This night, she would get it right. With her eyes glaring determination at the door of her bedroom, she waited. There was utter silence in the hell hole that she called home, because it was nearly one in the morning and by now her foster mother had fallen sleep. Finally, she hears a soft click down the hall, indicating her foster father has turned off the lights, and probably falling asleep in… she glances at the clock. Five minutes, tops.

Low and behold, she can hear soft snoring not even four minutes afterwards. She grabs the duffel bag hiding underneath her bed; it's worn, but still good. It just showed how many times she'd skipped out on her guardians without them even noticing. She makes her quiet, graceful way down the hall, on her tip toes without making a sound. Down the stairs, and she glances about the living room; no pictures are hung, there's not a single plant to liven the place up.

Fuu scoffs quietly before she makes her way to the front door, slips on her sneakers and is out the door quickly. She's not surprised by the fact that there is no one on the streets, in fact she rather prefers the silence. It calms her nerves as she makes for the hole in the wall around Twilight Town that led to the forest. Anyone else that would be out and about on a regular day would have raised an eyebrow at her, but she needed someplace to sleep, someplace without interruptions, without anyone screaming at her to wake up.

More importantly, she needed to open the door blocking her memories.

Fuu made her way through the forest towards the mansion, waving through the trees and over grown grass. She makes it onto the worn in path towards the mansion. The iron gate some time ago had been opened, by who, she's not very sure. Whoever it was, she was grateful as a single push opened it far enough for her to slip through. The courtyard is overgrown and dead, the ivy tangled on the high walls. She tests the door with a soft push… then gives it a hard shove and it swings open slowly. For a moment, there's this doubt- this is ridiculous, going to a mansion with god knows what hiding within.

But the thought is pushed away; she's gone this far, after all. She makes for one of the lower rooms, peaking inside to find a broken table and two chairs. Doesn't seem that bad… but there should be an actual bedroom in the place. She makes up the stairs, and gets to the first door. Inside, the entire room is white; blinding, really. There's a couch off to the side, and Fuu decides to just go with that.

Settling on the white cushions, she closes her eyes and it's not long before she's asleep, curled slightly. What she's not aware of is the other presence in the room, sitting at the table and patiently waiting.

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There's a door- or more so, a series of doors that sit beside the large, black one she's been trying to open. They suddenly appeared, and she comes to the conclusion they are the memories that seeped out of the larger. Only five now, and below her she can see her 'world' floating; a bright light in the darkness all around. Turning her eyes away from that, she makes for the first door across the larger. She turns the ivory handle, and the light that seeps out from the door over takes her completely.

iThey created this world together, night after night. He didn't mind the childish ideas she had, and sometimes they were very good. This was where she spent her childhood when things seemed dim in the world she spent her waking hours. And he would always be there, waiting. At first, his presence was just that; a feeling in the plain land. Curiosity had been her friend at the time then, and she'd always try to get his attention. He didn't seem aware of her at first, like it was just a fragment of him that wasn't very strong.

Every night, she'd try to get his attention. He would float there, this one section in the land that barely had a figure. He would get a faint appearance sometimes, and she could see the blank look on his face. She would frown, tugging at his clothing. Some days she couldn't grasp anything because he was so faint. The day she did get his attention, he jolted up suddenly, blinking and turned his eyes to her.

"… who are you…?" He mumbled faintly, a glimmer in his eyes- faint, but it was there!

"Fuu." She replied, a child then and with her eyes staring. He blinked slowly, as though the name didn't process right in his head.

"Fuu…?" He repeated, tilting his head slightly. Fuu gave a nod, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. She reached out her small hand and tugged at his pant leg, feeling it to be more… real as it ever had been.

"Name?" She asked, still tugging and staring. For a moment, the boy only gave her a blank look. His image gave a flutter, and she lost her grip.

"I'm… not sure…" He mumbled, beginning to fade.

"Wait!" She cried rather loudly, trying to grab him. Her hands went through and she gasped in surprise, falling forward. The boy had blinked, watching- his hand gripped the back of her shirt, stopping her from falling face first into the flat surface. When she had her balance again, she turned to look at him. His image was stronger then, and so was his presence. His eyes were still rather blank, and his movements were unsure; gaze looking at his hands.

"… name?" She repeated quietly, sure he would get it this time.

