance- and asked him, "can I help you?" Sora started, surprised at how normal the man was able to sound- though he still looked weird- it made him pause for a moment, before hesitantly replying, "I was walking by and I heard you talking and… I was… curious." Realising this may make him sound like some kind of eavesdropper Sora hurriedly apologised, "I-I'm sorry! If you were doing something private I… I should have just left you alone!"

He made to leave but was stopped by the man's next words, "that's alright, I suppose since you're here already, and you seem a nice lad. My name's Marluxia, sit down and I'll show you something." When Sora uncertainly seated himself, the man- Marluxia- asked him, "what's your name?" Sora hesitated before replying, he knew the whole stranger-danger rule, but this man seemed to bear no ill-intent, "I'm Sora." Marluxia smiled in a satisfied manner, as though had been what he had been hoping for, but Sora didn't dwell on it too long as the pink-haired man distracted him once more.

"Do you believe in magic, Sora?" Sora's eyes widened, there was a strange sense of meaning in the man's tone, as though he was talking about more than just that abstract form of fairies and pixie-dust. As though he was talking about the type of magic Sora could do.

Eyes wide, he nervously nodded his head, to which the man smiled in response. Marluxia raised his hand and gestured at the flowers next to him, taking them in with one sweep of his arm, and before Sora's astonished eyes, they began to grow, pulling towards the sky, leaves growing, petals unfurling and buds spreading out. It was amazing to watch.

After a few moments they stopped and Sora turned back to look at the man with new-found respect in his eyes. "Can you do something like that, Sora?" Sora smiled, delighted that there was someone else he could be safe with sharing his secret with, "mine's not as impressive as that," he admitted regretfully. Marluxia shook his head, "I'm sure it is," he seemed really eager to see Sora's magic, but at the time, neither the strange behaviour nor the tone registered in Sora's mind.

He stretched out a hand, and quickly, a ball of light grew from it, lighting up the deepening dark around them like a beacon, creating a sharp contrast between the two. When the light dimmed and faded away, Sora looked around him, surprised at how dark it had become. He knew his mother would be worrying about him so he stood up, turning to Marluxia, unsure what to say.

It turns out he didn't have to say anything as the pink-haired man spoke first, "I'm glad I got the right one, I was worried for a moment that you weren't the one I had been sent to find." Before Sora could ask, or even wonder at that sentence, he felt a sharp pain to the side of the temple- which he guessed afterwards, must have meant he'd been hit quite hard there- before everything went dark.

The next thing he remembered was waking up in hospital, looking around confused, then his parents and brother rushing in, hugging him and asking him where he had been for six months.

Sora had told the police about the encounter with the man, leaving out only the part about magic, which he confided to Vanitas about later. Vanitas summarised that the man Marluxia must have somehow found out about his magic, and come after that, though his overall goal would remain unknown until Sora could remember what had happen in the six months he had been with the man.

Later, after investigating the name and the description, the police had come up with a suspect, and had shown Sora a picture of a younger-looking version of the person he had seen in the fields. Excitedly, he had confirmed that that had been the person, and hadn't understood the policeman's defeated expression until they had explained. This particular man- or rather, teenager, as he had been in the photos- has been missing for nearly five years now. Up until now, they had believed him to have been murdered, the fact that Sora saw him showed that either the man had not only survived, but either escaped his kidnappers or- worse still- joined them. Despite the new knowledge on the old case, it didn't help the problem of finding the man for the time being. So until they found any new evidence, the investigation was at a standstill.

In the end, he didn't go back to school until the next year, since he would have had to have started in the final term, and he would have missed out on too much. So instead, he was repeating a year to make up for the lost one.

He was upset about not being able to spend time with his friends- different year levels weren't even allowed to sit together, and they wouldn't have any classes together since they would have moved up to the next year- but Sora understood the importance of learning, even if he didn't like it.

On the first day of school, he got ready quickly- even managing to get out of bed early for once- his mother fussed over him, wanting to walk him to school, wanting to make sure he had everything. T was as though it was his first day of school, all over again. But he understood her fretting, so he endured it good-naturedly, and after finally convincing his mother that 'no, I don't need to be walked to school' 'yes, I do have everything' and 'no, I promise I won't talk to pink-haired men while I'm out' he was finally able to go, walking out with his backpack over his shoulder, and the chain swinging around his neck.

He actually had two necklaces on his person; one was a crown, this he had had for years, a gift from his older brother when he was five. He almost never took it off.

The other was a mystery; he didn't know where it came from. All he knew was that when he looked at the two intricately styled keys hanging off it, he felt a sense of importance; as though there was some memory held there that he shouldn't have forgotten. When he had first looked at them, strangely enough, the words 'Oathkeeper' and 'Oblivion' had come into his mind. And he had decided they were the perfect name for these keys- though why he needed to name the keys he still didn't know. Other than the names and the sense of importance, Sora could only guess at the strange necklace. He was aware he must have gotten it at some point during those six months he was missing. How, he had no idea.

Shrugging his shoulder and putting all thoughts of jewellery and forgotten pasts out of his mind, Sora headed off to school.

Sora had always been a friendly person, combined with the fact that many people wanted to talk to him about his 'terrifying experience' (despite the fact that he couldn't really remember any of the 'terrifying' parts) he managed to make friends easily.

Soon enough, he was sitting with a group of people and talking and laughing to them as naturally as he would his other friends. Not too long before class started, he caught a glimpse of spiked, blonde hair and instinctively looked in the direction he had seen it.

His eyes landed on a boy, about his height, who looked remarkably similar to him, minus the hair. The boy had the same chubby, childish face, and even blue eyes, though they were a different shade. His hair however, was a blinding blonde, and rose up in spikes- like Sora's- to one side of his head- unlike Sora's, whose hair simply stuck up all over the place- giving the impression of an extreme case of bed head.

Seeing the boy was like a punch to gut and blow to the head, images flashed through his mind and he tried to desperately figure out why the blonde looked so familiar. There was an insistent tugging at the back of his mind, and it felt like something was breaking, "hey, are you okay? You look a bit sick." Sora looked up hazily from where he had been leaning against his desk, and managed a small grin, nodding in confirmation, "yeah, I'm fine, just got a bit of a headache all of a sudden." Before any of his friends could ask if he would like to go to the nurse's office, Sora gestured towards the blonde who was talking and laughing with a few other people, "who's that?" looking at him strangely- no doubt wondering why he was randomly asking about the identity of someone in the class when he looked like he was about to throw up- one of them answered, "he's actually a lot like you, personality-wise, and look-wise it would seem,

"That's Ventus."

So Roxas' twin turned up. What a coincidence, oh well, I doubt he'll have any major role to play in this story ;)

Also, Marluxia talking to plants is completely a thing that happens. They talk back too.

Marluxia isn't a bad guy I don't think.

Sora: Then why did he kidnap me.

Isn't memory loss fun?