It may help if you have played Kingdom Hearts before.

He found himself on the top of a building. At the top of a clock tower. The time had stopped.

And the voice was still there. Her voice, like a songbird's melody, was calling him. "You must go…leave…you can't stay…"

But as he stood there, staring at the suspended setting sun, the voice cut short in his ear. Instead a horrible screeching filled his thoughts.

He doubled over in pain, clutching his ears. Something was here, but what?

He pulled his curious weapon out in front of him, a blade in the shape of a Key. For it was he, the hero of light, there waiting for the impending creature to descend upon him.

Then it…he…came down from the sky, looming over him and radiating pure evil all around him.

"Riku…" he breathed, the shock pushing the breath from his lungs.

"Yes? I've waited long for this day, hero! Today is the day you die!" the platinum haired, blindfolded man cried.

"We'll see about that." He snarled in reply. He charged point first at the intruder. Test the waters. 'Why would he want to kill me? What have I done?' he pondered as he charged. This distraction of thought gave the, stranger…not stranger…old friend, ample time to deflect his blow and send one sailing back at him. It tore his upper left arm to shreds.

He cursed and muttered "heal." The wound was gone, but the pain remained.

Riku's sword was different than anything he had wielded before. It was pure black and curved and twisted as the wielder. An intricate carving of an attacking serpent decorated the handle. The blade was itself was simply deadly, arcane metal.

"Come on, you don't want to die in shame, not even trying, do you?" Riku called at him, his voice laced with black humor.

"I don't want to die at all!" he yelled and went into a series of complicated movements of the Keyblade. Friend or not, Riku had to go down.

The combos were some of his best, but Riku continually parried and deflected them with eerie ease.

"I've gotten stronger, you beat me on a fluke last time, not this go around!"

"You know as well as I that's not true!" He went into his most serious of combos and was rewarded with a twitch of alarm from Riku's lips. The blindfold shielded his eyes, so they could be no indication of what was going on inside Riku. He managed to overpower his seemingly invincible adversary, and was left exhausted by the struggle.

Even as he went down, Riku retained his smug attitude.

When he finally had the Keyblade pointed downward at his chest, he felt no sense of triumph. Something wasn't right.

"What are you doing?" Riku asked, appearing dumbfounded. But it wasn't the evil, cold snarl of the competitor he just faced. It was his friend Riku, from back on Destiny Islands.

Same everything, but the voice. The voice made the difference.

"Riku?" he questioned.

"Of course, you dolt, who else? Now let me up." Riku's voice was commanding, yet kind.

"I can't…" he felt his eyes beginning to sting.

Riku's voice changed once again, this time portraying ultimate innocence and fear. "Please, I'm your friend. Not your enemy. That's over. You can't kill me. Please."

He couldn't resist. Riku stood up and held out his hand in truce. He reached out to shake it, relieved that Riku had been able to restrain his dark side.

"Fool! The Riku you know is gone! I knew your soft heart would be your final downfall!" The old voice had returned. That cold, smug, evil, sneering voice. He cursed it.

'Why? What have I done?'

Riku grabbed his outstretched hand. Twisting it behind his back, he grasped the Keyblade and tossed it aside. He prayed it was still in reach. "Now you are weaponless. The end is unavoidable now. Of course it was always unavoidable. Destiny, set in stone."

Riku prepared to run the blade through him. At the second he drew it back, he dashed.

Grabbing the Keyblade, he returned to his combat position and glared at Riku. Riku laughed.

"Does it make a difference? Go ahead, prolong your fate!"

He was seriously getting desperate. Riku was cutting all of the ropes he could grab at.

"You know, I hoped it wouldn't come to this." Riku called, pulling him out of his thoughts. There they stood, at the top of a clock tower, time around them stopped, and one of them not living through the battle.

"Give me your worst!" he snarled through clenched teeth.

Riku reached to the blindfold, and it pulled it off. He caught his breath in his lungs trying to suppress his fright.

He stared at Riku. Where his eyes should have been, there was darkness. Just two pits of never-ending, starless night. He suddenly felt a horrible pain that ached through his entire body.

"Yes, stare, it will be the last thing you will ever do."

Riku charged. He feebly tried to lift the Keyblade in front of his chest, but he already knew it was futile.

Then it hit him. The cold metal pierced his chest. But he felt nothing. All he heard was the incessant screaming in his ear and saw Riku standing over him smiling in triumph, his evil pits of darkness for eyes were laughing at him. The fight wasn't over yet.

The blow had drained all of the magic from his being. That option was blown right out of the sky. Only one remained.

He knew it was too late. Death was certain. However, he wouldn't let Riku to live on without him forever stalking him for harming her.

He reached out and with the Keyblade stabbed Riku through the chest. With his sword in the hero's chest, Riku could do nothing to stop the blow.

They stood there, each other's blades clinging to each other chests; the eerie sense of bittersweet victory filled him,

Riku crumpled and soon after he did as well.

Time began again. He still heard her screaming. Having half of your heart stabbed out can do that to a person. His breath came raggedly. Before his vision was succumbed completely by darkness, he saw blood. His blood, Riku's blood, intertwined. Like their destinies.

And that was his last thought. She, him, and Riku were all intertwined, a bond thicker than blood.

Time began again; the sun set on the scene of two friends, dead by each other's blades, blood sparkled on top of the entire clock tower, sometimes in small specks and sometimes in large pools. The sun set, never to rise again.

Sora woke up in a cold sweat, shaken by his horrible dream.