Chapter 2

Part 2

The world moved on.

People going to, and fro. This way, and that. The sky never changed, but-it was Twilight Town, it was always red. Time passed by.

It changed. Curving, the colors swirling in a way that betrayed its unreality.

Sora groaned, slowly waking up. Clutching his head, which was pounding like crazy. Every inch of his body aching. As if the day wasn't bad enough.

Then, someone was helping him stand. Despite the ringing in his ear, and sluggish, disjointed thoughts (possibly, that he did notice someone THERE a second earlier, but that was expected, somehow).

"Huh?" Sora asked, somewhat noticing his helper, now.

A man in a black-coat, whose image kept flickering between a hooded face, Riku, and Ansem.

"My head hurts." Sora muttered. So, so much.

Working to save up some munny, so they could go to the beach. Hayner, Pence and Olette were counting on him! Mail Delivery was so fun, even it took a few tries before he could get a perfect run. Grandstanding was okay, but it being a job sucked the fun out of it.

Roxas in a black-coat, playing Grandstand. With Olette, Hayner, and Pence cheering. Nice to be included, even if this was the first time talking with them.

Bee extermination hurt, and was a nucence besides. But the woman was nice, and it felt good to help (like being useful). Pounding junk was weird (and was that technically littering?).

"Let's see." Roxas said, digging into his pockets, and then showing the group what he had earned. "Just this."

Hayner gave a thumbs up. "Whoa, Roxas! That's awesome!"

"Nice work, everyone." Olette congratulated. Hiding the groups pooled resources like a suprise. "Added to what we started with, we now have..." She paused, dramatically, bringing out her orange coin-purse from behind her back.

(That the King had given him. Identical to Olette's wallet, offering evidence to the simulated Town theory.)

"Tada! 5000 munny!"

Falling to the ground, and being roughly jerked to his feet.

Getting to the counter, only to find their munny was gone. Patting himself down, trying to find it.

"Say no more, Namine." The Thief ordered, pulling her to her feet. Just when she was about to explain... "It's best he doesn't know the truth."

Frustration. Anger. Rightous indignation.

"Your that pick-pocket!"

Being shoved into a Corridor.

Riku turning to Ansem, in a burst of Darkness.

"R-Riku?" Sora sputtered, clutching his head. Turning around, to see the figure was gone. Stumbling, as his head pounded in pain and confusion.

"Roxas! To the mansion!" DIZ's voice boomed. And, for a moment, Sora wasn't just hearing. He was Roxas, remembering.

"The Mansion?" Sora asked aloud, struggling to remain standing, as his feet swayed unsteadily. "C-Could something there, tell me whats going on?"

Then, he was standing in the Woods, on the other side of the Twilight Town. The hole in the wall, leading to Tran Common, at his back.

With no travel time.

Nightmare-Dusk rushing toward him.

Shaking his head, as if to clear it, Sora stepped forward with a determine expression. Roxas flashing over him, as he summoned his keyblade, with a back-handed grip.

Slicing through the monsters, as he ran passed.

The Old Mansion

Sora walked out of the woods, looking around.

The gate to the Old Mansion stood closed. Locked. Big, and tall, and glowing a light blue, in-between bits of frozen ice. Creating a surreal scene of solid ice, while everything else was its normal temperature, grass and all.

"Huh?" Sora asked himself, the urgency replaced by curiosity, as he reached out to touched the icy metal, and...

"You seek answers."

Sora (was he Sora? he felt so different) had watched his body build itself from Nothing hours ago. In this very spot. He hadn't felt like moving (or anything at all, really), so he hadn't-didn't. Just stood in that one spot, with no intention of moving anytime soon. Until this guy in the black-coat came by, and started asking questions.

Was he Sora? He didn't feel like Sora- but he didn't feel like anything at all. He remembered being Sora. But, honestly- how different would it be, to just have Sora's memories and not be Sora?

"You feel nothing."

Normally, he would've gotten bored, or tired of standing. Then moved on to some other activity. As it was, he felt nothing at all. Indefinitely doing Nothing.

Oh, he could move (had tried earlier, after he had just formed, and had yet to realize the no-feeling aspect). But, what was the point? He had no drive. Literally, not just a saying the kids on the Island had when he wanted to sleep all day (and wouldn't they be surprised Sora could be any lazier).

