A/N: Thank you so much you guys for the reviews! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while but writers block almost got to me!
Sonic13: You're full of questions aren't you? I'm just kidding, it's good that you're asking questions. There are two pairs of the character Light and Dark, the people, and the elements that are with Sora and Amaterasu, and I can't give out to much info on number 13 just yet.
Eve Lionegoth Raine: Thank you very much for the advice. Latin isn't my strong point since I'm learning it on my own with an online dictionary, but that's not really helping as I can tell. Other than that thank you very much about the warning of the plot hole, I noticed it on the second read through of it. Hopefully I can answers the question that were left unanswered through this sequel and the next one coming after. give Rozen my greetings!
Xejicka: Thank you so much Xejicka for the review, it means a lot. I hope you like this chapter also, you come out in it! Anyway there's more of the past coming your way, so keep your eyes open to the detail, well sort of anyway. Have fun reading!
Now with that... On with the story!
Chapter Six: Memoria Part 1
Shimasax sighed for a moment, watched the waitress walk away from the table in which he sat by. 'He gave me just a bit of data…' the Chilly Academic thought, and that was enough for him at the moment. He thought back to something that had occurred not that long ago…
"He once shouldered the darkness, so that perhaps made him half-dark." Xiaga said looking away from his two comrades. "That's why I thought he was the Superior for a moment…" he said pausing for a moment to drink something, "not because of the cologne…" he muttered under his breath.
"All right already…" Shimasax mumbled slightly.
"Ironic… the dark powers given to him helped with his escape from the realm of darkness…" Ruxsud said closing the puzzle book.
Shimasax placed a hand under his chin, and looked off to the side. "One who has ties to both the Keyblade and the darkness, I think this calls for more further research." He was in his own little world now.
"Hey look, Shimasax is getting fired up…" Ruxsud said looking at number 5. Xiaga looked at Ruxsud's short silver hair, and then back to the Chilly Academic.
"Yeah, once he's on something's trail nothing will be able to stop him. But what I want to know is why he decided to show up in Amber Pacific, just by himself, without any help…"
Shimasax lifted his head slightly, and flicked his wrist. "Ha! You know that's very simple. It's because his existence resonates with that of the other heroes," Ruxsud looked at Shimasax for a moment, and then cracked open his puzzle book. "Light and Dark appeared there, so naturally he followed." He said noticing that Ruxsud's green eyes were on his book. "Just like light and shadow…" he said. "If Xauqa gets those two, then all we have to do is get him back. If he's truly like the Superior, then we're going to be untouchable!" the Chilly Academic whispered to himself.
The Chilly Academic sighed bringing himself back to the present. There was nothing he could do for now, but go back to Castle Oblivion, he knew that he couldn't get him to come back so willingly, which wasn't going to be the kind of news the others would want to hear about. Shimasax's green eyes looked up at the night sky noticing that there were a couple of fallings stars. 'Past actions written in the sky…' he thought sighing once more.
"We'll find a way to get you back, just wait and see…" he said pushing back some strands of blonde hair way from his face. With that he got up and proceeded to pay the bill for the three cups of decaffeinated coffee he had consumed, making his way inside the café shop and then back out, raising his hood and disappearing into the night.
The Enigmatic figure
He watched as two figures disappeared from the abode and relaxed, he felt tense around them for some reason, because he was afraid that they would find out who he really was. 'This place is fake though, why should I really care?' he thought for a moment.
"It's because they look just like them." He said softly to himself, those two brought back unwanted memories to the figure, some he wished he could forget. His heart gave him emotions, his body contained his heart, yet without his soul to give since of identity, he felt less human. "A mass of emotion…" he said to himself pounding his fist into the wall. "It's not enough…" he said to himself leaning against the brick wall, he breathed in the cool crisp night air. He was surrounded by the darkness the backside of the house produced, and he laughed at himself. "Yet humans are selfish needy creatures…"
He opened his eyes, and the area around him was blurry. "Where am I?" he asked himself trying to see anything that looked remotely familiar. "Is it bright… or is it dark…?" he was in a void of nothingness. "I can't feel anything…" he outstretched his gloved hand for a moment, and he could clearly see his shadow. "What's going on…?"
