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Memories

Chapter 1

Blurs of noises and feelings swirled around me. I was hardly aware of anything around me, if there was anything at all. For a while, I was able to feel. Frustration and indulgence, annoyance and satisfaction, hatred and affection.

Within a second, they became nonexistent. I felt empty and hollow, devoid of life.

This feeling I would only later understand when I finally gained composure and unity in myself. But even then, one mystery solved could only lead to another mystery. The heart and mind are just that same thing. One cannot replace the other or exist without it.

"Hey! Are ya alright there?"

I opened my eyes softly, and groaned due to the sudden exposure of light. When they've adjusted, I was met with a strange mouse-looking creature.

"What are you doing here?"

I groaned lightly. How long have I been here? And who the hell was that?

Our meeting was seized abruptly when a giant black blob traveled across the white floors and morphed into a giant, pitch black creature with a spherical head and glowing yellow orbs as its eyes.

"A Gigas Shadow!" the mouse exclaimed. He pulled a giant key out of nowhere and began to attack.

The Gigas Shadow payed no attention to the mouse. It shot towards me, and attempted to strike. With nothing to do, I held up my arms in defense, preparing for the blow.

Clash!

"Huh?" I reopened my eyes in surprise. Instead of taking the blow I had anticipated, I had blocked it with a giant key, similar to that of the mouse. For a brief moment, I could see the bewildering expression the mouse had. Then I came into eye contact with the Shadow, who was pressuring it's weight onto my key. Soon enough, I was sent flying.

"Watch out! Stopza!" the mouse shouted. For a second I froze in midair, then I was met face to face with the floor. Which, by the way, was not soft.

The mouse, likewise, swung its key at the Gigas Shadow, who had seemed rather satisfied, and faded away.

"Gosh," he sighed. "Are you alright?"

He came closer to me and helped me up on my feet.

"Who are you?" he asked."Why were you just lying unconscious here in Castle Oblivion?"

Castle Oblivion? I looked around, and observed the majestic white structures lying around me. It didn't look very familiar to me. But then again, it wasn't like I could remember anything. Yet there was something about this place...

"Who are you?" I asked, somewhat ignoring his questions. My throat felt horribly dry, and I couldn't do much about my voice.

"I'm Mickey. What's your name? Do you know why you have the keyblade?" Mickey inquired. I realized just then that what mystery he found in me was just as much as a mystery to myself.

"...I don't know. I'm sorry. I-I can't–" I frowned as my head throbbed.

"Gee, it must be that big ol' bump on your head you got from that Heartless! It looks bad. Let's get you outta here, okay?" he smiled apologetically.

I groaned unintentionally, "Out? Why do we have to go out?"

"There are all sorts of baddies here! You're safer outside. C'mon, not a moment to loose!" With my hand still within his, he led me through a portal.

My head suddenly throbbed harder.

As soon as I passed through the portal, I plunged face-down onto the wet grass. I had an odd feeling that my face-to-face contact with the ground was not about to stop anytime soon.

I felt strange. Like I had left something I shouldn't have.

I shook off the feeling and concentrated on my face-ground contact.

Mickey came up to me as soon as he saw me fell, "Oh, dear," he held out his hand, "need some help?"

I stared at him, his bubbly, mouse-like face looking down at me.

"You'll be okay here. I promise. I'll come back for you."

I shuddered quietly. Using my own to hands, I lifted myself and sat up. There were trees all around us, and the sunset cascaded it's wonderful light on the leaves. It was beautiful.

Mickey still had his hand out.

"Oh, right! Thanks for the offer, but I– um, sorry about that. I should have taken your help. I guess–" I spoke.

Mickey laughed, "It's alright. C'mon, I have a friend to find. I'm sure he can help you."

"Mickey?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For saving me. And getting me out of there. And helping me up. And–"

"No problem," he chuckled. "Besides, we've gotta find out who you are and why you have a keyblade."

He was right. If I were to guess blindly, keyblades must be some sort of special weapon. Mickey seemed to know lots about them. It was better to trust him. If anything, he probably has a better grip of what's happening than I do. We walked together for awhile, through the repetitive woods. I thought hard, trying to remember who I am. What was my name, anyways? Wasn't it something like...Ro...Ros...

Lynxeros.

Yeah. That. Or at least, I think so.

"Lynxeros?" I muttered. Sounds strange...but it seemed right.

"Didja say something?" Mickey looked up at me.

"Huh?" I jumped back. "Oh yeah, my name. Lynxeros, I think."

Mickey smiled, "You remember now? Did you remember anything else? Like where you're from, or anything like that?"

I thought harder. Where was I from? Surely I didn't just appear out of nowhere, did I? And there was also this...keyblade. There were so many dots on my mind, but I had no way to connect them. Everything was just a confuzzled mess.

I shook my head, "I can't recall anything else. Sorry."

