You have no idea how hard it is for me to try and remember such a dialogue heavy set of cutscenes. T.T If it's a miserable failure, please feel free to correct me and I'll edit it. It does get the general idea of what was said, though.This one's a bit long, but... Well, the muses demanded it and.. Oh, c'mon. You all know you just died for this scene!
PS: This is the only chapter to actually get a rating I'd have to worry about being more than "K," but really, the entire reason is just implied. I'm probably being paranoid. ...+Shifty eyes+

EDIT: Okay, I got ahold of a full script of the game, and it turns out that this chapter does not just defy canon, it rapes and kills canon. Sooo, you can choose to ignore it, or you can read it for AU fiction, or whatever you choose. Thank you for your time.

Kairi
I Wonder Why…I Saw

I remember Ansem, you know. Or, well, I remember Xehanort's heartless. I do remember Ansem, but not in the same light.

The real Ansem is a single faded snapshot of red capes and blond hair that I can't really remember at all, but that I know exists.

I remember everything about him, though, the one who called himself Ansem. I remember godawful copper eyes that could melt metal, and I remember hair that was more white than silver and reminded me so very much of a falcon because of it's three feathered points, and most importantly, I remember how he was responsible for starting the hell that ripped me, Sora and Riku apart.

I remember every single detail of that man's face.

And when I see it again, it hurts. God, it hurts. This time, though, that silly tattoo of a heartless symbol won't be on his chest when he comes back with the same plans his predecessor had to keep himself amused until Sora comes. This time it'll be different. More jagged and less colorful, and altogether something else. Like that one fellows guitar, or the other's earring. They all have it somewhere.

This one calls himself Xemnas. Just as threatening, but on a different level entirely.

He's coming back now, though. To the room I can't get out of and that no one can get into without their skills. That so-dark-it's-bright column of black pulling up from the ground and contrasting so deeply from the white everywhere.

Blue eyes? ...My eyes. Who is she? Who is this girl? She doesn't have their mark... she only has pale skin and bright hair and white clothes and a sense of purity. Such a stunning sense of cleanliness...

Like they said I had.

She's offering me a chance out, and I'm taking it, and there's such a strange light and... we're in a hall?

"Run."

Run? Run whe- I haven't got time to think, because I hear someone, and I have to go. Now. She's beside me too, but it looks like she's disappearing into nothing. Like a transparent animation of a girl.

She's gone, and they're going to take me again. There's that same awful cloak. One of them is in front of me instead of behind.

But it's not him.

Not at all.

It's the same feathered falcon hair, and the same horrible copper eyes, and the same dark, dark skin, but it's not him.

"Riku."

And even if it's not him, it almost hurts to look, but it doesn't really, because it's Riku. Riku who I lost again just before I lost Sora again.

I've lost them both too many times.

He's not getting away this time. I would follow him anywhere. Maybe with the both of us, we can find Sora and get out of here.

And then it can be the three of us again. Just like always. What I wouldn't give to have them back, my boys. And here he is, staring at me from a face that he doesn't deserve to be trapped in.

So I follow, loyal as ever. This time when he runs, I don't have to trail behind like I always did when he and Sora raced and left me breathing their sandy dust.

Sora... Sora!

I can see him! He's... he's going to be killed! We have to help!

What the hell? It's those little ant-shaped heartless! God, there's a hundred hundred of them, and it's the same as that night. All I can do is run, but I won't, because that's not right.

"Here, take it." And the Ansem-that-isn't-Ansem, or the Riku-that-isn't-Riku, hands me a blade... Just like home. Fruits and flowers and sun given key form. And it's mine. I can tell. Is this how Sora felt when his Keyblade came to him? Or Riku with his?

"This time, I'll fight."

And it's strange, because I've never fought before. Never. Not even on the islands. I always played referee. But I can, now. I know it. I think it's the blade that's fighting, not me. Hack-and-slash and twist and jump. I can't jump that high! Well, I can now. Don't think. Slice and swing and- ack. What the hell? Is that blood? Stop thinking. Keep fighting. Is this how they feel? Doing something they can't without even trying?

It's over now. They're gone. Amazing... And just like that, my keyblade evaporates. Right into thin air, like it never existed in the first place. But it's still there. I could bring it back, I think, if I were to try. I hope I never have to.

Sora! He's coming up here! He's coming to see us again, and then it can be the three of us one more time. Me and my precious boys. And this time I won't feel like I'm giving up one, like when we nearly abandoned Riku on the islands and took the raft and ran, and I won't be losing both of them like when I went back home and they stayed out here. I won't have to worry anymore, and I won't have to choose who to pray for because I won't have to pray for them and- and-

Where's he going? Riku! Where's he-

"Wait! Ansem! ...er, Xehanort's heartless. Look, I know we fought before, but you...you saved Kairi, right? So, you can't be all bad... Thank you."

And I can't help but blink, because Sora can't see it and I can. Sora can't see how the green eyes seem trapped behind something more than yellow, and how the smooth white hair wants to roughen up and shine until it's silver, and how the tan seems to pale until it's milk-white.

"It's Riku." I say, and I clutch his hand and I can see that he didn't want me to tell, but it's okay, because I can make Sora see him for what he is, not what he looks like. "Close your eyes." Both of them do, and I do too after I find Sora's hand too, because it's easier that way. Because that's how, just for that one instant, I can make it just us again, no heartless, no nobodies, no Ansems or kings or kayblades or anything. Just us.

And in the dark, I can see them and it's wonderful, how Sora lights up when he sees Riku, and how Riku gets that soft smile that he always saved just for us and never anyone else, and it's perfect.

"Riku."

But even in that perfection, even when it's just me and the ones I love more than anything else...

Have they really changed that much? Are they so blinded that Riku doesn't understand that Sora still needs him? So blind that Sora can't even...even see him? ...Have I really stayed so much the same?

But it doesn't matter. Not really, because we're together now.

And yet...

If Sora couldn't recognise him...Why could I?