Chapter 8

(Sora)

Shock kept Sora out of his own misery for days. His anti-personality preferred it that way. Now that Sora knew, and knew for certain, it would have problems coming out. Not that it had been easy to begin with. It would have to be careful with his fragile host's conscious mind. So many things going wrong had left it very delicate and broken in many places. When he started to sir. His Anti simply sighed but handed bits of control back.

It didn't want to fight every time it wanted a meal. Which it had had several of. Hopefully it would be a while before, Sora noticed the blood on his hands, and with luck, and he wouldn't even realize that stupid bird had never made it off the black ship.

It found enough proof; the heartless had done something to it. But until it knew how to make it seem like the Heartless were totally at fault, which it knew to be a lie, it would keep that to it's self. It was vaguely glad the bird was dead. It had never gotten over it nearly getting it's own head hacked off that first night. Well, not a problem now.

"Oh, ouch." Sora muttered against a pillow, he didn't even know what had happened, not interlay.

"You were passed out on the street." A familiar voice said, once it realized he was fully awake. "I brought you here, what happened?"

"I don't…wait. Organization 13!"

"What?"

"They work for the heartless." Sora blinked at Will before sitting up, and then nearly passing back out. He felt like he'd been run over by a truck.

Wait. He hadn't been run over, but nearly buried under a ton of water that Demyx had created. He glanced at his own hands. Normal, if a little raw looking. No shadows, no claws. But he had seen his reflection, before passing out, before shock had knocked him out. What a day. Or week. How long had it been?

"Have you seen Jack, recently?" Will wouldn't know how long it had been since the wreck.

"Jack's—"

"That's Captain, mate." The Pirate was leaning against the wall. "Finally stumble home, eh?"

"What?" Sora asked, totally perplexed.

"You been missing for days," Jack informed him. "Since the shipwreck, mate."

"Shipwreck…Donald! Goofy?"

"Left, but said they'd be back." Will answered, before Jack could. "There was something they wanted to tend to."

Sora nodded, then thought to himself. Did they know? Memory came back slowly. He'd been a real hazard on Port Royal and if he could leave, all the better. Still, at least here, people where used to the kind of bloodshed he'd caused. Though a lot of it made him shudder. The things he'd done! That is, until a passing cart had finally knocked his Anti out.

It should have known better and looked out for horses. Sora certainly did. Those things Kick!

(Roxas- World That Never Was.)

This is what he'd been afraid of all day. One of the others doing something stupid…well, not that in it's self as he thought all of the others were stupid naturally…but this toped the list for stupid stunts so far. Everyone knew Zaetyne was in a bad mood. Most of them were willing to admit she probably had a temper, after earlier most of the agreed she did. Next to all of them were more then willing to stay out of her way.

Except for him, as he was, by rumor, her toy.

"Going to step in?"

"Do I look like I want to lose my head?" Roxas shot back at Axel.

"Good point."

"Besides, this was bound to happen sometime." Roxas pointed out, making certain to be well out of the way. "I just thought it would take a little longer. Why, I don't know, I just did."

Axel made no comment. Of all of them, he was probably the only one to see the truth behind the rumors. Roxas wasn't Zaetyne's toy, not yet, and hadn't bothered to correct the others as it wouldn't work. He'd gone through something similar himself. For not having emotions, No Bodies still lead confusing days.

(Zaetyne)

Had been in a bad mood from the start. It was taking longer then she thought, and she hated this castle, and the people inside it, with a very few exceptions and her heartless mind was starting to get pushy.

So she would let it get some exercise, and remove the most annoying of her…tormenters, though this was the only one to openly taunt her.

It certainly felt good to be able to move. And it was not concerned by the lightning sparking off the knives. It had never bothered with it. Just don't touch it. Going into a couch, it waited. This one had a bad temper, and would make mistakes; all it had to do was wait.

The First mistake was a very simply one. She didn't know anything about the 'Heartless' in front of her. She just assumed she was stronger…or smarter…then it. Humph. That was not a fighter that was a brat throwing a temper tantrum.

