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'Xion'=thoughts
Day in the Life
Thin wisps of steam fumed from the bowl of ramen. A plastic fork stabbed the noodles, twirling in the typhoon of broth in order to comb through the vegetables.
Xion let out a sigh. "What? Don't look at me like that, the vegetables taste gross." Across from the kitchen table was a fat, smoky gray cat sitting in the chair with a watchful eye. Xion affectionately named him Smudge for the mud brown patch on its butt when she first found him abandoned on the street all those years ago.
Smudge emitted a low purr, staring at Xion as she slurped up the ramen, eventually Xion put her fork down and rested her cheek in her hand. "Fine, you win, I'll eat some of the carrots at least."
The gray stepped on the table towards Xion where caressed his fur. "You know, you're a very judgmental cat." She stood up, then walked over a few feet to her 'bedroom' and checked herself out in the mirror. Her apartment was just one room after all, a studio apartment her landlord loved to call it, with only the bathroom deserving separation.
Xion looked at her reflection up and down, tightening her black tie and tidying her school uniform so it didn't look it she just rolled out of bed. She took a comb and went through her short, black hair. Admittedly, it was a boyish cut, but she thought it always suited her well, and she didn't have to waste time brushing down super long hair everyday.
"Another day at school," She said to her reflection. "Then after that another day at work again and again and...no, what am I saying. I sound so sorry for myself. I should at least plan to do one thing fun for myself, maybe the beach..."
She picked up her apartment keys and school bag, then after double locking the apartment door began to doubt herself. "No, everyone from my school is gonna be at the beach and who am I gonna be with, my cat?"
Xion flew down the flight metal steps and ran across the street to the bike rack where her pale blue, vintage bike rested. "But a bike ride down sunset terrace sounds nice and maybe afterwards I'll have lunch by the seaside." She began peddling down the street. "That doesn't sound too bad actually!"
'Even if it is just me.'
Twilight Town was an average town, there were brick buildings, wooden houses, local shops and a painfully slow tram that connected all the locales and various districts. Beyond the town was a sparkling ocean that reached as far as one could imagine. It would truly be an unremarkable place if not for one thing that set it apart from so many places and so many worlds; the sun never set.
True to its name, the town was forever in everlasting twilight, never experiencing the stillness of night or the vibrancy of daybreak. The sun stood at a standstill, stationed just barely above the horizon, giving the world a beautiful, creamy orange haze and a calm atmosphere to match. Sure, Xion knew of other worlds with a more dynamic sky where the light of other worlds twinkled at night and the sky was blue, and the world was bright, but Twilight Town was all she ever knew, it was her town, her small world.
School was around a ten minute bike ride from the apartment complex, five if she was running late and cut through the creepy forest by the old mansion. Today, luckily wasn't one of those days and she sped down Station Heights street, with the school within reach.
Xion stared out at the wide stretch of flat land between the tram commons and the secluded area that encompassed the school. "Hm, doesn't look those black creatures here today I guess." 'Maybe they aren't even real after all.' She wondered as she pedaled faster towards the school.
Finally, she reached her school; Twilight West High, a sizeable high school, at least compared to Twilight East, with nothing particularly standout about it. Their own struggle team barely lasted throughout the season...although the status of their sports team was the last thing on her mind as she pushed her bike into the rack and made her way down the courtyard. No, it definitely had to be Mr. Vexen's chemistry test that slipped her mind as she was marathoning her favorite show (Dead Beat Town) a fifth time over.
"—Hey Xiooon!" She felt a hand slap her on the shoulder. It was Hayner, local attitude with unkempt hair, a freckled face, and a tie-less school uniform. "Man, you don't look so good right now."
"Really? Is it that noticeable?" She rubbed the back of her head. "I'm just a little bit worried about Mr. Vexen's test, that's all."
She watched as Hayner's carefree, cheerful expression, sink into the same anxiety stricken, pale face Xion had. "Th-That's today?" He croaked. "I thought it was tomorrow...what is it over?!"
"Uhh, magical properties and naming elements from the periodic table."
"Aw man, thanks for telling me, good thing it's my last hour."
"Well it's literally my second hour so that's why I look like death right now...but I guess Pence and Olette already got the memo."
"Yeah, I was wondering why they were going to school early, but those early hour cram sessions never helped me anyway."
