As the wind whistled past Riku's ears and his Station of Awakening came into view, one thought tumbled over and over through his mind:

Am I doing the right thing?

He wasn't sure where that had come from. Saving Sora was the right thing to do, no doubt about it. They'd searched an entire year and finally had a clue. Of course jumping through the portal was the right thing to do. He had to bring Sora back; he owed it to everyone. To Sora himself, of course, but to all their friends as well. Especially Kairi—

Kairi. Try as he might, he couldn't get her face out of his head. The disappointment in her eyes when he'd told her she should stay behind.

He touched down on the platform that had his likeness etched in stained glass. Not as he was now, but as he was when he began his journey. The moment his heart awakened to the true nature of reality and of the Keyblade. Purple glass surrounded him, and next to him were the faces of friends and important people he'd met on his journeys.

Had Kairi gotten to have her awakening yet? Or was she—

"I did the right thing," he said as he paused to get a feel for his surroundings. "This is what Sora would want. Kairi, safe and sound in the Realm of Light. What would he say if I let anything happen to her, after everything he's sacrificed for her?" He balled his hand into a fist. "He trusted me to look out for her, after all. And he'd want me to bring him back to her. Right?"

No one answered him; it was dark and silent here in his heart. Not even Ansem Seeker of Darkness lurked around anymore. His image had melted away from the Station after that final battle in the Keyblade Graveyard.

And yet, a small, nagging voice at the back of his mind wouldn't leave him alone. It pointed out that missing from his reasoning was Kairi herself. What did Kairi want?

"She's fine with this," he said as he paced back and forth. "She needs more training, she doesn't want to be a burden—"

He stopped. His feet were near the image of Mickey's head, and he sighed deeply.

"I know, I know," he said, speaking as if his friend was actually here. "It wasn't my call to make."

Kairi had quickly masked her true feelings with her usual cheerfulness, but she wasn't fooling anyone. Being left behind again was hardly what she'd wanted. And yet he'd agreed to leaving her behind because he was in such a rush to save Sora.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's a little too late to go back now, huh?"

The Power of Waking was not something he could use lightly. Sora's disappearance had really driven that lesson home. Doubling back halfway through a dive could be risky. Best to continue on to his destination.

He summoned his Keyblade. It appeared with its usual burst of light, and its steady weight in his grip helped him focus.

"Kairi, I'm sorry for leaving you behind again. I promise it won't happen next time." He glanced up at the endless sea of black above him. "Besides, something tells me your heart might be the key. You brought Sora and I back from the Realm of Darkness. Depending on how this goes, we might need another miracle."

While Riku hadn't hesitated to dive in after Sora, he knew there was no guarantee he'd make it back. This portal probably only went one way, knowing his luck. But if anyone could light the way home, it was Kairi.

He pointed his Keyblade at his Station of Awakening and unlocked it. As his surroundings faded away and a new path appeared before him, he had one last message for Kairi.

"See you soon. And the next time I do, I swear, Sora will be with me."

Despite all the odds, he wanted to give her this reassurance at least. He wanted to make up for all the tears and pain, the year of her life she spent sleeping away in the hope she might find a clue about Sora. A clue they needed because he'd failed to keep her and Sora safe. This was all his fault. If he'd protected Kairi from Xehanort—if he'd offered to go after her instead of letting Sora go it alone—then maybe, just maybe, Sora would still be here.

This was his penance; his way of making it up to them both. The debt would only be repaid when the two of them were reunited. And this time, he'd make sure he was there too. No slinking off into the darkness alone. If his journeys had taught him anything, it was that there was nothing more important than being with his friends.

Kairi rested her chin on her hand and gazed out the window of the Gummi Ship. She'd seen this view several times now, but she still found herself staring at the sea of stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky. Wherever Sora was, could he see these stars? Did unreality have stars the way reality did?

"Kairi? Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Mmmm?" She broke out of her reverie and turned to her companion. Goofy was craning his neck to look at her, a concerned expression on his face.

