A/N: Thank you very much to my readers and reviewers!

Xejicka: Again I feel very honored that you used Ammi in your story, she wants to know if she can get paid... Anyway the 'fruit' thing is a little inside joke to all the other readers out there, if you don't get it right away.

I'm running out of ideas you guys... and it's only on chapter 8!

Anyway... On with the story!

Chapter 8: Você chama esta uma promessa (you call this a promise)

The Chilly Academic mused over the fact of the reactions on the two individuals before him. Nusvext seemed to finally calm down and tried his best not to look in the direction of the experiment that the older member had created all on his own. The experiment walked around taking in all the things that he saw and paused for a moment at the screen that was before his eyes. There were two figures walking down a deserted alleyway, and they made their way through the slightly chaotic part of the neon lit city. Heartless were starting to run about taking the hearts of the people within the area, and the screen captured the moments of the two individuals. 'This must be the people that Shimasax was talking about,' he thought.

The experiment remembered a story that the Chilly Academic had spoke of in regards to his 'creation' so to speak. The experiment preferred to be called a human rather than an 'experiment' or 'it', or his favorite word, 'it'. He watched the two individuals walk away with cuts and bruises on the computer screen trying to understand why they held such high priority.

Flashback
"It's a success!" the man cried out happily watching a human emerge from a rather large test tube. The figure looked around, and felt the air quickly wrap around him. '… Cold,' was the first thing the figure could think of wrapping his arms around himself.

Shimasax had clothing prepared for the experiment and hastily put on the articles of fabric, to decrease the cold feeling his naked body felt.

He had heard Shimasax converse of the past, and as he placed his clothing on his body he listened intently at the scientist's tale…

"She's been worried about you…" the older man by the name of Shimasax said, noticing the teen excused himself from the area, and with that he started walking away.

"Like I said…" he looked at the green eyed man. "You're wasting my time…" with that the brown hared teen walked away, raising his hood now, he seemed fed up with the 'Chilly Academic'.

"You don't care about her?!" he couldn't believe how much the teen had changed in such a short amount of time. "You don't care about Ames then either, do you?!"

"Shut up." The figure said coldly, turning his neck to get a good view of the older blonde. "You're wasting my time and yours by just talking to me, I don't care about that person, whoever you're talking about, or this 'Ames' person. Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Then…" Shimasax sighed and tried to control himself. "Why are you wearing the designated coat of our organization? Only members wear it."

"Would you leave me alone if I said I found it?"

"Stop acting stupid, Rax!" Shimasax was losing his patience with the boy in front of him. "Don't you ever call me that!" the teen shouted in outrage, he didn't care for the people who were trying to continue on with their daily lives. With that the teen walked away, and Shimasax asked the waitress if he could have a cup of decaffeinated coffee.

The experiment snapped out of the daze and noticed the girl that was helping her friend run across the screen. Again the panel was all on them, this was their play, and yet they didn't know they were being watched. He sighed for a moment and looked back at the others, these people dressed in black coats.

"We need to see which one can qualify to be the key, these two…" Shimasax pointed to the screen, the figures had stopped moving and the screen turned black for a moment, the camera zoomed on the two figure's faces. "Or Rax…" he said looking back at his creation for a moment.

"…" Nusvext stayed silent, placing a finger on his chin, trying to think for a moment, he was probably trying to find ways to ignore the Chilly Academic.

"Hmph," Xejicka made a sound of indifference towards the whole thing. Shimasax expected that type of behavior from the one who controls flames.

Within the Chilly Academic's mind he was laughing up a storm, he believed he had them right where he wanted them. 'If he is more qualified to be the key, then the Underground members will finally gain the upper hand, and we can knock the stuffing out the Aboveground members.' His thoughts played with the vision before him, watching the laughing faces of those who were aboveground. In the depths of his mind he saw the ones belowground with comical looking tears run down their face, and in the back ground flames that seemed to rise out of nowhere. 'They call us "Underground members" like if we're losers or something!'

Shimasax was too wrapped up in his little fairy tale story to notice he was laughing. The sounds that came after word could only be described as someone taking off the record from the record player. Rather to best describe it, to Shimasax it was like someone clawing a chalkboard, with it's long schreeeeeech!

