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Author's Note: Yay! Another short chapter! I'm still having that lil bit of writer's block so please continue bear with me people! I hope to keep them coming ASAP though. Por favor, just keep with me faithful readers and reviewers! I want to thank everyone who has reviewed and hasn't reviewed! Well, I hope you like this chapter too!
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Thoughts of Zephyr
Everything had been going in circles for her, lately. Selphie pushed aside a strand of her brown hair so that she could see in front of her. All around her there was mist, purple clouds and blue skies. Hollow Bastion was beautiful, as Kairi had said, but she missed Destiny Island desperately; it was home. She steadied herself at the cliff where the electrical platform met the entrance to the castle high above the blue water beneath her. She never actually wondered about the castle itself, but she did become curious, as she watched the sea below her feet; it was chilly. Finding that she was rather cold herself, Selphie chose to walk towards the library where everything seemed to usually happen; though she hardly paid any attention-recently. Once she'd wandered into the spacious room filled with pages, enriched with knowledge of centuries past and present, she walked a little ways towards the staircase. It was there that she spotted Tidus sitting upon the tabletop, flipping through the pages of a large, dusty, flaking paged book. Selphie stared at him for a moment, wondering if Tidus had heard her enter and perhaps acknowledge her presence; but, Tidus being who he was, did not even turn around-as she'd figured.
Annoyed that her action had caused no reaction in him, Selphie quickly slammed the door behind her, sure that it would get his attention. Still, she'd realized no reaction. Selphie released a low growl, stalking her way toward where he was sitting, still flipping through what appeared to be endless pages of paper. Stopping briefly before his back, she raised her hand high above his head-then brought it down. "Well, when were you going to notice me? I've been in here for almost five minutes!" She said fiercely when he let out a howl. "What did you expect? Did you want me to stand here and wait?"
Tidus rubbed his sore head. "You could have warned me!"
"Didn't you hear me slam the door?" Selphie asked, eyes sparkling with anger as she placed her hands on her hips. "I did slam it pretty loudly!" Tidus shook his aching head. "You stupid knucklehead!"
He looked offended. "Well, excuse me princess!"
"I wish." Selphie mumbled as she fell to the floor in a heap of sighs. "Then, perhaps, I wouldn't be so insignificant."
"You're not, you know," Tidus replied. "You're important."
"Am I?" Selphie groaned miserably as she twiddled her fingers in her lap. "I'm beginning to feel that way. Kairi doesn't even know I exist anymore! Sora and Riku never PARTICULARLY liked me and YOU think I'm annoying."
"No I don't. You're a bit strange, lately, I admit, but you're not so bad." Tidus countered as he sat down next to her.
"Gee, thanks," Selphie muttered sarcastically while cracking her stiff knuckles. "What do you want-a hug for your generosity?"
Tidus frowned at her; his face contorted in disturbance. "Is that what you think? He placed a hand on her shoulder, cradling her skin gently. "You're a great friend Selphie. Now is just a rough time for everyone, especially Kairi and Riku."
"Are you saying I'm self-centered?" Selphie questioned.
Tidus shook his head vigorously. "No, not at all, I think you're very caring and considerate."
Selphie blushed, "Thanks." All was quiet for a few minutes before Selphie decided to break the silence. "Tidus, there is something that I should say." He looked at her; Selphie inhaled. "I want to...apologize for how I acted at the hotel; I wasn't thinking straight. It was my fault and yes, I have been acting strange."
Tidus felt his cheeks heat, but turned away shyly. Selphie was still sulking when he turned back towards her, unsure of his next actions; he slipped his arms around her. "I forgive you Selphie." He whispered soothingly in her ear as she began to sob. "What's the matter?"
"Will we ever be together again?" She managed through choked sobs. "Will it ever go back to the way it was? I wish it would! I wish it would!" She clutched his shoulders tightly within her grasp, crying through her closed eyelids.
Tidus stroked her hair. "We will Selphie, we will."
"Thank you." She whispered against his now dampened shirt before she fell into a peaceful sleep.