Within the frame of his mind, he remembered it all, that fateful day when he was separated from his two closest friends.
A strange light was starting to obscure his view, and he could make out the silhouette of a very large door. He noticed that the light was going through the door, but everything around him was surrounded by darkness. He pulled out his familiar weapon and looked at the large door. "The door… it's…" he looked in back of him noticing a familiar light. "Mickey what are we going to do?!" he cried out, he was afraid.
"Close the door!" Mickey replied, he noticed that the round eared mouse was off fighting the Heartless within the area. "The others should be on the other side!"
"Outta my way Heartless!" the teen yelled slicing the Heartless with some ease, he felt tired for some reason. He could hear other voices on the other side of the door, and he felt glad for some reason.
On that day he knew that if he was able to have gone through the door he would've been back home with his friends.
"It won't budge, it's too heavy!" he could hear his friend struggled with the large door. It made him realize something for that fraction of moment in time.
"DON'T GIVE UP!" he cried out grasping the door's edge. "Come on, together we can do it!" he said urging his friend to help him close the door. He looked back and noticed that round eared mouse had his Keyblade raised into the air.
"Now, let's close this door for good!" Mickey said, and the teen could see his silhouette.
"But what'll happen to you two?" his friend asked in alarm.
"HURRY!" the teen yelled noticing that the Heartless were starting to gather around him.
"I know now that without a doubt there's always going to be a door to the light," Mickey said, and those words encouraged to the two boys.
He knew that they would see each other again soon.
"Hey take care of her," he said catching one last glimpse of his blue eyed friend. "I'll be back, I promise…" but those words fell on deaf ears as the door finally closed once and for all.
The figure sighed for a moment and looked up, smiling slightly. He noticed the falling stars. "And after that…"
The figure sat up from the void of nothingness. 'Did I escape?' he thought to himself and looked around. "Mickey…Mickey where are you?" he asked looking around.
He is very far away…
"…?! Who's there?"
Just sleep, and leave the war with Darkness in his hands.
Sleep here, between the light and dark.
"Between… What?"
The piercing light of initiation will only bring suffering the one who is in your state. Just turn from the light, shut your eyes from it.
Here, covered by darkness, where sleep is your safety, where it is eternal.
"You want me to sleep here, forever?" he asked looking up at the white vast nothingness. "You've got to be kidding me!" he moved forward trying to find a door, moving around blindly, and he stumbled forward. "How do I get out of here?" he looked around and noticed something appear before him. "What's this?" he asked looking at the strange glowing orb.
I'll be the door to the truth…
Follow me and your sleep ends…
I'll take you to the first step towards the truth…
He outstretched his hand and the orb disappeared into his palm.
Just take heed when I say this.
The truth will possibly bring you pain.
Will you still traverse along the path to truth?
For there can be no guarantee of returning to sweet safe slumber.
"Yeah well…" the teen sighed for a moment and pushed back some strands of brown hair. "This looks like a really boring place to take a siesta in." he said outstretching his hand, another weapon appeared in position of the Keyblade.
Well said, Avenger…
He sighed for a moment noticing that he was sitting on the cold concrete floor near the bricked wall of the home. He out stretched both of his hands, and two familiar weapons appeared, one with a chain, and one without a chain. It had been a while since he had seen those weapons, and now when he summoned them he felt a bit strange, since the only thing dancing around in his mind was nostalgia, which could possibly describe the way he was feeling at that moment.
"The Hero, Avenger, and Messenger…" he said to himself looking at the night sky once more. "Just like the old days…" the one titled Avenger said for a moment. "I wonder how Jackie and the little artist are doing…" he asked himself and he could only hope that the two of them were doing well, and he hoped once more that it would be true.
There was once a time where he was titled 'hero' but that was so long ago. He could remember it as it being something vivid within his heart, despite the fact that he was created less than a year ago. This enigmatic figure titled 'Avenger' held on to the memories of his past life, one that he wished he could forget at points, but she always asked him why he would want to throw away his true self. He would tell her that it was because he wanted to be himself. He met her a long time ago, back when he was still of heart, body, and soul. She was known as the first of their kind, because within the memories he knew that someone else was one of them as well.
