On second thought, this story will be 24 chaps or more…

I'M BACK in this chap roxas constantly says that he's looking through 'his' eyes. he's referencing his other self, the one he met in the previous chapter or as i like to call him, Number XIII

Disappeared Chapter 20

I open my eyes.

It's all dark around me. Not even a cinch of light anywhere.

But…It's strangely beautiful somehow.

When I look down, I notice that I'm not wearing the same clothes I was wearing before…they were his coat and clothes. They're slightly heavy compared to what I'm used to. But wearing them triggers a strange sensation within me…it's like I'm used to this.

I realize that I'm sitting down on what you could say the ground even though it was just darkness all around. So I got up. My eyesight felt so much more keen and honed, and all of my senses seemed to buzz with sensitivity that I felt even my own skin tingle. I felt stronger, faster, better…invincible.

But I know what he sent me here for. It's her that I'm after.

As I walk, I look around for something-anything even. I know that with darkness all around me I wont be able to find anything at all. That includes my best friend. I don't know what to expect at all in this forsaken area. Hell-I don't even know what's even inches before me.

Then just like someone flipped a switch, a speck of light appears in the distance. I stare at it for a while, then something wells up inside me. It starts to spill over and when that happens, I start running toward the light as fast as I could.

I get closer to the light and I'm not even breaking a sweat. Like I said, I'm faster than I would be as my normal self. Then I finally burst through as if that small glimmer was a door to pop through. When I pass through the barrier, everything around me turns white and behind me is a small speck of darkness, just like the light was in the darkness.

His alert eyes aid me in scanning the area. But it's just as before-nothing.

I'm completely confused and bewildered. If he said she would be here, then where the heck is she?!

But just before I am about to throw up his hands in annoyance, I hear his voice echo inside-

Your key.

And that's all he says.

What key? It's not like there's one in any of his pockets or anything.

Just when I'm in the brink of going nuts, I feel an immense rush of energy within me and concentrate in my hands. The one in my right hand is stronger and I hold it out and stare at it like an idiot.

It tingles, and a strange sensation of hot and cold flashes in my hand. Then out of nowhere, a ball of light appears and begins to spin in my palm. I blink twice in disbelief as it spins faster and faster and in moments it elongates into a key shape. The process only took seconds but to me it felt like my eyes were in slow-mo. The light faded and I found myself staring at a snow white key. Wait, it's a blade. No…a key…!

Keyblade…

Oh.

I feel the urge to hold my face in my hands but I don't. I stare at the keyblade for a while longer and swing it around me, testing its weight. It feels quite mobile and easy to maneuver and I once again let it settle beside me.

"So what do I do now?"

The logic is simple as the thought pops in my head. Use it to find Xion.

The key seems to have a life of its own as it lifts up, dragging my right hand along with it and it points up…and explodes.

Well, it doesn't exactly explode, but the last thing I remember of what happens is that a giant flash of light spreads from it, and a loud crashing sound rings everywhere. I'm blinded and I feel harsh winds whipping around me. The floor under me collapses under itself. How I know this, I don't know since I can't see a thing.

I can still feel the blade in my hands, but it's burning and freezing. Its touch paralyzes my body and I stagger. The floor is gone, and I find myself falling. Light and darkness mix in my eyes and an iridescent feeling whispers in my ear. A woozy feeling overcomes my inner controls.

But when everything fades to the light, I see a speck of black in the distance. It's a figure, lying down in a puddle of purple.

Who is that…?

His blue eyes flash open and I look through them. I'm not…anywhere. It's confusion at its best. There is no color to describe what or where I am. But everything around me is still pure. White maybe? But I cant see anything anymore. It's all in auras that I feel now. I have no idea what's going on.

XIII…Roxas…

Who's there?

I'm breaking…

I take a step forward towards the voice. It's an illusion…I'm sure of it.

Purple begins to mix with cobalt in his blinded eyes and I'm confused…so confused…

Hands are placed on my cheeks. I expect them to be warm, but they're cold and metallic. A soft voice whispers in my ear…

Roxy…it's me.

