Epilogue

Still, Ienzo was sad to see Destiny Islands fade from behind them. It was raining here, too, and despite his initial worry about visibility Riku seemed nonplussed. "I've flown through worse," he said. "Try to relax."

But it was nearly impossible. The thought of going to the basement had his heart beating hard, a slick anxiety chasing away the joy and freedom he'd felt the past month. Ienzo took slow, deep breaths. After so many days in shorts and sandals, his normal clothes felt constricting, and Riku looked odd in his adventure wear.

The flight was both too long and too short. He'd accumulated a small bag of things in his time there-mostly weather-appropriate clothing-but he'd also brought along a few souvenirs that Kairi had helped him pick in an attempt to placate the others of his absence. And some foodstuffs he couldn't get here. He couldn't help it.

The day was clear, though cloudy, when they landed, and, Ienzo noted with a strange irony, when he disembarked it felt cold. He scoffed to himself.

Dilan was standing guard at the entrance. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said dryly. "Wasn't sure we'd ever see you again. With a bloody tan , too."

Ienzo rolled his eyes. "Good day, Dilan."

The castle felt massive and brutal, though Ienzo noted Aeleus had made some more progress with the paint. Though he'd cleaned his bedroom before he left, it smelled a bit dusty. He set down his things.

Procrastinating wasn't going to help.

Riku squeezed his shoulder. "Ienzo?"

"I'm… I'm alright." He found himself glad he hadn't eaten much at breakfast. "Right. If you would just… give me a moment to change."

"Change?"

"Yes."

He nodded once. "I'll be right outside."

Ienzo took a deep breath. Took two. He went over to his wardrobe, took out the black slacks, the white shirt, the sweater vest. The boots, the ascot. With shaking hands he took his lab coat off of its hanger.

The apprentice garb felt heavy on him, and its fit was different; he must've gotten more exercise on the islands than he thought. He looked at himself in the mirror. "Right," he said softly.

Riku appraised him when he came out. "Ready?"

"...As I'll ever be."

The walk down to the lab felt long. He realized he hadn't even checked to see if Even or Ansem would be down there, but when they got down it was empty, the computer asleep, the room in semidarkness. Ienzo didn't realize he was almost gasping for air until Riku squeezed his shoulder. "Are you sure about this?"

Wearily, Ienzo nodded. He approached the keypad. He typed in the default password, and the door slid open.

He wasn't sure what he expected-darkness rolling out, running at him-but nothing happened. "I don't smell or sense much," Riku said. He drew his Keyblade. "Stay close, just in case."

They walked down the long, long ramp to the second lab door. The air smelled musty, stale, but not much worse than that, the lights flickering unevenly down the hall. Ienzo felt shaky, weak, already choked up. At first he wasn't sure if he were seeing things, shadows flickering. Riku surveyed the space warily.

He took slow, shaky steps. The offices were all the way at the end of the corridor, past all of the cells. Their doors were open, unoccupied, but the whole place was in disarray; mattresses torn to shreds, gouges taken out of the floors and walls, sinks and toilets ripped from their joints. "You kept people here?" Riku asked, in a neutral voice.

"...Yes." He swallowed. "It takes some a long time to fall to darkness." He imagined, not for the first time, how his subjects might have felt. Dazed, terrified, in pain. He did remember them screaming out-either in anger, in fear, or in grief. He remembered himself giving them psychological profiles as a child-some had thought he, too, was a victim and tried to save him, only for their horror to grow that much more when they realized he was apart of it.

The pain he'd inflicted echoed heavily around the room as the memories poured in. Xehanort, or Even, or Dilan gently nudging him to do this, that, or another awful thing. Wanting to do it without their prodding as well. Seeing his family members do so in turn.

"How many?" Riku asked.

Ienzo swallowed. "A little over a hundred. But… what we wrought here… spread across the world-the seeker of darkness's artificial Heartless-"

Riku rested a hand on his back. "You were a child. If you were anything like me… they used you."

Somehow Ienzo made it to the office. It was a large space, with filing cabinets to one side, a few computers to another, a printer in the far back. Chemistry supplies, glassware, and a fume hood were to the center right of the back wall. Black-topped worktables were also towards the back, a Bunsen burner left out connected to the gas line. In a lot of ways it looked untouched, like it was that hectic and horrifying day they'd been turned. A coffee cup sat on the table in the center of the room, its contents long evaporated. Papers were still spread across the desk, someone's old, moldering lab coat on the back of a chair.

Ienzo's knees gave out.

"Ienzo!" Riku cried.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. It was all so… casual. Mundane.

This had been his normal. School days spent here, torturing other people, other kids, because he thought it was for the greater good. What were a few sacrifices for knowledge? To understand human nature?