"Do you think there are stars where Sora is?" she asked him.

He scratched his chin. "Gawrsh, that's a good question. I'd think so, but who knows what that fiction-place is like." He turned to Donald, who was currently driving their vessel. "Donald? Whaddya think?"

Donald carefully guided them past a lumpy asteroid before responding. "Who knows. Maybe it has stars, maybe it doesn't. Probably depends on if the unreality has multiple worlds."

Kairi fiddled with her necklace. "I suppose it's a silly question. I just… I wish I knew he was okay. I don't want him to be somewhere strange and scary that doesn't even have stars."

She hadn't imagined he'd come to her aid in that dream she'd had of Xehanort, right? One moment, she'd been sprawled on the ground, disarmed, as Xehanort prepared to strike her down again, and then the next—Sora's Keyblade had appeared in her hand, and she'd felt his presence. He'd fought for her, too. But it was just like Xehanort said—he couldn't speak. Not a single word to her or to anyone.

Why was he without a voice? Who had taken his voice away? And where was his heart? Why would a vanquished Xehanort who had moved on to the afterlife even care about where his heart was? Unless the person she'd met in her dream wasn't actually Xehanort—

"Kairi?" Goofy said, breaking her out of her thoughts again.

"Sorry, I just… I dreamed about Sora, but he couldn't speak to me. I wish I knew what he wanted to tell me—if there was anything he wanted to tell me, that is."

It was a little presumptuous of her to assume so. He'd said what he'd needed to say before he'd disappeared. Wanting anything else—after everything he'd already done—when so many other people missed him and wanted to talk to him too—

Goofy clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Gawrsh, I'm sure he's got lots he'd like to tell ya."

"You really think so?"

Donald cackled as he dodged around a meteor. "Oh, we know so. And boy do we have the stories to back it up."

She tilted her head. "Stories?" What did Donald mean? Stories about Sora, or—

"Gawrsh, Donald, maybe we shouldn't tell Kairi everything, I think Sora would be kinda embarrassed—"

"You shoulda seen his face any time he saw a happy couple! He'd get all blushy and flustered and giggly because he was thinking of a certain special someone."

Goofy clasped his hands over his mouth and giggled. His eyes were dancing, and Kairi put two and two together.

"Me? He kept thinking of me?"

Donald and Goofy both nodded, like they were two bobbleheads controlled by the same spring.

She leaned against the window and smiled. "If it's not too much to ask… Could you tell me more? Stories about Sora, I mean. And your journeys as well. I got to talk to him about his journeys before he disappeared, but I'd like to hear your thoughts and experiences, too."

Ever since Sora and Riku had come home from their first adventure, she'd gathered stories. Losing her memories once was awful, and she never wanted it to happen again. Chronicling her friend's memories like this reassured her there was some record out there that didn't rely solely on something as malleable as memory, and she now had pages and pages of notes.

"Sure thing," Goofy said, so she dug around in her bag for her notebook and favorite gel pen. Once she was settled in, she took notes as Goofy spoke and Donald chimed in. Hearing stories about Sora helped her feel closer to him. Stories of his (mis)adventures and daring deeds, his moments of vulnerability and happiest memories, his corny jokes and hopeless romantic tendencies. And since she couldn't go after him herself right now, this was the closest she could get to being close to him.

Later that evening, as she was poring over her notes and reliving Donald and Goofy's memories in the privacy of her quarters, she chewed on the end of her pen. Was it wrong to be a little upset at Riku? Upset at herself, too, for caving so easily, for not even fighting for the chance to go with him? For giving up so easily on an opportunity to save Sora? Hearing stories about him just made her want to be with him that much more. Waiting wasn't good enough. Training wasn't good enough. How could she even stay behind, safe and sound, while Riku was risking his life to save Sora? And after Sora had sacrificed himself for her. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

Sora, forgive me, she thought sadly. I wanted to go after you, but after facing off against Xehanort in my dream… Not even being able to handle a dream version of him without your help… I'm scared I'd just let you down again. Or worse, get you hurt or killed for real. And I can't… I can't bear to lose you again. So for now, I'll train with Aqua, okay? That… feels like the right thing to do. I think.