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I wake from my deep slumber, momentarily blinded by the bright rays of golden sunlight flowing through the windows of my room. I look to see him sleeping, still in the same position as the past two months. I sigh. 'To think you were by me last night. At least I can see you when I sleep. ' I think it nice that they put him in my room, but find it harder to bear when I try to rest. I also find it incredibly eerie that there haven't been heartless, though I could've sworn I'd seen a few. 'Where did that come from? ' I stretch my limbs, scratching my head as I tumble out of bed and onto a heap of misplaced clothing. It seems strange that my encounters with Sora have increased, but with all the recent chaos, I could careless. I ready myself for the day, rather slowly at that, and head to the out area of Hollow Bastion where I am doomed to repair the kitchen because of my lapse of judgment in a little bet from the previous day. I grumble incoherently to myself as I pick up a brick and a bucket of concrete. 'Why does it have to be done the old fashioned way?' I stir the thick cement. 'I wish I'd learned THAT kind of magic!' I am placing the brick on the wet cement when I hear someone screaming. I look up in time to see Yuffie and Leon running up the pathway, weapons drawn. Puzzlement washes over me.
"What's going on?" I yell to them.
They don't hear, but there isn't a need for explanation as three creatures, about the size of Yuffie, bolt after them. Their skin is dark, like charcoal, and they're carrying what appear to be spears of some odd sort. Antennas protrude at awkward angles atop their heads; that is all I can see from here. 'Strange.'
"RUN," Yuffie cries as she and Leon bound up the staircase. I am about to ask more but an arm around my waist, yanking me backward, silences me. I catch a glimpse of Leon before I close my eyes, willing the heartless t disappear; they won't.
Once we are in the shelter of the library, I lean against the bookshelf closest to me, breathing heavily. Yuffie is panting next to me and Leon is resting against the door. I look to my left and see Selphie sleeping on the table, head on Tidus's leg as he stares at us. He looks slightly surprised at our intrusion, but gives us a questioning look. "Is something wrong with you all?"
"Heartless," Yuffie says in one breath before she returns to heaving.
I see Tidus restrain himself from jumping up and disturbing Selphie's slumber. "Where did they come from? And why did they come now, of all times? Why when things are so peaceful?"
"They been here a while." Leon says.
"What?" I whip around to face him. "Please do explain this to me." I rub my throbbing temples as I feel irritation well up inside my body at Leon's slip of carelessness. "Or when were you planning to?"
"Yes, when were you planning to?" Riku's eyes are ablaze with anger as he enters the room, keyblade slung over his shoulder.
Leon sighs as he takes a seat on the chair next to Tidus; Yuffie holds his shoulder to keep her upright. "They've been around for a couple months now...but in small numbers, numbers small enough for two or three people to deal with." Leon shifts his weight. "We've been hiding them in the waterway; Cloud and I were, anyway. They aren't like the typical heartless, as I'm sure you've just seen Kairi." I nod. "They decay like humans' do-though a bit slower-and they have bones now with real live flesh. They're smarter too. More so, they are more like animals now; they bite their prey, feed upon it like wild animals. They're also much harder to kill and require special magic to get rid of them quickly. They require the magic of the purest hearts, magicians, sorcerers and any other mystical being of good persuasion, for their temporary demolition." Leon finishes hastily. "But to rid them completely from here, we need the Keyblades. And as of right now," He points to Riku and Oblivion. "We only have one keyblade master and one keyblade; but it useless without the other in most cases, like our case."
"So, until Sora wakes up, you're saying there is nothing we can do it help solve the problem?" Tidus asks as he continually smoothes Selphie's chestnut hair.
"We have to explore until we find Nebula, the heart of where the heartless are coming from and where they are being controlled. " Yuffie answers as she straightens her frayed headband. "We need Sora's power to defeat Ansem and Sephiroth, if he is still part of that partnership. But most of all, we need to save Cyra."
I glance at Riku and see his eyes glaze over before he quietly excuses himself, muttering something about returning to his chambers. I watch him go, sadness entering my eyes at his predicament. 'We're both so alone. I feel your pain Riku.' I frown to myself as the door slams behind him; the noise echoing throughout the library-Selphie awakens. She sits up abruptly, hair bouncing as she glances around. "Good afternoon Selphie, I'm glad to see you're awake."
"Did something happen?" Selphie yawns, stretching her arms high above her head before falling back into Tidus's arms. "Guess I'm still a bit tired. Sorry Tidus." He shakes his head.
Leon stirs again, resuming a standing position as he walks towards the castle entrance. "Let's go. We have to start exploring."