"Now, let me set one thing straight-"

'What does that replica think it's doing?!' that was the first thing running through the older blonde hared male.

"I'm better than Rax." The experiment said. He wanted to make his voice known throughout the members before him.

Shimasax's green eyes looked back at the experiment with some shock, or horror, it was one of those facial expressions. The other two members, the younger blonde hared male, and the hazel eyes teen looked back at one another with confused faces.

"Hey!" Shimasax began to scold the experiment. "I told you the plan, didn't I make it clear. Don't embarrass me!" the replica only looked back at the scientist with little concern.

The experiment sighed in annoyance and glaced slightly at the crowd before him. "I may be Rax's replica, but don't expect us to act the same." He was rather formal in his explanation, which meant that he was trying to act different from the real Rax. "I really have no purpose of trying to be like some wimp who can't even deal with the darkness inside of him."

It finally dawned on the other two that this wasn't the member that they had come to know as 'Rax' but rather a replica. Nusvext looked at the replica with slight interest now and smirked for a moment. It sent chills down the man known as the Chilly Academic to see the Savage Fighter act like that.

"…" Nusvext remained silent for a while. "Wait, don't tell me…" he couldn't hold in his laughter.

"Hey hold up there Shimasax…" Xejicka began to speak, but laughter was breaking off her words. "You couldn't get the real Rax to come back, so you made a replica?"

The older man's face became as hard as stone, trying hard not to let the words break his spirit.

"Please tell me this is some kind of joke." Nusvext said shedding a tear from the laughter. As he spoke again he let out a burst of laughter. "You're such a crackpot!" Xejicka shook her head and laughed.

"HEY!" Shimasax began to flail his arms up and down in an angry protest. "Shut up!" he asserted himself once more to try and finish his explanation. He used his arms to point back to the replica that was off to the side, and never broke contact with Xejicka or Nusvext. "Creating a duplication of him was my plan all along! Just take a look, this is a work of art!" the replica just looked away.

"Whatever Shimasax, a fake is still a fake!" Nusvext still cracked up with laughter, and the replica glared at the younger male.

"Hey, you." The replica could only address the male as 'you' being that it knew nothing of their names. Nusvext stopped laughing, and dropped his hands to the side. "I'm no sham. I'll admit I look like him, but get this, I have my own soul. Though, that's more than I can say for you, fruity man."

Shimasax and Xejicka looked at one another, and then back to the replica, in shock. The look on Nusvext wasn't pleasing at all. In the mind of young teenage blonde the words 'fruity man' echoed loudly and all the Savage Fighter did was just give a big smile. To Xejicka the smile seemed forced, which made it all the more deadly in her mind, and no doubt that the replica was going to get scolded by the Savage Fighter.

"I like your spunk…" he tried not to snap just yet. "…little prick."

"Ouch!" the replica felt something quickly pull him by the arm, feeling it twist a little, someone was pushing him forward, and his arm was beginning to feel uncomfortable. With that the two males walked out of the computer room, leaving Xejicka in a rather confused state just staring at the empty space. Shimasax was screaming his head off down the corridor and past the doorway.

Ames was titling her white chair back, to and fro, trying to think of a couple of things to draw from her own memory. She didn't have the 'soul' of an artist so to speak, being that first of all she knew not what the 'soul' was. Anyway, she just sat there with sketch paper from her new notebook sprawled about the long white table, with the flowers in the middle of the white long counter. She heard voices in the background, and listened in on them. 'That's Nus… And…' she listened to another voice yelling. 'Hey that's old man Shimasax!' the silver hared teen thought pondering what this all meant.

"Where are you taking me?!" Ames sat up in her chair at the new voice. It sounded so oddly familiar, but for some reason she knew it wasn't the person she was expecting. 'Is this the one from earlier?' she thought and looked down at the white clean sheets of paper, nothing had come to her mind.

"Hey take it easy you twit! He hasn't been fully educated yet!" that as Shimasax's voice, it held a tone of anger and worriment, something that Ames found rather hard to believe, considering his title as the Chilly Academic. "Stop! He hasn't been completely cultured yet!"

"Ya should've taught him some manners!" Ames imagined Nusvext with smoke coming out of his nose, or ears, he seemed really mad. She heard the unnamed figure protest, he had said his arm hurt. "Stop your whining!" Nusvext commanded the unnamed figure.

