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So yeah, here's chap. 2…….Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Finding You Again

Riku's POV:

I wonder how Sora's doing. Has he reached Aileaya yet? What's Aileaya like? I wonder if Sora misses me. I don't trust that girl, Simiya. I don't think that she's a real person...

These were the thoughts running through my head as I lay in my bed. I stared up at the dark ceiling, trying to sleep. But I couldn't. I got up, ran a hand through my hair and walked outside to my boat. She was my pride and joy. Named Speeder, she was the fastest small craft around.

A crazy idea popped into my head. What if I set out for Aileaya? Simiya said that it was about 4 days sail up a calm northwest current. I remember stories of brave sailors going along that current, never to come back. They must have reached Aileaya. The places name even sounded like a dream. They must have stayed there and never come back. Going back to my earlier thought, I packed some clothes, a bottle of hair gel, a toothbrush, toothpaste, the essentials.

I pushed off at the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon. A soft current caught my boat as I turned northwest.

It was an easy, calm ride, cutting straight through the rough, choppy waters of the Northern Ocean. Soon, all the water became calm and turned a pastel blue. The wind carried sweet smells that urged me on. Soon I saw the faint pastel brown outline of land. Everything was now a pastel color. Then I came to paradise.

Docking, I spotted the barge that Sora had taken. Running onto the mainland, I stopped briefly to admire the surroundings. I ran into what I took for an information center. I ran up to the first person I saw.

"Excuse me," I asked, "Have you seen a kid named Sora? Sora Malaya? He's with a girl named Simiya." Recognition lit her face at the name.

They went on the West Road, to Yimmea."

"Thanks." When I stepped out side, I saw a strange thing. Everyone wore the same outfit. A pale pastel color shirt and pants, with a loose fitting shoulder cloak that fastened at the shoulder, obviously. It was pure white.

In a sharp contrast, their skin was very tanned, and their hair was a dark silver.

I'll fit right in, I thought, remembering my own hair color.

Everyone wore the same hairstyle, bangs pointing up in a sharp peak at the sides and meeting low in the middle. The rest of it was loose, hanging to their shoulders. Mens hair was cut off at the ears.

Walking onto the West Road, at least, what looked like the West Road, stayed towards the side, near the forest. I had been walking for quite some time when I was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the forest.

"Get the fuck off me!" I shouted, fighting with my opponent. A hand clamped over my mouth, effectively cutting off all sound going out of my throat and all air going into my lungs. I could feel myself turning blue from lack of air.

"Be quiet! Do you want the whole world to hear you? And watch your language." The hand released me. I fell to the ground gasping. Air! Oh, sweet, sweet air, I will never take you for granted again! I turned to face my capturer, and found a normal looking guy like me. Well, okay, so his clothes were a little raggedy, his blond hair in need of a cut, and a little food, but still, no stitches. At least there were no stitches running down his face and neck.

"Well, it kinda depends. If you were a maniac killer out on a drug-induced rampage, then yes, I would like the whole world to hear me." I said calmly, my mind still doing overtime as my blood rushed from my heart up to there. I was amazed at how calm I could make myself sound. The guy chuckled.

"Don't worry kid. There are no drugs here at Paradise." He said paradise scathingly, "Not to mention no alcohol, television, computers, electronics or fun." I gasped at the mention of no computers. I am a complete computer addict. (A/N: Did you know that there is an actual clinic disorder called Internet Addiction Disorder ((IAD))? My friend has it.) My heart almost stopped as I remembered that I hadn't been on a computer for about four days! I clutched my chest, a horrified expression on my face.

"What's the matter, kid, you just come off a drug high or something?" the guy asked.

"No, just the fact that you said that there's no computers. I-I can't live without one!"

"Uhh, kid, there's no electricity either." At that, I almost died. No phones? No lights? NO WAY TO CONTACT MY FAMILY TO TELL THEM THAT I'M OKAY! I think I then fainted. Because the next thing I knew, I was being slapped awake. By the blond guy. He helped me to my feet.

"Hey, I'm Cloud. Part of the Non-Conformist group. Want to join us? You could help us get electricity onto this island, and help me and the other actual humans get off."

"What do you mean, actual humans?"

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Sora (3rd Person)

"So, Simiya, why do you have those stitches running down your face?" Sora asked as they rode these strange, large elephant-like things with a pointed trunk and large, pointed eyes.

"It is a great story, one that will take time to tell. But the road is long, and we have many hours to reach Yimmea. So I will tell you." Simiya answered.

"Great," said Sora, laying back on the soft platform, "I'm all ears."

"Well, about six centuries ago, a great man traveled the earth, searching for kindness. He found little, and if he did find any, it was stomped into oblivion. The man grew weary of his search, and so took a boat to this island. Back then, this was barely more than a godforsaken isle holding its own against the sea. In the middle of the island, he found a green sprig of a magical root. Just wanting food, he dug it up and ate it. It gave him immense powers. He was now able to create life at will make ugliness into beauty. He created many lovely creatures, but some escaped from the island. These creatures were the phoenix, the unicorn, and dragons. But he made so many that he wore his power out. The animals still on the island fell to dust. The man realized that he could only create artificial life now. So he sewed up two of my kind, a man and a woman. They were basically dolls, stitches wherever a new piece of cloth was added. To each he added a drop of his blood. They came alive, their skin feeling like flesh and giving off heat, bleeding when they were cut. They breathed, reproduced, consumed food, and needed warm places to live in. But they were not human. They could not feel the passion that you humans feel in love, or fighting for a cause you believe in. We are human, but not.

Lately, a few strange minded of us have taken to believing that they can find a way to make us all human. They have studied your kind, and have all found one thing in your hearts- Darkness. We fear that these Non- Conformists are going to try to eject this Darkness into our people's hearts to make them human. But we are afraid that we will start being like you; killing friends and loved ones for the sake of power. So we are in need your help to convince them otherwise- not because you have this Darkness in you, but so that you can tell them stories of evil people in the human world. And then we will eject into their hearts something that you humans can get, but not normally. It will keep them from ruining our perfect society." With that, Simiya finished her story. Sora was amazed.

"Wow," he said, "I can keep a civilization from crashing down?" Simiya nodded.

"Yes. Do this and we shall reward you handsomely." Sora thought about this for awhile.

"Okay," he said, "when and where do I start?" Simiya smiled.

"I know of a Non- Conformist hide- out in Yimmea; we shall be there soon."

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Riku (3rd Person)

"Wow," breathed Riku, barely believing a word of this. So all this happened, and because you're a human, you don't even know the whole story?"

"Nope," replied Cloud, "But we've given their spies false reports. They think that we're trying to make this race human by putting Darkness into their hearts. We're just trying to get the humans trapped here back to our people!"

"And what are they trying to do to stop them?"

"No clue. They haven't given us any real information."

"So this means that- Oh my God! I forgot about Sora!" gasped Riku.

Cloud looked sharply at him, "Who's Sora?"

"He's my friend, he got picked up by a girl named Simiya to help crush you guys!"

Cloud looked panicked, "Fuck, this isn't good. He's probably gonna get put into our base at Yimmea, infiltrate our stuff, and report back. He's already been stuffed with lies, I'm guessing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Cloud swore vehemently, "C'mon, we gotta get to Yimmea. And with him being a human, the guys there will trust him automatically. We search the doll people's backgrounds, but not with humans, since we all know each other."

Riku was interested. "So how long have you been here?"

"For 120 years."

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Yay, cliffie! I'm gonna keep you in suspense until I get a grand total of 10 reviews all together. So review! And be ready for more plot twists. You'll have to remember some stuff from chapter 1, hehehehehe………