Who Am I?

Disclaimer; I do not own anything from Kingdom Hearts; I'm just using it for my own twisted fun…so don't sue me.

Summary; A devastating storm has hit Destiny Islands and someone has gone missing…meanwhile, a new person is found unconscious in the palace grounds after the most fantastic show of lightening that year. What's going on?

Ok…due to popular demand, here is the next chapter (9 pages! No wonder my fingers are burning!), honestly with the lack of feedback I really thought no one was reading this fic, 'tis good to know people are reading it so a big thanx goes to all those who reviewed and to tell the truth I don't think I'd have the heart to delete it totally…writing this has been too much fun!

But I'd like to dedicate this chappi to Emma (aka ShamanBabe) a very good friend, and my beta reader for this fic!

Happy birthday Emz please consider this chapter a (belated) birthday gift from me to you! Hugs And thanx for making the story a whole bunch better… (You should see my originals! They're crap!)

Also big thanks goes to Nekoian who helped me with my wb…gives big cookie to you


Chapter Seven; Sora's a Prince?

All was quiet. She couldn't see the debris surrounding her. She didn't know the 'Heartless' had destroyed her home. All she knew was the darkness that was now her sight. The shock was still gripping her but she was calmer now, passive, humming a soft lullaby to herself.

She had pulled Prince Sora's head into her lap and was currently sat by the foot of the vast bed that was surprisingly still standing. She never saw the Keyblade disappear in a flurry of white lights, she never noticed the morning sun dawning on the horizon through the window and she never witnessed how the soft colours, shinning through the stained glass, played gently on the Prince's face.

Tear tracks streaked her pale cheeks as she stroked the soft silky hair in her lap, her unseeing eyes staring absently at a fallen chest of drawers; not that she knew. And all the while she hummed a soft tune, a melodic remedy for her shattered nerves… her devastated life.

Suddenly her heart leapt into her throat. Footsteps echoed down the corridor to her right. Her breathing became short panicked gasps as her mind brought back recent events.

'Is he back? Didn't Prince Sora kill him?' Her mouth became dry as more footsteps joined in and voices bounced into her hyper sensitive ears.

"Leon! The Prince's door!" Yuffie's cry of alarm gave her the biggest scare of her life and she gave a strangled sob through relief. She heard Leon swear and the footsteps speed up, but she didn't dare leave Prince Sora's side.

"Your Highness?" Yuffie's voice made her jump. She hadn't heard her come into the room and a new wave of depression hit her. Was this how her life was going to end up like? Jumping at every sound…

"Yuffie!" she called out, fresh tears rolling freely down the old tracks on her cheeks. She held out her hand in the direction she heard Yuffie's call and prayed against hope that the hyper ninja would take it.

"Namine!" her cry sounded close and seconds later a warm gloved hand took her outstretched one. She gripped Yuffie's hand tightly and the dams broke. She was crying through relief and sheer misery but at least she was no longer alone now.

Yuffie was lost. She'd never been close to the young witch, the closest they'd come was either at dinner times or at parties, now all that was changing. She had a feeling that they'd become closer, better friends, possibly become sisters before this was all over. She took the crying witch in a gentle hug and knelt down so that Namine was sat in her lap. She'd never had a sister before…

She glanced over at Donald and Leon, who were attending to a very unresponsive Prince, and inwardly sighed, returning her attention to the younger girl in her arms. Maybe she could find out what happened here?

"Sh. Calm down Namine…I need you to tell me what happened? Who attacked you?" She winced at how patronising she sounded but Namine answered nonetheless. After all she was only 15; still a child in the eyes of the Kingdom.

Yuffie listened carefully as Namine recounted the events that lead to the battle. She felt her heart go out to the young witch because although she had been scared beyond her wits end, she remained brave and was able to get to The Prince first. If she hadn't have gotten here then it was likely that Prince Sora would not be here now. Namine had saved The Prince, whether she meant to or not.

"…Then there was a bright light and now I can't see anything…" she began sobbing again and Yuffie held her shaking body closer, rocking her like a mother would to her scared child. And that's exactly what Namine was right then, a scared little girl. Yuffie felt a certain protectiveness wash over her as she calmed Namine down, saying that there must be a potion out there that can heal her.

But one thing caught her attention. Namine had mentioned a Keyblade, and something about The Prince being a Keyblade Master, and what was a Heartless? She'd have to find out soon, but as she turned her attention to the child in her arms she decided that Namine had been though enough.

And as if on cue, Leon spoke up:

"We have to move." His low-key voice said as he gave up trying to rouse His Highness. "We can't stay here." His voice was hard, and everyone knew he was really peeved, but as always, his exterior showed no hints as to his inner moods. Yuffie stood and helped Namine stand too.

"I'll guide you ok, you keep hold of my hand," she told the younger girl, squeezing her small hand as a reassurance. Leon gently lifted The Prince up and held him bridal style in his arms, then looked around the room. As if coming to a decision he turned to the Royal Court Magician and said:

"He'll want some personal things before we leave; clothes, wallet, and what not." Donald looked at him incredulously but backed down when Leon gave him 'The Glare' and he reluctantly waddled off to find a bag and pack.

