Mikol, slplesswitch, stop it! You're making me blush..!XD WOOO! I am so charged right now, and I've no idea why. Butseriously, thanks you guys. But one question; what is a fake cyoa?

And, who else likes that new Kelly Clarkson song? Behind Hazel Eyes…? Something like that…. Whatever. She can still sing. And she's hot... Woah! I was gone for a moment there. Let's get back into it! Chapter 37! Enjoy.

When the heart casts off the flesh, where does the body go? Heart and soul are separate, and the spirit remains in the body. But can we assume that the leftover body and soul perish?

Certainly when the heart changes into a Heartless the body disappears.

However, that is only this world's story; in another world, mightn't they change forms like the Heartless and exist there?

If we take that to be the case, there must be a you other than yourself existing somewhere. An existence of neither darkness nor of light.

An in-between existence. Cast off by the heart, a mere shell, one who begrudges bothe the darkness and the light.

This mystery cannot be easily resolved. The relationship between the heart and the flesh is a complex one.

But since we exist here, they cannot be termed as existent. Therefore I shall call them…

"The non-existent ones"

Report page #13.

Ansem

"That is the final known page of Ansem's report." Namine told them. "This place you've discovered is part of the world of the non-existent, the world Ansem mentioned in that report."

BHK looked up. "This still doesn't answer why they want us so badly. Tell us. Everything you know."

"Well, as I said, the people of this town forget things rather easily, and can only remember what was dearest to them, or at least when they were still part of a human. These people put up an illusion to keep themselves together, because all they really want is to live. So, they build their little shops, and pretend to go about their daily routines using their remaining memories of what life was like. A grim, everlasting mockery."

"The Neo's want your hearts." Namine finally said. "Though not as fuel, like the heartless. Within the heart, memories and emotion dwell. After seizing a heart, they devour its memories and it keeps them satisfied."

BHK suddenly grew suspicious. "Why aren't you acting like them then? Don't you live in this place?"

"I'm different than them. I've told you this already."

"Different how?" Yuna asked.

"I used to work for the Organization, before Sora and Riku set me free."

There was a stunned silence in the aftermath of these words. Yuna and Kairi were now staring at Namine with a mixture of shock, and the suspicion. But BHK was already forming his next question in his mind.

"I'm like them aren't I? Why haven't I turned yet?" He asked her quietly, assuming the worst. But Namine was shaking her head. "You, BHK, are of a different breed altogether. The one of two people, and a kind all to yourselves."

"?"

"You are an imperfect shell, split from yourself, when darkness claimed you as its own. However, your original self was somehow restored, and therefore your transformation was not given enough time to complete itself." The door behind BHK gave a particularly large heave from within, making Kairi flinch; she had thought the Flailers had given up. "To put it simply, you represent half of your original form."

"You said two of a kind?"

"Yes," Namine said. "The only other person to come close to this was Ansem himself. Somehow, he kept his mind, and memories even after becoming a Heartless. And you, having a piece of your heart still within you, you are both two exceptions to the rule."

A thought struck BHK. "When you say 'two' you actually mean Ansem, me, and my half don't you?" Namine nodded. "Hmm. I see. One final question, Namine. Who is this half you keep referring to?"

Namine smiled. "Don't you ever wonder why you feel so strongly about finding the Keyblade Master? You vaguely know the answer, protecting the Princess without truly knowing, or remembering why. Very well, I shall help you remember."

Namine walked over to him, while Yuna and Kairi looked on with unplaceable expressions on their faces. Confusion? Interest? ….Fear? "Close your eyes, and it'll help if you're relaxed." Namine ordered. "Your answers lie in your memories. Along with your purpose. And your power."

Namine placed her hands on either side of his head. He closed his eyes, but continued to see the edge of the clocktower. He looked around, but Kairi, Yuna, and Namine had all disappeared.

Hearing soft footsteps, he turned and saw a kid with spiky blonde hair and clear blue eyes running his hand across the clocktower wall. 'Me' The other BHK turned, and spoke with Namine's voice.

"We are about to dive into your memory. While inside, you won't be able to remember much about the present. You'll feel, say, and act exactly as you did in the past. We may pause at parts, though, and you'll regain yourself. Remember, we don't have much time here, BHK. We may have to skip ahead now and then." BHK nodded his confirmation.

"Let's do this."

Darkness, everlasting and everywhere. No light, no sound. No smells or feeling. And then-

"Hey look! It's a BHK!" The voice was distant, barely audible over the blaring silence.

(sigh) "Are you ever going to let that joke go? Its old now. Its done. Just leave it alone!"

"Is he dead?"

"I don't know, why don't you poke him and see?

"No way!"

"Guys shut up! I think he's alive. He's breathing." A moment's pause. "And I can hear a heartbeat." The voices were becoming clearer now…

"He's warm."

"He is?"

"That's weird. Almost everybody else here is cold. Wonder where he's from?"

"Doesn't matter does it? He's here now, and nobody ever remembers about where they were before."

"Ssshh! He's coming around."

The darkness was beginning to fade, and feeling spread through his body. His eyes creaked open and a flood of light and color forced them shut again. Blinking slowly, the boy sat up. He viewed three kids staring at him, one girl, two boys, the tallest boy was green-haired. The others were both brown-haired, and both males were dressed (the boy suddenly felt) rather strangely.

"Hi there, stranger!" The girl spoke first, smiling. "You remember anything?" He didn't respond verbally, but shook his head instead. The boy flanking the girl's left spoke up next. "You got a name?"

"Aros." He felt himself reply. "Yep." Said the brown-haired boy. "Maybe you just imagined heat, Verde. From what I see, he's just like all the others. Right down to the name."

The girl walked up to him. "Don't mind those two, they're always like this when a newbie shows up. What my friend means, is that all newcomers show up, and usually, all they can remember is their name. And each time, it's a weird one."

"A stupid one." The brown-haired boy corrected. The green-hair punched the other boy in the arm. "Don't be rude." He muttered. The girl paid them no mind. "I'm Rinoa." She continued. "He's Verde," she said jerking her head toward the green. "And he's Zach." She said, indicating the other.

"No its not!" Zach complained loudly. "Don't you remember? I changed my nickname!" Verde snorted. "Yeah, to Slice or something stupid like that." Zach glared at him.

Verde turned to Rinoa. "I suppose we should take him to Namine?" A grin crept its way across Rinoa's face. "You mean it Verde?" The green-haired boy shrugged. "C'mon, Aros. You're coming with us."

Aros shrugged, then stood up. Verde led the way down the green hill, and into Twilight Town.

I know, most of you will be thinking…Aros? WTF! But, I'm going somewhere with this….That is, if all turns out well enough…Just, trust me.

Oh, and Chillywilly, want to know a secret? I don't even have a Gameboy Advanced! But I knew that I had to know as much about CoM as possible to make this fic so I went to Gamefaqs and read the game script. Repeatedly. And almost everything else about CoM too. I am so pissed off! It seemed like a really great game…. Damn!

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