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Part 3

I'm not really sure what happened next, bit I found myself strapped down in an airplane. My eyes suddenly grew wide as I looked out the window, pressing my fingers against the cold glass. I saw Riku standing in the sand below, looking at me with great, overwhelming grief. I looked for Sora and Kairi, but I didn't see them.

I looked back at Riku and shouted over the helicopter's roar, "I'll come back for you, Riku! I promise I'll come back! I don't know how and I don't know when, but I will!"

I felt someone slam me back against the seat as the helicopter rose above the clouds and sped off towards a new destination. I looked at the pilot and saw that it was my mom, I had never known she could fly, but I didn't care. I was hurt and I was crying again. Riku was gone, I had been taken from him by my parents who rejected him greatly. As I cried, I slowly drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Hours later, I had awoken again to find myself on an unfamiliar island. I unhooked myself as the helicopter set down. I jumped out, feeling numb as I walked across the red sand. The trees brought a haunting shadow about the island and the ocean's waves seemed to mock my very existence. I didn't like this island. It wasn't anything like Destiny Island. In my mind, the island was screaming bloody murder.

I looked at the building that I could see just through the trees. I shivered at the sight. It was black and the shadows seemed to make it creepier than it looked. I felt a nudge on my back and stumbled forward as my mom pushed me along, growling, "Hurry up, your father is wanting to speak to you."

I stiffened, but I kept going for fear of what my mother would do. When I reached the door of the building, it opened to reveal a creepy hallway made of solid metal. It was lit by dim torches that cast shadows everywhere and made me even more reluctant to go, but my mom persisted and I kept moving until we came to another room that was much bigger, but not brighter, and if nothing, all the more dark. "You go right until you reach a door." my mom told me.

I had no choice but to listen and headed to the next hallway. What seemed like an eternity, I came to the door. I was very hesitant. I missed Riku so much, he would calm my fears, but Riku wasn't here anymore I reminded myself. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. It swung forward and I found this room had a fire in it and a lamp lit the room. In the middle of the room, was a desk. A man with a hood on sat at the desk, looking straight at me. I knew instantly who it was and didn't come in until his icy voice sounded, "Come in, come in, Amy. I've been wanting to talk to you."

"A-About what?" I managed, my voice as shaking. I didn't like my father, and now that I knew exactly what he had done with Riku, it made me all the more scared of him.

"About that boy on the island you're so fond of." Ansem replied, gesturing that I sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I moved and my legs felt like water and when I sat down, I was shaking so hard, I feared I wouldn't be able to get up again. All of the shadows chilled me, and just hearing my father shook me up, and apart from all that, I feared Ansem might try to find Riku again and hurt him. I didn't want that.

Ansem removed his hood, his silver hair following from his head and his orange-red eyes pierced through the darkness and bore into me. "Your mother says that you fell in love with him, correct?"

I wouldn't deny it, I never would and I nodded weakly. "Yes, and I still love him."

Ansem nodded, "I see. And did you know that this boy, Riku, is like me?"

I shook my head, anger rising from within the fear, "He's nothing like you. The only thing he has in common with you is that dark aura around him."

Ansem looked amused, "So you can sense it? I would have thought so, it isn't that hard. Okay, well tell me this, why do you love him? After what he did to me?" Ansem seemed calm, but I knew why he was asking these questions. He wanted to know everything for something, some reason, but I didn't know what. "and are you sure he loves you?"

"I know nothing of what he did to you. I only know what you did to him. You used him to hurt his friends, the people he cared for. I love him for his courage, how he acts, and a few other things. I also know he loves me. I can sense that too, Ansem. I love him in return." I responded, by voice rising from it's quite state and into a growl.

"Did you see this to give you proof, or did Riku tell you?" Ansem asked, talking about how Ansem had used Riku.

"I saw, damn it!" I snarled, wanting to leave.

Ansem stood up and walked around his desk and stood in front of me, glaring, "Do not use that tone with me! And I thought I told you to stay away from that!" Ansem raised his hand and smacked me in the face like my mother had. It stung as my head was jerked to one side. He had struck me harder than my mom and when I looked at Ansem, my eyes were full of continuous rage. "Don't you care about me at all?" I demanded of Ansem.

Ansem glowered at me and spat, "No, I don't care for you at all, why do you think I made you and your mother leave? You were just getting in my way. If I truly cared for you, you'd know. I hate you, you insolate little brat!"

My eyes hardened and my body stiffened as I growled, "Damn you, you jackass!" That earned me another smack across the face. This time it was much different. I felt pain lace through my body and my eyes watered from the sting. I knew what my father had done, he had used some of his own power as punishment.

I stood up, shoving past him, rage flooding my body. I was heading for the door when I opened it, I slammed it. I didn't know where I was going as I wandered through the black metal house my father lived in. I only knew I wanted out. As I wandered, I came across the door I had entered the building at. It opened as I stepped up to it, light spilling in. I was blinded at first and had to shield my eyes as I stepped out, even though shadows still surrounded me.