"I'm sure you will. Well, in any case, nice to meet ya, Lynxa–, Lynxo–"

"You can just call me Lynx, I guess."

"Nice to meet ya, Lynx!"

I attempted to smile, forcibly, "Good to have met you too, Mickey."

As we walked, I was able to observe the scenery a little. The wind rustled through the soft green leaves. The sunlight was still dawning onto the trees, even though I was quite sure it would've faded away by now. The grass was crushed under our feet as we continued forward, step by step. Suddenly, Mickey stopped, jolting me back. He looked up, a surprised expression on his face. I turned my head to see why he had stopped.

There stood a tall, cloaked figure. He had a black coat, and his hood covered his face. The man took his hood off, revealing a tanned face with yellow eyes and long, yellow hair. Mickey pushed me back and conjured up his keyblade. Startled, I fell face down onto the ground, again.

I groaned, "Not this again," I used all my energy to slowly lift myself up.

Wait.

Something about the man's face seemed familiar. I squinted at his features, but couldn't pinpoint why I thought so in the first place. The yellow eyes? The hair? I wasn't sure. Mickey, with his giant key, stood in a combative manner, as if he was anticipating something.

The man held up a blindfold, and attached it to his face. In an instant, he had transformed from a tall and intimidating figure to a younger male with a paler complexion. I continued to stare at him, absolutely and utterly confused. Was it some sort of curse?

Likewise, Mickey lowered his keyblade and it disappeared. He approached the man.

"Riku!" he exclaimed.

"Your Majesty," the man replied. Then, he sniffed, "and a...friend?"

I pushed myself up and brushed of the grass, "Um...hi...?"

Mickey turned around, smiling apologetically, "Oh, gosh! Sorry, Lynx. It's just, Riku, for a second there, he looked just like...well, ya know..."

"You don't have to worry. I'm getting the hang of keeping the darkness under control." Riku responded.

I didn't know what they were talking about at all, but I was somewhat perturbed by this guy. His aura was somewhat familiar. Where have I seen that?

"That's great to hear!" Mickey replied. "But, did something go wrong? You told me Sora hasn't woken up yet..."

"The reason the Organization has stayed quiet since our battle at Castle Oblivion–it's not that we weakened their numbers." Riku explained. "They didn't just take Sora's memories apart–they went out of their way to make it hard to put back together."

"Gosh," said Mickey. "I guess that explains things. It's almost as if they're trying to buy some time..."

Riku nodded, "Exactly. Naminé isn't the only one picking up Sora's memories, and as long as the Organization has their hands on Sora's most precious memories–the ones of Kairi– I don't think Sora will recover."

Um, I gulped, maybe this is a little to personal for me to be bugging in on. Not that I know anything, but still...

I stood up quietly and tried to walk away from the two, but was abruptly interrupted by Riku's sniffing.

"Does she know?" he asked.

Know? About what? The only thing I know was my name, and that hadn't help too much.

Mickey sighed, "I'm not so sure. I was hoping you would recognize her. I just found her unconscious in Castle Oblivion out of nowhere."

"I don't recognize her," Riku frowned. "She doesn't have a distinctive smell like the Organization, or anyone else like that. It's best to leave an outsider outside of this, Your Majesty."

Well, I looked away, embarrassed, Good to know that I don't...smell...weird...

"Gee, Riku, are ya sure about that?" Mickey said. "She was using a keyblade and all, so I thought..."

"A keyblade?" Riku was bewildered, and turned to stare at me.

Though, I guess it wasn't staring, considering he had a blindfold on. Was he looking? Observing?

Or maybe he's smelling me again, I shuddered lightly. I can't quite understand why I found that act so...weird.

"I'm sure my problems aren't much of a big deal," I answered hesitantly. "I mean, from what I'm hearing, which I'm sure I shouldn't be listening to, but I'm sorry I can't help it–this Sora is in a much bigger conflict, so–"

"Who are you, anyways? Why do you have the keyblade?" Riku bombarded me with questions. "And why were you lingering in Castle Oblivion? What exactly are you up to?"

I thought to myself very hard, trying to answer him, but I couldn't find anything, "Look, I don't know! I don't know where this...keyblade came from, or what it really is. I didn't even know that place was called Castle Oblivion! Mickey, I'm thankful for you to find me and all that, but I don't know how I ended up there, and I'm sorry, okay?! It's just... I-It's–"

Home.

It felt like I was home.

But what does it feel like to be at home? I don't understand.

I don't remember.

My head was hurting much harder than usual, and I fell towards the ground again. I saw Mickey advancing towards me worriedly, but nevertheless slipped into unconsciousness.

(A/N: Hope you like it! I tend to be a bit too rushed, when I write, and I'm not so keen on that.

Kingdom Heart's OCs are so hard to balance properly.

A bit of criticism might be nice.)

Kushiroyume