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"Lea!" Elder Genesis smiled widely, with his arms stretched out as the little pup came running into his chest.
"Genesis!" Lea smiled, running into the redhead's arms and hugging him close as the familiar Elder held him close.
"Riku, what happened?" Yen Sid looked at the pained Dominant's face before looking at the wound he was holding; the boy was barely even able to stand up straight.
"Oh, Riku!" Elder Merlin gasped as he left Ventus' side and ran up to him just in time to catch him as he fell over. "How'd this happen? Did you find Terra?"
"Not Terra," Riku moaned out as the older Elder laid him down. "Vanitas."
"He had chased after Lea," Elder Genesis spoke up as the pup in his arms rubbed his face into his neck.
"Where is he?" Elder Sephiroth spoke up, continuing to hold Xemnas down against the floor, but the Dominant still struggled against the Elder and growled dangerously.
Riku closed his eyes and shook his head. Everyone knew the meaning for that. Xemnas didn't seem too pleased that his youngest brother had been killed and so struggled even more before he managed to get free and push Elder Sephiroth off of him. He jumped to his feet quickly and charged at the downed Riku.
"How dare you slay my brother!" He growled, claws out, ready to finish the job his brother failed to do.
Rku's eyes widened when the Dominant fell upon him with claws out and they struck through his skin. Riku gasped out a cry when Xemnas' claws went through his shoulder, but the Dominant was taken a hold of by Elder Sephiroth and the Elder was quick to thrust his own claws through the Dominant's abdomen.
"NO!" Riku cried out through the pain he had just received. "Elder Eraqus said—l"
"I had warned you not to move," Elder Sephiroth spoke, watching as the Dominant spewed blood past his teeth and then onto the floor. "Your sire had taken away my friend and now I've taken away his eldest."
Xemnas shook his head and spoke one last time.
"You all . . . shall perish."
The Dominant then fell from Elder Sephiroth's claws and moved no more. Riku sat up against his body's wishes and he cried out. Was he the only one concerned that these were Elder Eraqus'pups as much as Elder Xehanort's? Terra was all Eraqus had left now and he still had yet to find him.
"Apologies," Elder Sephiroth said. "I had no other choice. I will take on Elder Eraqus' tears."
"But there still is Terra," Elder Genesis spoke up, looking at the dead Dominant with hardly any concern. "We need to find him."
"Is Ven . . . alright?" Riku asked, his pained face turning to Elder Merlin who nodded, rubbing his hands on his clothing. He had already finished wrapping Ventus up and the boy was laid on his back.
"He's going to be alright. He's a fighter, but you on the other hand are in no good a condition," the Elder said, shaking his index finger at the silverette.
Sora fell back and Demyx had caught him. Even though Sora and Terra lacked experience with the weapon, they did strike the other and Terra was pushing Sora back more. His strength was unbearable, Sora wasn't that strong but he was fast. Still, there wasn't much room to move around the hallway and Sora knew he had to get the blade out of Terra's hand, but he had such a hard grip.
"He's too strong," Demyx said. "Sora, I don't know if you can hold out anymore."
"We have to help him!" Sora said, looking at the way Terra staggered to and fro, looking down at the blade as if he wanted to harm himself with it again.
"You have to beat this, Terra!" Sora growled out. "You're better than this!"
"What about Ven, Terra?" Demyx called out. "He was taken away and—"
"Ven," Terra gasped, his body loosening tension for a moment.
"That's right, your mate," Sora nodded, coming closer to the Dominant who looked at him with dark eyes. "If you hurt yourself then you can't save him—can you?"
"Ven," Terra spoke once more, shaking his head and then closing his eyes before he growled out in pain—the black veins were getting worse.
"Sora, watch out!" Demyx called out, watching Terra bring the Keyblade in his hand down upon the brunette, but Sora rolled out of the way in time and got back to his feet.
"We're so close, Demyx, what are we to do?" Sora asked.
"Look!" Demyx gasped, motioning towards Terra as the Dominant suddenly turned on his heel and ran off.
"Terra, wait!" Sora called, running after him.
"Roxas . . ."