He made an odd, guttural noise. "I'm sorry." He sounded like a wounded animal. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Ienzo?" Riku knelt next to him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Look at me."

The tile floor was cold and dusty under his hands. He wanted to rip the file cabinets from the walls and destroy everything-

"Look at me."

Ienzo did so, breathing through his teeth. Despite it all, there was still somehow tenderness in Riku's eyes.

"Apologizing can't help them now," he said. "But what we can do to help is to preserve the memory of who they once were."

He felt so incredibly heavy. "I killed them."

"Xehanort and the darkness made you. Weren't these guys your only family? If you hadn't listened, what would've happened to you?"

"I'd be alone." His chest hurt. "I'd be an orphan."

"It was all you knew. What happened to the Zo who forgave himself on the island?"

Ienzo looked down.

"Huh?" he prompted.

"Do you think I deserve forgiveness?"

"Yes. I do. I think you were a victim too. Just like I was one of my Ansem's."

Ansem had said the same thing. The pain bled out of him. Riku let him cry, and mourn the person he could've been if not for all this. "Alright," he said at last. "Alright. Alright."

Riku helped him to his feet and wiped the tear from his face. "Better," he said gently. "Where are these files?"

"Over… over here." His knees were still shaky. He pulled open the drawer. "Help me…" He hefted them over to the scanner. "Digitize them. So they never get forgotten."

"Right. Of course."

It was a tedious, annoying task, but seeing the images, the people , get uploaded into the system, Ienzo felt something like relief. Once it was all-finally-done, he checked with his phone and the network that the data was safe. "All these years," he said softly. "We kept the results, the data, but this was all left here to rot."

"Easier to forget the price that way," Riku said. "We can do something with this."

"I'll talk to the others. See how they feel. But seeing as all this-" He spread his hands, "Is due to my influence… I think I can guilt them all into agreeing."

"For some reason I don't think they'll need much persuading." Riku kissed him once, lightly. "Are you ready to leave?"

He looked around the room. He noticed a document on the table with his childhood self's handwriting. He touched it once, turned it over. "I think so," he said. "I think so."

"Ansem? Can I speak to you?"

The man looked up from his writing desk, startled to be called his name. "Oh, Ienzo, it's so good to see you," he said. "I feel as though it's been ages. You look so wonderfully well. Did you have a good time?"

"I truly did," he said. "There was a lot I learned. But I'd…" He exhaled. "I realized something."

Ansem gestured for him to sit in the opposite chair, so he did.

"I recall you telling me I am one of the victims of what happened here," he said slowly.

"Yes. I believe that is true."

"Staying with Riku's family… seeing what type of life he used to have, what I could've had… it… so much of it shifted my perspective." Ienzo cleared his throat and knotted his hands. "I think I've started to forgive myself, but moreover… I… I want to do something to honor those we destroyed."

Ansem's face slackened a little.

"Riku helped me digitize the personal files of the victims. I feel like… by accepting responsibility openly… we can give the townspeople closure. Ensure their memories aren't lost. We can't bring them back, but using what we've learned… we can help the people here move forward. Help heal their hearts." He spoke quickly, not at all encouraged by his expression. "Please, master. This is because of me. I want to do something-even if it is so simple as a memorial."

A long pause. Ansem tapped the tips of his fingers together. "That is very wise, Ienzo," he said at last. "I think it's a good first move. I think myself, and the others, agree heartily."

He took a deep breath. "Moreover… I think I would like to leave Radiant Garden."

Ansem's eyebrows shot up.

"I know it probably seems selfish-" He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact. "I have so much to atone for. But being there, in Destiny Islands, I… I just need time, I need time to figure out who I can be, before I'm truly emotionally able to do all the work here that I need to. I'd like to move there and attend university." He bowed his head and realized he was asking for permission. "I want to heal, and experience normalcy, and in order to do that in any meaningful way I have to leave. The memories are too painful. There's too much unsaid."

Ansem smiled kindly. "Ienzo," he said. "Why are you trying to convince me?"

He looked up.

"I think that would be wonderful for you," he said. "I always thought you were so young to be weighed down by so much. I'm your father. Of course I'm going to support whatever you think you need."

"Thank you."

"I just have to ask…" He chuckled a little. "This isn't just because of the boy, is it?"

Ienzo blinked. "I do love him, but no," he said. "I'm not going just to be with him. ...Though that will be a perk."

"You have no idea how much it soothes me to know you're beginning to move on," Ansem said. "For the longest time I felt like I've damned you. Whatever I can provide-money, an official letter, name it."