She sighed deeply. No matter how much she tried to convince herself, she was still disappointed she wasn't searching for Sora with Riku right now. She should be with him. Why did she have to train and train and train when Sora and Riku got to learn by experience? It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, and she was sick of being shunted to the sidelines.

"It's because you're weak," she said with a frown as she drew an angry face in the margins of her notes. "You hold everyone else back. And Sora had to pay the price for your weakness. It's your fault he's gone."

No.

She gasped and dropped the pen. Scrawled on the page in purple ink next to her angry face was the message. N-o. Short, simple, to the point.

The handwriting was not her own.

"Sora?" she asked, resting a hand over her heart. But she heard nothing; felt nothing. "Oh, right. Xehanort, or whoever that really was, said you're without a voice. I wonder what he meant by that."

She fumbled around for her pen, then put it to the paper. "Sora? I don't know how this is possible, but if there's anything you really want to tell me, um, I don't mind if you… take over for a little while?"

That was what had happened, right? He'd taken control of her body to fight for her, and his heart had manifested. Somehow. Was a part of his heart inside her? Or had the paopu fruit really bound them together like the stories said it would?

"Any time now, I promise I don't mind," she said, feeling a little silly for talking out loud like this. But if Sora really could hear her, maybe it wasn't so silly after all.

She waited, and waited, and waited. The little cuckoo clock in the corner went off, the little cuckoo bird popping out to announce it was past her bedtime, past her bedtime, past her bedtime. She sighed and started doodling again. Little drawings of Sora's smile because she missed seeing the real thing. But nothing else happened; if he really was the one who'd left her that message earlier, he was either gone or unavailable now. Or maybe… maybe the connection wasn't strong enough right now. Maybe it went in and out like her Gummiphone's reception did when Donald drove through a particularly thick asteroid field.

Was there a way to strengthen the connection so Sora could communicate with her more easily? She combed her brain for answers. He'd manifested the first time to protect her because she was in danger. Then that message had shown up on her notes when she'd been down on herself.

She tapped her pen on the paper. "The common connection… The common connection… The first time, I needed help, and the second time, I was being down on myself. Maybe it's linked to my feelings somehow? My heart?"

She flipped to a new page and jotted her thoughts down. Maybe Aqua could help her sort all of this out. Sure, a part of her still wanted to search for Sora with Riku right now, but maybe Sora wasn't as far away as they'd thought.

Maybe the key to finding him rested in her heart. Or at least one of the keys. That was what she and Riku and the star-girl they'd met in the Final World were, right? The girl's key led to the unreality, Quadratum. Riku was following that clue because his key had been those dreams about Quadratum. But the other key…

She rested her hand over her heart and smiled. For the first time since suggesting she train with Aqua, she had a clear sense of what to do next. She would train with Aqua all right, but not just in fighting and wielding a Keyblade. Aqua was a skilled mage, and if anyone could help Kairi figure this all out, she could.

Closing the notebook, Kairi lay back on the bed and smiled. "Hang in there, Sora. Riku's coming for you, and I'll make my connection to you stronger, I swear."

The Gummi Ship would be arriving on the Land of Departure tomorrow, and then her training would begin in earnest. Someday soon Sora would come home to them, of that she was certain. Then they could finally be together like they'd promised.

She rolled over and stared up at the stars. Whether the unreality had stars or not, she knew all worlds, all realities, shared the same sky.

"See you soon."

A/N: I finished Melody of Memory yesterday, and the plot bunnies soon took hold! I wanted to explore Riku and Kairi's mental states after the events of the game, plus a few plot speculation/headcanon things that popped into my mind, and this was the result. I have some general thoughts on the game overall that I might share later on, but for now, this is my initial reaction. Thank you for reading!