"Roxas . . ."
"Roxas."
"Is someone, calling me?" Roxas blinked slowly before rubbing at his eyes. It almost seemed like he was in the same place Xehanort had put him the time when he made him see visions of the past. Instead of being surrounded by a consuming darkness, though, he was in a place full of a bright light, like a white mass surrounding him, letting him float in a peaceful manner before setting him on his feet.
"Roxas."
There it was again, someone was calling his name. Was it someone he knew? It was hard to concentrate here. He could move around, but he didn't feel like exerting himself because he was—weary. Though he knew for certain his name was Roxas and that whoever it was that was calling him . . . knew him . . . in a way.
"Roxas, turn around."
Roxas did so and turned on his heel to look at . . .
"Ven?" Roxas questioned. What was his brother doing here? Wherever he was.
"Not quite," the other said with a smile on his face. This other person that Roxas was looking at looked just like him, identical, so why wasn't it his twin brother? In fact . . . the last thing he knew about his twin was that . . .
"Ven, why are you here with me?" Roxas asked, his logic still a tad bit clouded in a hazed fog.
"Talking abut your bother?" the other asked.
"You mean, you?" Roxas asked with a confused blink.
"No," the other chuckled and shook his head, looking on at him with soft and affectionate blue eyes. "I share the same name and face as your brother, but I am not him."
"Then you're . . . " Roxas almost had it, but it was just out of his reach.
"You're ancestor."
Suddenly Roxas blinked and looked to see another being form in front of him, beside the clone standing in front of him. This was a taller male, his hair a midnight black, but his eyes just as blue as the other's.
"My—ancestor?" Roxas repeated.
"He's a little off, but that's okay," the other said with a chuckle.
"He gets that from you, you know that right." Roxas watched as the blond pushed at the taller who only chuckled back.
"My ancestor," Roxas repeated again. "But, I've seen you . . . before."
"I know," the one who looked like Ven said. "The Elder had used his magic to show you your ancestor's life. You saw into mine and that is where you have seen me."
"Ventus?" Roxas gasped, his eyes widening before looked at the other standing next to him. "Zackary!"
"He remembers now," The Dominant chuckled, patting Ventus on the shoulder before the younger smiled at Roxas and took a step closer to him, taking both hands of his into his own. "That's good, Roxas, that's good."
"Why am I here?" Roxas asked, looking around. "Where am I?"
"You're not quite there yet, but you're close, " came the reply from the raven-haired Dominant.
"Don't worry yourself over the meaning," Ventus said with a soft smile. "All you need to know is that you can't stay."
"Why?" Roxas asked, slowing at the understanding.
"It won't matter to you when you wake up," Ventus said, shaking his head. "But, know this . . . I'm so very proud of you, Roxas."
Roxas' eyes widened in a strange surprise when Ventus told him of how proud he was. Roxas looked down at the hands holding his before he pulled back.
"Why are you saying this?" Roxas asked. "There's nothing to be proud of for me . . . I've done so many mistakes in my life and I even let Xehanort kill me."
"He's realizing it," Zackary spoke up, looking at Ventus with a wary eye.
"No, your heart is too strong for defeat," Ventus spoke up. "You're not done yet, so don't give up. You want to see your mate and pups again, don't you?"
"I do, more than anything," Roxas spoke with a sure nod.
"There's a magic in everyone," Ventus spoke as he placed his hand on Roxas' chest, right above his heart. "Most of it is gathered right here, where your heart is, and where your will is. You can even use it to mend death, if you believe."
"I'm dead, aren't I?" Roxas closed his eyes in shame and bowed his head, but Ventus was quick to pull his chin up.
"You're not defeated yet, Roxas, just like I wasn't when I lost my life—my mate," Ventus turned his eyes toward Zackary who smiled down softly at him before turning his own eyes on Roxas.
"He's right, you know," Zackary said, placing his hands on his hips. "If Ventus can get through something like that, then you can overcome this. Granted it's never really been done before, but we believe in you."
"Why?" Roxas asked. "Why would you?"
"Because, you were born to fix everything and now is the time to do just that," Ventus informed.
