Memories

By Childhood Aspirations

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts IIor the characters. There's no money involved, I swear.

Perhaps you think that I'm wicked, or cruel.

I suppose, from a certain point a view, what I did could be considered terrible, horrifying, and yes, wicked or cruel.

I wouldn't know, would I?

I don't know why I have this power and I don't know what to do with it.

So I do what they tell me to do. I can't change what their commands are. In a way, I am powerless, in spite of everything.

I was waiting for him when he burst into my room. He was confused. His eyes begged me to explain everything to him.

Sora…

I wish I could. I wish I could change it all.

I tried.

I watched as his eyes drifted closed and he started falling.

Sleep, Sora. Sleep.

Sleep for a year while I try to put your memories back together, to free them from the twisted corruption they encountered. Sleep, and worry no longer about the worlds and their fates.

Everyone has forgotten, Sora. You need not fear.

And then he came. He found me.

Actually, I found him.

Roxas…

They are very much alike, Roxas and Sora. Both very confused. I guess I have that effect on people. Of course, I think Roxas was a little angrier with me than Sora was. Sora didn't really have a chance to be angry before he fell asleep. Roxas…well, Roxas cannot help being angry.

It's part of who he is, who he really is.

And because of me, and because of Sora, Roxas has forgotten who he is.

The least I can do is tell him and try to explain it all.

There's so much he doesn't know, so much that he should know. Sora will wake up and find that all but a small piece of his memory is restored. He's grown up while he slept. He'll be off to find his friend Riku and save the worlds again, because they always need saving.

But Roxas isn't so lucky.

I won't be able to bear it when Sora wakes up and Roxas falls back into darkness, without knowing, without realizing, with being…

But the truth is so hard for him to hear…

The truth is almost always hard to hear, actually.

And even now that I've told him as much as I can, he still doesn't fully understand. Perhaps, one day… Perhaps one day we'll meet again and I'll be able to make it a little clearer.

I tell Roxas this as they drag me away, trying to make me disappear like dirt under the rug. We may not realize it when we meet, but we will meet again, and we will talk.

We will see each other again.

Goodbye, Sora.

Goodbye, Roxas.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't help you more.