"I still have to figure it all out. They just barely know of other worlds. How would they deal with an immigrant? I don't think forged papers would be good enough."

Ansem sat back. "I seem to recall a good friend of your beloved has sway with the mayor," he said.

"Kairi," he said. "I completely forgot."

"You may want to start there. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to introduce you."

"...Yes." Ienzo was dizzy. "Yes. That's a good place to start."

"You're what. " Even's nostrils flared.

"I'm leaving, Even," Ienzo said. As much as he'd braced himself for this conversation, he was still not looking forward to Even's reaction. "I just… I need time. I need space. I need to learn how to be me… and I can't do that here."

Even sniffed. "The boy's been too much influence on you. All of the tenderheartedness, the ideas… Life won't be easy, Ienzo."

"But it will be normal," he said. "I think that's what I need in order to begin to heal. A… controlled environment. A vacuum."

This made him soften a little.

" I need to have control," he said. "And if I stay here, for now, I'll only be reminded of when I didn't have that. It's not forever. Or maybe it is, that is yet to be determined."

Even sighed. "I see," he said. "Ienzo… child… there's so much I have to do to make up to you, and you're just leaving ?"

Ienzo smiled. "Then support my decision," he said. "Moreover, with the phones… it's not as though I'll never see you again. And we can still work together, as well. I think… one of the things you can help me do is spearhead the memorial with me."

Even took a breath.

"I know you want to atone just as much, if not more, than I do. Help me accept their pain, Even, and make sure they don't get forgotten. And that nothing like this happens again."

"Yes," he said softly. "Alright."

"Thank you." He turned to leave, but Even spoke.

"It is… easy, to get caught up in the guilt and the grief," he said, "And let it paralyze one. So often I feel as though I'll never have enough time to even begin mitigating the damage I've done to this world." His green eyes were sharp, reddened at the edges. "My mistakes were mine more than yours were yours. Yet…"

"In the end you chose to give up everything in order to stop Xehanort," Ienzo said. "You deserve to be here. You deserve life too, Even."

He chuckled. "You have gotten soft, child," he said. He squeezed Ienzo's shoulder. "It suits you. But don't let go of all that bitterness just yet. Use it. Build your new life just to spite us all."

Ienzo nodded. "I likely shall."

Even sighed. "I will miss you," he said. "But I understand."

"And I you, I think," Ienzo said.

"Though if you're going there we must come up with a way to protect your complexion," he said, snapping into brightness, though Ienzo saw his eyes watering. "I'll get to it at once. We can't have you end up with… moles, or worse, you're so fair."

He chuckled. "Thank you, Even."

"You'll… you'll take care of yourself?"

"I will if you will."

Even smiled.

"Truly, Even, you lecture me for working too hard, yet I'm not sure you sleep."

A beat, a moment. "Take care, Ienzo," Even said. "I do hope this new life treats you well."

He nodded. He nearly left, but acting on impulse, he hugged Even once, quickly. "I'll be back to collect that sunscreen, I'm sure," he said. "I'll see you before I leave."

"Yes, yes, leaving me with more work, as always." A smile.

The apartment had come pre-furnished, but was cramped. The sink leaked. Most of the microwave buttons did not work, and the electric stove heated unevenly. If Ienzo was not quick to shower in the morning, the other flats in the building used up all the hot water.

It was run-down, but it was his, and he loved it.

Riku groaned a little when he got up. "Why," was all he said.

"I have to get to work," Ienzo said. "I told you last night I'd be getting up early and if you wanted decent sleep to go home. I warned you."

He sighed heavily. "To be fair, after what we did, I didn't think I could move."

He rolled his eyes and went to go shower. He'd made it for the hot water, though under the wire. When he came back out to get dressed Riku had pulled the blanket over himself, like a burrito. "Don't you have class to get ready for?"

"Yes, and if I don't go now I'll be late." Still, he didn't move.

"The last thing I want is for you to become a ne'er do well on my watch," he said. He grabbed his apron from the closet door handle.

" Fine. " He got up and started putting on his discarded uniform. "As long as I can be the first customer. You're not going to make me wait outside until open again, are you?"

"The last time I didn't my manager was unhappy."

"You are the worst sometimes."

Ienzo smirked. "You still keep coming back."

The left the apartment together, down the rickety narrow staircase. The sun was just starting to rise. The days, lately, seemed long; but they were full, and Ienzo no longer dreaded them. He found the keys in his bag and unlocked the cafe's door. "See you in half an hour," he said breezily to Riku, who just rolled his eyes and sat at one of the outdoor tables.

