Vixen: Okay, hello agian people. Sorry this took a while. I'm usually faster.

Riku: Wrighter's block again?

Vixen: Shut-up! They're not supposed to know!

Riku: Whatever. Vixen doesn't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the people in it. She only owns the OCs and the plot line for this story.

Forgotten

The rain was falling in torrents. But then, that was the usual weather in Dark City. It was a very depressing and gloomy type of place, because it was so close to the Darkness. Hence the name, Dark City. The buildings were smooth, featureless glass as black as a starless night sky. The only one that stood out stood in the middle of a large square. It was brightly lit; with neon signs and large video screens near the top.

The rain turned the illuminated windows opaque, but outside of this skyscraper stood a girl in her late teens; a young woman, really. She stood completely still; and except for her chest moving to prove that she was breathing, she could have been a statue. She seemed to be waiting for someone, but it was unclear who.

A keening cry slit the air like a knife, and icy eyes, the left blue, the other violet, snapped to the sky. A flash of fire appeared at the same time that she lifted her arm, and an eagle landed gently on the offered perch. She gazed through strands of silver hair into the bright blue eyes."Well?" she asked.

"They were here, but it was four years ago," the eagle answered. Then it continued, "You really should get out of the rain, or you'll get sick Ivy."

The girl laughed."Relax Phoenix, I'm used to the rain. It's the only thing that soothes me. But you're right; if they aren't here, then we should leave," Ivy said; but the last sentence held a trace of pain. But it was quickly covered, instead to be replaced with an expressionless mask that covered both her face and eyes; not giving even the slightest hint to the turmoil of emotions that was taking place inside her broken heart. She had been searching for so long; she was sure they had finally found them. She clutched the pendant around her neck, just to make sure it was still there. This necklace was her most cherished possession, because it was the only hint of her past.

It was a most curious pendent; a beautiful sapphire heart, but it had veins of amethyst and emerald in it, with a smile crystal teardrop attached to the bottom. It fit her garments perfectly; a midnight blue tank top with a blood red, broken heart on the front; dark violet finger less gloves with a silver design on them and flared black jeans with a silver heart and chain nestled on her hips. Over this she wore a long black cloak with close fitting sleeves, the attacked hood drawn back at the moment.(Think Organization XIII cloak.) But she had naught else to her name, not even memories of her childhood. All she could remember was the pain and torment of the past eight years.

But the pendent was the one thing she couldn't bear to lose, because someone close to her heart had given it to her. She couldn't remember who he was, or what he looked like; she couldn't even remember his name. But her tattered heart remembered that they had been very close, and he had given her that necklace just before she was torn from her home when she was just ten years old. Now she searched in hopes of finding this person and the other two who had always been with them, in hopes to regain her lost memories; and maybe even lost friends.

The only other thing she searched for were two boys, who were said to be masters of the Keyblade, a very mysterious weapon with a connection to the heart. If it can just unlock memories, than I might be able to find my way home. She thought.

She had heard the Nobodies talk of this weapon and the people that were said to be the "Masters," of it. They seemed to fear the power of the Keyblade, and it's wielders, because they had lost many of their ranks to the three called Sora, Riku and Mickey. It had been in the Great Battle, four years ago, that they had lost their leader, Xemnas. She didn't feel sorry for them, but she was puzzled by the fact that she could understand the native language of the Nobodies and Heartless. It didn't bother her to much, because it kept them from attacking regularly. But now and then she did have to fight them.

This was another reason she looked for Sora and Riku. She had a Keyblade too. A man called DiZ had told her so. The Heartless attacked because they were seeking to destroy the Keyblade; because they feared it greatly. She had tried to get rid of it years before; but it always returned to her hand. So she continued to fight; with a skill that had been born of necessity. And even though she wished that someone else could be the Keybearer instead of her, she took a small bit of pride in her skills with the Keyblade and magic. But that was beside the point, what mattered was finding the other two Masters of the Keyblade. She had already found Mickey.

"Even if I find these last two alleged Masters of the Keyblade, I can't go home. Not while there is still Heartless filth attacking innocent people," Ivy whispered, thinking of the exceptionably violent Neo Shadow that she had encountered. Phoenix had appeared just in time to save her, but not before the monster had slashed her viciously across her chest. Even now, years and countless elixirs later, she still had horrific scars right over her heart. She had been fighting the Darkness relentlessly ever since then; but something was wrong. Her memory had been completely wiped out; nothing was left of her childhood, just vauge notions of what used to be.

But even with this horrifying realization came a great gift and curse. She could see the memories of other people. It left her drained of energy and emotions for a long time afterwards, but she could see what a person might be like before she ever talked to them. She knew the fear the people had for the Heartless; but none of them had suffered like she had. They couldn't imagine the horror of not having any of their memories to look at when they were sad or lonely. They just couldn't.

"That damn Heartless will pay," Ivy swore, looking towards the sky through her rain soaked hair. "I will make all of them pay for this. I will not be forgotten."

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Vixen: Well, there you go. You just met Ivy. And Ivy girl, two words for you: Anger Management.

Ivy: Yeah, well, I'm not the one erasing people's memories!

Vixen: Chill and don't worry; you'll get them back soon enough.

Ivy: Yeah, when?

Vixen: I don't know. I really DO have wrighter's block for the next chapter. Oh well, promise to figure something out soon.

P.S. Will someone PLEASE review? I need to know if this story is worth continuing. And plus I like to know what people think.