Xion smirked. "Not to someone who's probably half asleep in class everyday."
"What? Am not, at least not everyday...ugh. That's why we have homeroom, to do all the stuff we were supposed to do last night!"
"True, but your homeroom teacher is Ms. Larxene, right? I can't believe she doesn't try to like torture her students!"
"That's 'cause she's always asleep, it's the calm before the storm. Pray for me that Ms. Larxene doesn't try to bite my head off next hour, though."
"Ha, I think we all need a prayer session before her class!"
"Tell me about it...well, I'll see you later."
"Mm hm."
The two parted ways from each other to separate ends of the school.
Xion trekked up the stairs to reach her homeroom class with the elegant Mr. Marluxia; an odd man with a pretty face to compensate. He wore an all black suit with black gloves that highlighted his thin frame, a near unremarkable presentation, save for his pastel pink hair that flowed down to his back.
Being so devilishly handsome, all the girls clustered around his desk to chatter away and make jokes with him, making the boys madly jealous of him. It didn't help he was also one of the school's cheerleading coach and tennis coach on the off season, so everyday he'd received a mountain of love letters and death threats that piled high on his desk and after the day ended, the mountain would move into the recycling bin. He'd always made a point to read each one, the contents ranging from marriage to getting pushed off a cliff. Today, Marluxia tediously cut the letters he received into small pieces so there would be more room in the recycling bin for once.
After the bell rang, Marluxia put down his scissors and stood up in front of the class with the intentions of an announcement. He greeted everyone with a slight bow, then cleared his throat. "Greetings class, I don't usually make a big show of these things, but Head Master Ansem requested that we teachers speak about the situation that happened last Friday."
He continued. "To put it simply, don't make a fool out of yourself and use magic in the bathroom or on school property without explicit permission from your superiors. There's cameras all over this building and you will get caught. That is all."
'So the rumors were true, Seifer really was doing it in the bathroom.' Xion chewed on the eraser of her pencil then tapped it on her chemistry study guide. 'Not that it's surprising, guess I won't be seeing him in class today.'
"—Ahem! Hey guys listen up!" Announced a curly white haired student who recently entered the class, several other preppy, way-too-excited-to-be-here students surrounded him. Marluxia shushed his class down while the students who weren't already drooling on their desks, lifted their heads in acknowledgement, meanwhile Xion remained dedicated to staring blankly at the study guide.
"Next week is gonna be the start of homecoming spirit week, ending out with a Friday night struggle game and the hoco dance on Saturday! Make sure you guys dress up and support our team against our longstanding rivals with Twilight East. See ya guys there!"
The students representing the school's own student council were met with blank stares and a cough from everyone in the class, Marluxia uttered a flat, "Thank you." And they were off on their way to left to reiterate the same speech to another homeroom class.
Xion had a brief fascination with becoming so involved with school activities, going to games, dressing up in her best for a dance, like a normal high schooler, but whenever she remembered her utter lack of a social circle, those dreams were soon dashed away. What did she owe this school anything, but lunch money and good grades. Which she wasn't even sure she could do that much if the study guide was going to be written in the same, incomprensible foreign language as the test.
*ring-ring
"There's the bell, have a nice rest of the day everyone and I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Bye Marluxia~" The girls cooed as they left homeroom sticking together like glue.
Xion dragged her feet out of homeroom and down the crowded hallways, soon ending up at room 400; Vexen's dreaded classroom-lab hybrid. She pushed the door open to see a few students last minute cramming while everyone else flocked around Vexen's desk like flies to light, hoping if they pestered them enough he'd crack eventually and make the test open notes.
Plopping her backpack on the long, black lab table, reeking of distilled magic and chemicals, Xion opened up her notebook to go over her notes a last time only for Vexen to stand up from his desk with a thick stack of test paper in his arm.
"I want nothing on your desk except for a pencil and calculator." Vexen said. He prowled around the classroom, taking delight in seeing his student's faces slowly drain of color when he placed the test packet on their tables.
When it was Xion's turn to get her test, she confidently wrote her name in the blank, then considered her life choices when she saw question 1...
With the ringing of the school's dismissal bell still fresh in her memory, a pale blue, vintage bike with a red backpack wobbling in the little straw basket, sped down the street corner. Xion firmly grasped the handle bar in one hand while she ate a warm, fluffy roll in the other—her favorite bakery always made a fresh batch of bread after school ended.