Ames took a small drawing object in her hand, and placed in her left hand, but with an improper way of holding such an object. Someone she knew mimicked the same style, or rather it's better said Ames mimicked that person's style. The slightly dark skinned girl, in the plain black gown, began to draw, and she paused for a moment. The voices were starting to act up again.

"If you want to bring Rax into play to test their strength…" she heard Nusvext in a loud voice, and the door to the white room burst open. The girl jumped in her seat, and stared at the menacing eyes of the Savage Fighter. Ames began to feel her body tremble slightly, she had a bad premonition about what was going to happen. Nusvext pushed the new figure roughly onto the table, scattering papers and pencils about the floor and table. Ames closed her eyes and looked away.

Nusvext spoke once more:
"You've got to take this, and make this little replica's heart just like the real one's heart." Ames heard the sound of a pair of pencils crack, that's when she finally opened her eyes.

There before her own light blue eyes was a figure dressed in a black colored suit that went up to his neck, and on his chest was a familiar Heartless insignia outlined in red. On his arms blue streaks wrapped around the lower part of his arm, and on his hands he wore black gloves. There was a dark crimson belt around his waist that had red and black tattered fabric along the outer edges. He wore black and navy blue fabricated boots.

The figure tried to move away, but Nusvext brought a forceful hand down on the brown hared figure's skull, and buried his face into the white table. Ames flinched in her seat, she didn't dare try and speak out of line. The replica, before her eyes, turned his gaze towards Nusvext and asked:
"How can you?"

To which Number 12 responded to with a twisted smile. Ames and Shimasax noted that in the other hand the Savage Fighter held a sharp kunai, brimming with electricity. The silver hared girl knew that she would have to put a stop to it.

"I'm going to give you some wonderful memories…" Nusvext said in a strange, yet happy tone, bringing his favored weapon close to the replica's neck. The replica froze, a sweat drop slowly falling down the side of his cheek, he was feeling fear for the first time.

"That's enough!" Ames said pounding her fists on to the table. "What right do you have for barging into my room?!" she said picking up her pencil menacingly. Nusvext lightly placed the tip of his weapon on the teen's vital spot, somewhere near the neck. If Ames didn't do her little outburst, the replica most likely would've met death all too quickly. "Now leave, if you want me to do my work!" she said growling for a moment.

"Fine…" Nusvext slammed the replica against the table once more, making sure that he felt pain and confusion, with fear. "But… just remember, our actions aren't unique at all, this has happened more than once."

"Hey…" Shimasax finally spoke as Nusvext had finally left the room. "Be careful, he's my successful experiment." With that number 4 left the white room.

Ames sighed and watched the 'successful experiment' rise to his feet, confused and rubbing his arm for a moment. Another wave of pain entered the side of his head and he rubbed the side of his cranium slightly. She asked him a simple question, and he didn't answer for a moment, and again she asked, yet he still didn't respond.

'This feeling…' he thought to himself for a moment, staring back at her light blue eyes for a moment. He noticed that she had brown skin, and silver hair, with a plain black gown. A feeling he never knew existed, this was what people would refer to as being 'nervous'. Ames noticed the pale crimson blush stain his cheeks and he looked away feeling embarrassed. The teenage girl laughed for a moment, and remembered that this had happened at one point, back when things seemed so much simpler.

"I guess…" she finally spoke out holding her pencil in a distinctive way, "we should start now."

"Is it…" he picked out his words carefully. "Is it going to hurt?"

"No," she shook her head and gently walked him towards another white chair, across the white tiles of the room. He stared down at the drawings, a teen with brown spiky hair, another one with silver hair, and another girl with red wine colored hair. "sit here…" she said as softly as she could, and he obeyed. "First of all, do you have a name?" she asked, to which he shook his head.

"I'd like one though." The replica said nodding his head. She took notice in his strange styled hair and smiled kindly at him.

"All right then, do you have one in mind?" she asked. For a moment he thought that her tone had shifted slightly.

"a…" he pronounced the word rather timidly. Ames asked him to speak up. "Ab… A-Abedo!" he said.