"I won't fully have my identity or understand the question as to why, until the one in charge is gone." He said to himself softly and stood up from the ground. A sheer jolt of pain made him stumble forward, and he clutched his chest for a moment. "Damn it… Not again!" the enigmatic figure cried out in pain. His divided heart felt heavy for some reason, and it caused a great deal of pain with every muscle he moved to try and stand up.
"You'd really think you could get away from me?" that voice was all familiar. "Let alone try and harm me? A tiny weakling that still rejects the darkness, and yet, is afraid to go back to the light?"
"Shut your mouth…" he said his voice faltered for a moment.
"There's no light here to help you… Pretty soon you'll just be engulfed in darkness. You might as well just accept that fact."
"You're wrong!" another voice yelled out. "Please just listen carefully to me. The light will never shun you. You'll always find it even in the deepest darkness."
"Mickey…?" the figure looked around for a moment, trying to catch a glimpse of the round eared mouse. From his travels, he knew that this mouse was now of royal status. Still for some reason it didn't seem like the king at all.
"You're going to have to open your eyes to see that light though…" the kind voice said.
"Are you going to cling to those words of sympathy?" the other voice said. The enigmatic figure looked away, focusing his gaze on a street lamp. "I'm starting to feel sorry for you…"
'You understand why you're supposed to feel sorry for me…' the enigmatic figure thought finally relieved to have one voice leave him. "I just…" he sighed for a moment and looked down at the ground underneath his knees, "… I just want to know who I am."
With Sora and Amaterasu
"Terra, Ven, and Aqua…" Light said softly looking down at the sleeping figures. Both Sora and Amaterasu were fast asleep, exhausted from the day they had.
"Those three…" Dark said, looking down at the two sleeping Keyblade bearers. "They lived through the war of those who sought out the Keyblade's infinite power." The dark elemental being said, her tone seemed a bit remorseful. "Xehanort… He never should have sought out such terrible power."
"We tried to warn him, you know that." Light said trying to comfort his sister. "Still it's for the best I suppose; the great one himself saw it coming."
"Still I know that he works in mysterious ways, but… We could've intervened that day."
"And risk our whole existence?!" Light asked quickly. Dark tried to make him lower his voice. "You really are insane! It would not have made any difference, God would've stopped time, or…"
"Father wouldn't have deemed that day the day of judgment…" the dark elemental being said folding her arms. "You're thinking WAY too far into the future." She said and sighed for a moment. "Now let's go back… Ignis Xehanort's whole body was placed inside that sphere thanks to those three, and the help of King Mickey." Dark said yawning for a moment. "When Riku sat down on the chair of the 'Room of Sleep' the sphere reacted, noticing that he carried Terra's lineage."
"Of apprentice… That's right." Light said joining in the conversation. "Terra was the apprentice of Ignis and Riku was that of Xehanort's Heartless, in a way." He said closing his eyes for a moment. "Though if I'm not wrong… Terra carried Kingdom Key while Riku carries the Way to Dawn."
"Yes, which brings the other point Riku was the Keyblade's original chosen one, and Terra wielded Kingdom Key making their destinies almost the same."
"Sora would've been the one in Riku's shoes then…" Light said, looking down at the mentioned sleeping teenager. "But now… Sora's taking Terra's role, and Riku's taking Ventus' role."
"Exactly…"
"Still… With the destruction of Xemnas, that soulless being is out there somewhere." Light said looking up at the night sky for a moment. "We shouldn't worry so much about Sora and the others then, if his other being is alive."