"How can I fix everything when I'm the cause of everyone's problems?" Roxas asked, bowing his head in defeat once more.
"You keep thinking like that, then maybe you are."
Roxas looked up to look into Zackary's hard eyes, a frown pressed tight onto his lips as he looked down at the blond Submissive. Roxas didn't know why but he felt as if he were looking into the very same eyes as his father and he felt . . . ashamed.
"You cannot let your will die with you in death," Zackary informed, thrusting his thumb towards his heart. "It's what's inside that counts, Roxas. That's why we know you'll get through this."
"You can do it, Roxas," Ventus spoke up with a nod. "Remember what we've said."
"W-Wait, where are you going?" Roxas suddenly noticed how distant they were becoming. He reached out only for his fingers to run right through their forms, their bodies becoming transparent and further and further away.
"We've done all we can to help you, Roxas," Ventus spoke, though his voice was fading, along with their bodies. "We can't stay here any longer."
"You're on your own, kid," Zackary called out. "Make us proud!"
With that, they were gone and suddenly, Roxas felt the need to open his eyes. Though, they were already open, but he just felt the need to . . .
Wake up.
Zexion had just finished wrapping Roxas up. He had gotten cloth and bandages from the building across the courtyard, a building he assumed had once housed the Royal Guard—if he read the inscriptions right. Now he was returning from another round, bringing back with him a few scented perfumes, so Roxas wouldn't have to smell like grime and blood.
He entered the room where they had left Roxas on the wooden bench. The boy was still as ever and Zexion sighed out sadly. It was strange to see Roxas like this. Zexion always assumed he'd look away and then when he'd turn back he'd see Roxas, sitting up and smiling at him. It was a fool's dream, but Roxas just didn't look right . . . dead and void of life.
Zexion bent down and placed a bowl of water down at his feet before he opened a vile of perfume, pouring only a little inside the bowl. He didn't want Roxas to smell like a valley of roses, but he wanted him clean.
Taking up a cloth, Zexion soaked it for a good measure and then squeezed all he could out of it before turning around and standing up. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide and limbs frozen, dropping the scented cloth right on his foot.
"Roxas!"
Said blond boy turned his head at the sound of his name, and after he shook the daze from his eyes, they brightened and he smiled.
"Zexion!" Roxas' grin was wide, but a gasp escaped his lips as the other Submissive suddenly thrust himself on top of him, knocking both off the bench. "Ah! Watch it!"
"What happened? !" Zexion asked, grasping Roxas' face with both hands, his eyes wide and ready to shed more tears. "You were dead, Roxas. Dead!"
"Dead?" Roxas blinked and looked as if he were trying to understand just what Zexion was saying. Suddenly he gasped and turned his eyes to Zexion. "Xehanort! He did it!"
"I knew it," Zexion said, his whole body trembling with sobs before he sat up on Roxas and rubbed at his stinging eyes. "You damn idiot, giving us all a scare like that!"
"Zexion, don't cry," Roxas sat up and hugged his close friend tightly before he leaned up and kissed his quivering lips. "All that matters now is I'm back. I don't know how at all, but, I'm not complaining."
"It's a miracle, a miracle," Zexion sobbed, covering his face and weeping the more loudly.
Roxas' heart clenched seeing Zexion cry like that. He could only imagine how the others felt when they saw him—especially Axel . . .
"Axel!" Roxas gasped, his eyes wide as he forced Zexion off of him before he took hold of the Submissive's arms and gripped tightly. "Zex, did you see Axel anywhere, anywhere at all? !"
"No," Zexion sniffed, rubbing his eyes. "It was just you."
"Damn it!" Roxas cursed, standing to his feet and looking around for something.
"What are you looking for, Roxas?" Zexion asked.
"My Keyblade," Roxas said, turning to Zexion. "Did you see it anywhere near me when you found me?"
"We weren't focused on any oddly shaped weapon when we saw your dead body, Roxas, sorry," Zexion replied, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "But I'm so glad you're back."
Roxas smiled before looking around and quickly coming to a bunch of different Keyblades hanging against racks. He kept picking one up and then frowning, apparently it didn't feel too good in his hand.
