Unknown Friend

Author:Lakura

Point of View:Lakura

Chapter: Searching for the Light.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Memories..

*Hate. The place was carved with it. My body was weak, and I was suffering from the blood loss. I had a huge concussion on my head and the blood stained my hair. I only tasted blood. That was all. I only felt pain and sorrow.. I was giving in. Ansem every day was just barely failing. He in fact had just left me. My breathing was weak, My head hung low and my eyes were closed, as I silently ,painfully took each breath. Grey eyes searched only to see Ansem looking through a black book. My vision was blurred and I quickly looked down again. I remembered all my allies. My friends. I opened my eyes just a bit, and cried. I cried out my soul. It was tainted and weak, but I still cried. My tears were starting to turn red. Blood. I started to realize I was dying, without any light. The now garnet puddle started to glow. Ansem glanced back only to do a double take. The puddle was forming a light forcefield around me."Impossible! No! It cant be!"He faded. The darkness took the rest, me still in the forcefield. I took little notice of any of this, and kept crying. I was failing everybody. My friends, all those people I swore to protect, my destiny..Heck, I was even failing myself. I smiled and stopped crying despite the pain. But how could I fail myself? I looked slowly around. Blood was everywhere. I was on my knees looking at my hands. I looked up and smiled again. I had saw my hands fading into light. Light pierced me and my pupils went microscopic. I now had a thin hole bursting with light through my heart . I soon had several more in various places. The rest of me faded into the light. But a strange thing happened. I was coming back, and the light, with the help of the dark was rebuilding me. I lied on my side on the floor of the forcefield. I didn't deserve that 2nd chance. And I would live the rest of my life regretting ever taking it.* I had died and the light and darkness combined rebuilt me, recreated me , saved me.

Riku's POV

Ah! The black band, still on my hand shot a narrow strip of light into Lakura's heart, and the orb vanished completely out of sight. Peculiar, that band. She slowly sat drowsily up then became overwhelmed by the dizziness and fainted. She was wore. I gently picked her up and repositioned her, seeing as her position was quite uncomfortable. I knew eventually she would come around. She was still extremely pale but color started to come back, and even though she was still cold, she had a strong fever. I took a cool cloth, and after carefully removing strands of periwinkle placed it on her forehead. She let out a short moan and gently murmured,"...Riku?..."I took the band off of my hand and replaced it in her neck. It looked perfect there, and I belonged here.

End Riku POV

I didn't dream anything but could still place thought. My band, my power band was back on. It held all of my fiercest emotions. Emerald, stood for envy, sapphire for my deepest sorrow, ruby, anger, amethyst, is contentedness or passion, and the diamond gleamed when I was afraid of losing another emotion or was just afraid.

I woke up and slowly sat up to a dimly lit room. I had a cool piece of cloth hanging on my forehead. I had on a tight fitting black tank and loose black pajama pants. I must have been dressed that way because it wasn't what I remembered wearing. I had a length of covers on top of me and a bedside table sported a bowl of cold water, and the other a lamp. I looked in a mirror above the dresser on the other end. I was still pale and the black didn't help.

Slowly the door creaked open and silver appeared. He walked over quickly and pulled me up. He kissed me on the cheek and pulled me into a tight but gentle embrace. I felt safe pressed against navy blue T-shirt, occupied with blue flannel pants. I blushed when he pulled away. He put a blanket over my shoulders and led me down a hallway into a back kitchen, and boiled some water, slowly adding powerful herbs and tea bags.

I faced the opposite direction. Slowly I stuck out my left arm, my sword appearing. It was still just as sharp and sleek, and I swung it around but sighed and let it disappear again."Lakura?" "Hm?" "Anything on your mind?" "Yes but it is of no importance.""Oh?""Yes." Many things and emotions raced through my mind. A lot really. I was quite troubled with them. He pulled away only to get the now boiling tea. He was soon handing me a deep red mug full of strongly scented brew. I blew the steam, it going away shortly, but only coming back, and took a good swig. I needed answers. And there was only 1 place to get them, no matter how much I didn't wish to return there.

Hastily I got up and walked to the apartment door and threw the blanket down on a nearby chair and grabbed a black coat, that was like a trench coat. Black flip flops also accompanied my attire , completely black. I walked out into the brisk night air heading for the 3rd district door. I headed for the house addressed 020 and pulled an old fashioned brass key from my pocket. I shoved it into the lock and turned the knob. I took it out and entered , closing the door behind me. I took small slow steps and took it all in.. It was dusty and faded this house. A mahogany staircase was to the far left and a lot of woodwork surrounded it. 2 doors were straight ahead one with an earthy smell coming from it. To the far right there was a large open area, a library. It must have around 5,000 books.

I took the staircase, and came to an oval of oak wood floor came to 3 doors. One had intricate marks, one was uneven and splintery , the other , worn and grey slightly scratched up. I took that one and the door cringed as I opened it. It had a bare floor and to the farthest left there was a stained glass window with deep purples and blues, and dark burgundy . In the corner a small bed was squeezed in. A small bookshelf was to the right and a closet also on the same wall. I stepped in and a large collection of stones and gems popped out, the other walls lined with clothes and weapons, out of 3 walls .I picked up a dagger, and found it still to be dangerously sharp and showing no signs of ware. I replaced it remembering the spell to protect it. I stepped out of the closet and walked to the bookshelf, titles like "Advanced Magic", "Gummi Parts", Herb Dictionary",and"Despising Creatures", popping out at me. I picked out a titles book and leafed through it, it, looking at my log, and looking with great interest at sketches and clippings. I took to a different room, after putting it back. And entered the ones with the carvings.

A black light lit the room, and a cauldron sat in the middle. One lone bookshelf, and browned plants lined a couple walls. The others held potion ingredients and already made potions. I grabbed a red liquid and stuffed it into my pocket. An elixer. I exited the room, it being no use to me. I walked down the steps and focused solely on my purpose. I walked into the library the vast expanse of books surrounding me. I walked to a desk, centered in the middle, and examined it. An old fashioned inkwell and feather quills were there, as well as letters my father had written to us when he was away , when I was small. I opened drawers finding more letters and reports, stopping t one filled with scrolls. Ansem's Reports. How did we get these? It was of no matter and forced myself again to think of my purpose.

I , without rushing , searched shelves for books relating to my questions. After awhile I had a small pile of about 7 books . "The titles were such as "Light Myths"and "Guidance in Related elements to light". I opened one Halfway and found some info I wanted straight away. Aloud I read,"Light has peculiar properties, especially to the pure at heart. But a heart that is tainted will not be affected. Light has been known to connect 2 people, but even stranger is its rumors of recreating souls. It will recreate a soul that has been tortured, to the point it cannot live on, and with the help of darkness, rebuild the person, said to recreate them completely, except memory and personality, and purpose. It gives them a 2nd chance , but is said only to do so when the subject has an important role to play with the light. The light will only do so to those with that future. Though this is not confirmed."

All the other books read mainly the same thing. I was cold but unexplainably warm. What could I possibly have to do with the light? I had pondered this for years. An Atlas lay nearby, of worlds and my dad's scribbles covered it. I had found what I was looking for but it did not answer my questions. I guess I would find out. I quickly stepped out the house door and locked it behind me, not that anyone would enter it. My house.



Author's Notes: Yeah, I know. It took me almost 2 weeks to get this up. So sue me.(Not really!)Anyway if you think it sounds weird it is 1 you, 2 me, or 3 it was the music I listened to while writing it.Curse you music!(Again, not really!)

Well new chapter up in between 1-3 weeks. Dunno.Thanks for sticking with the story, and please review!!!Bye!