"Ignis would just likely seem like a far off distant memory now… Though with him being trapped in the sphere for that long I doubt that's the last the worlds will hear of that man. He had more than enough time to split his being." Dark said putting her hands behind her head. "Sora and the others fought against his Heartless, since Riku was the vessel for the Dark Master… Which means that now they might go up against his other… with the organization that is starting to act up…"
"It's possible that he's already aware of what to do next…" Light said scratching the back of his head. "That means the next step is to look for his heart…"
"It's due to matters like this that make me glad I'm not human…" the dark elemental being said gladly. "They're going up against an almost complete human. Light and darkness won't be kind to Sora and his friends… Though we have to step in once that Nobody is taken care of…"
"To prevent another disaster from happening…" the light elemental said pausing for a moment. "If we explain it to them right now…"
"We can't though, we already know of the outcome, so even giving a small hint will put us in a bad spot." The sibling said softly and sighed. "Besides Brother, let's just let them rest. Time passes by slower here; when they leave here months will have passed on the other side…"
"Ah, yeah I forgot about that." The sibling said sighing for a moment. "I guess then they'll just have to figure it out on their own." Light said disappearing from sight.
"Sleep tight you two…" Dark said smiling back at the sleeping teens. "See you in the morning."
Sora woke up slightly as Dark disappeared from sight, he had pretended to fall asleep, and he had a good idea of what was going on now. 'I'll tell her in the morning…' Sora thought looking at Amaterasu's sleeping figure. He looked down at his hands for a moment and sighed heavily. "This is the price all Keybearers pay…" the young teen said softly. Sora felt like he was just a grain of sand. "There are so many things we don't know…" he said clenching his fist around a couple of blades of grass.
In Amber Pacific
"M…Maybe we… should turn back," Dark said softly. She tugged on Light's red shirt, like a child. Her companion knew that she was afraid, and he tried to respect it, but something in his heart told him that he shouldn't let fear stop him.
Dark clenched her fist, and placed her closed hand down at her side shutting her eyes. She was afraid beyond recognition for that moment. What Xejicka had said finally started to catch up with her. Light didn't move forward, but he didn't look back at her either, yet he understood her emotions right now.
"Dark… If you want you can…" Light sighed for a moment, he couldn't really bring himself to say it. He didn't want her to stay behind, he had made a promise, that the two of them would go back together. "Listen, I know how you're feeling, and I know you don't want to lose your memories, but…"
"You'll forget about them, Light…" she said softly shaking her head. She had both of her palms on her chest for a moment and shook her head. "The two of us worked so hard… We both struggled so much, and now we're going to lose all the precious memories we worked so hard to create… to remember…" Dark said and looked back at him; she noted that he slumped his shoulder forward in defeat.
"But that's not going to stop me!" Light said looking back at her. "I told you, we're going to work this out somehow…" he said trying to calm himself down. "Nothing's ever stopped me before, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let fear stop me now!"
"The more we wander into the place, the more we forget. Soon…" Dark said biting her lip. "Soon we probably won't be able to go back!"
"No!" Light yelled back at his partner stomping his foot. "We will go back! I'm sure of it!"
"How can you be so sure about, if you can't even trust yourself?!" she cried out.
Light flinched; he didn't expect her to say that. 'That day when that girl's name popped up… Things have been going down hill from there.' He thought looking down at Dark's black shoes.
"I… I'm sorry…" Dark said noticing the emotional weight her words carried. "I never should've said that, Light. It was out of line…"
"It's all right," he said giving her a rather hurt smile. "But you're right. Ever since we remembered about Ames, our memories really haven't been the best help. I'm glad you reminded me about that. Still…" he went back to the beginning. "The two of us have to see this through. We have to go back."
"Do… Do you remember who you're going to back to?" she asked softly. The two of them sat down on a nearby wooden bench, trying to recollect who they had left back home. Dark looked at Light for a moment noticing that he held a look of worry. 'What if I forget about you?' she thought to herself. 'I'm going to be alone…' she thought. 'Terra and the others are my friends as well, but…'
"I don't remember them, but I know that we have a connection… Their faces might not be clear, or the memories but the feeling I get…"
"Yeah…" Dark said softly, resting her hands on her lap. She played with the fabric of her dark jeans. "I get what you mean. Well then, we might as well just move forward then there's no point in just wasting time in this place."
In the distance a figure watched as the two figures got up and walked towards the next part of town. He sighed, but he couldn't but call out their names softly to himself. He shook his head, the beads around his neck clinked together. "She looks so much like you, Dark." The figure said making fun of the name she had chosen. "I suppose it doesn't matter though, to the two of you to forget those who fallen."
