Hey! Here's a summary of what's already happened.

1. Sora and Riku came home from ? (can't tell you, it's a spoiler!)

2. Sora confessed his feelings to Kairi, in a little short romance thing, idk.

3. Sora, Riku, and Kairi hang out on the island they used to play on.

4. Wait... this is chapter 4.

The dirt path was long, never-ending, ahead of him. The bright, green grass swaying in the slight breeze only added onto the seeming distance. At least Castle Oblivion was far behind him now. Even if it had taken hours to navigate the halls. He had had no brain at the time of his Nobody's death and his awakening. Just like when Ansem the Wise had taken him in and made him an apprentice. No memory of the past, no thoughts for the future. Just the name Xehanort. He always did wonder what his past was like. Maybe he wasn't losing all his sanity, maybe those pictures in his mind were possibly memories of some sort. Maybe the voices he had heard were voices he had heard in the past. If that was the case, he had just wasted potentially valuable time walking miles in the same direction getting nowhere.

"Yes... you still do have quite a lot to learn. Much like I did when I was your age."

It sounded like the old man, he was quite sure. He had that weariness in his voice, the same kind you'd find in a man who was ready to take his last few breaths, and well… die.

"I don't have much longer you see, and I had so many... plans for the world. That's how you were born (with a little help, of course.) Now your lifetime goal is to carry out those plans, nothing else. I mean, look around you, you have no other chance at life."

MEANWHILE...

Sora sat on the couch in his boredom, and self-loathing. The news was on, again, showing something that wasn't very new anymore still. Some Heartless were running around on the streets as usual and people could even see a few Dusks here and there. Sure he could go out and help, but what use would it be if they'd just come right back stronger by numbers? Roxas had told him many times about the Pureblood and Emblem Heartless, though he'd never given much thought to divide them into different categories. So far, the Destiny Islands' Heartless population was just Pureblood. It sounds cruel to see all these creatures on your home and do nothing about it, but they had tried. Sora's Anti-form had them under his control for a few days, but the Heartless were attracted to him and as a result, they started to spread. The aftermath of that form didn't have a nice effect on Sora either. A story best left unsaid, and a story left unheard.

"These creatures have made another attack, this one just off of the main highway. The victim was a young woman, age nineteen. She has chosen to remain anonymous, but does say that she was driving home when a band of creatures more commonly known as Shadow Heartless appeared in front of her car. She swerved off the road and crashed into a tree, but when she managed to free herself from the wreckage. Though, the attack still wasn't over. The other white creatures known as Nobodies, specifically Dusks, attacked her to the point where she was an inch away from d—" Sora shut off the tv, not wanting to hear about it. Sure it was something that happened everyday in town. Like robbery, or identity theft. Murder or conspiracy or you get it now. Either way, he didn't like seeing it, hearing about it, or (by some chance that the universe hates him) experiencing it. His friends had learned that quickly, after another story left unsaid. Riku slid in through the partially open door of the treehouse and sat down next to him. Neither said a word, or moved. Everything seemed frozen in time, they were so still. Riku would have liked to cheer Sora up or do what friends do when one of them is upset about one thing or another, but his best friend was not in the mood. It won't be long, Riku thought, before he snaps out of it. Still it's a rare sight to see him so down. His eyes wandered around the treehouse, from the hanging party lights, to the bunk beds and boxes, down to the sanded floor composed of wood planks. Two side-by-side grooves had been worn into the floor, belonging to the one and only, happy-go-lucky, ray of sunshine named Sora. They'd gotten in trouble so many times, that in his nervousness he would swing his legs back and forth. Once, they used the grooves to keep their skateboards. Ah, bet you thought it was Roxas who learned that and taught it to him. Wrong! Sora already knew how, so Roxas learned as a "natural" ability.

Sora hadn't noticed Riku, having retreated into the confines of his heart. He didn't feel anything outside, he didn't see, didn't hear. He wasn't lying on the couch lazing around; he was walking around on a mural waiting for her. If he ever needed a friend that was out of reach, he'd find them here. The silence in there was deafening, Roxas had never really done this before, being his Nobody and mentally challenged. This mural was his and his only. Roxas had his own special place, but he shared it with someone who easily could be his twin. Up to three in stories unsaid. Despite being one in the same, they were as different as night and day, keeping their distances from each other.