Leon turned to the Ninja-ette whom he, reluctantly, held quite a lot of respect for and silently asked her to ask Namine. Not because he wasn't close to Namine, but because there was a few 'Female Teenage' implications to consider. It wasn't like he'd be the one blushing; he just felt that the poor witch had been through enough.

Yuffie smiled at him, a genuine one, not a hyperactive one but a smile that told the swordsman the she was pleased with him, thankful even.

"Namine is there anything you want to grab before we go?" she asked bending down to her height so that the blind girl could hear her better. The young witch nodded briefly and spoke up:

"My spell books and potions. But why do we have to leave?" She asked innocently. Yuffie exchanged glances with Leon and caught the message he was sending.

"We're not safe here, the black midgets could come back any minute now for Prince Sora. We have to go someplace where they can't find us." Yuffie gave herself a pat on the back for handling the situation so well, Namine didn't need to know about how trashed her home was and was slightly thankful that the girl was blind at the moment

"You mean the Heartless?" She asked as Yuffie led her to the door in order to follow Leon as he picked out the safest routes. Donald joined them pulling up the rear with a small suitcase.

"Yeah. Them." She said stonily, her emotions were rising again at the loss of their King and Queen. Tears began to blur her vision as she looked around at the debris. It had been too easy for the enemy to take the rulers of the land…she'd be damned if they got to Prince Sora too. She gazed at the sleeping head poking out from Leon's arms up ahead and apologised over and over again in her mind for not protecting his parents better.

"So what now?" the small girl asked clinging to Yuffie's hand like a lost lamb. She stumbled slightly but didn't fall and it occurred to Yuffie how vulnerable the poor girl was in her state. She looked back ahead at where Leon was marching, and then glanced behind at Donald, who was lagging behind with the suitcase, and sighed.

"I don't know."


Kairi woke with a start. A brilliant blue sky greeted her as she tried to figure out where she was, or what had happened for that matter. The place was calm, quiet, peaceful, save for the occasional snort from one of her friends lying next to her.

She sat up slowly testing her aching muscles and balance as she looked around at her immediate surroundings. She was in a large field of long wavy yellow grass, pre-cut straw or hay maybe? Behind her was a pine tree forest that looked dark and foreboding. She didn't like the look of it and turned away to scan the rest of the horizon. In front of her was the biggest array of mountains she'd ever seen. She didn't like the look of those either but if they were to get anywhere…she shuddered.

She turned her glance to her friends who were showing signs of waking up, and she waited for them to rouse. First was Selphie who shot up and screamed out. Kairi caught her and held her close hushing her quiet. Then Wakka woke with a groan, and in much the same way she did. Tidus sat up rubbing his neck and looked around groggily before giving a yawn and lying back down to go back to sleep.

"Oh no you don't!" Wakka said pulling Tidus back up by his hair.

"Ow! Wakka!" Kairi giggled at this but stopped when she noticed one person had yet to awaken. She put on a sly grin and readied her self to pounce on the sleeping boy but something caught her eye that caused her to freeze. Her skin paled and she gasped in shock… Riku was lying in a pool of blood.

"Riku!"


Three days had passed and still Sora hadn't woken from his sleep. Cloud stood watching over the Young Prince rigidly and inwardly kicking himself over and over again. How could he have been so stupid! He had let his charge down and he had suffered because of it.

If only he'd been there, if only he'd been the one fighting, maybe Namine would still be able to see, maybe none of this would've happened. He should have been there! Should have protected His Majesty! But no. Instead he was trapped.

The door creaked open and he heard the pitter-patter of small feet creep forward. Images of the little 'Heartless' crept into his mind, and he found himself tensed, waiting for an advance. His hand twitched in anticipation for a fight, and his sword pulsed underneath his resting fingers.

"How is he?"

His eyes popped open when the small voice penetrated the other wise silence. He was surprised to find Namine standing next to him looking so brave and confident.

"He's sleeping." He watched quietly as she held her hands out in front of her, feeling for the bed in which the Prince was currently sleeping in. She turned her head towards his direction and smiled sadly.

"It's not your fault. It could've happened to anyone Sir Cloud. Don't blame yourself, His Highness the King wouldn't," she said calmly. Cloud was shocked beyond his limits. Was he that open, that even a blind girl could read him clearly? He'd have to work harder on hiding his thoughts…

"If it had been Leon, he wouldn't be beating himself up over it, he'd be trying to plan out what to do next…which he is. You should too," she said reaching up the bed to find Sora's hand but found it difficult. Cloud reached down and took her hand, gave it a hopeful squeeze and directed it to The Prince's own. She smiled painfully and tried to hold back the tears that fell anyway. Cloud knelt down so that he was at her level and took her chin in his hands, directing her unseeing gaze at him.