He had done this. Gave his heart, to save Kairi, and ended up like this. Whatever this was, it couldn't have been any worse than living without her (but it had been, at the time. He remembered a deep, gut-wrenching feel at the thought of her loss). Not that he would blame her, this was all his own stupidity. Well, one thing was for sure, he wouldn't risk his life for Kairi again. Might protect her, if it was convent (because he still cared, even if it was a dull, vague fondness, now). Nothing moved past the apathy.

"I can give you a purpose."

Well. If nothing else, that would prevent him from staring at a bush all day. Which, was necessary, because he was fairly sure he would need to eat or sleep, eventually ( he was not entirely sure, because- staring at a bush all day, and created from Nothing- but it was a reasonable guess).

It so strange, feeling Nothing. Both the element, and the Apathy. A gaping hole, in his sense of self. As if he were no longer human. The Darkness, which was so close, and so far. The Light, no longer the comforting ally it had been, but now something subtlety different (something HIS- and that was so weird). That he hadn't even realized was a constant presence underneath his skin, until it mutated, and mixed with THAT. He was empty. Numb. So, so empty- anything to end the nothingness was worth it- had to be, because this felt so terrible, and strange.

The man made a hitting motion, on the thin air, sweeping it away. Letters, that spelled out his name (Sora, appearing in the motions wake. Translucent and floating. Another motion, and they were spinning. Round and round, soon too fast for Sora to keep track of...

Then, suddenly stopped. The letters, revealing themselves to be shuffled, scattered everywhere. Slowly, spreading out, fluttering up, or down, into a single, uniform line, to spell out...

"Roxas." What once was, mentally, Sora, whispered.

It made sense (was perfect). Both Sora, and Not-Sora, just like him.

"That is right." The man, who was probably Ansem (he couldn't bring himself to care, either way), said pleased. "The new you."

Roxas would forget it, later. Because he wasn't Roxas-Axel's Best-Friend yet. He was Roxas-that was almost Sora. That remembered, that just needed a heart, but was ultimately Sora. Then, Kairi brought him back, and the memories disappeared one after the other. Sora woke up, to Kairi- he didn't remember.

But, alot of stuff was happening, and it was hard to remember a memory without emotion, one couldn't feel interest or fear. Then Namine started messing with them, and-well- is it any surprise that little memory got lost? Somewhere.

And all that was left was... Roxas.

Sora left the memory, collapsed on the ground, and gasping for breath.

Then noticed the gate was open, invitingly.

"Well." Sora started, after catching his breath. "I guess I can't go back."

Taking a deep breath, and trying to stop the shaking, hollow feeling in his chest, he took a step through the gate.

Then the gate closed, behind him.

Sora looked back at the now closed gate, locking him into the mansion courtyard. Then laughed, unsteadily.

The Foyer

Sora walked into the Foyer. Pausing, to take a look at the ruined interior.

The after-image of a certain Nobody (that was him, and not) passed by. Fighting, and dispersing the low-level Nobodies in the room.

Sora watch, in rememberance.

Everything was old. Objects broken, statues smashed, like the Dinning Room table. A twisted purple and red glow, covered half of the walls, and a good portion of the room. Still recognizable, but it had went through some major changes. It felt angry, and urgent, and ominous- the sense of time running out.

Sora slowly walked, his body moving of its own accord. Slowly climbing the stairs, and into one of the upper floor doors.

It was a white room, most of the room decorated with crayon drawings. With a huge window, covering most of the outside wall.

Namine's Room.

Memories of Namine, of DIZ interrupting, stopping her.

Sora cringed, stumbling into the room. The door closing with a dull thud.

Memories of another white room.

"You belong in Darkness." DIZ had said, proudly-triumphant, and withoout compassion. "I need someone to travel about the Realm of Light, and DESTROY Organization 13."

DIZ laughing at his own words. "And if I'm a servant, your a tool, at best."

"Is that a joke?" Roxas asked, incensed.

Roxas slashing through the projection of DIZ. Over and over again-at least it shut him up. The rising anger and desperation with every strike.

It hurt, but not in the Not-Me way, it had earlier. Now, it was just too-much-information and I-can't-think-straight-like-this way. Which was much more confusing, but somehow more tolerable.

He was Sora. He was Roxas.

"Sora, Roxas." A voice said.

And Sora realized, he was sitting down, at the table, across from Namine. Who wore a white version of Kairi's dress. Which sort of reminded him of a Dusk.

She was smiling that sad, but comforting smile, that was far too knowing. As always.

"Namine!"

"Sora." Namine greeted. "It's nice to see you, again."

It felt so good, to be called his actually name, after a day of being seen as Roxas. Like someone seeing the real him, for the first time. Grounding, in a way.