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We've been drifting for quite some time now, though I'm not sure where we are. All I know is that there has been no sign of Nebula or any sign that Sora will awaken anytime soon. Also, Neither Cloud nor Aerith has been in sight. I haven't seen Leon or Yuffie either, but I suppose they're off arguing somewhere. Plus, there hasn't been an hour without the heartless' ships attacking us, though we are powerless to do anything of real significance. Cid is operating the ship, which leaves the rest of us to lollygag around with nothing spectacular to entertain ourselves. I notice that our drifting for over a week now has heightened Yuffie's arguments with Leon, which I will only chuckle at because they are so in denial of each other. I only chuckle more at that thought, thinking of how it would feel to be in Sora's arms again, not arguing as they do. I sigh wistfully, flicking my gaze to where Riku is lying on the bed where I am currently sitting, arms crossed over his chest like an Egyptian mummy. I laugh as I smooth his hair, trying to drive his nightmares away; though I know my sister could do a better job than I could. He groans painfully in his sleep, turning over in discomfort as I rub his shoulders. I whisper something to him; he quiets. 'Soon Riku, soon.'
Once he has fallen asleep, I lie my head down upon my arm, which is resting on the bedpost next to Riku's feet. I feel slightly drowsy but can't seem to sleep as he does or as anyone else on the ship does. I chance a quick look to the left; my gaze meets Yuffie, who is presently leaning over the railing of the engine dock. She appears depressed, too sullen for her cheerful personality. Sometimes I think she faked a lot of what I'd seen in Traverse town, that cheerful personality. I don't know anymore, for she is 20 years old now, and she seems to have matured. I see her glance to the side for a moment before returning to her gazing over the railing, arms swaying back in forth in boredom. I try to see what she'd glanced at-Leon. He walks up, hands stuffed in his pockets; he plops against the railing too. She appears miffed for a few moments, but pushes it aside as she continues to stare at nothingness over the rail. I want to laugh, but something in my throat is too dry to permit me the luxury. I restrain myself nonetheless and stand to join them, but at Yuffie's pointed stare, I think better of it and head to my bunker with thoughts of various issues on my mind, weighing my brain down in a most distasteful way; I groan when I see Donald and Goofy hanging over the side of their respective beds, Goofy snoring loudly.
Sora lies beneath Donald's bunk, still in his comatose state, but with a small smile on his face, as though he is dreaming pleasant dreams. I refuse to look at him any longer, turning my head away as I lie down underneath Riku's bunk, stretching to my full length against the soft material of satin sheets beneath me. I think it odd that Cid has satin sheets on all the bunks, but remember that he mentioned it was Yuffie's idea years before, something he'd learned to accept but wasn't thrilled to do. I am about to elaborate, ponder on a deeper level about my problems when Cid runs through with Yuffie and Leon, all of them shouting. I catch the word "heartless" but ignore it until I see Riku run past as well. I get up to investigate, but Riku yells for me to stay in bed and I am all but unwilling to do so. I fall back into the room and am encompassed by darkness as the door to the pilot hatch and gun pits of the ship are closed. I head shots fired, then cursing from all the members within the area, then silence. I retreat back to my bunker as I hear Yuffie and Leon pass by the closed door, shutting my curtain partially as I turn my back to the door.
Aside me, I hear the shuffling of feet-it's Riku. He plops onto his mattress, falling asleep instantly with the comfortable covers, pillow, and darkness that surrounds his bunk from his now closed curtain. I want to close mine too. All the way this time, to demolish the picture of Sora across from me, but when I reach to, I pause as if I can't command my hand to do as I wish. As I lay my head to the squishy pillow, my thoughts begin to wander to the missing persons from our group; but all thoughts eventually lead me to sleep.
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Cyra shivered in the cold darkness of her room. She watched, sadly, from her window atop the castle's highest tower, as millions of heartless patrolled the city gates. She hugged her robe to her, the silk material providing little warmth to her chilled skin. She instinctively jumped at the knock on her door, though soft, and bade entrance. She did not look at the intruder, but she need not to as he presented himself quickly, addressing her in a fashion she was all too accustomed to in pervious years. "What do you want?"
"A simple hello would be nice, my dear," He replied as he came to stand beside her. She made no sign of movement as he enveloped her in a fond embrace. "Dear, why must you be so upset with me? I am only doing what I think will bring your happiness about here."
"You took it away, and you know you did," Cyra answered scathingly. She kept stiffly in his arms, not wanting to show him that he had power over her. "Please, just go. I wish to be alone."
He shook his head. "We have much to discuss darling daughter of mine."
