E.D.I.T.E.D

Rod's Confession

A middle aged man ran down the long alleys with a knocked out boy thrown over his shoulders. It was Squall trying to save two lives at the same time. However, it could just end up with one.

He rounded the last corner and sprinted into the abandoned warehouse.

"Kyron! Kyron! Get Donald right now!" Squall shouted urgently, his voice bouncing off the vacant room.

Kyron jumped out of bed, dazed. He looked around as if he didn't recognize where he was until he saw Squall.

He grunted, "Must've fallen asleep."

"No time for that. Get Donald! I'll be right back." Squall ran out the door and retraced his path to Thing.

Confused, Kyron looked at the boy. Finally, his senses came back. Panicking, he yelled after Squall.

"DONALD'S NOT HERE!" He helplessly kneeled next to the poor boy.

What can he do?

x.x.x

The air was cold around Thing's motionless body. Her arm's bleeding was now a trickle. The wound on her chest was closing up and there was a barely visible crimson sign on her skin.

Heavy footsteps came towards her and stood the owner of them stood above her.

The man's icy red eyes were twinkling in delight. He smiled and snapped his fingers and Thing's eyes shot open, revealing remarkable yellow eyes.

"Come." Ansem's deep voice demanded her.

Obediently, she slowly got up and looked around.

"Here's your very first task. Find the keyblade wielder and KILL him."

Thing sullenly nodded and disappeared in a swirl of thick, black smoke.

Ansem looked around and noticed a shadow beginning to come towards him swiftly. He hid behind the dumpster and saw that it was old Squall.

"Thing? THING! Where are you?" Squall looked around and saw that he was all alone.

"Oh, is that what you-you monsters did? Just take her whole body?" His face was creased with depression and he fell on his knees next to the puddle of blood.

"I will find you. I swear," He whispered.

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Rod was sitting in the corner of the street in deep thought. He knew something that his teacher didn't want anybody to know. Kyron was his son, flesh and blood. He also knew who Kyron's "father" really was. But the one thing he didn't know was why his teacher would do something like that.

"He's probably afraid of Kyron," Rod muttered to himself, "He's afraid of him."

"Who's afraid of Kyron?" A voice quacked next to him.

"AHHH!" Rod fell on his back.

"Who's afraid of Kyron?" Donald repeated.

"Ho-how'd you do that? You just-just…popped out!" Rod's pulse was racing and beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

"You know, you really should answer when someone asks you something," Donald spat.

"Oh, sorry. Just that you scared me. No big deal, man."

"Who's afraid of Kyron?" Donald said once again.

"No-nothing. You probably don't even know him." Rod turned away from the psycho.

"Oh, but I do." Donald crossed his arms and turned the other way too.

Shocked, Rod looked back at the gray fowl. "What? You know Kyron? Where is he? Is he ok? He's alive? THIS IS GREAT!" Rod jumped to his feet and started to run down the alley to his left.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Donald pointed out sourly.

Rod stopped and looked at him, embarrassed. "Err, actually, I don't even know where I am."

"Thought so. Anyway, since it's so hard for you to answer my simple question, I'll tell you first. I happen to know Kyron, and his father, and his mother, and his friend, and his other friend, and so on. I was part of the trio. It was me, Goofy and Sora, your teacher. His wife happened to die giving birth to Kyron. Most parents would be overly protective of their motherless child but Sora rejected him. Riku happened to take care of Kyron until he died in a car accident and Kyron was sent to an orphanage. How do I know Kyron is the son of Sora and Kairi? His eyes tell it all…and his laziness. Now, I believe it's your turn." Donald smiled.

Rod stared at Donald. "Are-are you God?"

"No…I'm just a plain old duck. NOW JUST TELL ME WHO'S AFRAID OF KYRON!"

"Oh yeah. I think Mr. W is scared of Kyron. Why else would he abandon him?" Rod looked at his feet.

"Kyron is my only friend. I knew I had to take him away from Sora. I-I was selfish. I knew that Sora would take back his son sooner or later, like all the other friends I ever had. Kyron stuck by my side the longest and I thought he'd stay there forever. Because of me, Kyron almost died." Rod fell to the floor and hugged his knees, a stray tear rolling down his cheek and on to the cold floor.

Donald stared at him for a while and cracked up.

Rod looked up, his face streaked with tears. "What? What's so funny?"

'You're lame. Anyway, we have to find Sora, and I mean NOW. He's gotten weaker because of that keyblade of his. He could get severely injured, or even be killed if he uses it too long." Donald's face softened.

"Ok, let's go then. Hey, but what about Kyron? Where's he?" Rod got up and swiped away his tears with the back of his hand in the most disgusting way.

"He's staying with us. But you don't have time to stop by and say hi if you want to save Sora," Donald remarked seriously.

"Whatever you say. Let's go find him." Rod's fingers were tingling with excitement.

Donald turned towards the alleyway to his right and started to waddle as fast as his feet would let him. Rod found it hard to keep up with him. That's when he fell to his face. Donald halted and glanced back. Rod was sprawled on the floor, panting hard.

"What's the matter now?" Donald asked in an annoying voice.

"My-my heart. It can't take it." Rod wheezed, grabbing onto his chest as if his hands could cure it.

Donald's face was replaced with worry.

"The Heartless."

Rod looked up at Donald with pain in his eyes.

"I can't do it. I can't keep up with you, I'm sorry."

Donald looked down. "It can't be helped. But I'm sure your heart could take walking. Let me tell you where the Others and Kyron are." Donald sighed and started to tell him the direction.

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Kyron was looking after the boy for almost an hour now. His breathing was short and rough.

"I'm sorry. I can't do anything for you. But you know what? I bet it's better than living without parents." Kyron didn't mean to sound so cold, but he was being fired up with the fact that his parents weren't alive and he was still living.

"My mom died giving birth to me and my dad died in a stupid car accident. If you die, you're really lucky." Kyron blinked.

What the heck am I saying! I sound like an insane weirdo!

Kyron looked around the dim room. Across from him, he saw an old, dusty, think book. He reached toward it and timidly opened the cover.

"It's some kind of spell book," He muttered to himself.

"Didn't know I was there, huh? My spells are working well, for an old duck like me."

"Oh yeah, Donald must be a wizard or something." Kyron chuckled and flipped through the pages.

"Get Donald! I'll be right back."

Kyron winced as those words of Squall rang through his ears. He didn't know where Donald was. He still didn't get why he needed a ragged old duck for.

As Kyron continued to flip through the pages, a spell caught his eyes. It was a time spell. That's when it hit him. Donald could save that boy! Kyron looked back at the body and back at the spell. Only if he can conjure magic…

"I need some kind of weapon and say the word 'Stopra'? That's it?" Kyron gasped in disbelief.

He quickly looked around for some sort of weapon and spotted some kind of long stick with cloth wrapped around the edges. He picked it up and raised it over the boy.

"STOPRA!"