At the same moment that Sora had withdrawn himself, Roxas had opened his eyes to find something or someone else on his mural. He couldn't see too well who or what it was, the hood on his Organization cloak was covering his eyes a little. For some reason, Roxas had become so attached to it since he remembered everything about his days in the Organization. Maybe it was the good memories that it reminded him of, but he wasn't about to give the Roxas Fan Club any ideas after the AkuRoku incident, even worse for Sora because of that one time they had to kidnap a girl for suggesting SoRiku. He'd paid Yuffie to dress up like a fourteen year-old and give them non-yaoi pairings, like RokuNami and SoKai. Back to the main topic, so many mysteries surrounded him, and so little answers ever came. Sora wouldn't be any help; he'd already given his one answer: who his complete self was. Namine, the only other Nobody like him... not even she really understood it. He kept his eyes locked onto it, and summoned Oblivion. It didn't seem to notice or care, it didn't even twitch. Roxas felt something in the grip of his free hand. It had been a long time since he last saw this particular Keyblade. The handle was pale green and completely surrounded by the red guard sporting two spikes on each side that pointed diagonally downward. The shaft had concave edges and was red-orange at the base and gradually lightened up towards the blade ending in a point. On the tip was a large, silver X-shaped charm not unlike the upper half of the Nobody symbol. It was the only thing connecting the teeth to the rest of the weapon. The teeth were formed by a black arc lined with spikes. Twilight Blaze was the key he held in the place of Oathkeeper. It pulled away from him and started to glow with a blinding light. The colors started to fade from the key as Roxas shielded his eyes. It was like he could see the Oathkeeper there, but yet he couldn't. The handle was now a pale violet, and still surrounded by the guard, which was now a light metallic blue. The shaft was a similar color, ending in a mixture of three; blue, yellow, and violet. The charm on the end was now completely black with the same teeth surrounding it, only silver instead of black.

"Roxas,"

He lowered his hand from his eyes, now being able to see again. Was it that person or thing that was standing across from him? No, this voice was coming from all directions. It was echoing in his head, too, only confusing him further. He felt a magnetic pull between his hand and the key.

"Twilight's Escape."

He stepped forward as the key came closer. He raised his hand as the key vanished. It reappeared in his grip like any other Keyblade. He still wondered about it. "Who are you?" Roxas shouted across the mural of himself, ripping his eyes up from the odd key. The shadowed figure turned, and he saw a black outline against the misty air. The first guess was Anti-Sora; its hair was spiky, but they weren't the same gravity-defying spikes Sora had. Instead the spikes were arranged in a fohawk just like his own.

"Who are you?" it shouted back. Stepping closer in a battle stance, Roxas could see it had the same sky-blue eyes and dirty blond hair.

"I'll tell you, if you tell me." Roxas said, smirking.

"Fine. My name's Ventus, but call me Ven." It—no the boy—moved closer, and Roxas got a good look at his face.

"My name's Roxas."

"What're you wearing that cloak for? Show your face!"

Roxas shrugged knowing he'd be able to kill the thing within a minute. At least he figured it was a thing, something that did exist. He started toward the thing but stopped when he discovered he was at the end of his mural. The thing was further off than he thought. The stained glass-like stairs appeared before him and he ran up to the next mural. When he reached the last step, he felt like he was having half of him torn away, without a bandage or stitches. Like he'd been sliced and left to die. The mural he was now on was broken and cracked in places. He took off the hood of his cloak and tightened his grip on the Keyblades.

"Hey! Is this some kind of joke? Who are you really? Is something going on with Sora?" Ven asked. He looked so much like Roxas, that Sora's Nobody felt the same way.

"No, you're the joke or whatever. I'm just his Nobody." Roxas replied.

"Nobody? That doesn't sound nice."

"No, you don't get it. When somebody with a strong will becomes a Heartless, two things are left behind; the body and soul. They give a Nobody like me a form and life but yet they don't exist and they don't have hearts. Sora had such a strong will that I looked human and he was able to carry on through me. I'm a special kind of Nobody because I was born with no memory of my past, I have actual emotions, and I co-existed with him."

"Wow. Things change when ya sleep for twelve years. I was like that once, I had no memory of my past either. I was so stupid not to realize that I had no childhood memories, no memories of my teen years. I wouldn't have ruined Aqua's and Terra's lives. It's all my fault." Ven muttered, clenching his fists. Roxas raised an eyebrow in question. "What? I ain't crazy, so don't look like it."

"Dude, I never said you were."

"Make yourself useful and tell me how to get out of here! I'm tired of sleeping, but no matter what I do, I can't wake up."

"I can't explain how. And I don't know you, so I don't trust you. You could easily be some evil munchkin from another world."

"I'm at least an inch taller, so you are the munchkin here."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Short chapter, again, I apologize for that. PLEASE REVIEW. It's motivational people!

Sora: Why did I have to sing that stupid song from YouTube in the last chapter?

Roxas: I actually liked it.

Sora: Shut up.

Me: See? They've changed since KH1 and KH2

Riku: And what's up with the hangover? That freakin' hurt.

Me: Okay. Riku, most people like you. Sora, everybody likes you whether you sing that song or not. Roxas, same goes for you.

Riku: What do you mean most people?