Now's the time for the one that might be my favourite one! It's also the longer one. Hope you'll enjoy!

The doorbell rings, and a young woman opens the door with a huge smile. She is pretty, in her mid-twenties, with pixie short dark hair and hazel eyes.

"Come in! It's been a while since your last visit, I was starting to worry something happened to you."

The man standing at the door smiles back at her and steps inside the flat. He is older than her, his hair streaked with grey, a patch on one of his eyes. He hangs his black coat next to a similar one on the coat rack.

"Would you like some tea? Coffee, perhaps?"

"Tea is fine," he says as he takes a seat around the table, remembering how bad her coffee is. "Still liking it here?"

"Oh, I love this town." She pours the tea into two mugs and sits in front of him. "And business is working well, so I cannot complain much."

"Look at you," the man chuckles. "Started from nothing, and now one of the most successful designers in all Shibuya. Good for you."

"And you are to thank for that, Luxu, I will not forget."

It was true she wasn't always that successful business woman walking through the city with assurance and confidence. A decade ago, she had been the exact opposite of that. Luxu said she had started from nothing - she had started from being nothing.

At night, she would sometimes still dream of these days, and wake up in tears.

She was cold. She was scared. And she was alone. These three words summed up her whole existence. This cell was all she could remember. She had no idea how she ended up here. Perhaps she had been born here? No, she was certain she came from the outside. Certain there was at least someone waiting for her out there. All she owned to remind her of that was that scrap of red fabric. She didn't remember who it belonged to, but she knew this was a promise: they would see each other again.

Not all days were bad. Or rather, some day were less terrible than others. She would sometimes get some surprise visits that would brighten up her day a little bit. She would also get visits from people in white coats and that never resulted in a better day.

There were other children with her. She supposed they were children, supposed she was too, even though she had no idea how old she was, or even what her face looked like. She had long dark hair, that she could see, but that and that only. And the other children, they kept screaming and crying. She would not. She had long understood this wouldn't lead to anything. She saved her voice for her pleasant visits. She saved her tears for the unpleasant ones. And one by one, the other children fell silent. Some probably had the same thought process as she had. But she couldn't help thinking that perhaps, some of them were gone. She would never be able to hear them voices again. She didn't know their names or their faces, but she would occasionally shed a tear for them.

She didn't know her own name either. The scientists would call her Subject X, so X had become her name. Did all the other children have a letter? Were there initially 26 of them? How many were left now? Were they taken down in order? How long before W was gone? How long did she have left? She didn't even know what they wanted with them either. All the adults said when they were testing her was that she had a "strong light". She didn't know what that meant, or if that was a good thing, but she suspected that was the reason she was still there when other were not. On good days, she would pray that her light stayed strong. On bad days, she would just hope it went out and put her out of her misery.

Even though she didn't remember them, she had friends out there, she knew that. She hoped they were alright, that they didn't have to go through the same terrible things she did - or even worse. Would they remember her? Or was there just a kid out there wondering why their scarf was missing a piece of fabric? It would make her sad that they forgot about her, but she wouldn't blame them. She had forgotten about them, after all. Deep inside, she hoped that one day, they would be reunited, and they would remember.

One day was very different from the others. She heard the people in white being really nervous all morning. Something was happening. Something good, or something bad, she had no idea. But she had long stopped hoping that something good would happen.

So when the door opened, she just blankly looked up. There was a man she never saw before standing there. He was wearing a black coat and had a patch on his eye.

"There's no time to explain," he said, throwing her something. Another black coat. "Put this on and follow me."

"Who are you?"

"Not now. Later."

She had no reason to follow him, but she had no reason to stay in there either. She put the black coat on and took a hesitant step forward. He offered his hand. No one ever did that. She decided to give him a chance. She took his hand, not knowing this decision would change her life.

"Can't use portals down there, magic is blocked here," she could hear him grumble as they were running. "We need to get outside and hope no one sees us. Luckily, it's such a mess out there we might be fine."

"Wait," she suddenly said, stopping abruptly. He looked at her, annoyed she wasn't running anymore. "The other kids. The other ones. We need to let them go too!"

He sternly shook his head, looking almost sad for a second. "I'm sorry, kid. There's no other kid. You're the only one left."

His words left her breathless. Tears filled her eyes, and she collapsed on the floor. "I see… So they are… All of them…"

"Listen, there is one of them left, and that is you. And if we stay here, then you're as good as gone too. We need to leave."

But she couldn't walk. She didn't even want to. What was the point? Why should she survive when all of them did not?

The man muttered something and kneeled next to her. She expected him to perhaps say nice things, to try to comfort her, but he didn't bother. He just picked her up and started running again, as if she was weightless.

Suddenly, they were outside at last. It was the first time she saw the sky in… How long had it been? Years? It was beautiful. She could feel the wind on her skin, she could smell the smoke. Smoke?

The town was being destroyed. Buildings were on fire, some of them collapsing. People were screaming and running. Monsters that looked familiar to her went after these people.

"What is happening?" she asked in a very tiny voice, wondering for the first time if the cell was a safer place than outside.

"They have been creating heartless for years and now they are surprised they are trying to destroy the world. The place doesn't have long left. I need to get you out of here before it is destroyed completely. Now, time to go. Can you walk now?"

She nodded, and he put her down, taking her hand back in his. From the flick of the wrist, he made something appear out of thin air. A portal, she thought. She had used these before. Her body remembered. "Now we run in there and we don't stop until we're on the other side. Got it?"