"Have hope Namine. You have cast wonders upon this world already…you can do it again and again, there's no stopping you." He smiled soothingly and took her into a brotherly hug as she let the sobs take over. No matter how hard he denied it, the kids had become part of his soul and he was just like a big brother to them. It pained him to see them upset or in any kind of discomfort, and it pained him even more when he knew he could do nothing to help them… "Just be patient…good things come to those who wait."

And with those words, Sora stirred. Both bodies froze and turned to the sleeping prince.


His world was spinning. His mind felt numb and his body ached as though he'd just run around the entire Main Island three or four times. He wanted to scream out, to stop the pain but lacked the energy to do much more than lie there.

"Riku…" a whispered voice, some one was calling him; some one knew his name, but who was it? Who was calling? "Riku…open your eyes…" He didn't know they were closed. Slowly the darkness that was his vision brightened to a soft dusky blue. He felt as though he was floating in mid air, suspended in a twilit sky. Then, like a work of subtle magic, small flickering lights that appeared with a small array of sparkles softly lighted up the area. He was slowly tilted to an upright position felt a solid surface beneath his feet.

He found himself standing on a reflective floor and staring in awe at the spectacular sight before him. His aches forgotten, pain no longer gripping him. The starry night sky held his complete attention.

Then a soft tinkling of bells sounded and he watched as a flurry of lights appeared fluttering closer together until they began to form a small shape. He could make out two small legs, arms and a torso but by the time he found the head the body had fully materialised and he was looking deep into two cerulean blue eyes.

"Sora…?" His throat constricted painfully and he felt warm tears falling down his cheeks. There in front of him was the boy he'd known since he was knee high to a grasshopper, the boy he'd cried for every night since the storm took him away, the boy he'd killed…

The little boy smiled at him as though nothing had happened, as though they were still friends, still five years old, still on the Island. He called out and waved his small arms at him.

"Can't find me!" he said as if they were playing a game of hide and go seek, as though he were still alive. The small Sora giggled at Riku's puzzled frown and took off into the shadowy distance. Riku panicked.

"Sora! Wait! Come back…"his voice broke as the emotions ran riot in his body, he jumpstarted after the hyper child but the darkness engulfed his small friend before he could decipher which way to run.

The lights around him dimmed as he sank to his knees in convulsive sobs. This was too much for his guilty mind. He barely noticed the eerie chill that warped around him, he didn't hear the soft whispers until they were too loud to ignore. Fragmented sentences washed over him, they made no sense, but he listened anyway.

"Heartless…beware…help us…"

"Must find…where is our King? ...Keybladers…"

"Find the Keyblade Master…seal the Keyholes…"

"All hearts are…find the Keyblade Master… doomed"

"We're all doomed…doomed"

"Doomed…"

None of it made any sense, his head was spinning again and he felt so confused. Where was he? Why was he here? What did all this mean? He screwed his eyes shut and prayed that he'd wake up, die, runaway, do something to get out of this hellhole he was stuck in.

But it seemed his punishment was not over as the tinkling sound hit his ears again. He looked up and saw another figure appearing in another array of white lights. This boy was older, matured, but as he materialised, there was no mistaking the spiky brown hair or the ocean blue eyes.

The boy in front of him was an older Sora, a Sora that couldn't be, shouldn't be…but was. Riku watched paralysed by shock, as the boy glanced jerkily around, trying to discern where he was and how he'd gotten there. Riku's mind was racing; 'how can this be? Is this really Sora, is this really the little boy he was looking for or is it some kind of trick?'

As he watched he noticed how the older Sora was dressed in a regal uniform, with black trousers and a musket sword at his left hand. Was he still the same Sora he knew…he didn't look like him…

"Sora?" he asked hesitantly. The boy's attention snapped to him with a sharp reflex and Riku felt the flash of panic behind the intense eyes.

"Who goes there?" The boy asked in a regal tone. Riku frowned at the posh edge in the boy's tone but also noted the fear within the shout. Their eyes met; wide, unbelieving sky grey eyes stared tearfully into frowning, confused but untrusting ocean blue eyes searching for a sign that this was real. Riku unconsciously took a step forward, reaching out to the boy, wanting to touch him, to believe his eyes, to be certain he was real.

"Don't!" The boy pulled his musket sword out in record timing and aimed the tip at Riku in blind panic. Sora's cry hit him hard as he watched him draw the sword against him. And the tears came again, his throat sealed itself and his heart was in danger of beating right out of his chest. 'He doesn't remember me.' Sora frowned at him, finally deciding that Riku was no threat but keeping his sword out just in case. So many questions flew around the silver haired teen but he only managed to voice one:

"Sora?" His voice was but a mere whisper, no louder than those form earlier but it echoed across the vast candlelit 'sky'; asking, pleading, begging. There was a moment of silence where an unseen wind toyed with their loose strands of hair, where the small lights flickered.

Sora frowned harder, trying to think, to recall the boy stood in front of him, to remember something. The boy clearly knew him from somewhere…and yet there was nothing…

"Who are you?"