Wow…already on chapter 2…To be rather frank this is kind of shocking. Usually I procrastinate until the sun goes down, and lately I've been all tied up with revision so I didn't expect to get this far. Then again, it could just be something to do with the fact that all of my chapters are really short. But that won't discourage meh! I shall keep writing this with the consolation of my meagre reviews. Still, the reviews mean so much to meh! So don't feel afraid to waste a couple of seconds writing one! It will make meh write all the faster. And now…on with the fic!

Chapter 2

"You're…a girl!" Sora exclaimed in disbelief. Indeed the mask had been hiding delicate feminine features from view, reminding him almost of a china doll. The skin was so pale it was almost white, making the blood red lips stand out. The tawny eyes were narrowed, watching the keyblade with suspicion and something else…fear? She stood up slowly and her hair, previously bound by the mask, fell half way down her back.

"Keyblade," she muttered under her breath.

Drawn to it…and yet fearing it. Why? I just don't remember. When I think to before today there's nothing…just a blank. Maybe he has the answer…Yes, maybe that's it.

Several minutes passed in silence. Sora, not being a particularly patient person, decided to break the silence. "Who're you?" he asked her bluntly.

"I'm…I'm…" She paused, thinking. "I don't remember," she said eventually.

"What!" So I'm not the only one having trouble remembering things. Sora looked ready to say something else, but she cut over him.

"However, you can call me Sleet."

A fitting name, for one such as you, said a voice in the back of her mind. Though you may not remember the real reason that you exist, a part of you will never forget. And never tell.

Sleet bit her lip to stop herself screaming in frustration. The memories existed alright, but they were locked inside an iron vault, inaccessible to her. Naturally. Nothing was ever easy.

Sora was oblivious to her thoughts and the introduction had triggered the friendly cells that always acted up in situations like these. "And I'm Sora!" he replied in his slightly scary friendly manner.

Sleet looked at the place where the keyblade had been but it was gone again. "What was that…key that you tried to annihilate me with?" she asked, suddenly curious.

"That? Oh. Well. Um. It's the keyblade, something that I use to…never mind! It's too complicated." Experience had taught him not to be so trusting of everything and everyone, so the keyblade would remain a mystery to this 'Sleet'. Especially since she resembled a heartless. Not exactly something particularly trustworthy.

I'll forget about that accursed voice. It's probably just a part of me that's too hopeful about recovering what is lost. I'll remain with this…Sora…for now.

They were probably thinking along the same lines. Neither trusted the other…

--END OF CHAPTER 2--

Things to come…

Sleet. Is she trustworthy? What is Sora going to do about their awkward new acquaintanceship? Who is Sleet? Why do I keep asking these questions? You'll just have to read the next chapter to find out…

So…chapter 2. Already so many chapters are done (at least in my eyes. Hell, more than one chapter is long in my eyes). Some reviews would be nice, but I can't think of anything to say so…until next time everyone!