"I am not and will never be your daughter Ansem." Cyra spat as she continued to gaze at the heartless tearing apart the fellow kind that had fallen to the reaper. Ansem sighed as she pushed away from him to sit upon her window seal, again; her eyes closed in concentration. She glanced at him briefly, ruby orbs burning with anger. "Did I not tell you to leave? I wish to be left alone!"
He nodded. "I will return, and by then, I should think you'd have that temper of yours under control."
Cyra shot him a spiteful look as she turned back to the window, darkness enshrouding her when he shut the door. Once she was sure he was out of earshot, she collapsed onto the window seal, head in her hands as she wept. 'What is happening to me? This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! I am supposed to rule, supposed to capture the keyblade masters...supposed to destroy the purest heart and rule the Nodia...but I do not wish for it,' Cyra sobbed into her silk garment, soaking it with tears as she threw her emotions into her head, allowing them release. 'I cannot do his bidding...it has been a lie, hasn't it?' She gazed up at the ceiling, feeling a sharp piercing to her heart as a voice shouted in her head. 'Cyra,' her mind cried as she felt her other half weaken, her presence almost fading from her own heart. 'Cyra is in danger!' She stood, though rather feebly and ran to her master's chambers. She burst through, panting heavily as she caught her breath. "I must go to Hollow Bastion! She is in danger! Ansem, please let me go this once!"
Ansem shot up from his chair, taking her into his arms. "Cyra, what has happened? What is the matter?"
"They're killing her;" Cyra managed as she coughed up blood. "Ansem...father, please save her for me! Save little Cyra...I can't sustain...life...without her...please..." Cyra gave one last labored breath before collapsing into Ansem's arms, eyes fluttering closed as she went unconscious. Ansem laid her on his bed; there was no need to explain for he knew where he was going.
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"You're still one person, aren't you?" Aerith dragged the brush through her mahogany-shaded hair. She ignored the fact that Sephiroth was lying across her bed in a questionable position with only his pants and gloves still remaining. He shrugged as Aerith continued to brush her hair, rolling her emerald eyes as she gazed into the mirror before her. She could see his every move from her viewpoint of the mirror, but she did not pay him much attention except talking. "Well, if you're still one person, then...I don't understand...why are you here?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, ancient," Sephiroth mused aloud.
"Perhaps you're right, but I know I'd like to try," Aerith answered. She gave him a small smile, not sure what he was about to reveal. She waited patiently as he resumed a sitting position before her; cross-legged with his head propped against the headboard of her bed. He opened his mouth for a brief moment, then, closed it, slowly: he made no further movement. Aerith stared, patiently awaiting his response. "Well?"
"I cannot tell you, not now," Sephiroth looked away. He mumbled under his breath, which caused Aerith's curiosity to stir. Gingerly, she stood up and walked silently over until she was standing next to him. He looked up, startled, as the smallest glint of alarm ran through his eyes. "Why are you so interested?"
Aerith tilted her head sideways, chestnut hair falling with it. "I suppose...oh, I don't know...because you've changed?" She reached her hand out towards his face; he recoiled as if struck. "I...was deathly sure...you'd have murdered me...at least by now."
"Well, perhaps I've more important thing to ponder rather than your death." Sephiroth scowled into the sheets' silky ivory surface.
"Well, if you haven't thought about that, what HAVE you been thinking about," She asked, eyes serious as she stared at him. "I can't believe it'd be nothing, especially with the way you've been acting, and the way you've been dominating my room, lately."
"Do you fancy him, or more than that?" He threw her a questioning look as he replaced his gloves on his bare hands. "After all, you went through so much, so many toils to see each other, well, I myself cannot believe it'd be a mere SIMPLE attraction between you two...at least more than a crush."
She gritted her teeth at him, angry that he invaded her personal life, particularly her romantic affairs. "Leave him out of this," She snapped. "What does he have to do with-
"Us," He ventured, alabaster eyes closed in brooding contemplation. "You tell me, ancient," He chuckled. "You've committed the sin here."
"As have you, an active participant," She spat. Before she knew it, she'd begun pacing the marble floors of her dormitory. She wrung her ivory handkerchief in her hands till her fingers bled, which caused the one-winged angel to raise his eyebrows in amusement, then, chuckle. She shot him a death glare as she marched to her vanity, slamming her hand on it. "Stop it!"
"You're so...violent, recently. Is it Strife?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Bite me," She replied venomously. "You're so strange, so horrid, so-
"Delightful?" Sephiroth yawned as she fell back onto her sheets.