"You're not thinking about going back out there, are you?" Zexion asked. "If Xehanort killed you once, what's to stop him from doing it again? I've never heard of someone rising from the dead, much less twice."
"I have to do this, Zex," Roxas muttered, picking up a dark Keyblade before realizing it felt good in his hand. "I have to help everyone. You've all helped me and now it's my turn."
"But you've done enough," Zexion said, coming up to Roxas and placing his hand on his bandaged chest. Roxas gave out a groan and so Zexion figured he still carried a sort of wound underneath. Zexion sighed out with a roll of his eyes. "You see? You're still wounded."
"None of that matters right now," Roxas said, taking up another blade, this one lighter in color but it balanced his other weapon out perfectly so he was going to try duel. "I know what Xehanort's after and I won't let him have it if I can stop him."
"Roxas, please," Zexion begged, but Roxas raised his hand and shook his head.
"Wait here, Zex," Roxas said with an encouraging smile. "Xehanhort may have gotten me by surprise last time, but it won't happen again."
"Fine," Zexion sighed out in defeat. "But you'd better be careful."
"You know me," Roxas winked at him before turning on his heel and running off.
Zexion only looked back at the bench where Roxas had once laid, dead and still. His shirt was scattered on the ground and Zexion bent over to pick it up. He held it close and examined the blood on it. Yep, it was real, but Roxas moving like that . . . it was so unreal that Zexion wondered if he were dreaming.
No, this was real and Zexion was going to believe Roxas' words because Roxas had said it.
"I believe in you, Roxas, don't let me down," Zexion whispered, letting yet another tear slip down his cheek.
"Terra! No!" Sora called out, chasing the Dominant down a few halls before the controlled being halted, entering into a large room with quite a few familiar faces.
"Terra, so that's where you've been."
Sora and Demyx's eyes widened upon seeing that wicked Elder that started all of this. The two stumbled for a short moment as the city let out a particularly hard shake, feeling like almost half the mountain came down—and it probably did. They then turned to see Axel, his eyes wide as he beheld them and Terra.
"Sora, Demyx!" Axel gasped, turning to them only to gasp out in pain as Xehanort brought a weapon of his into Axel's chest.
"AXEL!" Sora and Demyx cried out, their eyes widening in horror as a dark blade stuck out of Axel's chest, right in the region of his heart.
"You shouldn't turn your back on me, Axel, it's never a good thing," Xehanort said pulling out his Keyblade and watching Axel fall to his hands and knees. "Oh, how lowly the royal bloodline has become. On your hands and knees like a bitching Submissive, how pathetic."
Axel gasped out, bringing his hand up to his chest. His heart pounded in his chest, pumping so much blood that he didn't think he had. Xehanhort had not struck his heart like he had Roxas, this was meant to paralyze and humiliate Axel, this he knew. Still, he didn't want to pay Xehanort any attention, he turned his eyes towards Terra.
"Terra!" Axel cried out, coughing out a few globs of blood before shaking off the dizziness he was suddenly feeling. "Go back to Ven, he needs you right now!"
"Ven," Terra spoke, looking down at his hands and then at the blade in his hand, coated with a small amount of his own blood. He had used this weapon to hurt himself and it wasn't getting him anywhere. "Axel, I need to return to Ven."
Axel smiled softly before he gasped out in pain once more, Xehanort coming up and planting his boot right on the wound he had caused him. He forced Axel flat on the floor and dug the heel of his boot right into the opening, causing more blood to escape. The sight itself received a reaction out of Terra as the Dominant blinked and gasped.
"Axel," he whispered, the grip on the hilt of the bronze Keyblade tightening.
Sora caught sight of this and so he inhaled and turned towards Terra.
"Look what your father is doing to your best friend!" Sora cried out to Terra. "You know what he did to your mate and now he wants to take everything away from you that you care about!"
Terra was silent before he turned his eyes back to his sire who only smiled, bringing his hand up and curling his fingers. Terra groaned in pain, dropping his Keyblade to the marbled floor before he too fell to his knees, his whole body in a horrendous pain.