"Ah, the ocean is straight ahead!" She pushed on the pedals and rolled past the cobblestone path onto the boardwalk where the city ended and the ocean began. It glowed and sparkled a vibrant orange as the waves slowly collided against each other. For a moment, just for a moment, all of her worries swept away under the current and she was brisked off to a world with no school, no work, no rent, only the warmth of twilight enveloping her body and the soothing wails of the ocean cries.
It was her, alone, the world she always knew it to be. It was light, weightless, free-falling. It was her slamming her head face first on the hard planks of the boardwalk as her body lay lopsided against another.
"Uuuuugh." Xion groaned, she got to her feet and wiped the dust particles off the folds of her skirt. "Why can't good things ever..." She trailed off when she saw a boy draped under a black coat lying unconscious on the ground with a bike skid mark stamped across his back.
"Oh god...did I run him over? It's not like I did it on purpose, I didn't even see him, there's no one even here right now, so..." She shook her head to clear away the ill thoughts clouding her mind. "That's not important."
Xion bent down and turned his body over, then began performing basic routine medical procedures she picked up from a TV show. She took out cure ointment and rubbed it around his face and body. 'He's still breathing, that's good, and his heartbeat is in check.' Without giving much thought to it, she pushed away his disheveled, blonde bangs, her free hand soon caressing over the dried blood and scratch marks barred on his cheek.
'Why is he here?'
It was her first thought, not it had to be her last thought among the billions of others, but before she had a moment to think, the boy's eyes suddenly fluttered open and Xion quickly backed away, holding her guard up as the boy stood up to his feet.
The tattered black cloak fell down to his feet, revealing a thin body with only hints of a developing muscle mass. Scars and bruises were scattered across his torso, badges of combat, etching deep in some places more than others. It was a body that belonged to someone that was both feared and yet, always afraid, Xion thought, but the boy's soft, round face told an entirely different story. She wasn't scared of him, not at all, in fact it was the other way around. When Xion took a step closer, he took two steps backwards, timid, like a scared puppy, that's exactly what he reminded her of.
"Hey, what's your name?" Xion finally asked.
"I'm...Roxas!"
"And I'm Xion."
"Xion? Yeah, thanks for running me over with that bike by the way."
"Uh...sorry." Xion mumbled, embarrassment creeping up her throat. "I was kind of hoping you forgot that part," She said with a weak smile.
Roxas rubbed the back of his head. "Man, how could I. You hit my head pretty hard, I kind of forgot where I was."
"Twilight Town, guess that means you aren't from around here. Hm...well...uh..." She began stuttering, not sure if she wanted to put her thoughts into words, but it was kind of her fault he probably had head trauma or something like that. "If you need anywhere to stay, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay with me."
"Cool. Lead the way."
"Really? After I just...you know..."
He shrugged. "No where else to go."
"Right..." 'That was a lot easier than I thought, hopefully he won't press charges.' "Let me just get my...my..." Xion frantically searched the boardwalk, a bike was a pretty hard thing to miss, and yet, her vintage, pale blue bicycle with the cute little woven basket and broken bell was nowhere to be found. She clenched her heart, then sunk to her knees.
"No, no, no, it's probably 50ft under by now..." She pounded her fist on the boardwalk. "Damn it!"
Roxas gawked at her miniature breakdown, unable to comprehend her feelings on any level so he just stood there, awkwardly. He glanced back at the vast ocean, then to Xion and eventually mustered up the gut to say something, "Hey," He rubbed the back of his neck. "Whatever happened to your bike, I sure am glad it's gone, haha ha!"
Xion shot Roxas daggers and he recoiled back in confusion. 'That sure didn't cheer her up.' "Ok so, you just wanna go to your hideout or whatever?"
"Wait...My what?"
"Your hideout, like your base of operations, you know."
"Wait- wait," She let out a giggle. "You mean my home! Yeah, yeah, let's get going, it's getting late anyways."
"Really? Couldn't tell."
"Ha, you sound like a tourist. You can tell by the way the birds travel, they have an internal clock and when the birds are gone, then you know it's late."
"Or you could just use a clock."
"Sure, we do have a giant clock tower."