It didn't take much to avoid her, just a jump, but then It made the same mistake, and nearly got diced open, when Larxene spun around. Okay, not the time to play around. It called her daggers, one blood red, the other onyx.

Lightning knives, verses her own daggers. Zaetyne greatly favored the options, and besides, It hadn't' done anything destructive since getting her memory back and that had nearly killed it.

Metal clashed on metal, until it spun the second dagger, the red one, and underneath and into the No Body. Larxene hadn't even considered the fact that it took both her knives, to stop one of its daggers. While it greatly preferred using it's claws, the blade worked just as well.

The fight done, and her Heartless mind at least a little satiated, Zaetyne took back control over her body, and pulled her dagger out of the body. Leaving Larxene to die, unless someone bothered to save her. Which Xemnas may do because he somehow thought she was useful.

It was enough to make Zaetyne sick and almost gave her heartless mind a seizure.

Zaetyne walked away, but not before destroying Larxene's machine. So that if the nymph did live, she wouldn't have her toys anymore. Not that she didn't know about the rumors depicting Roxas's as hers. She just knew better then to respond. Interest or anger only egged these people on.

(Roxas)

He was just as willing to let Zaetyne have her space. She was not happy, and it was best to give a sleeping dragon a wide arc. Lest he wake it.

"How long till she decides to take her temper out on you?"

"Who knows, at least no one else does."

"I've never known you to be optimistic."

"I'm not." Roxas countered. "We're No Bodies, we don't feel anything."

"Hmph, Pain still hurts."

Roxas could only make an annoyed noise and walk away. Axel knew full well what he meant. Besides, he'd promised to tell Zaetyne if Demyx found anything. Why did he feel like he had two bosses now? He couldn't help but wonder whether Xenmas thought Zaetyne was trying to tear about their Organization? Not that it would take much.

He opened the Door to Zaetyne's room and almost backed up and walked out. The tension was enough to choke on. Why couldn't they let her alone? Did all of them have a Death Wish?

(Sora- Port Royal)

Both parts of him were moody. Both were annoyed. And had been in a constant fight most of the day. Which, His Anti-personality would like to point out, was Sora's fault. It had been quite content to be quiet and listen to him, until he had picked a fight with it.

So it had tried to ignore him, but sharing the same head made that extremely difficult. Finally, the realization, politely pointed out by it, that his friends had in fact ditched him had gotten him to shut-up.

Sora would like to point out; he had not started the argument. He hadn't even wanted to think about his Anit-personality, let alone talk to it. He had been simply wondering what was wrong with him, and something had to be, when it asked what was wrong with him.

That started to lead to a mental shouting match, until it had tried to back off. Like Sora was about to let it. Then it had pointed out he was stranded, and his friends were gone and had left him.

Now both were happily passed out with some help from Jack, who had deiced that having Sora arguing with himself, while it wasn't loud, was very 'odd, mate.' And chose to help, by offering Sora something that would help him…sleep. Of Sora was underage and probably should not have, but then he'd forgotten, underage in Jack's world was like 12. Not 15. His Anti had not bothered to correct him. Anything to get him to shut-up.

(Cloud- Hollow Bastion)

Now nursing not only the wounds from days ago, but a sore head… Why had Tifa had to hit him?…he went off to get some peace and quiet, which he didn't expect to find, so he instead looked for Vincent, the only quiet friend he had.

"Tell me your going to do something?" He asked.

"Not yet."

"Uhg…now how to I get Tifa to leave me alone?" Cloud asked himself sitting down against a wall. "If I try to tell her, she'll hit me again."

Vincent only laughed at him.

Could this get any worse?

Apparently. As the sky darkened and rain started to pour down. Great. He should know better then to ask that question.

Twilight Keeper

Oddly, this chapter strikes me as funny, but then I've never been very good at comedy. So it may only be me. I'm working up the courage to actually put judgment in. The idea I have for it's description and what it does is…scary. Very scary…so I'm holding off. That and I want to make Zaetyne a little more ticked off…and Sora a little more temperamental.