From her the port Kairi watched as the sun began to rise. Closing her eyes she leaned back resting against the bench. As her mind relaxed she felt felt a pair of arms embrace her from behind. When her eyes opened once more she found herself in the arms of The Lingering Will. Something about this felt good but it didn't feel right. As she was trying to figure out what was wrong someone spoke.
"I hope this will suffice for now empty shells are hard to find."
She spun to find Namine strolling from the shadows. The memory weaver smiled slightly as the armor moved rigidly. Robotically the armor moved to stand before her dropping to one knee. Gracefully the nobody moved to sit beside her nodding to the bow knight. Leaning down Kairi placed her forehead against the helmet. A glow passed between the two as Sora slipped into the empty shell.
"It feels weird having my own body after this long."
Slowly the suit stood it's parts clanging as it moved. As Sora tested his temporary body Kairi summoned The Kingdom Key holding it close. Smiling she held out the blade to it's true master. Delicately he gripped the hilt unsure how strong his new body was. Blade in hand Sora made a sigh like sound.
"This will do nicely, thanks Namine." He said spinning to the nobody
Gripping his blade Sephiroth entered the dark throne room. As he approached the dark lord he found a strange sight at his side. Perched on a smaller throne of his own was that boy his hood over his face. He couldn't seem to sit straight choosing to rock in place ad he giggled like mad. Stepping closer he fought back the urge to flinch his eyes glowed pure gold like those beasts.
No he had no reason to get scared now he had to strong. Drawing his blade he rushed for the Horned King. Before he could even touch him the king was gone in black smoke. From behind a skeletal hand burst through his chest. The hand clutched a heart radiating darkness. Sliding down the dark king's arm Sephiroth stared up the large crystal over the throne. Before his eyes the glowing stone vanished leaving a large long rusted keyhole.
This thing has been perched here guarding a keyhole? He sat here this long and none of them noticed. As the light faded from his eyes Sephiroth for the first time felt useless. With one last surge of strength he spun slicing at the king. The blade was blocked by a shadowy keyblade that seemed to be made of pure smoke.
Without a word "Sora" shoved him to the floor. Hitting the floor his blade tumbled from his grip. Gigging "Sora" scooped up the long blade looking at the blade. With ease he plunged it into the One Winged Angel's head. His job done "Sora" returned to his seat .
Carefully the spikey haired pyromancer crawled from his companion. With one last look down at her he sighed quietly to himself. He wanted to stay he truly did but he had to go help them. Placing a delicate kiss on her head he pulled the blanket closer to her. He would come back to his queen he swore it. Raising a hand he spawned a portal behind himself closing his eyes as he stepped inside.
As the portal closed the queen of ice hugged the keepsake he had left. The mysterious black coat carried a strong amount of his scent. Standing she unfurled the coat pulling it on. Flipping up the hood she returned to bed feeling as if he were with her.