"Who am I? Sora?" Sora asked, he didn't feel like himself. "Or Roxas?"

"Who am I?" Sora had asked her. "Roxas? Or Sora."

"You are still you, Sora." Namine smiled, sad and knowingly. "And now, your Roxas, too."

"This is the Sleeping Worlds?" Sora asked. "Right?"

Namine nodded. "You see, I'm not really here." She explained, placing a hand on her chest, in emphise. "I'm a Dream. And like everything in this world, based on Roxas' memories."

"I was in Darkness-" Sora disjointed started...

Darkness. Cold, dark and coiling dragging him under. Xehanort's smirk, as he weakly struggled.

… confused. "-Xemnas-"

"When you and Roxas merged, you weren't truly one person." Namine explained. "Roxas' may have given you his memories, and you may have felt his heart-but you weren't him."

"Roxas' is his own person." Sora muttered confidently.

"This world was created for a purpose, to bring you closer to Roxas."

"Created?" Sora asked. "Who created it?"

Namine shook her head. "I can't tell you."

"Why?" Sora asked, his anger rising. "Why?! What is going on?! I don't know who I am anymore- and its their fault!" Whoever it was' fault!

The anger wasn't a memory, but it wasn't like Sora. It was Roxas- angry at whoever was doing this, at the mindgames, that made him question his identity. Roxas' emotions, fierce... but this wasn't Roxas...

It was Sora's.

"I'm sorry."

That got his attention. "Don't be, its not your fault." Sora told her. "So...how do I get out of here?"

"That's the easy part." Namine said, with a smile, as she started to fade.

"Namine?!" Sora asked, standing up, in alarm.

"You reach the end of the Dream." Namine finished, unsurprised, as she disappeared, completely.

Sora ran to her seat.

"Your Sora." Namine's disembodied voice rang, throughout the room. "That will never change."

Namine.

There would be no more answers, here. Not then, and not now.

He had lost the one source of stability he'd found in this place.

She hadn't even been real, and he already missed her.

Stumbled, he tried using the table to steady himself. Just barely managing not to fall on the floor, when another wave of memories hit.

"This is goodbye." Namine said quickly. Hesitantly, and tired. Nervously fiddling with her hands, behind her back.

"Goodbye?" Sora questioned, with a smile. "No, not goodbye. When I wake up, I'll find you. And then, there will be no lies. We're gonna be friends for real. Promise me, Namine."

"I promise."

That wasn't the last time he said that, either.

"I got a message for you." He said.

He knew he wasn't the real Sora. Just data, given the form of Sora. Still, that didn't make him any less of a person. Any less real.

This Namine wasn't the real Namine either. But she was here, real, and looking right at him. With eyes that made his heart flutter, in ways he hadn't felt before. He remembered feeling this way about Kairi, yes, but that was just memories. He hadn't seen Kairi in person, not really. Not since the Keyblade, and anytime before that was just data. He'd seen Riku, yes, and all the other kids from the Island, but not Kairi. So in a sense, he'd never met her.

"Thank you." He said, with a smile.

"I'm sorry." Xion said, looking down at her ice cream with a frown.

"Don't be." Sora told her, with a comforting smile. "I'm choosing to help you, because we're friends."

Xion smiling, not quite happy, but real. "Thank you, Roxas."

Sora blinked, as he looked around the room, out of the memories. Still shievering, he walked over

opened the door, giving Namine's Room one last looking over.

"Namine." Sora whispered, voice breaking. "Thank you."

Library

"I can't just wander around forever." Sora said, stepping into the library, and looking along the book shelves. "There's gotta be a clue, somewhere."

He took out a book, and leafed through the pages, then placed it back on the shelf.

"Namine said to reach the end of a Dream." Sora repeated, as he looked around. "What could that be? Is it somewhere in this mansion?"

That was a good assumption, given the closed gate, that locked him in the mansion.

The gargoyle statues all faced down, as if looking at something in the floor.

"The end of a dream." Sora thought. "And if this place is Roxas' memories... where would the memories end?"

"Sora." Roxas said, sadly. "It looks like my vacation is...over."

"That one room, where me, Donald and Goofy were asleep." Sora answered himself, determinedly. "But... how do I get there?" He stared at the floor, inquisitorially.

He didn't remember there being a floor here. Not before.

Suddenly, the floor lit up with light, and disappeared. Revealing a computerized room underneath.

"Oh. That's right." Sora replied, the memory of Roxas drawling the picture. A similar scene, where the floor seemed to glow white, and open up.