"Stop it!" Sora cried out, his eyes stinging at the sight of two close friends suffering like this. He turned towards Xehanort who only smirked seeming to not care what the young brunette Submissive shouted at him. "Stop doing this to them!"
"How else will I get what I want without force?" Xehanort asked, looking at the Submissives. "I've waited too long for this and I will not have it foiled by damn Submissives."
Xehanort then took up his dark Keyblade and walked closer to them. The look on his face was anything but pleasant.
"Shit, he means to kill us!" Demyx gasped, grabbing onto Sora's arm. "We've got to get out of here!"
"We can't," Sora said, making the other stay. "Terra will help us, I know he will!"
"Terra!" Demyx cried out, seeing the Dominant groaning on the floor. "Your sire means us death, help!"
The two Submissives took a few steps back, but Sora quickly grabbed onto Demyx once his blue eyes caught sight of Terra taking a hold of his Keyblade before he let out a cry and then swung the weapon at his own sire.
"NO!" Terra cried out, his eyes clenched shut tightly, his teeth bared as he forced his body to ignore the pain the dark magic inside him was causing.
Xehanort's eyes widened for but a second as he turned and blocked the hit. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fingers. Terra cried out in pain once more, but this time his eyes opened and they were not black, they weren't even a golden color, but an orange.
"I won't let you control me!" Terra cried out, shaking his head and swinging the blade at his father once more.
"Then you are a fool and unfit to continue my bloodline," Xehanort growled before slapping Terra's blade away with his own before pulling it back and then ramming it through Terra's gut.
"TERRA!" Sora and Demyx cried out, watching the Dominant gasp before suddenly a black fog lifted from him and suddenly—he shifted back to normal.
His skin pale and his hair brunette. His blue eyes were the last to return before they closed and he fell to the floor.
"Terra!" Sora cried out, running to his side before turning his tearing eyes at Terra's sire. "How could you? ! How could you do this to your own son? !"
"Axel may have been right," Xehanort muttered. "His heart was too white. I have two other sons that will carry on my will, though not the original chosen."
"You're a horrible sire!" Sora cried out, shaking his head as his trembling hands rested on Terra's wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. "The gods should have never given you pups to start with if this is all you were going to consider them as!"
"Gods?" Xehanhort asked with a chuckle. "They died the day the empire did. I am God now, and soon, the whole world will see it!"
Xehanort paid the weeping Submissives no more mind as he turned on his heel to see that Axel had managed to push himself back up on trembling arms and knees. Xehanort grinned before coming back towards the heir and kicking him down again. Placing his boot back on Axel's back, he placed the crown of his blade against Axel's neck.
"Give me reign over Kingdom Hearts or I will kill you," Xehanort ordered.
"You'll never get it from me," Axel coughed out, glaring at him with hard emeralds. "Never!"
"Then it shall pass to your son upon your death," Xehanort said with a smile, raising his blade. "It will be easier to get from a child since his will is not as strong as yours."
"You will not touch him!" Axel growled out, trying his best to get the Elder off of him, but to no avail had his struggles worked.
"You wanted to be with Roxas again, didn't you?" Xehanort asked. "Go ahead, meet with the damn bitch in the afterlife."
"Don't bother! I'm not there!"
Before Xehanort even dropped his blade on Axel's neck, the whole room turned towards a Submissive who had just ran through the main entrance of the room, two Keyblades in hand and a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Roxas!" Sora and Demyx gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Axel only muttered the blond's name with no words. His eyes wide and jaw loose. The boy, his mate was still alive. But how?
Xehanort didn't look too pleased. His eyes narrowed and frown deepened. He wasn't about to ask questions right now, no, he had something to do first.
Xehanort, without another word, pulled his Keyblade back and then thrust it forward into Axel's neck, waiting to hear the pleasing sound of it meeting the marbled floor beneath the redhead.
Roxas, though, was quick. He tossed his dark Keyblade at the Elder as he ran forward; the blade hit Xehanort in the shoulder, causing the Elder to stumble back, off of Axel. A growl escaped the Elder before he charged the Submissive who gladly clashed blades with him.
