Kingdom Hearts

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Memories of a Distant Then

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Chapter 7- Repitition and Memorization

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It was one of her daily stakeouts in the dead of the night. Even with Claymore helping, she felt better if she actually did it herself. Plus she considered it an outlet for anger and tension, and boy did she have a lot of it.

Walking past the familiar sights that vaguely reminded her of the feel of her old travels, of the wornout cities that Avalanche would pass, she sighed with bitterness at the lingering tugs of regret. She was coping, but even after such time, it still hurt. It would hurt forever. Knowing, but being unable to do anything about it.

Her thoughts paused when an unnatural light shone from an alleyway. It beckened to her like a moth to a flame. The thought of being the moth didn't bother her until later after some time had passed. Approaching it cautiously, she held up her weapon just in case. The flame danced in the dark night as a torch drawing her more in. Nearing the corner, she heard light-hearted whistling. Still slightly cautious, she only planned to peak to see who or what it was before continuing on her way. But as her luck would have it, as she peaked around the corner, her face ran into black cloth. Jumping back in alarm, she narrowly dodged being pinned by a multi-pointed weapon.

Her initial glare died out at her surpise when she looked up at her attacker.

"What's a girl like you doing out so late?" deep smooth male voice said, with a note of amusement. She stared up at the shocking red hair. Red pointy red hair.

"Reno?" she gasped before she could stop herself.

"Wrong," the guy continued to smirk in that lazy, cocky, annoying manner, like someone she knew, "The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"

Fueled by her dissapointment and anger, she shoved him back towards the nearest wall and held her shuriken near his throat, "What are you doing?"

He held his arms up innocently, "What? Can't a guy take a stroll?" He didn't seemed alarmed or worried. "Isn't that a little too heavy for someone so small to be using? Brats aren't supposed to be playing with toys like these. Go try playing with dolls."

"Answer me," she pushed her shuriken so a thin line of red appeared on his neck, "What are you doing here?"

"Just enjoying the night air," he smirked down at her, "What's got you in a snitch?"

Even more irritated by their similarity, she noted his appearance, "You're with the Darkness." It was more of an accusation than a question.

"Bingo. Someone's a smart girl," the smirk never dropped, "I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm a little too busy to stay and talk to brats." Before she could respond, red sparks sent her subconsciously protectively covering her eyes. When the sparks cleared, the guy was gone and she was left painfully irritated and bothered.

"As if one Reno wasn't enough," she muttered kicking a random box lying in the alley. Even so, she sighed heavily, it felt oddly like old times. Not the times she'd prefer to reminense, but any time was good at this point. But now she had a turkey head clone to chase down.

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Thanks a bunch. Hope everyone is having a good summer.

NinjaPower