"You're talking to yourself buddy!" a cheerful voice entered his mind. "That's not healthy! How many times do I have to tell you that? Why not just go up and talk to them? And tell your other friends who the heck you really are. You know one day you're going to get me ticked off and--!"
"You get so worked up over nothing." The figure said lowering his hood. His brown hair looked a bit messy because of the hood. "Shouldn't you be out of sight?"
"Ha, ha…" the voice forced a chuckle, but wasn't amused. "Anyway Mr. Tall, blue eyed, and handsome," the figure felt his cheeks get red but the voice continued, "I'm back in the castle for now. If those two continue on their path they're going to reach that place… What are you going to do?"
"Help them… and…Save you…" the figure said so modestly.
"I'd expect that from you." The voice giggled.
The figure trudged along after them, making sure not to be in their way. He had told his friends that he was going to be gone for a couple of days, on a family trip. The young figure knew that those two would accept what he said without any question because they were like his exactly like his friends from the past. 'Still… I don't want to be him, I want to be me,' he thought to himself.
"There you go again…" the voice said giving a small sigh. "Why do you want to throw away those memories?"
"They aren't my memories…" he said mumbling. "What about yours?"
"They my not be something I can call my own, but that's how I met you, right?"
"…" the enigmatic figure looked down at his feet for a moment staring at the modified boots. He walked along the same concrete sidewalk that the other figures traversed along. "When… can I see you?" he asked looking ahead.
"I don't know…" the voice responded dimly. "As long as you believe we'll see each other one day, I know that…"
The figure froze for a moment and looked around; he could feel the change in pressure as he stepped into the next area of Amber Pacific. 'Not again…' he thought looking around again. All he could see were street lamps, several amber and pink tinted mailboxes. Buildings were lined up on either side of the street, but he didn't see the other figures in front of him. The enigmatic figure couldn't hear the voice of his companion as well, and it was starting to worry him quite a bit now.
Someone across the street cackled at the stunned figure. "It's been a bit too long, hasn't it?" the voice seemed a bit older, but nonetheless the enigmatic figure knew the voice, and so he feared the new presence.
The enigmatic figure looked at the new presence, and gasped slightly. 'No…' he thought in fear, and felt his eyes widen for a moment. The figure looked slightly aged, with amber eyes and a strange suit composed of white, red, and black. The old man wore white gloves on each hand. Around the aged figure a sort of strange dark aura broke away as the old figure took a step forward, and the enigmatic figure backed away slowly.
"Why do you still shun the darkness? You used it as a weapon." The old man reminded him, he gave the enigmatic figure a crooked smile. The other figure stood his ground now opening and closing his palm slightly.
"Just as I thought…" the enigmatic figure spoke, lowering his hood. "It's you…" he noted that the old man began walking through the empty street, "Xehanort."
"Clever boy!" Xehanort said clapping mockingly. The teen growled for a moment and stood up against the old man.
"You want me to go back, so that you can play puppet master?" he asked looking up at the pair of amber eyes. They had terrified him in the past, and they were what once fueled his hate towards the old man, but now he just didn't know how to feel.
"You know the answer to that…" Xehanort said softly, the tone sent chills down the teen's spine. Xehanort outstretched his hand, and the enigmatic figure fell to the ground with something setting his heart a blaze, the pain was insufferable to his whole being.
The enigmatic figure tried to keep his gaze fixed on the old sinister man with amber eyes, but soon he faded away. He stood there on his hands and knees breathing heavily, the pain in his heart slowly started to fade away. 'Damn,' he thought picking himself up, the pressure around the area was back to its normal build.
"Where did they go?" he looked about the area, he saw that people were bustling around resuming their day. The enigmatic figure walked forward and dusted his black coat off, noticing that some debris was still on his black coat. He was now within a crowd of people, citizens to the world known as Amber Pacific. As he walked physically he was surrounded by people but within his mind he was alone. The figure looked up at the sky watching as how the breeze carried the clouds across the sky blue heavens. From another view one could see a figure stand out among the crowd, he had stopped moving, watching the sky.