I wandered the island, not finding my mom's helicopter anywhere. I was saddened, wishing I could have tried to fly it, but I would have brought myself to my death. As I wandered aimlessly through the red sand, my face still stinging, I slowly began to feel different. The fear in me was ebbing away, all of the pain ebbed too. I felt strange and different. I longed for Riku to be there so I could ask him what was wrong. After half an hour, I had gone completely numb and was just sitting in the deep red sand. My eyes were closed as I listened to the ocean and I soon found myself asleep, drifting into darkness. Unable to fight because I never knew what it was.

One year had passed and my longings to see Riku had dulled down and my eyes were usually distant as I remembered him, but I had given up hope a long time ago of ever seeing him again. My hair had grown longer and I was now wearing a black leather jacket under a black shirt. I wore black jeans and had on black leather gloves. A sword was at my side. I had grown about an inch and I was sitting out in the sunlight. In the year that had passed by ever so slowly, I was trained to fight and to protect myself. I was never to leave the island, and I had not seen another place since.

Ansem himself had taught me, and for a few months I resented him and my mother, but soon, I began to realize that if I didn't cooperate, something just might happen to me, so I obeyed everything they told me to do. And now I looked like this. I looked down at the sand, my eyes catching sight of the red and black heart imprinted on my shoulder of the jacket. I sighed, fiddling with a swirl of darkness around my finger. Yes, I had obtained the power of darkness. That was mine, not lightning like my mother, but darkness like my father.

I picked myself up and the wisps of darkness vanished and I trekked over to where I stayed, in a room with it's own entrance to the outside. I thought about what my father had told me, that he hated me because of what I had done. I don't think he hats me too much now, in fact, he usually seems happy to teach me things now. He had been like that ever since I had punched my mother when I had grown angry at her only months before. I think he wanted me to be like him this whole time, but had never seen any resemblance in me towards him, and so he hated me and cast me aside like he had my mother. She, of course, was long dead now. Ansem had told me to kill her. I hadn't wanted too, but then he reminded me what she had done to Riku. He reminded me what she had taken away from me, and that made me madder than I had been before. I was mad at Ansem, but within the depths of my heart, I was madder at my mother.

I had gone to where she was staying. I remember how cold my voice had sounded a I spoke with her. She had not yet discovered that I had the powers of darkness and still thought of me as nothing more than a cast away. She learned quick though. I remember how I had unsheathed my sword from it's sheath and had smirked at her as she had given me that sneering look she had given me ever since we had arrived on this island. I was smirking at her as I swung my sword at her. I remember the dark trail it had left behind, I remember how it had flown at her and killed her instantly. I remember with regret, I remember everything now.

Things I had forgotten when I was on Destiny Island one year ago, things I had forgotten, I remembered now. I remembered everything up to when I was six. Every image was stuck in my head and I wish them away, but they don't go away. The ones that haunt me twenty-two seven are the ones of Riku. Even if the pain had gone, every time I see his face in my mind, I cry for hi, but I never see him.

The words I had told him before I was taken forcefully by my mother haunted me in my dreams and my own mind mocked me. But now, I was determined to see Riku once more. I had made a promise I was going to keep. I didn't know he would recognize me now, but it didn't matter. I had changed in the last year, when I was sixteen, I had been shy and not wanting to talk. Now I am seventeen and I long for someone like Riku, but I want Riku all the same. But the feeling, it just wasn't the same. My memory had slowly began to reject him, but I still fought to remember him, and I always would. Now was the day I was going to find him.

I had learned a new trick just last week and I had mastered it in that time, it was a trick my father didn't know about. I stood outside my room and took one last look at it before raising my hand and summoning a portal of darkness. I willed it to take me to Destiny Island. Then I stepped into it and it vanished as soon as I passed. When I came out on the other side, I found myself kneeling in the sand. I felt tired, like I had used more energy than I was supposed to, and I probably had, but it would be worth it. I looked at the white sand and picked it up, letting it run through my fingers.

I stood up, brushing my jacket off and looked around. Flashes of the island came back to me and I realized that I was on the other side of the island from where Riku always hung out. So maybe I hadn't mastered it after all, but at least I was back on Destiny Island. I looked towards the ocean and remembered its comfort. I smiled before turning around and walking towards Riku's favorite hang out.

I crossed through the middle of the island and catching many peoples' eyes. Some of them gave me strange looks, while other, teenagers and people my age, turned to stare. The people who had given me strange looks, I knew, had seen the Heartless sign of my father. As I exited the small down and came to the other side of the island, I spotted Sora and Kairi playing volleyball with Tidus and Wakka. Selphie was keeping score from what it looked like. I didn't see Riku anywhere.

I shrugged and wanted to go see Sora and Kairi, but I resisted because I wanted to see Riku first. I moved over to where his hang-off island and tree was and saw him sitting there, staring out at the ocean. I wanted to run to him, but I didn't. I wanted to surprise him. I quietly walked up to him and he didn't turn or move. When I was behind him, I was grinning and I whispered as I leaned down next to his ear, "Did you miss me?" My voice was teasing and held happiness it hadn't had for the past year.

This is where I am stopping. If you want more, please review and I'll give you more. I already have Part 4 in the documents thing so I can upload it.