" I was going to say wretched, but I guess I'll just let you flatter yourself as you always do." She huffed as she plopped onto the bed beside him, annoyed that he wouldn't move. "I know you're aware this is my bed, and I'd like you to leave, please."
He acted as though he'd heard nothing. "What was that?"
"You heard me," She snapped. "But if you're not, since I know I can't make you, then just stay over there." She pointed to the far end, away from her. "Just let me get a decent night's sleep, for once. I haven't had even half a night's sleep since you've been stalking my poor room!"
"As you wish it, but I should warn you-
"Can it!" Aerith shouted as she shoved herself into the covers, smothering her own head with her pillow. She continued to ignore the fact that he had not moved. "Goodnight!"
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Ansem looked around, angered that his minions were attacking him. He let out a frustrated sigh as he blasted yet another heartless away from him as he continued towards the Grand Hall. He was a mere three feet away when a bloodcurdling scream filled the air, a scream that chilled even Ansem's skin, giving him goose bumps. He ran towards the hall doors, throwing them open with extreme haste, only for his eyes to meet a horrible sight. In the middle of the fuchsia colored carpet lay a figure drenched in blood with heartless surrounding it. It appeared to be a girl of small height, about 11 or 12, with raven black hair and olive skin. He knew immediately that it was Cyra but he believed all hope lost, for she did not move from her puddle of life. The heartless, too, seemed to be awaiting something. Was she not dead? Then, suddenly, her hand sprung up and she released another shriek as she writhed beneath the multiple heartless that piled atop her the instant she awakened. Ansem sprung into action and began tearing the heartless off her small form. But it seemed the more he commanded them to cease their actions the more they attacked. Ansem figured that he needed to leave, but when he tried to take her as well, her body released an electric shockwave that knocked the heartless off their feet. Ansem sighed heavily as he recollected his thoughts; the curse he'd erected.
He suddenly felt rather idiotic for not remembering sooner, especially since it was his daughter, step daughter, in danger; but Ansem didn't have time to muse as he snatched her from the ravaging creatures. They burst through the door, Ansem with a limp Cyra in her arms, and made a frantic dash for the Great Crest. Once there, Ansem rushed through the electrical ports to the library where he was positive safety awaited them. He slammed through, startling the woman browsing the numerous bookshelves in the warm room. Ansem cursed as she ran up to him, sienna brown hair fluttering behind her. "Ansem!"
"Belle," He replied with difficulty as Cyra began to slip from his grasp, her blood forming a puddle at his feet. "Would you mind helping me princess?"
She obliged quickly as she cleared off the nearest table. "Ansem, what are you doing here?" Belle looked skeptical as he placed the bloodied Cyra upon the cherry wood table. "You're not here to-
"Kill you," he said. "No," Ansem chuckled, "but I need you to heal her before any further discussion can ensue." Belle nodded fervently as she cast curaga on little Cyra who automatically jolted at her restoration. She coughed violently, breathing air harshly into her deprived lungs before collapsing unconscious onto the table. "That went well," Ansem sighed.
Belle suddenly backed away, uncertainty written across her ivory colored skin, as she bit her lip with anticipation. "So...Ansem, why are you here? Have you and Sephiroth come for me?"
"That plan has fallen to the spikes princess." Ansem gave an anguished sigh. "I'm afraid I no longer have control of them, sadly."
"Them?" Belle looked positively bewildered. "Them who?"
"Humor me Belle," Ansem replied in annoyance. She raised her hand to her lips in horror as she mouthed their name. "Yes...them."
"But now...they can't be stopped!" She appeared distraught.
"Not that we know of now, anyway," He grumbled as he clothed Cyra with his cloak. "I must find Sephiroth. Will you watch her while I am away?"
"Yes," Belle agreed. "Good luck."
Ansem paused. "I never thought I'd say this," He mumbled with a smirk, "But thank you princess."
"You're welcome," She grinned amiably.
After Ansem departed, Belle took the young girl in her arms, soothing her as she attempted to wake her from her slumber. She began whispering in her ear but a door slammed stopped her in the middle of her speech to the youth. She turned her head to meet Beast, now in his prince form, as he strolled up to her. He halted midway, stunned to see the girl in his wife's arms. "Belle, what has happened to her?"