"Abedo…" she repeated, to the replica it sounded so much nicer when she pronounced the word. "Does it have a meaning?"

"It means 'those that once were'," the replica said softly. "What's your name?"

"Ames…" she said patting the replica on the shoulder for a moment. "It's a boy's name to be honest…" she sighed heavily. "It means 'friend' in French, and it's close to the Latin word for 'love'." Ames began to frown for a moment.

"I don't think it sounds boyish at all." The replica, who would soon be called 'Abedo', said.

"You're the second person to say that, thank you." She said meaning every word of it. "Now, just close your eyes and count backwards from 10, okay?" he nodded.

"This won't hurt right?"

"I promise, it won't hurt…" she said trying to calm him down for a moment. "Relax your breathing, please Abedo." Ames placed another hand on his shoulder. "Come on, stop making this harder for me."

"I'm sorry!" he said opening his eyes. "This is weird!" Abedo jumped out of the chair. "What are you going to do to me anyway?!"

"… I can' tell you," she said placing a finger of her lips. "It's a secret. Now sit down and let me do my work! Or I'm bringing the blonde back." She warned him.

Amber Pacific

Mr. Brooks sighed and watched as the two teen walked back inside the house, with cuts and swellings on their arms and legs. He shook his head, and ran his time stained fingers through the aged color of his grey hair. Light seemed upset for some reason, and Dark tried to avoid meeting her gaze back to the young boy. The old man of this elegant abode stood up and ushered the two to walk further inside and he closed the door behind them.

"The two of you are coming back worse and worse," Mr. Brooks said watching the two teens stagger on ahead. Light sat in a comfortable sofa, and Dark placed herself on the ground, leaning against the wall of the living room. The old man knew something didn't seem right. "What happened you two?" he asked walking over towards Dark, patting her head for a moment.

"Dark let some stupid guy take the rest of my key chains…" Light mumbled.

"It wasn't my fault!" Dark rebutted angrily, taking some offence to that. "He just passed through Light like if he had… I mean like a…"

"Like a ghost?" the old man asked, and Dark and Light nodded.

"I guess it's not your fault…" the teenage boy said looking back at the two figures before him, Dark didn't seem that pleased, but she accepted his way of apologizing.

Dark and Light both explained their sides of the story of what had happened to them, resulting in to the discussion of a teen by the name of Nusvext. Mr. Brooks nodded attentively not once failing to catch their words. They spoke with clarity of the event, and seemed a bit troubled by what would soon happen next.

"Oh, I just remembered something," the old man said and the two individual's looked up at him. "Ven and Aqua were looking for you today."

"Yeah?" the other two asked in unison. "Did Terra come by as well?" Dark asked.

"Ah…" the old man with the time faded boots shook his head. "That's why those two came, Terra's on vacation."

"He left without saying goodbye?" the two asked, feeling a bit disappointed.

"What were you saying about the train station?" Mr. Brooks tried to get them back to the topic at hand.

"We wanted to know…" Dark began to speak.

"If you could take us to the train station, we…"

"Have to catch the train that leaves at 5 o'clock." Dark finished the sentence for her friend Light. The old man asked whether it was in the morning or in the afternoon, and the teens looked at one another with some confusion etched on their faces. Dark pulled out the card that was tucked away into the rear pocket of her pair of jeans and looked at it, hastily reading towards the end of the little hint.

"It's… in the morning…" Light said, knowing that's what his partner was thinking.

"Then get an early head start, bathe and get ready…" their caretaker said in a very tired tone. "We have to get up bright and early tomorrow."

In Castle Oblivion

Abedo had fallen asleep in one corner of the white room. His sleep was caused by the side effect of the manipulation that Ames had done. She was skillful in that art, and still she didn't feel like that's what made her who she is, what defined her as an individual. 'That's what we long for… To be somebody…' she thought gently stroking the replica's hair. He murmured something, and Ames couldn't help but smile.

"He's just like a child…" she said to herself, lost in thought, looking beyond the glass window of the castle. Rays of light were starting to come out, but soon thicker and darker clouds would strangle the sun light. At least she caught a glimpse of the morning sun, and that was good enough for her.