Sora jumped off the ledge, onto the metal floor, and walked through the doorway.

Computer Room

Sora walked in, his footsteps echoing with Roxas' as he entered the room. Crossing a strange vent, that made his head ache, as he went to the computer.

It wasn't as sophisticated as the ones in Ansems lab, but it was very complicated compared to the other machines he'd seen. Multiple monitors surronded the keyboard. And he could barely make out his own outline on the right frame... the rest were such a mess combined with bright screens.

That was when his headache got worse.

"Augh." He clutched his head, as he slowly collapsed. Cringing in pain. "Auh...Ahh!"

He (Roxas) was fighting Riku.

Flash.

Riku was defeated, at his feet.

"Why?" Riku asked, and at first Roxas thought he was actually asking something personal and serious. "Why do you have the keyblade?!"

And it made him feel so terrible. Targeting his self worth- the reason why he left the organization to begin with- and HER.

"Shut up!" He didn't mean it. He was just angry.

He missed her (Who he couldn't name). He loved her (if he knew what love was). She was his best friend (Sister, he would have thought, if he had learned the word).

And every second, his memory of HER faded away unnaturally fast.

It was his-Riku's- fault! (Her choice.) She was decieved! (She knew what she was doing, possibly more than himself.) He hated the Imposter/Riku for this! (He could never blame her, not for this, not ever, but Riku was a different story.)

And some part of him (Sora) loved this stranger (brother and best friend) infrount of him. Thought this was just a spar, or another fight to burn off steam. Some part of him stated that it was complicated (because part of him remembered Riku as a sorta- betrayer. And Sora could forgive that, but Roxas sure couldn't. Not the way it was), but beating the guy until the world made sense again was a good option.

(All this would be so much simpler if he knew what these emotions were. If he could express them in a healthy way. But he didn't- so this fight, actually, the whole day- was so very, very confusing and frustrating, and he could hardly think straight. The knowledge might not have done much- grief/not-grief was also playing apart here, but it also could've made a difference.)

So he attacked the downed Riku again- He'd make Riku pay (just like he hurt her)!

Flash.

Then Riku was Ansem again. (Not that Roxas really knew who Ansem was at that point, but Sora's old enemy was faguely familiar.

Flash

Riku (as Ansem) and Diz had him on that vent/machine he'd passed earlier. Talking about how Roxas had to GO, and Riku wasn't objecting, which HURT, for reasons he didn't understand (because of he was his Best-Friend).

Everything faded.

And Sora woke up, on the floor. Shaking, with dry heaves.

That. That.

"Riku..." Sora muttered, sadly, slowly standing up. Trying not to shake too badly. Placing his hand over his heart, as if looking inside. "...how could you?"

Riku had destroyed Roxas.

"I... I thought." Sora began, thinking aloud to himself. "I don't know what I thought. But I believed... Riku would never do that."

But... Riku had done a lot of questionable things. Working with the Heartless. Kidnapping Pinocchio, the Princesses... During his second adventure, Sora had mistaken him several times as Organization 13.

"That's different." Sora tried to convince himself. "Even working for Malificent, Riku never hurt anyone."

Had there been close calls? Yes, that time Sora was poisoned came to mind. Helping villains in their evil deed? Yes. Never personally, though. Was Riku ever actually going to do something? Sora hadn't ever believed that, but...

"No. No. No. Riku could never do that!" Sora denied repeated. Like a mantra. Pacing the room.

Then he chaught sight of the machine.

The computer had always seemed creepy. Now it had a different meaning, something more sinister and malevolent.

Suddenly, the image was replaced by the wrecked version of the machine he'd seen in the real Twilight Town, then back to normal.

"I shouldn't..." Sora told himself, unconvincingly. "I'm not Roxas- not really- I'm SORA. And Sora doesn't destroy computers just because I'm angry-no matter what they do." And shouldn't that have tipped Riku and Diz off- that Roxas wasn't JUST a nobody. "What would Riku say, if you lost your temper like-" Sora's expressions darkened, as he thought about his bestfriend. "Riku did this! To Roxas and HER!" He ranted, summoning his keyblade, slashing into the monitors. And, less importantly, but so much more emotionally- "To ME!" Venting his anger, over and over again on the computers. "I TRUSTED you!"

Basement Hall

(The room where Roxas and Axel fought.)

Sora steped off of the stairs, into the Basement Halls.

"Stop right there, Riku." Sora demanded, aprouching the cloaked figure.

