Chain of Memories story. Contains spoilers. Enjoy

"So...this is the end. Figures." Pain lanced through my chest – heart? – as I pressed my hand to my wound. I was fading, literally, and fast. "But I'm not afraid. Good riddance to an artificial life. I never had a real heart." Which was a total lie and we both knew it. If I didn't have a heart I wouldn't have felt this strongly. I wouldn't have cared about dying… A fake heart with fake memories, but a heart still. "Even what I'm feeling now is probably fake."

"… What are you feeling?" Real One's voice sounded so regretful; I couldn't help looking up at him. His head was lowered and eyes cast to the ground – was he crying? Something slipped down his cheek and splattered on the dry dusty road.

So sorry your world is tumbling down

"What happens when someone who's not real dies?" I hissed and closed my eyes as another wave of pain washed over my body. How could Vexen create me so perfectly? He wasn't God. Maybe that was why he was killed. Not because of the Organization but because of his transgression. "Where will my heart go? That is, if it doesn't disappear completely."

"It'll go somewhere." He sounded so sure of himself. Of course he would be; he was the Real One. "Probably the same place my heart will go."

I will watch you through these nights

"Heh… how original. Oh, well…" I could feel the rest of myself fading and I gave up, allowing myself to be carried away to oblivion. Living just hurt too damn much anymore and I had nothing left, not even my promise to Namine.

Strong hands wrapped around my wrists before I was completely gone and warm lips pressed again my own. Startled, I opened them to stare into aqua-marine eyes, eyes identical to my own. "What kept you going before? Why were you so desperate to become someone real?"

The question surprised me, but the fact that I was no longer fading, that I was slowly coming back from the brink of death shocked me more. "… I made a promise… but that promise was a fake…"

"Then promise me that we'll meet again."

Rest your head and go to sleep

I stared at him for a moment, unable to grasp what he was trying to say. "… Why would I promise you-" I was cut off by his lips being once again pressed against mine and this time I was prepared. I kissed him back, eager for any contact that might bring any meaning to my life.

Without letting go of my wrists he pushed me back, pinning me down and straddling my waist. His mouth moved slowly from my mouth down to my neck, kissing and nipping any bared flesh he could find. I writhed under him, not from the sexual feelings, but from the attention I was getting, the intimate contact that I knew only came to you when you became Someone. But why? Why would Real Thing care about me…

Because, my child

"Don't you get it now? Promise me. Promise me we'll meet again."

No, I didn't get it. I stared up at him, confused. "Why Riku? Tell me why and maybe I'll promise."

"This is not our farewell."

He stood at the crossroads, the King next to him and DiZ in front of him, asking him to choose.

What choice was there? He wasn't a part of the light and the dark would swallow him if he stayed there too long. The middle road was all that was left.

The Twilit Road to Dawn.

"Walking this road without you to remake forgotten promises and meet you at
road's end."

This is not our farewell

AN: The song here is called Our Farewell and it's by an awesome band known as Within Temptation.