Once more the figure lost himself in the movement of the crowd traversing the street once more, trying to get back to his original path. He sighed for a moment hearing his mind calm down, awhile back there was a cracking sound, as if the earth was just breaking away at his feet. Now he was safely on the other side of the street and he looked around once more, searching for two people.
Days ago he would've been with two more people, he would've been happy with the figures of the past, but he knew that everything would be short lived when two certain people would start to try and back to their place. 'It's not their fault…' he thought walking along the sidewalk with a people that walked by going along their busy day. He had been following them for almost a year now, and now he lost their trail due to the projection created from his heart. 'His Heartless, a body with a wicked soul of darkness, able to take over a body with a heart,' he thought thinking back to what happened several moments ago.
He came across the image of his heart's darkness, the Heartless dressed in black and red, with a tattered piece of black fabric that hung to the Heartless like a skirt. This had been several weeks after the defeat of someone by the title of the Dark Master of the Keyblade. The enigmatic figure remembered that he had come across both of the people he was stalking years ago. 'I thought the boy was Xehanort…' he thought sighing as he looked forward.
"I'm sorry Rax," the voice said in a soft tone. To him the tone was so angelic there was no need for the voice to apologize like that. For him he felt a strange sensation when he heard the soft voice, he felt safe. "He blocked me out of your heart." The enigmatic figure continued to tread about, and the voice continued to speak in his mind. "Please tell those two I'm sorry as well." The voice ceased and soon he was emotionally alone, no soothing voice to calm his restless mind.
"Ammi…" he muttered softly. His strange brown hair swayed gently with the light breeze, and his blue eyes looked into the distance of the area around him. The city was still up and about unaffected by all the things that were happening, this truly was a fabricated world created by those two specific people and the one who controlled all of existence. Still if there was such a being that controlled all of existence why did terrible things happen? His mind would always wander to that strange topic. Someone with no soul, many would say, has no knowledge to try and grasp the concept of the beliefs of those who have a soul.
"Hey come on, let's go!" several children ran past the enigmatic figure wearing a black hooded coat. He looked as the children ran down the sidewalk breaking the cycle of walking. He noticed a smile on a young girl's face, and suddenly it triggered a memory of someone from the past of his former self.
'When things seemed almost prefect…' the enigmatic figure thought. He compared himself to the children, noting that physically he held the appearance of someone around their teenage years. Again another little memory flooded his mind, and he didn't feel anything, no emotion. He didn't want these memories, instead he wanted to create ones of his own, to retain his own existence as himself, and not someone from the past.
'Ammi' a kind nickname that seemed so distant now, and yet when he muttered her true name it brought pain. "This is the price all the wielders of the Keyblades must pay…" the enigmatic figure said to himself, and walked along the noisy hustle and bustle of the city.
Hours ago within Castle Oblivion
Xejicka sighed for a moment resting up in the room decorated to her liking. On the ceiling of the room she called her own, glow-in-the-dark stars of a certain red hue were plastered onto the ceiling. In the distance of her room was a picture that had been taken sometime ago. She sat up from her couch and watched the portrait for a moment and smile at the memory. Ruxsud and another member were sitting side by side, with Xejicka practically stuffing her ice-cream into her mouth. A young figure was laughing slightly, while Ruxsud looked away feeling embarrassed in the picture. Another member by the name of Xehart was sitting beside them with a sitar pressed against his back waving at the camera.
The number 13 had been something she was slightly preoccupied with. Everything within Castle Oblivion was accommodated with 13, and it was starting to drive her a bit insane.
"I need to do something…" she said to herself and pushed back some strands of her hair. "I wonder where the little Melodious Nocturne is at…" Xejicka said tearing her gaze away from the portrait of happier days. With that she walked around the halls of the castle humming a simple tune and pondered for a moment of the locations of the member who played the sitar.
"Hey Xeji!" a voice greeted her happily, and she looked off to the side noticing a door open. "What have you been up too?"