Slowly the replica opened his eyes, and he scanned the white room before him. His blue eyes stuck out like a sore thumb among the pale colors of the wall and floor. Ames was drawing away and he smiled feeling peace wash over him. 'She's very kind…' he thought remembering a time when she had helped him. Memories soon came flooding back to him, and he felt as though he shared a connection with her. Her blue eyes met his, and for a second there Abedo saw a heartbreaking look etched into her eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked him softly, and he nodded.

"Something bothering you, Ames?" he asked, as if he had known her all of his life.

"No…" she shook her head and went back to the sheet of paper. "Why do you say that?"

Abedo remained silent and looked down at the white tiles that decorated the floor of the room. He scanned the floor for an answer to her question, but all he saw were pictures of himself and of people he did not know.

"I just… I just felt like there was something wrong." He said, he knew he was being honest.

"What is wrong is that you slept here the whole night." She said pointing to him with her pencil; he noticed it was in her right hand for now. "What are people going to say when they see you step out of my room? Huh?" the silver hared teen wagged her pencil in his direction.

"Sorry…" he said softly and looked down at his lap. "I didn't think I'd knock out in your room."

"I suppose it's not really your fault, Shimasax has been working you very hard." Ames noted within the frame of her mind, a false memory planted within the chains of Abedo's heart.

"What are we doing today?" he asked feeling energetic now. He jumped off the man made bed and looked back at her.

"…" she yawned and stretched for a moment. "We've got visitors…" she said pointing at the little sphere in the far off corner. "They arrived around 6 o'clock in the morning."

"What time is it right now?" the replica asked.

In one of the lower basements

The enigmatic figure had followed two people discreetly from the train station, using his own knowledge, and roamed around the hallways aimlessly, getting lost in the feeling of nostalgia. 'What if I see those two…?' the figure thought to themselves over and over again, replaying a rather bitter scenario, and he didn't like the out come of it all. 'Maybe I should've just stayed…' he thought to himself and walked around the hallway of one of the basement levels.

"I know the two of you are here…" he said to himself softly and stepped out of the fabricated area, "but… I can't let anyone get in our way…" he said to himself. 'Phasing through that kid… It's going to mess up his memories too, damn it I should've thought that one through!'

'Rax' as the figure was sometimes called ran through the area and looked about trying to remember his way around the stronghold he once called his home. Nothing seemed to change at all, and in a way he was glad, he didn't like change very much. This was something he had grown accustom to, and he was glad nothing was distorted. 'There's no point in crying over spilled milk…' he thought to himself, reflecting back with his encounter with the one called 'Light'. 'Ames can fix him for me…' Rax thought about it for a moment and sighed.

"I'm just giving her more work to do…" he said miserably and trudged forward. Rax stopped halfway through the hallway and looked up, if the place was still the same, then the security cameras would still be in their designated areas as well. He swiftly ran up one of the white pillars and ripped the piece of machinery from its safe place, watching the wires attached to it rip, their copper insides creating sparks once in a while.

"You really plan on doing this?" it wasn't her voice but another's. It was one that made him feel indifferent.

"I promised the two of them that I would…" he said discarding the camera harshly on the floor. "I intend to keep that promise."

"The younger one is a bit preoccupied, you should've figured that one out yourself. If your past actions are already written in the skies… Then," the voice chuckled, "you know what will happen to her in the events to come."

Rax ignored the voice that seemed to try and talk him out of his little 'quest' but right now nothing could stop him. He had a promise to keep to two individuals. 'I can worry about Light and Dark later,' he thought as he started walking down the hallway once more. If his assumption was right, and the pat was repeating itself once more, then he knew he could trust Ames to take care of Light and Dark for him.

One of the top floors

"Light…?" Dark called out to him worriedly, he had stopped moving and looked up at the ceiling.

The teen was wrapped up in a hazy memory, one he knew wasn't his own, but of someone else. The setting to him seemed a bit sad, but yet he could feel as though hope was starting to sprout from that event, but why? There were two faces that he saw, and for a moment he thought he knew one of the unnamed faces…

Flashback
"What… what are you doing?" a girl in a plain black gown asked. She leaned her head over towards the figure in front. "You going somewhere?" the figure nodded in response. "It's not a mission… is it?" somehow she knew he was going to lie.

