Anyone like Five Iron Frenzy and hear their new album Until This Shakes Apart? Spicy album. Also, do you guys want me to write (when I get there) Sora picking up ALL of the Foretellers, or just Ava? 'Cause I know Ava's story in pieces… but I also honestly still haven't decided how any of them look under the mask, ripme.

As for how Aiden ends up acting this chapter, I personally stopped trusting a family member after they kicked me once, ever, because of me pranking my brother when I was little. Never trusted them again as long as they'd lived after.

Tw: Blood for one second, gorging, character death.

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Aiden was fascinated with Sora during his childhood. The mixed brunette in turn seemed to be making up for the lost three years of raising him and enjoyed spending time with his son. The toddler helped bring back his more easy going personality as he carefully taught him swordplay with wooden swords. The bright and faded Memories of growing up and play-fighting Riku while pretending they were on adventures made his heart soar.

He taught him how to fish, surprising Chloe as she had no idea he knew so much about it.

"I grew up on an Island. Fishing was our primary food source and commerce."

Sora pulled away from teaching the Town kids and teens, so that by the time Aiden started to go to school he was no longer present. Merely an occasional observer to ensure quality. He had no desire for kids to tease or harass him as they had while he'd raised Chloe, as minimal as it was at the time.

It was around Aiden's twelfth year that something changed in their relationship.

The Town started to become strange and weary towards Sora, which wasn't overly odd in and of itself. To a small extent he had begun to cover himself so that people wouldn't notice it was him as much, his agelessness becoming a thing of contention.

He had stayed in this era too long. It created a pool of negativity to feed the Darkness festering beneath the Light.

The other problem was his ability to see visions. Normally he had visions in his Dreams.

It was a rarer and more concerning matter when that Keyblade summoned itself and threw him into a waking Vision. It always completely disorientated him and took over anything in front of him, and it always felt like he had his right eye again.

He hadn't had a particularly strong Vision in years.

It was while he'd allowed Chloe to coax him out into the Town with Aiden that he had a strong Vision pull him under.

The three of them had been walking through the busier than normal market when suddenly he felt that Keyblade summon itself into his hand and intense pain shoot through his right eye.

He gasped as he froze, only to be pushed forward by someone walking too quickly. Suddenly instead of a bright and sunny market with people closeby, he was abandoned, a cloudy night sky above, and Darkness pooling around. Strange creatures that looked humanoid, his brain supplying 'Darkling' to him, as the strange things surrounded him and closed in.

Fallen Keyblader Wielders, reminding him of the Darksuites and Shadow Heartless all at once. He was grasping at his bangs covering his missing right eye with his left hand as he clutched the Keyblade in his right. Something touched his right arm and he panicked, using his weight to shove it away to keep it from trying to touch his Keyblade. Something else grabbed at his left as he started breathing heavily, the strange creatures closing in around him as they made weird deafening chattering giggles. He tried to shake off what was attached to his left arm.

He felt Darkness pool at his feet as a familiar rough voice snatched him by the collar, "SNAP OUT OF IT SORA!"

He looked around in an unseeing panic as the Darklings kept growing nearer. He was breathing distracting as he frantically looked for the familiar voice, "What?!"

Whoever was behind him shook him roughly, grasping his right wrist as he tried to lift it, Magic sparking down the shaft of the horrible blade. Another hard yank and suddenly people were around him again spectating his freak out just as a Darkling shoved its crimson claw into his chest while he screamed.

He dropped the Keyblade before he could discharge the Magic he'd coiled into it, making it dismiss immediately as it clattered once on the ground.

His face was held towards the blue sky above him as he breathed heavily, his muscles tiring from being too coiled from the vision. He glanced to his right as he realized Vanitas's Remnant was the only thing holding him up by his collar. He stared at the mask and saw his reflection.

And the crowd he'd gathered in his fit.

"About fucking time, dumbass."

Just past Vanitas, he noticed his son blearily getting up with Chloe's help after having been thrown into a now destroyed fruit stand.