"I should ask you the same thing Xeh… We don't see you in the castle so often." Xejicka said putting her hands on her hip with a playful smile. "You came to pay me a visit, right?" Xehart laughed and patted a seat next to him. It was a while before either one of them spoke.
"All right then, Ms. Flurry of Dancing Flames," the dark hared organization member said. "I'm going…"
"Hey no seriously," she said looking at the green eyed figure. "Why did you come?"
"I heard about number 13…"
"…" her slightly hazel eyes looked away from her fellow organization member. Xehart placed a soft hand on the top of her head, patting her in reassurance. Xejicka's heart was racing a bit at the mention of 13, again. Once more she thought about the number and his face appeared within the frame of her mind. She clenched her hand shut into a tight fist.
"I…" Xehart sighed heavily standing up. "I'm sorry…" he said looking back at Xejicka. "But hey come on, he wouldn't want you to worry about him, right?"
"Still I mean, he left without… No, I just didn't pressure him into staying." Xejicka said looking up at Xehart. The two of them sighed for a moment.
"I heard he's still around… There are rumors going around saying that Shimasax saw him."
"Huh, you know Shimasax is all just talk." Xejicka said standing up. "Anyway you want to go and get some ice-cream?"
"Sure, I'll take you up on that offer. It's a date!" Xehart said giving his fellow friend a kind gesture of a smile.
"You wouldn't have a chance with me, not in a million years!" Xejicka said with a playful smile.
"Why is that?" Xehart asked folding his arms.
"You know what happens when you play with fire…" Xejicka said walking away towards the hallway.
"Hey, I end up cleaning after you!" Xehart said walking after his friend. "And I don't get burned!"
"Oh yeah…" Xejicka said messing up Xehart's dark hair. "We make steam!"
"… Very funny…" Xehart said trying to fix his hair again. At least for now he was able to make his good friend feel a bit better now.
Xejicka continued to hum a familiar tune that her good friend, who was once number 13, had taught her. Fly me to the Moon was the name of the song to which she hummed to, and something she would forever place within her heart and it would forever touch her soul.
Destiny Islands
This was probably the third time Riku heard that name ring out loudly in his ears. He fell back against the bed and closed his eyes once more, praying to try and get a goodnight's sleep. This was starting to upset him, and he didn't like it one bit. He was hearing two voices, one was female, while the other was male. He didn't recognize the voices at all, but one said that she knew him. To Riku nothing was coming to mind, but a name he had found inside an mp3 device. 'I have to give it back to that person…' he thought lying awake in bed, the voices were starting to haunt him to no end.
The girl, he knew was of great deal of importance to him. Yet he couldn't put a name to the face of the girl. Kairi was having the same problem, she had told him a while ago. 'maybe… I'm still dreaming, and when I really wake up I'll remember,' that was the thought that kept him going. He remembered something that he had written a while ago...
'To the girl I never met before, I'm sorry that I haven't met you just yet. I'm out there everyday in the sun trying to look for you. There's something I want to tell you, it may sound like a ramble but just to let you know... that the earth wakes up when the rays from the sun touch everything around it. I can't put a name to your face, but I know that you resonate with the sun yet at one point there was a long period of the era of an eclipse. What happened to you? The earth cries out for you, and soon your rays came back to touch the land and life around the whole universe. Do you remember your friends, the sky and sea? You probably do, even thought you're very separate from us, seeing as how you are the center of the universe…'
That was the product of a strange idea running in his head, and he had enough time to write it down on paper somewhere. 'I'll show it to the girl once I can remember her…' he thought closing his eyes and soon drifting off to sleep.
"Your name… It means Earth." The teenage girl said softly looking at the figure in front of her.
"I know…" the figure said dimly, he sighed heavily.
"You… You don't like your name?" she asked him, and he tried hard not to respond.
"It's… not that… I don't like it…" the figure said softly. The place around them was well lit, but their faces couldn't be seen, just an arm, or maybe their feet, or their body, but never the face. "Someone who I looked up to, told me that, and… he's done something terrible."
"Do you dislike him, do you hate him?" the girl asked the figure in front of him.
"I wish I just knew what that terrible thing was…"
"You don't remember then…" the girl walked forward, her shoes moved across the area. "You think it's better that you don't remember?"