"I'll be back soon, all right?" he said, trying to sound a bit cheerful.

The girl sighed for a moment and sat back down in her white chair. She took off something that hung around her neck, and she placed it gently into his hands. "I want you to take care of it for me, all right?"

The figure nodded. "This… is this the one you found in the dark corridor?" he asked curiously. She nodded and gave him her trademark smile. "She's going to want this back…"

"I know, but promise me you'll bring it back, all right?"

"It's a promise Ames." He said smiling.

"Yeah well, where do you think you're going?!"

The two of them looked at the entrance of the white room and found their noise maker. Xejicka had been eavesdropping on them the whole time. She walked over to the two of them, and hugged both of them with both arms. The figure was moving his arms up and down, he couldn't breathe.

"Rax you idiot, why are you leaving?" Xejicka asked him sternly.

"I… I want to find myself." He said flatly, pouting for a moment.

"It's okay Xejicka, he promised he'll come back, right?" Ames asked looking at him.

He nodded and Xejicka sighed, she couldn't really stop him at all, but at least she could try.

"I'll keep in touch with you guys, even if I'm not around physically." He failed to notice that Xejicka was getting ready to noogie him. "N-"

Ames chuckled softly watching her friend getting noogied. Rax tried to jump out of the way, but Xejicka caught him in the air. He laughed, and finally pushed himself away from Xejicka.

"Can I go now?" he asked.

"No…" the other two girls said.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Nice try," the two girls said.

"I never told you when I was going to leave, did I?"

"Sorry, Dark," he said trying to play it cool, but she couldn't be fooled. He sighed and looked around trying to think of an excuse for it all, yet he found none as the minutes seemed to pass by. "I had a memory," he said after minutes of silence.

"About?" she seemed interested now.

"A guy I never knew…" he said rubbing the back of his head. "His name's 'Rax' I guess, but I got the feeling that's only part of his name."

"Huh… Well come on, maybe we can get some answers." She pulled him along towards the end of the hallway. "This is place is so… white…" Dark said looking around the walls and ceilings. "I'd go blind in seconds!" she said exaggerating, to which Light rolled his eyes to.

"It's not going to be easy… to get the answers," Light said realizing for a moment.

"Going through several worlds…" she sighed, recounting places with treetops, and a queen with a strange trial, to a place where they could change into mer-people. This place was strange, it was chaotic, and it gave a sense of void. No doubt they gave this place the title of Castle Oblivion.

Footsteps echoed through the hallway as they walked through a clear area. There was no doorway for several miles, just an end of white pillars, and white flowers, with a long white ceiling. Dark ran plans through her mind, but nothing could give her any clues as to why this seemed familiar, even though she had never set foot within the castle. Light walked right beside her trying to figure out what the memory meant, or rather why is was triggered. He knew for a fact that it belonged to the figure known as 'Rax', which he deduced must have been the figure that went through him.

Something ran through Dark's mind that made her stop suddenly. Light looked in back of her and sighed, wondering why on earth she stopped. Dark looked down at her feet, and pretended to kick an imaginary rock. Light knew that something popped into her head and he felt a bit annoyed, she liked keeping things to herself, despite that they knew each other for quite some time now. Dark looked back up at him and opened her mouth:

"Do… do you remember the promise you made to me?" she asked him softly, and she felt embarrassed.

"Sort of," he said feeling a bit of remorse, and the two of them sighed. Their memories were worse now, things seemed to be out of order now, or things were erased completely. To the two of them they thought that memories could be erased completely, but that's not true as one past Keyblade wielder had demonstrated about two years ago.

In the white room

Ames had bid a small farewell to the individual by the name of Abedo, but that was several hours ago. She didn't see any type of movement within her sector of the area, which meant that either the two teens known as Light and Dark had already cleared it, or they had yet to reach that part of the castle. She sighed and walked about in her white room, she wasn't allowed to leave the room without Xauqa's permission, and she hadn't seen number 11 in quite some time, not since the girl in the plain black gown had sneaked into Amber Pacific.

"I was trying to find you…" she said softly to herself. She seemed saddened by the fact that she couldn't see the face of the one this was addressed to.