"So you remember, Roxas." Ansem stated, emotionless, as he steped out of the Dark Corridor.

Sora didn't even care about the name (and maybe it was more true now than he could admit)- he was to angry about more important matters. "How dare you!" Sora accused, lashing out at thin air, in fury. "You-" He couldn't even articulate everything he wanted to say- even to this version of Riku.

"What?" Ansem asked, somewhat amused-as if this was a JOKE.

"How could you think I wanted THIS?!"

That brought Riku down to square. "Roxas?"

"This isn't Roxas, anymore." Namine explained. And yes, it was alarming that he hadn't seen her before. That she spontaneously appeared, without warning in order to add to the conversation, but Sora honestly didn't care about at the moment.

"Sora?" Riku asked, in awe, walking over.

Sora hesitently nodded at his name. But as Riku got closer- "Get away from me!" Sora rejected, steping back. "You know what- I don't even CARE that you look like Ansem!" He'd never really cared about that- only what it meant for Riku. "I care that you THOUGHT I would want you to sacrofice someone for me!"

That's what hurt the most, after all. That Roxas (and her) were used to wake him. That someone else got hurt because of him- he never wanted that. Roxas deserved better, even though Sora couldn't quite tell the difference between them anymore. Had been, in a weird way, sacrificed to wake himself up. She deserved better. That RIKU- his best-friend, did that...

Riku, however, didn't seem to understand that. "Roxas- is a Nobody-"

"He's a person!" Sora yelled. "With his own thoughts and emotions- and everyone saying otherwise is listening to Diz or Xemnas! Why are you listening to a Word they say!"

"I...It was for you, Sora!"

"I don't care!" Sora said, summoning his keyblade and throwing himself at his old friend in attacking.

"Sora!" Namine exclaimed, preparing to say something.

"Not now, Namine." Sora told her. Causing Namine to disappear as quickly as she had appeared, no warning.

Memory-Riku didn't even defend himself, as Sora attacked.

Then, sudden, Riku was Axel.

"Burn! Baby, burn!" Axel yelled, throwing his chakrams. Fire filling the room.

"We're best-friends, right?" Sora asked. He sort of felt it was the truth, but he was still having trouble believing.

"Y-You remember?" Axel asked, surprised and trying to hide his excitement. (To another, he might have even succeeded, but some part of Roxas did remember) "But, yeah sure, I gotta make sure and all... Whats are Bosses name?"

Silence.

Axel slumped, disappointed, and almost depressed. "You really don't remember..."

"Remember me now?" Axel asked, vindictively, as he made another slash with his Chakrams.

"Sorry." Sora muttered, trying not to wince. He really, really, didn't need to be distracted right now. Even as he caught the slash with his keyblades. Then, spared a glance to realize that, instead of the Kingdom Key, he was dual-wielding Oath Keeper and Oblivion.

"Don't worry." Axel chided, his tone in direct odds with his words. "I'll make it all better."

"Your too late!" Axel growled, angerly. A barrier setting around the room, as Axel summoned his chakrams.

Axel dropping his chakrams, which dismissed themselves. Falling to the ground, in defeat.

It was... sad.

(He missed Axel, and Her. So badly. even if he didn't know it.)

Seeing Axel, so defeated, and broken, hurt.

"Let's meet again, in the next life." Axel said, sadly.

"Sure." Sora resolved, with a smile.

"Silly. Just 'cause you have a next life..." A Corridor appearing behind Axel, who then disappeared.

Basement Corridor- Pod Room

This was nothing like last time.

The normally white walls, were laic purple, and oozing Darkness. A sense of helplessness, and overwhelming despair filled the room. Resignation. Hope and fear. So many, many emotions, that couldn't

"At last, the Keyblade's chosen one." DIZ said, appearing in a swirl of ones and zeros.

"Who are you talking to? Me? Or Roxas?" Sora asked, angrily.

At the same time a siloette asked "Who are you talking to? Me? Or Sora?"

"To half of Sora, of course. You reside in darkness. What I need is someone who can move about the realm of light and destroy Organization XIII."

"I am a servant of the world." DIZ laughed "And if I'm a servant, then you should consider yourself a tool, at best."

"Was that... Was that supposed to be a joke?" Sora/Roxas asked, indignant. Oath Keeper and Oblivion forming in his hands, even before the thoughts solifies. " 'Cause I'm not laughing!"

They ran up to DiZ and striking through him. The Keyblade dissolving the (hologram?) in a wave of ones and zeros.