"… Ventus…" he replied, another glimmer appearing in his eyes./i

Fuu watched the door close and turn white. It was unlocked now, she could go to it whenever she needed. Fuu gives a sigh, opening her eyes and glances at the other doors. She makes for the second, and tugs at the handle. It's hard to turn, but she finally manages to push it open. She lets the light envelop her without much hesitation, and sinks into another memory.

i"Name!"

"Ventus."

"Name!"

"Ventus!"

She didn't know how long she'd been doing that, but it made her glad that the boy at least answered her. His presence had become stronger, no longer faint and barely there. His outline is prominent, and his features showed a bit more. Like a ghost, but far kinder. He was sitting on the flat surface, his face still blank of expression excuse the glimmer in his eyes when he said his name. She sat across from him; arms crossed and face just as blank to hide the joy; trying to be tough.

"Mine?" She asked after a moment, a stare at his eyes as the glimmer faded.

"Yours?" He asked, blinking slow.

"Yes." She stated, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Had he forgotten already?

But then, he seemed to jolt a bit, his face coming alive for a bit. "Fuu." And the little girl gave an approving nod, lip twitching slightly into a smile. Ventus blinked again, turning his head about to examine the barren wasteland.

"Where… are we?" He asked, curious. Well, at least he was showing interest!

"Unknown." She replied, relaxing her arms and not even bothering to glance about.

"You don't… know?" He asked, turning back to her. Fuu shook her head, and he hummed slightly. Slowly, he stood and examined again, Fuu rising to her feet as well.

"It's so… empty." He commented, a hint of sadness in his voice. Fuu gave a shrug, not really minding it.

"You like it?" He asked, gazing at her with those blank blue eyes.

"Unsure." She gave another shrug of her shoulders.

"… but… it would look better if you… changed it?" He asked, not certain of his own words.

"Example?"

"… I'm not sure…" There's a faint spark in his eyes as he turned about the landscape. The expression on his face is one Fuu couldn't decipher, but he turned his gaze up to the bland, dark sky.

"… what about stars?"

"Stars?" She asked, blinking.

"Yeah, stars. Up there." He pointed, and something seems to rock him. The motion seems familiar, and he blinks.

"Uh, stars…" he continued, shaking his head.

"Stars…" She turned her gaze up to the sky, and reached her tiny hands out. "Stars." She repeated, and the sky suddenly began to change and form. The bland black turns bluish, dark clouds spot against the canvas. Low and behold, stars begin to show up on the sky, even a moon that shines brilliantly in the darkness.

"Whoa!" He was taken by surprise, glancing at her.

"How did you do that?" He asked, and reached out a hand to pluck a star right out of the sky! He gazed at the bright orb in his hand, which began to shift and change. It broke, revealing a charm. It was in the shape of a star, made of green glass-

"My wayfinder…" He mumbled, his image becoming stronger. He sank to the floor, marvelling at the charm.

"How…" He started, but he doesn't finish, and gave a smile. He seemed to be remembering things, and he pocketed the charm. He seemed rather fond of it, Fuu observed, staying quiet.

"Ah, right. Isn't that better?" He asked, glancing at the sky with a smile.

"… Suppose." She gave a shrug, and she heard him chuckle. Fuu glanced at him, tilting her head. But he just shook his head, giving another smile.

"Well, I guess that should be it for now." Ventus took a seat, before falling onto his back. His blue eyes searched the sky, lost in some dream Fuu would probably never get to know. Fuu followed his actions; laying back, and watching the sky. But she noticed a soft pink on the horizon- the sun coming up?

"Hey, what's that?" He turned his head over to the pink, and before she answered, she was ripped out of her-/i

Dream. She stumbled out from the door, watching it close right in her face. For a brief moment, she had felt something actually trying to pull her out of the memory. She turned her head to the other doors, only to notice something dark, like rope, slip into the shadows. It… unnerved her greatly; something dark in her dreams that seemed to be chasing her. The ground shook, the world beneath her began to fade. She starts to become aware of something cold gripping her hand- another hand. Smaller, delicate. The world shakes again, and the light hits her eyes as she opens them.

"Good morning, Fuu." Her voice is soft and light- a little too sweet in Fuu's opinion but that's probably her groggy attitude that comes into play when she wakes up. Turning her head, Fuu's half closed, red eyes stare at the blue ones; framed by flaxen blonde hair, face roundish; a delicate kind of pretty. Fuu blinks twice, making sure she'd not imagining things. In the back of her mind, she's thinking of the mysteries, the one with the girl in the mansion…

"My name is Namine. I'm here to help."