The two walked off the boardwalk and down into the streets of the residential district. They garnered a few awkward stares from Roxas' lack of clothes, but no one from school spotted Xion with him and that's all she really cared about.
After a while, Xion slowed down a bit to match Roxas' rather leisurely pace and gave him a small, courteous smile.
"Soooo...I know you're not from around here, but where were you from?"
"A castle. At least, that's as far back as I remember. Big, white, and it was in this city where it was always night time, place was pretty empty too. Probably 'cause there was only about six or seven of us there at any given time."
"Really?" Her eyebrow rose out of curiosity. "So how'd you get here?"
"Well..." He paused, hesitant to speak. "I was sent out here on a mission, but I got attacked by my target really bad."
"Oh," Xion said quietly. "Sorry, guess I kind of made it worse then, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much, but don't sweat it. Getting hit by a bike is a lot better than internal bleeding."
"Right...so are you going back to that castle, no wait, your 'hideout'?"
"I'll have to eventually, I think. Not like it matters, I'm nobody to them, nothing at all."
"You have to mean something to them, why else would they send you here?"
"To get out of the way."
"Well, Roxas, aren't you upset about it?" Xion caught herself unintentionally raising her voice and so she muttered quietly, "At least a little?"
"No, should I be? I don't really feel anything, sadness, happiness, I do my job then I do it again."
"I know how that feels." A sigh escaped from her breath. "It's just me and my cat...so I really hope you're not allergic to them or anything 'cause then I'd totally have to kick you out!"
"Me out? Gee, I see where your priorities are."
"He is my life and blood—Oh! Here it is!" Xion ran down to the apartment complex and then up the metal steps while Roxas stumbled behind her, careful not to trip up the steps. After fidgeting with her keys, she opened the apartment and Roxas was greeted with the distinct smell of old cat fur and sea-salt air freshener. They both walked into the meager, studio apartment together, slipping off their shoes as their feet shuffled across the fuzzy, white carpet.
Roxas eased himself into a gray armchair, marked with dozens of claw marks and tufts of fur, then rested his head on his hand. "So where's this stupid cat of yours?"
"No idea, he doesn't like strangers so he's probably hiding somewhere. Don't worry though, he'll pop out eventually," Xion said as she was gathering an armful of clothes. "In the meantime, help yourself if you're hungry!"
'Seems like she's in a hurry, guess I shouldn't bother her and I am kind of hungry, so might as well.' He approached the kitchen and opened up a cupboard with about a dozen packages of cheap ramen in a variety of different flavors and he grabbed the extra spicy shrimp and egg flavor. Next to the cupboard was the fridge with slightly improved food diversity: a carton of milk, a package of half empty oven ready cookies, and a box of leftover pepperoni pizza. In the freezer section, there were a few TV dinners, but it was mostly packed tight with boxes of sea-salt ice cream.
'She doesn't eat very healthy huh.' Roxas took out a slice of pizza and after plucking off the pepperoni, he ate it cold. Next, he filled a pot with water, placed it on the stovetop, then threw in the ramen cake. He tried turning on the oven, but all that emitted from the burner was a pathetic wisp of black smoke.
"Xiooooon! The stove won't turn on!" He yelled out.
"It runs on magic, there's fira in the cupboard below!" She yelled back.
Roxas chewed on the remaining pizza crust. 'It runs on magic? Last time I checked magic is for combat.' He took out a box of 'Premium Fira Magic—great for cooking and campfires!' and found a dozen small, red-orange, orbs wasting away in self contained capsules. "Whoa! This is so weird! Magic is manufactured in this world?!"
He pulled out a small compartment on the oven front labeled 'insert magic here' and dropped an orb into the compartment. Just like that, the stove stop burned with a ferocious fire that made this water nice and bubbly. As the ramen was cooking, he rummaged through the cupboard for other 'magic spells' it hid.
"There's some thunder magic, blizzzard magic, aero magic, oh—even some poison magic for rat repellent? I don't think I've ever been to a world so acclimated with magic, it reminds me of Hollow Bastion! And it smells like lunch is ready!"
Roxas took two plastic bowls from the cupboard and poured a share of ramen in each bowl. A few minutes in and he felt a menacing stare burn a hole through him. "...oh it's you, her cat. You look...nice."
"Mrow." The cat prowled around the table, glaring intently at the strange, blonde headed boy.