"My apologies. This is only a data-based projection." Diz mocked.

"Augh!" Sora screams in anger, and futilely striking DiZ repeatedly.

They paused, trying to regain their breath.

"I hate you so much..."

"You should share some of that hatred with Roxas. He's far too nice for his own good."

"No! My heart belongs to me!"

The capsule glows.

The mechanical petals open slowly and reveal...

"Roxas…"

"You're lucky." Roxas said, his voice echoing across the room. "Looks like my summer vacation is...over."

"Roxas..." Sora said, sadly.

Suddenly, darkness covered the pod. Roxas limbs turning black, as he opened a yellow eye. Quickly noting Sora, the Heartless jumped down to the floor, and summoned two black keyblades, waffling with darkness.

Sora got ready to fight.

He won.

The darkness faded, revealing a collapsed Roxas.

"Roxas!" Sora exclaimed, dismissing his keyblade, and running over. Checking the unconscious Nobody for any sign of injury. "You should be alright now. I...I know yoou can't hear me, but... I'm sorry. For Riku, for everything."

"It wasn't your fault, Sora." Roxas' voice sounded, around the room.

And it sounded different. No longer so depressed or hurt, but... forgiving. Healing.

Roxas glowed, a beam of light leaving the body. To hit the empty air, where a keyhole formed.

Sora summoned his keyblade.

The sound of a lock closing.

Everything faded to Light.

Unknown

Heh. So this is Light's Keyblade. So pitiful, so WEAK. The strange voice stated, disdainfully. Look at Lights Keyblade, and see it WEEP. The slightest pressure, and he collapses...

Be patient. This is only the first trial, and the Hero has risen to the occasion, before.

Yes, in the Light. With all it's splendor, and fate. Take that away, and what is he?

A hero.

How can he hope to withstand the Darkness? To take his own fate, and do as He sees fit. For better, or for worse.

Well, listening to us is hardly avoiding fate.

No, but it is a start.

What is fate, if not us? Dear, Sister?

Preview

Tsuna had an elbow on the desk, looking at the papers, with a sad smile.

"Can't believe I actually miss the paperwork." Tsuna muttered, as he looked between the two huge stacks of office work. Rubbing the orange-Unverse symbol, on the back of his palm, with remembrance.

"Gao?" A tiny voice meowed, jumping on the table, and spilling the papers all over the floor.

A sort of warped impression of a miniature lion. Small and cute, with cartoonish disportions. With half an Unverse symbol, the other half a Spirit symbol, stuck together in obvious mish-mash, on his back.

"It's nothing, Natsu." Tsuna replied, without pause about the mess. His hand passing harmlessly through the fire of the feline's mane.

"Gao." Natsu whined.

Tsuna stood up, picking up Natsu, as he walked over to the window. Where bullets punched into the glass, only to be redirected back at the shooter (it was specially made by Vongola, after all).

Outside, the streets of Italy looked terrible. Buildings crumbling, and on fire. Roads sinking into polluted waters of the channels. Heartless, Nobodies, and Nightmares flooded the roads, adding to the violent array of criminals, lost to reason, amid their worst fear, pain, anger, or some combination thereof.

Suddenly, the sun was replaced by the moon-no sunset or any inbetween, and it was night. Again... Well. It wasn't like Tsuna ever used the sky, anymore.

"I...I feel so alone." Tsuna confided, trying his best not to feel. "Your the only one I can trust, anymore, Natsu."

"Gao!" Natsu responded, loud but tiredly.

"I do like you, Natsu." Tsuna soothed, interpreting the noise. "Your the only one I can talk to. Truely." Tsuna explained, his voice cracking, sounding so pained. "...And...I miss them, Natsu."

"Gao." Natsu sounded, sadly.

"I...I wish I could help them." Tsuna said, not hearing him. "Help everyone. Our Friends. The World."

Natsu gave him a big lick, on the face. "Gao! Gao!"

Tsuna laughed, trying and failing to smile, as he hugged the feline. "Thanks, Natsu.

OOO

Notes: Because I REALLY want to see Sora confront Riku about Roxas/Xion...Can you tell?

Next Worlds

Neo Italy (from KHR)

Isle of the Lost (Descendants)

La Paris (-Los Clotches)

Radiant Guarden

Moors (from Malificent movie)

Thanks everyone, for the reviews! It's appreciated.

To answer some of your questions. Yes, American McGee's Alice is on the table. I haven't quite sorted everything out, but it is a thought. Power Rangers Ninja is not an option, because I'm not familiar with the series.