Most days he didn't mind this work. Opening the cafe meant he got out of work early, leaving the day open for his classes, or seeing people, or simply existing in this strange city. It wasn't forever-he had reason to believe he'd be offered a student research position at university, and that would cover most of his living expenses. Ansem had given him money, but he didn't want to touch it unless he had to.

Sometimes admittedly if he was having a frustrating day-if customers were awful to him or the espresso machine was on the fritz yet again -Ienzo felt his genius was being wasted being a barista. But most of the time, he liked the work, baking and making coffee the most. It was objective, harmless. I wanted normal, he'd think.

He counted in the drawers, put the breakfast pastries in their displays. Warmed up the machines and made coffee. He'd been promoted to keyholder when the manager saw how efficiently he was able to work, and that meant opening shifts. Sometimes on breaks he'd sit with a book and watch the people go by.

He hadn't realized life could be gentle.

He saw Riku making faces at him through the window, and though he knew it was unnecessary, Ienzo waited until it was six on the dot to let him in.

"You're a horrible boyfriend," Riku said.

"Sure I am. Your usual?"

"You're bankrupting me." He placed a note on the counter. He made Riku's latte and handed him the usual buttered croissant, and before the morning rush, sat with him to have his own breakfast. "So, later," Riku said. "Couple of us are getting together at Sora's. You in?"

Ienzo sighed. "I'd love to, but I have to finish that paper. I've procrastinated enough." He seemed to be angling towards a degree in psychology with a minor in literature. He could use this to help people-he was trying to help Sora, who seemed to at least be more willing to open up. It was a start.

"Come anyway."

"Then I'd have to stay up all night."

"...Like you haven't done that before."

"Anyway, don't you have a test to study for?"

"So?"

Ienzo sighed. "I'll come, but I'll be late."

Riku leaned over and kissed him. "I should try to grab the ferry. Looks like you've got customers."

There were already a few people over at Sora's by the time Ienzo had done enough schoolwork to justify going. "Oh, you made it!" Sora said.

"And I brought snacks."

"Yay, snacks!"

"Easy to please, as always," Ienzo said, and Sora stuck out his tongue.

All of this wasn't easy, but it was slowly getting easier. Sometimes Ienzo felt he was living a lie, not disclosing his past to everyone he met. As he made true, real friends here, it became apparent that this would be something he had to figure out how to deal with. Darkness still poked out from time to time.

There was some kind of movie playing on TV; Sephie and Tidus were arguing over what to watch. "But this is the good part!" Sephie said.

"I don't care, it sucks."

Someone had put on music, an upbeat pop song. Only Riku and Ienzo were of age to drink, but somehow someone had brought some wine. A normal Friday. His phone chimed with a text; a file from Even. Call me. Ienzo sighed and went onto the balcony. "Do I even want to know what time it is for you?" he asked, as prelude.

"This is what we've come up with," Even said. "Can you let me know what you think? If it passes your muster?"

"Even, you know it's better if these things are symbolic. It's more meaningful that way."

"I know, I know, I know, I've heard enough from your father."

"I do look forward to seeing it," he said. "The notes from the committee were helpful, at least. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Out and about, are you?" Even asked.

"Ah-quite."

A pause. "You're eating well, and all that?"

He smiled. "Yes, Even."

"Because you know I raised you to-"

"I promise I'm getting all my fruits and vegetables."

"Right. Ah."

"Go sleep, Even. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"As long as you do."

He hung up. The moon was full, and it was glinting on the ocean. Ienzo heard the back door slide open. "What are you doing here, all alone?" Riku asked.

"Even called me. He has a new draft of the memorial."

"Oh," he said softly.

Ienzo smiled. "It's alright. I think we're getting close."

He offered him a glass of wine, which Ienzo took. "Are you glad you came after all?" he asked him.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"I just… I dunno. I want to make sure you're happy."

"Well, I am." He chuckled a little. "As much as I can be. It's just that… sometimes the darkness still… comes out." They both nightmared, occasionally. Sometimes Ienzo heard Riku cry out in his sleep for Sora or Kairi.

"It… does."

"Are you happy?"

"As much as I can be."

Ienzo nudged him. He rested a hand on Riku's waist.

"I'm just glad to… have time," Riku said. "I think I'm understanding that… it's not all gonna get snatched away."

"Good. I told you as much, though I know why…" He sighed. "Sometimes I still feel like I'm going to wake up in that… stark white castle. But then I wake up with you."

Riku kissed him. "I can't wait to figure it all out together."

"Yes. Exactly."

The door opened again; Kairi was smirking. "Alright, lovebirds. Do you want to want to play dominoes or what?"

"Oh, absolutely," Ienzo said, "I'm going to wipe the floor with you all."

"Easy there, killer," Riku said.

And they went inside, to the rest of their lives.