His breath caught as he looked at his summon and whispered, "Get me out of here."

Vanitas nodded as he shoved him, his dizziness from the Vision leaving him unable to balance as Vanitas caught him over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. Sora could only look at the ground and the bottom of his waist-cape, noting the pooling of a Dark Corridor. He immediately panicked and flailed as Vanitas walked into the Dark.

It was a short trip thankfully, but Sora felt his Heart nearly combust from the pressure of the Darkness as he coughed up blood immediately upon exit. Vanitas threw him carelessly onto his study's couch, pulling up a chair and pulling away the visor of his helmet. His features were strangely monochrome even in reality as he glared at him scathingly, "What the fuck happened, Sora?"

He weakly panted on the couch as he stared tiredly at the remnant, "...Did I hurt Aiden?"

"You threw him and nearly tossed Chloe when you freaked out. What. Did. You. See."

Sora closed his eye and confessed.

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Sora shut himself away for a week, burying his face into Meowow's side as he lamented.

He hadn't explained a lot about himself to Chloe and Aiden. It was irresponsible, but he had enjoyed living in the moment for once, that he had nearly forgotten.

Meowow cooed at him as it gave him comfort along with his other Dreameaters. Vanitas's Remnant had been made to clean up some of his mess, speaking to Chloe and Aiden in his place.

He'd locked the door with his Keyblade, so no matter how much Chloe begged, Sora refused to open the door.

It was horrible and cruel, but he didn't trust himself.

Vanitas was pissed about dealing with Sora's drama, but did what he could to smooth things over and explain.

It was after ten days of mediocre scraps of food and feeling sorry for himself that he came out and suddenly went into a massive food frenzy.

It was rare, but sometimes he suddenly had the urge to obsessively cook and eat way more than he should. His Visions were usually the cause of it, but it still really sucked. It made him feel miserable in a different way as he made a glutton of himself after doing nothing for so long to recover.

Even when Chloe cautiously spoke with him, he was simply too engrossed in his cooking to talk to her outside of short answers.

Aiden just kept out of arm's reach and snatched plates of food, sometimes entire dishes for him and Chloe to eat elsewhere when Sora wasn't looking.

That pissed him off unreasonably for different reasons, as he'd then have to remake the dish.

He obsessively cooked and ate for four days straight without rest before he was able to regain control of himself again, once more locking himself away for a few days to recover from abusing his body in humiliating silence.

He didn't get to apologize to Aiden, as his son began avoiding him in earnest from then on.

Chloe was left simply distraught and disappointed as she tried to understand what was happening to him.

Sora couldn't explain himself.

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With how little he saw his son, the only reason he knew time was passing was because Chloe was aging.

It took a few years for her to forgive him for the strange incident in the Market, as she slowly came to understand why he shut himself away so often.

His strange habits she'd always known about, but hadn't understood.

Aiden was an occasional shadow or flash at the corner of his vision. Clearly, he kept to his right to stay undetected.

Sora couldn't bring himself to burden Chloe with his heartbreak over destroying his relationship with his son. He knew some of it was because he was a teenager, while more of it had to do with the way the Townspeople had started to have disdain towards him as they mockingly began to call him The Master. The primary problem of course, was the fact that he had hurt Aiden pretty badly when he'd tossed him.

It was with this several year unease between them that one strange morning, as Sora came out from a hallway, he saw a familiar tall figure wearing black with long spiky red hair. Sora felt his breath leave him as he stared at the tall man's back, a deep well of agonizing confused nostalgia rushing over him as he took a few stumbling steps forward as he reached forward, "Axel?"

The man turned to him with a deep frown set on his face as Sora realized the face and hair wasn't quite right.

The hair didn't stand the same, and there was certainly no widow's peak.

Aiden glared at him, "Did you forget your own son's face?"

He blinked in confusion, "W-Aiden?"

He sneered at him as he rolled his green eyes, "Whatever. I don't have time to talk to you."