"You must be hungry, sorry, but that one is for Xion. You can have some of mine." Roxas lifted a noodle from his bowl and wavered it in front of the cat. "Kitty want food~" He chirped.
"Hissss!" The cat clamped down on his finger, then pounced on his face.
"Gaaaaah!" Roxas screamed. "Get this shitty cat off of me!"
"Roxas? Roxas!" Xion burst from the bathroom and peeled Smudge off of Roxas' face, she set him down on the floor, then began delicately stroking his fur until he was calmed down enough to retreat back into Xion's bed. Xion stood up with a look of apology on her face struggling to compete with her instinctive desire to laugh out loud in his face.
"Sorry about that," She said quietly.
"Hey just a few...dozen...more scratches to add to the collection. So what's with the dorky get up, going somewhere?"
"Dorky...oh you mean this," Xion pinched her white clip on tie with mini blue ice creams decorating it. Suiting the tie was a seafoam green button up shirt and a black hat with the sunset parlor logo plastered on the front. It was, by all accounts, dorky, but it never really registered in her mind until that word came out of his mouth.
"Yeah, guess so." She felt her face getting hot. 'I'm going to be self conscious about this all day.' "Well, uh, I should get going. Since my bike is broken and everything, it'll take like 20 minutes for me to get to work."
"...where do you work?"
"At this ice cream shop, it's called the sunset parlor. You've seen it before?"
"Wait, is it a small brick building with that ice logo on the front. I think I know where it is."
"Cool, but that's not gonna help me much."
"No, watch this." Roxas stood up from the table and stood in center of the kitchen, a chilling sensation swept across the apartment. The type of feeling Xion got when it was late and she was in the middle of unlocking her apartment door, or whenever she stayed after for test corrections in Mr. Vexen's class.
Suddenly, a thin, veil of shadows coiled around Roxas' feet like snakes, wrapping around and extending across the floor. The shadows rose over Roxas' head, creating an oval shaped abyss, animate as much as it was hollow. Roxas flashed grinned, proud of his terrifying creation, and beckoning for Xion to come closer.
"What-what is that?"
"It's a dark corridor and it'll take you to your job immediately."
"I'm good, I think I rather take my chances walking."
"What seriously? Don't be scared by it. I won't let you get hurt in there and it'll only be like a few seconds until we're there."
"We barely know each other and now you're telling me to go into some creepy black hole so I can get to the place I hate even faster? Nothing against you or anything, but you must be out of your mind if you think I'm going in there."
"Fine, whatever. Let's take a hike, but at least let me come with you. Last place I want to be is cooped up here with your demon cat."
"Since you're coming with me, at least look decent. Here," She threw him a black sweatshirt with the words 'cats are better than people' in big, chunky letters across the front. Roxas begrudgingly pulled it over his head, then made his way to the door where Xion followed.
They went down the apartment stairs and made their way down the street. "One good thing about this place, it's never night time, so no creepy monsters can come eat you up!" Roxas exclaimed, attempting and failing to get a rise out of Xion.
"Right, 'creepy monsters' so scary," She rolled her eyes. "But can you tell me how it is...the night I mean."
"Weird...or maybe that's not the right word; mysterious? On a clear night, you can see the light of all the worlds, the stars."
Xion went quiet for a moment, then looked back up at Roxas, spellbound. "...You've probably been to all the different worlds out there and seen all sorts of places. I've only read about them and took tests over it, but you, you've lived it."
"Yeah, pretty much, maybe someday we can..." He stopped himself, then smirked. "Actuallly, you're about to find out why I go to so many different worlds. Stay back."
That same chilling sensation she felt in the apartment snaked down her spine as several small black portals dotted the ground and inky, black creatures with beady yellow eyes crawled out from the depths of darkness to the world of light; Heartless. Xion shrinked in fear, while Roxas beamed with confidence, he held his hand out and an oversized key manifested in his hand.
"Roxas...what's going on?! Why do you have a key in your hand and not I don't know...a knife or something?!" Xion shrieked.
"Watch this!" Roxas leapt high up in the air, then with deadly accuracy threw his keyblade like a spear at the swarm of heartless. The key impaled straight through three consecutive heartless and when he landed back on the ground, he called his keyblade back and slashed through three more.