Abedo was a kind companion, despite the face she only knew him for about half a day, but with the newly fabricated memories stored within the new chains of his heart, she felt as though she knew him for a long time. 'Just like Rax,' she thought, and sighed heavily. His name stirred up strange conflictions in her heart, of sadness and regret, but she didn't know why the latter part struck her so much. 'Regret…' the young teen thought sadly and looked up at the white ceiling.

White it was the color on a prism when all the colors gathered together. To put it more specifically, or rather scientifically, white is the combination of all the colors of the visible light spectrum. It had taken her a while to understand why, since when in art the combination of colors produce the color black, or something of a darker shade. Science and art at that point to her seemed very different. Every time she looked up at the ceiling she saw nothing but a void, the nothingness of this castle.

Ames had memories of a castle with a garden that seemed to be radiant in its nature. These weren't her own memories, mind you, but ones of her past life, if one could say that. She had made memories of her own in that place, but not like her past life, where there was laughter, no sense of being alone, and him. He looked and acted like Rax, but she knew that it was the other way around. She looked away and heard someone near the doorway humming something, and soon broke out into a small song.

"Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars…" that was Xejicka's voice trailing off in the corridors near the white room. Ames smiled and had several recolections to when Rax had taught them the song. Of course the original song was sung by a man, by the name of Frank Sinatra. Rax had provided some history of the songs, and Ames knew them perfectly, originally the song was sung for a show that was being broadcasted on television a while ago.

Rax played for the two of them songs on the piano, but now the huge ensemble of ivory keys and chords just sat in his room collecting dust. Ames kept it clean or at least tried to, but it pained her each time she walked into the room. Xejicka would stand outside waiting for her to come back. To the young teen with the strange crest on the right side of her cheek, she bit her lip to keep from giving a small outburst. She missed number 13 with all her heart. Her soul would yell out in anguish, it wasn't fair to either of them that he left.

'But you promised you'd come back…' that was the only thing probably keeping them from leaving. Still, if Ames remembered her history prior to this, she knew that it was most likely not going to be true for the one called the Flurry of the Dancing Flames. 'But I want to make it so…' Ames thought crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it across the room.

"Wait no!" she covered her face for a moment. "That was a good drawing!" she eeked and scrambled towards the crumpled paper, and frowned at the sight. "I'm not good at reproducing!" she yelled at herself.

"Someone was daydreaming again?" Xejicka's voice appeared out of nowhere.

"No!"

"How many drawings does this make Ames, ten?" the chakram wielder's voice trailed off once more.

With Sora and Amaterasu

"So that's what they were talking about," Sora had clued his companion in of the previous 'night'. The discussion of what would occur as far as Light and Dark were concerned about. The girl and the boy tried to understand what the two elemental beings had conversed about.

"I think," she murmured to herself, "that it's best that we learn of the past first, before asking questions of the future." Sora stopped walking about, and he heard her last phrase and nodded in agreement.

"If you don't know the past, you can't move forward in time," the Keyblade bearer said. He spotted black and blue butterflies; they seemed to flutter about in their fabricated sky without a care in the world, and he envied them for a moment.

"Why?" Amaterasu couldn't help but ask.

"It's easy." Sora looked back at her, he felt confident about it. "So you won't repeat mistakes," he paused and looked up at the white fluffy clouds that moved across the pale blue sky, "I want to know the past of the Keybearers before me."

"I'd never expect that coming out of your mouth," the brown skinned girl couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What do you mean?!" Sora stopped pacing about. "I'm serious about this!" he got the young teen to cease her laughter. "Their past…" he summoned the Keyblade.

"It's chosen countless," she said looking at the true form of the Keyblade.

"At one point, it brought chaos," Sora aid dimly. "You think you're saving people by defeating the Heartless, but at the same time you're creating a very powerful source that the Nobodies of Heartless can use."

"Sora…" it pained her heart to see him doubt himself. "You have to be strong," she warned him, "or someone is, without a doubt, going to try and take that fancy blade of yours."

He grinned, the last words reminded him of a certain pirate. "You sounded like Capitan Jack Sparrow." At least he didn't sound so melancholy now.

"Him?" she asked and laughed. "I guess so…" she sighed and looked up at the sky for a while. "Hey Sora…?"

"…" he sat next to her now, feeling the soft blades of grass brush up against his bare ankles.