"I thought she'd be safe...but no one is any longer. We must leave Hollow Bastion." Belle wrapped her cloak around her shoulders as she opened a secret enclave behind a particular bookshelf. She managed to carry Cyra in, placing her in a safe spot. "We must leave...but she cannot." She gave one last withering look at the young girl, resting in an almost eternal sleep from her spell. "We must help the Princess. Let us leave."
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Selphie sighed as she gazed out the large opalescent window of the dining area. The Gummi ship was floating listlessly without any sign of heartless vessels, but she found that she didn't care much for them anyway. She was never included in the battle, her nor Tidus. To her side Tidus was mumbling incoherently about nonsense; she didn't bother to soothe him as he tossed and turned on his bunk. By that time, she was beyond caring about his nightmares, yet she herself did not know when she'd become so apathetic towards her love interest. Normally, under most circumstances, she would do anything for him, anything that she thought he'd fancy; but now, with all the chaos embracing them, she could only ponder. Selphie scowled at the scene below the balcony from her viewpoint: Riku and Kairi had awakened and were presently locked in a friendly embrace, consoling one another from their losses. She had to admit she was jealous, but not because they had each other, but because when everything was over, they both had someone to return to, all of them, save Cid. But her, who was she to return to? Who was going to welcome her home with open arms? 'No one in their right mind would welcome me...not even Wakka.' She shrugged. 'Come to think of it, I don't think Wakka will be coming back at all,' she thought as she recalled his refusal to journey with them. She brushed the thought away quickly despite the fact that she wanted to dwell on it. Tidus snored.
Selphie gave and indignant glare his way as she pushed him away, bitterness creeping into her skin at his angelic expression. She refused to acknowledge her more-than-crush on him, but every time she willed herself to get closer, she ended up feeling distant. She pushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, hoping she could meet with sleep sooner or later. But she was proved wrong as she laid down next to Tidus, his arms instantly slinging over her midsection. Selphie produced a small squeak before she grumbled and settled down to sleep beside him, angry with herself for allowing such a predicament to happen, particularly under her own power. She was more than disgusted with her thoughts as she rolled away from him, curling into a ball beneath the silk sheets. She threw the curtain one last loathing stare before digging her head underneath her pillow. 'Goodnight.'
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Ansem burst through the door into his bedroom where Cyra lay, still unconscious, blood spilling from her mouth. Gingerly and, with much precaution, he lifted her off and into his arms, cradling her as he had the first time he'd held her in his arms. "It's going to be all right dear." He soothed into her ea, though he was sure she couldn't even hear him in her current state. He wiped the caked blood from her pale lips and set her to bed before heading back to his chambers for some well deserved thinking. He'd been sitting at his desk no longer than two minutes when Sephiroth burst through the doors. He didn't even flinch at the racket. "Hello Sephiroth, how do you fare?" He asked his old apprentice.
"They're out of control!" Sephiroth bellowed as he marched towards the other silver haired man. "Ask her, she herself doesn't even know why!"
Ansem acknowledged the fact that there was another person in the room but he didn't care to look, for her knew. "Hello Aerith, how are you, too? I trust that the keyblade master's secret is safe?"
Aerith nodded. "Ansem, you have lost control haven't you? The heartless no longer heed your call do they?"
"No," Ansem sighed as he finally turned towards the two people standing before him. "I'm afraid that they are out of my hands now. I suppose they are out of Cyra's as well, for her power it still dormant and I do not know how to release it. And I cannot ask Cyra right now, Sephiroth, she is much to weak."
"Why so suddenly?" He asked. Ansem ignored his request.
"Is there another, someone else who might be able to control the heartless?" Aerith asked.
"I do not know as of now, but I'm sure that there is." Sephiroth interjected before Ansem could speak.
Ansem stood slowly from his chair, walking towards his window where the heartless began ravaging the castle gates to invade. They tore at the walls with their claws, ripping the metal to shreds layer by layer. He observed that there were only four more layers of the wall left, but they were being demolished fast. He let out one more sigh before turning to his partner and the lady. "We must leave here, now. Nebula is no longer safe, and we no longer have a place in the darkness for it has gone beyond that of which any of us can control. They are coming. We must be prepared."
^TBC...
(Ok, so that's it for the 11th chapter! Short and to the point more or less, a more pivotal point, I like to think. But if you don't...oh well, what can I do? It'll have to wait for the next chapter! Well, that's all I have to say about that! Oh and school's almost out so that'll be even better cause I won't have to worry about finals and working TOO hard at school! Yay! So anyway, please R&R and constructive criticism is welcome but NO flames cause that is rude! Chao!)
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