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Riku: You only said it once before this.

Quiet you!

I couldn't believe it. He had a dream about me last night, too? It was insane, but how could it be true? My eyebrows furrowed in thought, and I looked down. This was so confusing.

Riku was a good guesser, apparently. His hand slid under my chin and lifted my face up to look at him. "You…had a dream about me last night, too?" he asked. I nodded. This was getting too weird for words. Riku fell back on his heels. "Wow. I've heard of weird, and I've heard of crazy, but this is definitely insane."

"Hey. Hey! What about me? I'm still here you know!"

"Go bug Kairi, Sora, okay?" Riku said, not really paying attention.

"Riku," Sora moaned, sounding like a little child.

"Sora! Riku!" This voice I had never heard before. It was female. This had to be the Kairi Riku was talking about.

"Kairi!" Like a child on Christmas morning, Sora ran towards Kairi and kissed her, full on the lips. I wasn't bothered by this.

"So," I asked Riku. "Is this Kairi Sora's girlfriend?"

"Don't you dare try to change the subject," he responded. "But to answer your question, yes she is. Now, can we move back onto the subject of our dreams?"

I sighed. "Well, I had a dream about a guy who looks like you, with a Keyblade. And he was fighting. Wait a minute—can I see your Keyblade?" Riku summoned it. I let out a gasp. "T-that's the Keyblade in my dream! It was you!" Riku hesitated.

"We think your Keyblade disappeared when you fell. Can you show it to me?" he asked.

I nodded, and summoned First Spring. I didn't really like it-too much pink for my tastes, but it did choose me-but maybe if Riku dreamed about me last night, then…

"It's the same Keyblade! You were in my dream!" Riku cried. My jaw fell open. Surely, this could not exist? We could not be dreaming about each other on the same night? It was quite frightening. My fists balled. If he thought it was a sign of affection, I better tell him what I thought.

"Listen here, Riku," I said, trying to keep my temper in check. (Hey, Eiji didn't call me a secret ginger for nothing) "So, we dreamed about each other. In mine, you were fighting something. I would assume that would be the same for you. Now, can we go ask what Kairi was yelling about?" I stood up, ignoring the ache that was still rattling my body. I started to walk, but I wobbled, and nearly fell, until a pair of hands grabbed my arm. I blushed, and tore my arm away from Riku, and stalked over to Sora and Kairi. All signs of lovey-doviness disappeared before I had even reached them. They appeared to be deep in conversation.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to blot the way Riku's hands felt on my skin. Sora turned towards me.

"It's nothing. Just official Keyblade business," he said simply. I sighed, and remembering I had not sent First Spring away yet, I pointed it at Sora's face.

"Must I remind you, Sora, that I passed the Mark of Mastery? I am hereby superior to you if you have not passed the test," I said. "So, therefore, I am allowed to know what is going on." Sora sighed.

"You know who King Mickey is?" I nodded. I had met him once or twice before. "Well, his captain of the guard and his court magician have been kidnapped." My heart sank.

"By Organization XIII?"

"Yup. And w-w-what makes it harder is that they're my friends. I don't know what is happening to them right now…" Sora trailed off, and started to cry. Shoot. I didn't mean to do that. I felt guilty now. I backed right into Riku. Was he ever going to leave me alone?

"C'mon," he muttered. "We should give Kairi some time to cheer Sora up." No. I don't want to be with you. Riku, why do you have a particular obsession with me? Just because I appeared in your dream once, it doesn't mean that I'm supposed to be your soul-mate or whatever. We'll probably be quest buddies for one quest. Maybe even half a quest, if I'm lucky. That's it. A quarter would be pushing it too far.

Riku dragged me along to the pier. "So," I asked. "Are you basically going to say that I'm a cruel girl who makes teenage boys cry when they unintentionally make them say that they're friends have been kidnapped? That I don't have the maturity and the emotional range to be a Keyblade Master? That my heart is filled with too much darkness? Well, that's just fine with me," I shouted, and then turned my back on Riku. I wasn't gonna cry, I wasn't gonna cry. Oh, screw this. I'm gonna cry. I felt Riku's hand on my shoulder. Get off of me. Can't you take a hint that the fact of turning your back on someone means you don't want to be touched and/or spoken to?

"No," he said. "I think you're a perfectly normal teenage girl, with the exception of being a Keyblade Master, of course, who got thrown down into a new mess, while you were still in the middle of an old one. You had just become a Keyblade Master, and you had just been betrayed by your 'sister'. I think your heart is perfectly normal-not too light, not too dark. You do have the maturity and the emotional range to be a Keyblade Master; you just need to unlock it first. And it wouldn't be fine with you if I agreed to all of those things, because then we would have gotten into a Keyblade battle to the death-with you quite possibly winning." He was so nice, so caring, so understanding, and I had been so mean to him.

"Thank you," I muttered. "Thank you for understanding." I hugged my arms to my chest, and my face ached with the effort not to cry. Because no matter how many times I told myself that it wasn't so, I knew it was. It was my fault, my fault. Mea culpa.

A/N: Another update in a day? Wow, I please you guys way too much. Anyway, reviews are love, and I'm going to edit the summary and the characters involved in the story, so it's just Riku, 'kay?