"Roxas...um...over here!" Xion kicked the monsters that were getting dangerously close to her feet, only for them to get right back up and continue crawling towards her. Just when she thought she was surrounded, the keyblade circled around her and destroyed the shadows in one fell swoop.
All that remained of the heartless were tiny, fragile pink hearts that floated upwards into the twilight sky. Xion stood there, awestruck by the beauty that came from such vile creatures. "I-I get it now. Those black creatures I see in the distance...they are real. This town just got interesting."
"Think so?" Roxas tapped his keyblade on the ground to get rid of the black substance that remained as mere memories of the battle. The key disappeared in his hand and he approached Xion, grinning. "So did you see me? Pretty cool, right?"
"Huh? Sorry, must of missed all of that. Being terrified for my life and everything."
Roxas pushed on her shoulder. "You're lying."
Xion pushed back. "And you're a show off," She shook her head. "But I'll admit, that was pretty cool."
He smiled. "Oh...about your job. When do you have to go there?"
"Good question," Xion took out her phone and checked the time. "Five minutes." She said with a peaceful smile.
The two sprinted down the street, blazing past corners and the occasional old lady walking by. Never missing a beat until they eventually collapsed in the parking lot of sunset parlor.
"...hah...hah...we're here..." Roxas rose to his feet. "Maaan...I still hate running."
"Even with your...hah...superhuman powers." Xion rested her hands on her knees. "What happened to all that fancy jumping and backflips?"
"With wherever my patience went. Ready?"
They dragged their feet across the asphalt, on the sidewalk, then finally onto the freshly mopped, white tiled floor of the parlor. The store was bright and white, very corporate looking, behind the creamy granite counter was a stainless steel working environment. Employees were rushing around with packages of ice cream cones, sweeping up wasted toppings, wiping off vanilla ice cream remains that landed on their black aprons. The only worker who didn't seem to be completely losing their mind (on the outside at least) was the young woman working at the front counter with a clunky headset on.
Xion approached the counter while Roxas stayed behind in one of the cherry red leather booths. "Hey Tifa, looks pretty busy tonight."
"Yeah, there's like a special going on or something, but more importantly, who's that?"
Xion stood in front of Tifa. "Who's who?"
Tifa smiled. "You know, that guy in the booth who came in with you."
"What guy?"
Tifa rested her arms on the counter, she was by all accounts a young adult; mature, paid for her own taxes, able to use magic recreationally, however, that didn't stop Tifa from being a little playful when she needed to be. "Xion, here, I think there's something on your..." She pushed Xion's head down on the counter, then waved to Roxas. "Hey you, c'mere! Welcome to Sunset Parlor!"
'Please don't come, please don't come!'
Roxas stood beside Xion at the counter.
'Great!'
"You must be one of Xion's friends, how come I've never seen you around here before?"
"His name is Roxas and he just moved here. Great now you know everything about him, so no more questions!" Xion blurted out.
"Come on, just one more. Roxas, would you be interested in getting a job here? We need all the help we can get as you can see."
"Sure, shouldn't be too hard."
"Ha, ha, someone's confident. Let me just find you an application and I'll tell my boss Saïx that you're interested."
"Wait, Saïx?"
"Mm hm, the general manager. You know him?"
"Uh..um..I think I left something outside...I'll be right back!" Roxas slowly backed away out of the store and attempted to make a run for it only to run into the person he wanted to see the least. Saïx.
Tall and brooding, with long, blue spiky hair, piercing yellow eyes, and a visible X shaped scar etched deep into his forehead. Saïx played the part of local guy you definitely didn't want to mess with, but his colorful work uniform and his passive position as manager of an ice cream shop, heaven on earth for kids, took away what little fear he could've radiated. Not that he ever let it stop him from being as intimidating as possible to his employees and past subordinate, Roxas.
A brief moment of surprise flickered across Saïx's face before settling back into a stone cold glare, a look Roxas was well accustomed to. He took a long inhale from his cigarette, then breathed out a low, dark cloud of smoke. "Roxas..." He began, slowly, trying to pick his words out carefully so it would hang over the boy's head. "The Organization sent out another one."
"Yeah, guess so and here I thought I'd never see you again. All the worlds out there, and you just had to be in this one."
"If you're here, then the Organization must not want you around."
A/N: So this story has a different take on the kingdom hearts story, but the overall message and themes remain the same. If you have any questions, feel free to ask and thanks for reading :)