Aiden turned and walked swiftly away, Sora still reeling in realized confusion.

His Heart Hurt.

He pulled his arms into himself as he gripped his chest, bowing his head as he grit his teeth and closed his eye in pain, tears gathering as he felt the brokenness he hadn't been able to repair. Roxas's Memories were messing with him, throwing him in odd confusion as they bubbled to the surface as if the Hurt he'd endured in the Organization had just happened yesterday.

Sora fell to his knees, a wail of sadness breaking from his throat as he wept apologies to vacant walls.

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Chloe's hair was turning grey, while he stayed the same.

At some point he'd managed to get her to take Aiden's picture with his Gummi phone, knowing how uncanny his appearance was to Axel's. It freaked him out just how strong genetics could be if his vague contemplations were right.

"I'm going to travel."

Chloe paused as she ate, Sora keeping silent as he kept quiet and impassive.

It was the only way Aiden would deal with him being around in his presence.

She frowned, "Where?"

Aiden shrugged, age barely touching own features as those in the Town realized Sora's strange youth wasn't inheritable.

Sora was just an ageless freak to them now.

Chloe contemplated as she looked at Sora with silent questions. Sora met her gaze, clearly giving it thought before lowering his gaze with a minute nod. She sighed lightly as she turned back to Aiden who was looking at them both annoyed, "You'll write me… won't you?"

Aiden smiled lovingly at his mother, "Of course."

Chloe nodded, "Alright then. This Town isn't all there is, and I did get to travel when you were little… Maybe you'll be able to find a girl to settle down with."

Aiden seemed to brighten at the idea, "That'd be nice, to not be stuck under The Master's shadow."

Chloe gave him a disapproving look as Sora pulled into himself a little in shame.

He had never given enough thought to what it would mean to have his own family in a Town that thought he didn't age.

Now he knew the hard way.

He looked like the shameful teenager in comparison to his aging partner and adult son.

Another awkward month passed as arrangements were made for his son's departure.

Finally the fated day came, Sora waiting outside his son's transportation and small stash of belongings. He'd secretly placed various recovery items into his luggage unseen.

Aiden and Chloe came out, his son glaring at him as he wouldn't be able to avoid him. "What do you want?"

Sora looked up at his son sadly as he spoke gently, "I'm sorry."

Aiden sneered, "You're kind of more than a decade late, dad."

Sora kept his back straight and refused to bow, not now. "Still, I regret hurting you."

His son sniffed as he glanced away in boredom, "Whatever."

Sora glanced to the side for a moment before pulling out a small treasure chest, "Here."

Aiden looked at it suspiciously before taking it, surprised at its weight as he nearly dropped it, "W-what is it?!"

Sora shrugged, "Open it when you arrive wherever you settle. Hopefully it'll be of use to you, but don't let anyone else see it."

Aiden gave him a suspicious look as Sora took a few steps back, "I love you, Aiden."

Aiden glanced away as he set the chest into his transport, hiding it under a few other things as he kept silent for a long moment.

"...Yeah. Thanks."

Sora vaguely smiled before turning to Chloe, who was clutching her hands at her chest in worry. Sora gave his son one final look before forcefully shaking his son's hand with both of his in a tight grip before stiffly speed walking back to the Tower.

He watched his son leave from a window high in the Tower, tracing his path until he was truly out of sight.

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Chloe was beautiful to him.

No matter how old she became, as her vibrant red hair turned from grey to white.

As her skin aged, and her youth diminished.

As he continued to compliment how beautiful she was as she denied his claims in comparison to his youth.

She outlived many of her peers under his care, as he loved her more and more each day, deeper and deeper.

Even when she no longer desired to be physical with him, he still achingly loved her. He understood.

Her Heart's youth glimmered in her eyes and it was enough.

When Aiden's letters stopped coming, Chloe had been left frightened and despondent. However, Sora knew the truth.