"Promise me something," she said looking back at the teen whose name meant 'sky'. He nodded and asked her to continue. "That you'll be strong." Amaterasu was being serious about this, and Sora with his new ability could feel her emotions enter his heart for a second or two.

"It's a promise." He said smiling. "But you've got to promise me something too."

"All right, what is it?" she asked.

Sora sighed for a moment trying to find the right words. "Don't laugh though…" he warned her. She found it comical when he would pout like that. "Promise me that you'll be strong for the two of us, if I can't be."

"You're trusting an almost complete stranger with this?" she couldn't help but make her little outburst.

"Technically, you're my best friend's girlfriend, so that makes you not so much a stranger…" he said placing his hands in back of his head. "And besides, that's what partners do, right? They're strong for one another when the other can't be."

"Friends do that… but you make a good point." Amaterasu said gazing at a single blade of grass. "All right then it's a promise."

"Now we just have to figure out a way home…" Sora said flatly staring into the infinite void of their fabricated creation.

Something chirped in the distance, and Amaterasu couldn't hold in her laughter. Sora heard another chirp and he realized what insect made that sound. He turned to face Amaterasu, and she paused hearing something buzz dangerously close to her ear.

"Sora…" her voice cracked.

"YOU get rid of the crickets first."

"Not until you get rid of this bee! I hate…!"

"Crickets!" he knew she disliked bees with a passion, just as he did with the crickets.

"Are you two really that bored?"

In Castle Oblivion

There were no dates to bring back her memory, no places she could vividly describe in her mind, but she knew that she had made a promise to Ames. She just didn't know what it was. This place had a strange garden about it, with a castle towering over. Dark didn't know this place, but it was there in her mind, and Ames was there too. 'Ames look a like…' she thought to herself, repeating the words that 'Rax' had said a day ago.

The memory she knew was of her and Ames, they seemed to be talking about something, but she couldn't make out the words, there was static, like someone else was trying to tune in. Dark knew that it was Light, eavesdropping into the flashback, but she didn't mind, he wanted to know as well…

Flashback
"Can you please give it to him?" Ames asked kindly. Dark looked up from the book she was reading and stared at the strange pendant in her hand. "Come on, Dark, please!" she begged her.

"What makes you think I'm saying no…" she said taking the pendant out of her grasp. "But… why?"

"He's going to need all the help he can get," Ames said messing up Dark's hair. "Promise me you'll give it to him, okay?"

"All right," she nodded and went back to her book for a moment. "Hey Ames…" blue eyes met up with Dark. "I'm going to take care of you and him when this is over, okay?"

"It's a promise…" Ames said happily and tackled Dark into a hug. "But don't go back on your word, okay?"

"I won't…" she said trying to sit up.

"That's the promise you made to her…" he said looking at the pendant for a moment. "It was the day you came to visit." He said sadly and remembered that day slightly.

"Anyway, now that we know she's here we can go and save her, and get our answers, AND hopefully get our memories back!"

Light looked at her questioningly and shook his head. "What do you mean, hopefully?"

"What that one girl said, to find is to lose, and to lose is to find… or something like that."

In the White Room

"Oh man… where did Abedo go?!" she scanned the surface of the sphere and she couldn't find her desired target. "Bad, very bad!" she made a small whimpering sound and shook her head. "He'll pop up soon, he has to," she said to herself wishing for it to be true.

She kept an eye on Dark and Light and sighed for a moment, knowing that once they set foot into the castle, their false memories would awaken. 'This is going to be a long day…' she thought to herself. 'Where the heck is the comic relief when you need it?' she thought to herself.

"Ames…"

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been about you, Abedo?!" she growled.

"Who the heck is Abedo?! Don't tell me you've given up on me already?!"

"T--… Rax!? Rax! You idiot what are you doing in here?!"

"I promised that I'd come back… You don't want me--"

"No, no!" she said her hands running through her silver hair, she tugged some strands, poor thing was stressing out now. "Of course I wanted you to come back, more than anything, but…"

"But…?"

"You and the replica have the same voice…" she muffled her voice.

"Replica…?"

This indeed was going to be a very, very, long day, and the little girl in the plain black gown knew it.

A/N: You know what to do one review please!