My body is paralyzed as I realize who is in front of me…or before me.

"What happened to you…?" I barely choke out, surprised to hear her voice after so long.

I'm broken. It's all my fault.

I see violet eyes glow before me and color comes back into my memory. The whole environment turns black and I can finally see who I'm talking to…and it shocks me that It's not exactly who I thought it was.

The spirit is pale, corrupted and denigrated. Her face is like broken porcelain with chips and cracks riddling her face. Her hair is gray and her eyes look tired with wear and…a strange feeling. 'Weary' is not a good enough word to describe her. She is broken, exhaustion, grief, anger, and horror packed into one entity. Just a glance at her is enough to break my heart in two…how did this happen to her?

"…are you, Xion?"

No.

When she says the word, her eyes flash with dark energy. Then she struck for my heart.

Her nailed hands impale me, straight through my chest. Red blood splatters everywhere, and I'm breathless in her presence. What…just happened? She was so calm only seconds before…and now she does this.

These are my corrupted feelings…for you. Her withered message whispers into my ears.

My voice travels through my gritted teeth as I say in pain, "S-stop this…Xi-"

I'm not Xion.

I can't see anything. My sight is reduced to just a haze that looks like a dream. It's not real right? I'm just waiting for mom to wake me up…

Her image looms in front of me and there are tears…in her eyes. There's a small, sad smile on her lips and she withdraws her hand from my chest. I remember this…from my dreams…but why am I not dead? Countless questions pop up in my mind and I find myself lost in her violet irises, chasing after someone who doesn't seem to exist anymore.

How did I fall in love with someone like this? All-everything that I have ever felt for her is rising up inside of me, blocking the pain and blurring my vision. I'm delirious with shock and sorrow; my emotions only make situations worse.

I feel sad…betrayed almost as a tear slips from his eye. Then I remember. This isn't her. This is darkness.

My arms reach out for her and I grab her shoulders, tears pouring from my eyes in pain and in sorrow. "Xion, Xion…Xi…on. What did I do to make you like this?" I mourn and I clutch her body as I begin to collapse.

"I'm NOT HER!" She screams and tries to pull away from my tight grasp. The sudden motion makes me cough up scarlet blood. My internal organs are probably giving up on me now; but I shake off the thought. It's just that she's…she's more important than me. I'd rather die than let her remain at this state. She's broken. Sad. Lonely. I can't let her stay here.

Her teeth grit in anger and grief. She's breaking up now, and she's crying. I wonder what she feels for me now. Nothing can be worse than this. If she's passing the line-

The spirit shrieks in insanity and her angry tears mix with mine.

"Please! Don't stay like this…!" I try to shout but only a faint cry comes out.

My strength, fading, wills me to grab her even tighter. I do so, and she cries out, scratching my face and stabbing my abdomen. But I can't feel the pain…it's too small compared to my sadness for her. Love-it's too small of a word to describe what I'm feeling right now. It's pain, compassion, sacrifice…

I embrace her tightly but she fights me fiercely. The blood gushing from my wounds taint her appearance and my own as we struggle.

I just hope that this will be enough.

My hands reach for her head, and I pull her to me. She's still cold as ever, but I try to warm her with my fading energy. We're both crying hysterically and it takes all of my strength to hold her close. Nothing is bringing her back to her senses and I don't know what to do. I expect some kind of great sacred power to descend upon us, but the heavens seem to laugh at me as the torture between me and her continue.

My own sanity is breaking, just like hers did. I feel strange urges to do the extreme: bite her, scratch her, stab her…kiss her.

She begins to tremble uncontrollably in my arms. Dark tendrils spread from her chest and I feel faint from loss of blood and horror. But it only gives me an excuse to hold on to her even tighter.

"E-either you go back with me…or I die trying," I tremble with a weak, grim smile. She looks at me with wide and panicking eyes without any humanity or insanity within them….then disappears from my grasp into a wisp of darkness.

Crap.

She reappears right in front of me once more with a dead look in her eyes. A key or her own formulates in her right hand and with her tattered and torn robe fluttering behind her, she strikes.