She nodded once again, and he dragged her through the portal. She could feel the darkness around them, trying to catch them, but yet never reaching them, as if they had some sort of protection spell around them. After a couple of minutes of running, they could finally see the way out, and they stepped into a brand new world.

"We made it," he sighed. She was panting, but he merely looked tired from running all the way. She had many questions to ask, but she decided to look around for a bit.

She had never been there before, she was sure of that. This world was full of tall buildings made of glass and iron, and lights everywhere. The place was full of people who didn't spare them a single glance, all walking very quickly in all directions.

"Where are we?"

"Shibuya. Follow me."

She did, worried she would lose him in the crowd if she let go of his hand. "Who are you?"

"In a moment. Here, go in there."

They walked into a café that was almost empty. "Welcome to the WildKat," a man said, looking bored out of his mind. "What can I get you?"

"I'll have your house blend coffee, and she will have…" He looked at her who was completely lost. "Bring her a hot chocolate and pancakes."

"Right away." The waiter disappeared, leaving them alone.

"Now's a right time for questions, kid."

"Who are you?" she asked for the third time today.

"I'm not sure I can give you that information right now. People used to call me Braig. Let's use that name for now."

"Why did you help me?"

"I had a debt to pay back."

"A debt?"

"Let's just say I promised an old friend to keep an eye on people for her and that didn't end all too well. So now I'm trying to make it up for that."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"You might have noticed how many people there were out there? Makes it harder to find you. You should be safe in here."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah. Do you want to know?"

Yes, she wanted to scream, but she actually thought about it. She wanted to find her friends and remember about them on her own. She didn't want her past to be served on a silver plate by a man she did not know. This was her journey.

"Just my name, then."

"Skuld."

She nodded. The name sounded familiar.

"What now?"

"I have secured a few things for you. You are going to stay there and make your life here. There are simple rules to follow: if you ever can use magic again, don't. If you feel you're in danger, the coat will help conceal your light. And don't ever tell anyone where you are from."

"What about you?"

"I will go back to my world. I still need to keep an eye on how things are going. I might need to stick my nose in their business for a while."

"There are two boys," she softly said. "They were nice to me. Lea and Isa. Could you… Could you make sure they are safe?"

"I'll see what I can do," he snorted.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Do you want to?" He asked, and he looked genuinely surprised. She nodded. He was one of the few people she felt she could trust. "Well, I'll see what I can do. I guess that in order to pay that debt back, I need to check in on you from time to time… I'll bring you the latest news about world order. Is that fine with you?"

"I would love that."

They drank and ate and this was her very first real meal in so long that she started crying again. The waiter - who turned out to be the owner - asked if the food was that bad, but she shook her head saying it was the best thing she had in years. Braig laughed at her and waited until she was done eating to get up.

"Well, I have to go, kid. My world is on fire, after all, they might need me. We'll meet again."

He was about to step outside the café when he stopped.

"You really don't remember a thing, do you?"

"Not one," she said sadly. Somehow, he looked relieved.

"The name's Luxu. Don't tell anyone."

It was only after she was gone that the owner walked back to her. Panicking, she looked at him with big round eyes.

"Wait, I don't have any money… He left, and I cannot-"

"Relax, kid," the man sighed. "He took care of everything already. Paid upfront."

Relieved, she nodded, before frowning again. "But what will I do? Where will I go?"

"Told you he took care of everything. He gave me a nice amount of money to make sure you lacked of nothing. He helped me out a while ago and now it's time for me to help him out, I guess…" He sighed again. "I'm no babysitter, though… Anyway, I've got a spare room. And he signed you up in middle school. Said your name was… Stella. Congrats, Stella, you are apparently my niece who moved in to my place after your parents disappeared! Enjoy your new life in Shibuya, and don't cause me any trouble, because despite the insane sum he gave me to keep an eye on you, I won't go get you if you get arrested or something, and if you run away, I won't look for you. I'm Hanekoma, by the way. Call me Mister H, everyone does, I don't care. Welcome to your new life, kid."

Skuld smiles at her tea. So much had changed since then. Finishing school, working part-time at the WildKat, graduating college, starting her own fashion brand, Stellar, known for its characteristic stars on every design, moving out to her own flat. Having Luxu visit once a year with news on how good or bad the worlds evolved. He never hid anything, acknowledging he was doing bad things, and yet she never judged. He made sure Lea and Isa lost their hearts, but that way they would not die when their world faced destruction. He helped the Organization XIII destroy more worlds, but that was necessary for the new Keyblade Hero to become stronger - and all worlds would be restored, its people saved.

"So what are the news today, Luxu?"

He smiles and leans back into his chair.

"How much do you know about the Reaper's Game, kid?"

"The Reaper's Game? You mean the game offering a second chance at life to a few people gone too soon? Uncle H told me about it. Why?"

"Well, it turns out there might soon be a brand new player."

"Someone you know? What is his name?"

Luxu's grin gets even bigger, as he leans in to whisper the name.

"How much have I already told you about Sora?"

Not too long ago, "Skuld and Xigbar" would have sounded like the imposed "pairing" and I would never ever have though of any kind of scenario involving them. If anything, that would have sounded like a joke.

And then, KH3 happened. I am so happy with this fic, so happy I got to write something in Shibuya! I love TWEWY a lot (waiting to have a switch to play it again !) and while this doesn't involve most of the cast, I am hoping a lot that TWEWY's Shibuya will be a future world. Sora did promise to visit them in DDD after all!

Seventeenth theme will be Black Heart!