Hello all. This is my first fanfic, so please R&R and... please don't flame. TwT I know it sucks, but I just wanted to see how long it would come along. Oh yeah, I don't own any of this... I own a copy of Kingdom Hearts II. I doubt that counts. This is an OC fanfic, so if you don't like these kinds of things, turn back. Turn back now, turn back fast. But if not, you may continue on. Pairings: OC/Demyx, very slight hints of OC/Zexion.

Summary: A strange girl has her memories ripped apart and is put into a 6-month comma, much like Sora's. When she awakens, her memories have been eliminated and when an emotion should be put into play, it seems not to. She later meets a teen who goes by the name of Roxas, who suddenly disappears in the Haunted Mansion. She goes in search of him, but what if she finds something so much more?

"... You're kidding right? ...Right?" A young female blinked a few times before realizing the pain through her chest that felt like stake was driven through it. She gave a small whimpering-like sound before turning on her heels and walking into a plain white door. Its frame was carved delicately into the shape of dove wings.

As she shuffled up the long flight of stairs her long, nova black robes were tangling themselves in-between her legs and under her feet. She fell forward, her arms refusing to move from their place which was crossed on her chest like a cross. She felt herself turning as she fell which was odd since she normally just, well, fell. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that had slowed down. The eternal darkness that enveloped the space around a long flight of cream colored stairs had passed her by as if gravity had no place in this world. But she couldn't really call it a world, could she? With a name like 'The World that Never Was', you were never too sure what to call it.

Her head refused to move when she felt a cold rush of air rush across the few steps that were just below her current position. She then felt the chilly gust lick across her legs like cold, little water droplets that were slowly streaming up her body. The small trickle turned into a breeze which grew into a gust that felt more like a tornado. Her eyes blurred as the gust threw her up the stair, the darkness and light swirling into a dizzy feather of vision. She felt like her shoulder had smashed through a brick wall before she noticed that motion and, sadly, gravity had taken their places once again.

Her body was thrown across the floor like a rag doll. Her shoulder still burned from the impact on the white double doors which had burst open on contact. They started to close, her vision of the stairs and darkness closed with it. She gave a small sigh before staggering up to her knees since that was as far as she could go at the moment. When she looked up, she saw a pale child with bleached hair placed neatly on a white chair. Her vision strained slightly as her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in color and lighting.

"Ah, you're here... in one piece." The blond on the chair said it as though it were some misfortune.

"Heh, too bad... eh, Namine?" Pulling the thick, black hood back, the other female shook loose long, thick locks of raven hair. Her cheeks were almost as pale as Namine's.

"You shouldn't talk like that, Nyte." Namine turned the page to the sketch book lightly. The pages were a pale brown and shaded like tree bark. "Many of us would miss you dearly. And not for the reasons you'd expect."

A hostile chuckle from the charcoal haired teen as she stood and leaned against the wall near the door. A small, playful smirk curled itself onto her lips and her bicolored eyes seemed to light up the slightest bit.

"That, my dear child, shall never happen. And plus-" Nyte's voice dropped considerably and so did her smirk, "-it's not like Zexion's here to make it all happen."

"You think too lowly of yourself." Namine started to draw gentle strokes along her paper with a charcoal pencil. "And plus... who said he was... gone?"

"Guess. Go ahead, stab in the dark." She ran her hand through her hair before giving a slight yawn.

"Axel?" Namine's voice travels melodically across the large room which barely held anything. A smile graced her already lovely features.

"Better believe it."

"You shouldn't trust what he says... not all the time." She flipped the page over lightly before flipping back and drawing another smooth line.

"Well I haven't seen him in a while..."

"Do you see him every hour of everyday?" Another smooth line.

"No, but-"

"You have this bad feeling, right?" Erase. Another line.

"Yeah, how'd ya-"

"Know? I don't know... just this feeling I guess." Another line.

"Oh..."

"Ever feel like... like you've been lied to your whole life?"

"Hmm..." A series of shadings.

"Well?"

"Yeah, I guess." Namine gave a small shrug and then looked up as a series of loud pounds came from the other side of the door. Namine flipped a few pages back and took up a sharpened charcoal pencil and began to curve across the paper.

"But for you that's okay." Nyte back off against the wall and moved a few feet away from the doors and stood near the glass orb on the pedestal. "You know why? Because all you'll ever do is draw. You'll be safe in here. You'll rip and chain memories apart and together. Make people forget what they want to remember... and make sure they remember the things that'll rip them apart for the rest of their life."

The stomps grew and Nyte turned her attention to the doors that were thrown open. A panting teen, no, child was standing there. A keyblade was held tight in his grip. Words were thrown around between the brunette and the blond. Nyte's gaze was half lidded and her mind was starting to unregister. And then the noise stopped. Her her vision returned slightly and Nyte made out the small brunette being encased in a glass lotus. At that same moment, her feet were swept off the ground and a glass wall grew up around her.

"And so..." Nyte's words trailed a little. Her half-lidded gaze traveled over to the blond in the chair.

"Your memories are to be unlinked and thrown into oblivion. When you awaken, you'll be... different. You won't be the same. You'll be... you'll keep being.. a Nobody. But don't worry, if you ever brush past oblivion again-" That voice. It was so... familiar. She knew it, she just did! It was killing her to remember, it was so... known and yet, she had never heard it before. "-you'll remember a thing or two. Maybe it'll be about me." And the male's voice was gone.

"And so..." Nyte gave an airy laugh.

"Life goes on."

Heya again. So, how was the first part of my crappy story?

Zexion: -Kicks Nyte-

Me: TwT What!

Zexion: I'm... I'm dead!

Me: Oh, shut up. This is Kingdom Hearts II. Get it? Plus, you died in Chain of Memories. ¬.¬

Zexion: -Turns into a dragon and steps on Nyte- >D

Me: ToT Well, R&R while I go cry in a corner since SOMEONE doesn't love me!

Zexion: >o Wuss. -Huggles-

Me: Yay! OwO;;!