"Maybe… But I feel empty, you know what I mean?" the sound of fabric began to rustle; it was obvious that the figure looked up at the girl. The girl chuckled for a moment.
"It's natural to feel empty…" the girl said softly.
"You… You never told me your name…" the figure wanted to jump off of the other topic desperately.
"That's right!" the voice sounded a bit playful. "It's got to do with the sun! Come on, guess!"
"That's not fair! …" the figure moved forward a bit. "Ammi?"
"Close… You'll get it right next time then."
Dreams that weren't vivid, it something that bothered Riku to a certain extent, his mind was so preoccupied with about so many other things, his dreams couldn't focus on the faces. Yet he wanted to, he wanted to remember their faces, but something didn't allow him, something was blocking his heart from remembering. 'Ammi' he thought, the name didn't sound very strange to him, 'I think I know you,' he thought to himself.
Something broke his train of thought, a strange sensation brushed against his exposed arm, it was warm and soft. The silver bundle of fur stared back at the teen with yellow eyes. "Sleep…" the young silver pup said softly. "She's not coming right now."
Several blocks away Kairi stared up at the night sky, just waiting. The wine red hared teen made this a nightly routine to wait and see the night sky for something… No it wasn't something but rather it was someone who preoccupied her mind.
"I don't know your name though…" she said to herself sadly. "I think that's why I'm waiting for you… so I can remember your name. I can't but feel like this has happened more than once already."
Sora and Amaterasu
"Hey you think she'll remember about Ames?" the elemental being asked their sibling.
"To be honest Dark, if they do, I doubt it's going to be a happy reunion with them." The glowing elemental being said seriously, he meant every word of it.
"The two of you are worrying to much about the future." Someone else said in back of them.
"Look who decides to show up." Dark said turning her yellow eyes to the glowing orb.
"Hey, it's hard work being the voice of the deity." The orb said hovering about for a moment.
"We know…" the two other elementals said in unison.
"How are those two doing?" the voice asked.
"They're asleep for right now." Light said reverting back to his elemental form.
The voice sighed for a moment and looked back at the two of them. "This realm…" the three noticed the vast void of nothingness. "It's going to be their starting point."
"This is the place then…" Dark reverted to her original state and floated around zipping past the area, darkness rose up from the void from wherever she hovered about. In her path darkness started to move about, and from the depth of the darkness a strange creature rose, its yellow eyes starting up the dark hovering element.
"Before you bring these things in there leave at least some part for the light." The voice said in a serious tone. "I don't want this place to be a Heartless petting zoo. Light," the voice addressed the element, "I don't want you to destroy them either."
"Understood... I never told them…" Light said looking back at his sibling. "The link that's mentally forming in their hearts."
"Oh that," Dark remembered about that certain detail. "Their minds can be linked together once they leave this place, just one of the perks of staying in a sacred realm, it'll come naturally to them though, so I'm sure they're figure it out…"
"You two are getting attached to a pair of mortals." The voice said chuckling. "They really are that extraordinary then. Then again, most of the Keyblade wielders are."
With Nusvext
The blonde hared member of Organization XIII walked along the busy sidewalks of the crowded area of Amber Pacific. 'I can sense them though…' he thought to himself and pushed himself past the people that walked by. This was starting to annoy him to no end, he just wanted get this done. He looked back at the card he was suppose to give them, and pondered at the words written on it. 'It doesn't mean a lot…' he thought and gave a sour look towards the Joker card.
"Ven wait up!" someone called after another person. The figure dressed in the dark hooded coat turned around slightly catching a glimpse of the one known as Ven. Something in his heart began to ache, but number 12 didn't let that stop him. He watched as a young teen with unusual styled blonde hair and blue eyes ran down the sidewalk. Another person followed behind, a young teenage girl with curious blue hair and blue eyes. 'I hate kids…' Nusvext thought walking along the path, seeking out the other two individuals.
"I wonder if the card Xejicka gave them is doing its job…?" he asked himself as he headed down the sidewalk.
A/N: You know what to do one review please!
Memoria means 'memory'by the way.