Chapter 12

Nights sat down next to Reala on Reala's bed.

Reala rubbed his temples, "why didn't you tell me that you still had a double?"

"How did you figure that out?" Nights shuffled his feet.

"You have acted in many different ways, but I have never seen you act with one purpose in mind."

"I'm sorry," Nights mumbled his apology.

"It's okay," Reala put his hand on Nights' shoulder, "but I'd advise you to not listen to him."

"I'd advise you to listen to me," Elijah whispered in Nights' ear, "or I'll make your life a living hell."

"You can go," Reala stood, "I have to go see if Adia's okay."

Nights walked angrily down the hall as Elijah, who was portrayed as Nights' reflection in the mirrors, threatened him, "you can't ignore me, I am you, I'm more powerful then you!" his threats became more frantic as he saw he was not getting any reaction from Nights, "i-I'll kill you, I can, whenever I want to!"

"Won't you die too?"

Elijah growled, he was right, "I'll kill Reala!"

"He's more powerful then you are,"

Nights was right about that too, "I'll kill Enya."
Nights stopped.

Elijah smiled smugly.

"What do you want?" Nights asked without looking at his reflection.

"Send Enya away," Elijah said simply, "she can't fix you the way I can."

Nights shook his head, "maybe you're right, but after what you did in the entrance hall convinced me that you may not have my best interests at heart," he looked up at Elijah, "good bye Elijah, I would like to say that I'll miss you, but, I won't." he turned his back to Elijah and left.

"You can't get rid of me!" Elijah shouted after Nights. Nights didn't look back.

"Please don't…" Elijah faded from sight.

Nights walked through the halls, asking the people that he ran into if they had seen Enya, none of them had. Eventually, Nights got lost. When this happened, he would usually knock on doors until he found someone to lead him to where he wanted to go, but he wanted to go to Enya, and no one seemed to know where that was. He slid down the wall, pulled his knees up to his chest, and cried.

He heard someone sit down beside him, he looked up quickly. It was E.C. Matsu sat down on the other side of Nights, Reginald sat across from them. They were all very silent, and solemn; waiting for Nights to speak, ask for comfort.

Nights wiped his eyes on his cloak sleeves, "how did you guys find me?"

"We were all in Matsu's room," Reginald knocked on the door next to him, "we heard you crying."

"I'm sorry," Nights rested his head on his knees.

"Hey," E.C. touched Nights' cheek, "you're our friend, we're going to be here if you need us."

"Do you know where Enya is?"

"She's in my room," Matsu answered.

"Is she afraid of me?"

The three 'Maren looked at their feet.

"Not exactly," E.C. finally answered, "maybe a little nervous, but not afraid."

"She's more concerned then anything else, though," Reginald put in.

"Come on," E.C. helped Nights to his feet, and they all went back into Matsu's room.

Enya looked up at them from where she was sitting on the bed, "hey, you alright Nights?" She didn't look at him when she said this.

"It depends," He replied, "are you all right?"

She nodded quickly, which Nights knew meant no. he walked over to sit next to her. She shrunk away from him slightly.

Nights turned and left the room, angry with him self for letting this happen.

He eventually got lost again.

"You should have seen this coming Nightlight," Elijah said from the mirror next to Nights, "they all fear you eventually."

"Shut up," Nights punched the mirror, it cracked under his fist.

"Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily Nights?" Elijah came up next to Nights, "you can't get rid of me Nights, I am your reflection, I am in your mind, in your soul, your breath is mine, your heart beats for us both. You can't get rid of me Nights, I am you.

Nights screamed. It had been so long since he had screamed so loud, and the reason came too quickly. The scars that he had scratched into his neck reopened. Blood stained his cloths as it poured down his front, his screamed soon diminished to a guttural noise that would haunt Reala's dreams forever, for, he had heard Nights' scream, he had ran to its source, and had watched, in horror, as his brother bled.

That was the day that convinced the occupants of the Crystal Castile that Nights had been telling the truth, because, no one, not even Nights could fake what had happened in that hall that day.