The place Aiden had settled had separated from their great yet shrinking World, becoming what would eventually become Radiant Garden. He could only tell her things were as they should be, and that Aiden was happy and healthy wherever he was.

More Stars began to appear and glimmer in the sky.

Her body weakened as her hair turned pure white. He took care of her needs, strong enough to carry her outside to see flowers and birds as their too-tall Tower of a home became too difficult for her to traverse safely.

His Heart ached as he knew her time was coming to an end.

She knew it too, as she was eventually left bedridden and weak.

Chloe smiled at him tiredly as she spoke with her aged voice, "We've had a pleasant ninety seven years together, Sora."

He hated when she spoke like this, but he took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, his eye warming with tears. He agreed, "It wasn't perfect, but you're one of the best things to ever happen to me."

Chloe gave him a smile, "Did you learn a lot about yourself? About what you want and need?"

Sora nodded, "I did."

Chloe grasped his hand, "I'm glad. You know you'll only get older as Kairi and Riku will be the same when you meet them again in the future."

Sora stared down at her hand as he nodded, "You're right."

"Don't keep yourself locked away. You need to be surrounded by people. You're a lot stronger when someone's by your side."

Tears trailed down his cheek, "Yeah, I'm just… a half pint."

Chloe gave him an odd look as Sora chuckled, "I never did explain my friendship with Goofy and Donald… did I?"

Chloe shook her head as she smiled wistfully, "Tell me about them?"

He nodded, indulging her as he extrapolated on the stories he'd told her in her youth. Eventually she fell asleep as he spoke. He continued until he himself fell asleep on her bedside.

He didn't know how long he'd slept, but when he woke up, he became aware of her hand as it rested cold and stiff on the back of his head.

Sora wept at her passing.

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After he'd given himself time to mourn Chloe's death, he sealed the Tower, summoned Kingdom Key, and opened a Time Gate. His Heart led him to his next moment in time as he stepped out in the same backyard he'd left behind.

But time had clearly passed when he checked the cemetery. Even the infants that had been born when he'd last been present were old and buried.

Sora decided to observe the Town, to familiarize himself with its changes in residents as he carefully pulled out that jacket.

What he associated with Organization XIII.

He was fascinated at how, so long as it was zipped all the way and the hood pulled over the whole way, his face became indistinct in shadow. A little more and his face was completely obscured in dark. He pulled on the black gloves that went with it and observed from shadows.

He snuck into offices, reading through audits and other paper trails of record.

Sora was not happy with what he'd found.

There were rules to living in this Town. Only a certain number of people could live there- it never made sense to anyone as to why he didn't allow all of the houses to be filled, but they were meant to stay empty for the future.

He couldn't very well have a Keyblade War without the Players, could he?

There were three times the amount of allowed people and families living in the Town now. He'd have to kick them out and force them to move.

They weren't meant to stay in this shrinking World. They were festering the Darkness too quickly.

Another issue was that several of his ground rules about wealth, care, and power had been dramatically shifted towards a small group of people.

There were homeless people, dragged out of vacant homes because those who'd come into power had decided to line their pockets.

Somehow some of his methods of healing and care had been erased, causing many to suffer from easily cured affliction or die young over stupid preventable causes.

Sora was angry, but he bided his time. He made notes, collected his evidence.

At least he knew there were records and mythos about The Master, and to not cross him should he return.

He smiled deviously in pride as his anger simmered, 'Time to return order to what's mine.'

The Townspeople didn't know what was coming, as he set Unversed into homes to haunt in the night. He didn't allow them to hurt anyone, but no one had the ability to harm them. They chattered in silent glee as they dodged untrained spears and swords. No Heart had enough Light in them to burn them.

They could terrorize to their content.

The leaders were left trying to deal with the chaos as crowds of people began to gather in the town square, demanding protection and compensation for damages to their homes.

For the buildings that the Unversed tore down that should not have been erected over the houses the World had put into place.

The head official tried to calm the people when Sora appeared to them all, laughing gleefully unhinged as he floated above them, Superbia in hand as he revealed himself, "I left behind such simple rules, gentlemen. You've broken every single one of them in my absence. Honestly, did you think you could get away with such ignorance? I have read your ledgers, observed the homeless in the streets, and the linings of your coffers."

The man shivered, "You- You're the Master?!"

Sora smiled humorously, "This Town isn't meant for the likes of you. Get out."

He wrought havoc for weeks until he was satisfied and all was as it should be. Lowering the numbers and redistributing wealth.

Some teenagers disappeared.

Sent away to a different Time, unbeknownst to the townsfolk, furthering their terror of him.

He had no pity to spare.

Eventually his wrath ran out and he warned those who were left, "I may be leaving you all once more, but I will return again. It could be next week or fifty years from now. But I shall return to this Town, for it is mine."

They cowered as he left them.

Auron was displeased with his behavior, while Vanitas had had an amazing time of it.

Sora opened another Time Gate with his Heart as his Guide.

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Only a few years had passed. He frowned, a little baffled but shrugging it off as he resettled into the Tower.

He skulked through shadows as he observed the Town.

Sora heard sea shanties being sung at the pier in the distance. An ache built in his chest as a few days passed, drawing him closer and closer to the sea.

It reminded him of Home.

Finally he went out, wearing a simple cloak with a hood to cover his features. He wore his hair down with a few braided strands tied in the back, creating a more androginous look to his still young features. With a little practice, he figured out how to make use of glamour to adjust his appearance as he made his body seem less muscular as to disguise himself more thoroughly.

He was pleased with his work, making his way towards the pier as he wore simple black pants, boots, and red top. A yellow and blue patterned sash was tied around his waist, hidden under the cloak.

He watched the fishermen sing, go about their work, and sell their catches to the people. He recognized some of their songs as he found himself humming along with them, his voice also shifted to be more feminine than the deeper tones he had matured into.

One man in particular had caught his eye, as he kept to the alleys and shadows.

Had his eyes been a brighter shade of red, his skin anymore pale or translucent, or his hair any whiter, he would have thought him to be an albino. Instead he had wine colored eyes, silvery hair that was left loose and smooth, and lightly tanned skin. He kept to the shadows obviously enough, as clearly his disposition must have left him to easily burn, but he was most certainly a man of the sea.

Sora was taken by him.

He didn't know why he had fixated on him so thoroughly. He had been attracted to many people over the years while also having periods where he wasn't attracted to anyone at all.

But something drew him in and he was desperate for a taste. Even passing fancies had never made him want to pursue someone so thoroughly.

A festival was being held in the Town, celebrating the yearly solstice as well as simply being happy for the bounty of food the sailors had brought in. The festivities had vastly changed since he'd last attended when Chloe had still had color in her hair. He watched wistfully as people danced in the lantern lit square, the Memory of dancing in Corona washing over him.

"You certainly enjoy keeping your distance."

Sora gasped quietly as he turned to his right, overcompensating for his eye as he was left shocked that he'd been snuck up on. He blinked at the silver haired man who was giving him a rather pleased look, his voice smooth and pleasant.

Sora took a step back into the wall, his voice changed into something that made it difficult to distinguish his gender, "How did you notice me?"

The man smirked, "Kind of hard to ignore such an intense stare for the hours you've been watching me." He moved closer and trapped Sora against the summer heated brick behind him as he leaned in closer, "So how can I help you?"

Sora waffled as his nerves sent a distracting thrill through him, "I- uh-"

The man observed him for a long and searching moment before capturing his lips.

Sora was lost to him instantly.

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The man, named Haiiro, would work during the day with his crew and meet with him for the night.

Sora kept his strange glamour, though the silver haired man had figured him out quickly enough the first night with a sly smirk, "You're that infamous Master, aren't you?"

Sora had pouted at being found out.

However, after three nights of lust and passion his fire burned out.

Haiiro met with him and simply stated, "My ship leaves port tomorrow."

Sora was immediately heartbroken as his hold on his glamour flickered, and he covered himself with the hood of his cloak, his voice returned to its natural tone as he dismally responded, "Oh."

Haiiro gave him a sympathetic look, "The life of a fisherman isn't easy, you know."

Sora was silent for a drawn out moment before he sighed breathily, dropping the rest of his glamour as he smiled at the other man sadly, "I know."

Haiiro raised an eyebrow as Sora took his hand to bring him to the Tower for one final night, though the fire had evaporated in his blood.

Perhaps he had satisfied his frightening bout of lust. He didn't know, and he didn't understand himself anymore.

He missed his friends.

Sora cooked dinner for the two of them as Haiiro took in his actual appearance, having known since the start the man before him had been hiding as much.

The silver haired man found he was still just as interested, despite the deception. "So why did you change your appearance?"

Sora smiled bitterly, "Letting people see my real face as I seem unaging, while they grow from childhood into old men breeds nothing but negativity. I've at least learned that lesson after a few centuries."

Haiiro laughed lightly as he tilted his head, "You are familiar with the sea, I have heard you humming our songs."

Sora glanced at him before keeping his eye on what he was cooking, "I grew up on an Island."

Haiiro perked up, "Really?"

Sora nodded as he dug up his Memories of Destiny Islands, "From a young age I was taught how to fish. By the time I was ten I could catch a fish bare handed." He smiled wistfully, "It was a small community, but it was Home."

Haiiro hummed, "So who're Riku and Kairi? Lovers?"

Sora choked as he whipped around to stare at the silver haired man, his face red and body flush in embarrassment, "I- did I talk in my sleep?!"

Haiiro laughed, "Well, that and you kind of called out Riku's name instead a few times."

Sora wanted to die, just bury him right there.

Haiiro smirked, "Must be pretty special to stay in your thoughts for so long."

Sora shrunk into himself slightly as he finished what he was making, setting the food and placing a plate in front of the other, "They're my best friends…"

Haiiro gave him a disbelieving look as he started to eat, "Really? Just… friends?"

Sora put his elbows on the table and covered his face in embarrassment, "Seeing them again someday is all I've been hoping for all of these years. To see beyond the Darkness to be by their side again."

But hadn't he gone beyond that Final pa-

A piercing pain caused him to flinch as he lowered his hands confused.

Haiiro looked at him in concern as Sora shook it off with an awkward smile, "Someday we'll be together again. I just know it."

The man sighed wistfully, "It must be nice, to have such vibrant memories of them."

Sora's smile dimmed into melancholy, "...Yeah."

Haiiro watched him as he finished eating, "Do you have any pictures of them?"

Sora blinked as he looked at him in confusion, "Why?"

Haiiro shrugged as he gave the mixed brunette his full attention, "When was the last time you talked to anyone about them? You have nothing to lose telling me about your friends, and I've heard their names enough to be interested."

Sora rubbed his neck, still embarrassed as he thought it over.

Couldn't hurt, right?

Slowly he nodded as he finished his own plate, rummaging for his Gummi phone. Haiiro was immediately fascinated by the device, Data keeping to himself wherever he went when he wasn't visible on screen. Manually Sora pulled up a picture of the three of them, a final picture cast in sunset with the sea behind them before they'd returned to Yen Sid's Tower.

He passed the phone over, and Haiiro held it, observing the picture in fascination. "You look different with short hair."

Sora chuckled awkwardly, "Y-yeah."

Haiiro glanced at him with a smirk, "You still have that crown shaped tuft though."

Sora blinked as he ran a hand over the top of his hair, realizing the man was right.

Vanitas had always trimmed that specific section, no matter how many times Sora said it looked weird as the Darkling brushed him off and simply stated it was the only good defining feature he had.

Vanitas always was good at knocking him down with pointed insult to control his vanity and pride. Clearly he was due for a reckoning.

Haiiro handed the Gummi phone back to him with a smile, "Is Riku the boy?" Sora nodded as he continued, "I guess I can see why you were so smitten with me."

Sora frowned in vague confusion as he hesitantly responded, "That's not why I…" ...Was it? Had it been the same with Chloe, her red hair reminding him of Kairi?

Haiiro patted him on the shoulder, "Do you have any momentos?"

Sora blinked as he immediately pulled out the charm Kairi had given him. He stared at it, almost shocked as he realized he still had it. She had insisted he keep it on him when he'd left for his Mark of Mastery. The mixed brunette looked at the other before carefully placing the thalassa charm into his hand.

His Heart should have felt hesitant, yet he somehow knew this was exactly what he was supposed to do.

Haiiro examined the wayfinder thoroughly, "So what is this?" He traced the shells, studying exactly how it'd been crafted. He found the drawing on its top endearing as he smirked at it wryly.

"...There's a legend, that if you make a wayfinder for your most precious person, that they'll always be guided back to you. Another more simple version I think amounted to, that if you made one while praying, it would grant safe sailing to the recipient."

Haiiro nodded absently as he made his own conclusions about that, eventually deciding he understood how the charm had been made. He looked at Sora as he handed it back, "What's with the crown in the center? Your motif?"

Sora blinked as he put it away, thinking as he ran a hand over his hair again before placing his hand on his neckline, the absence of his crown necklace suddenly filling him with grief. "Maybe."

Haiiro rested against the table, "Anything else? Clearly Kairi made that Charm."

Sora frowned as he thought it over. The primary mementos of Riku that he had was Oblivion, which embodied some of his most painful Memories, as well as his special Dream Keyblade that could combine with Riku's.

Sora slumped, "Not really…"

Haiiro smiled as he patted Sora on the shoulder, "Well, you still remember them both clearly, so that's good, isn't it?"

But did he remember them clearly? He couldn't remember their voices anymore.

He forced a smile, "Right."

Haiiro gave him a suspicious look before shrugging it off. Who was he to pry further?

So they spent one final night together, and the next day Sora stood at the pier to see the crew off, standing there until the sun had nearly set as the boat disappeared into the distance.

A part of the ocean fell away as a new Star lit the sky.

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A/N: Response to Guest Reviewer Zui for ch 14.
"See Sora's reasons are far more rational for why he did what he did, he's literally waiting out the clock to see his friends again and excluding himself from common human comforts because he wants them all to be with his friends. Ava however had her buddies and while her leader did leave her with alot of responsibility in the position of power she was in she had a whole son who she doesn't even understand or try to understand and instead has his catatonic ass watching her bust baby, that's kinda sick to do to someone who just realized he's a bit to old for his mother's love and just had his whole reality yanked from his grasp and is suffering. Riku is literally Sora's guardian he should have addressed this when he made it there but he didn't even say a word or find it strange he was just numb to it all felt hollow and unrealistic all things considered. Ava is actually a terrible mother even Kairi sent a damn note Sora didn't even have that much from her, scared nothing if your old enough to do your dirt your mature enough to know what's right from wrong and as you've demonstrated her son once again wins in that department she's trash if you ask me."

-I've chosen to not break down the review, as I've kind of just come to the conclusion that you hate Ava and nothing I say will change that. I don't know if you missed in VtD that Ava left letters for Sora when he grew up along with everything else, as I stated in my last response, but I digress. Ava and Sora's relationship is broken. There's a lot unresolved, and I still have a bit to go before I get to the point when Sora begins to collect the Foretellers as children. More clarity on Ava's perception of TheMoM will be gone over here. I'm actually holding off on even really starting to plot out/write the FtUtM part of the story specifically so I can make sure I know what I've written for Ava's/the Foreteller's story in full. I don't want the awkward back and forth mess ups I had from Eraqus to Wayfinders simply because in VtD I hadn't even really thought about the sequels at all in any capacity. While I hadn't planned this series at all in full when I finished Vulpes to Dandelions, every piece of it is necessary for where I'm going with this. -shrugs- I don't know what else to say.