Woot! I am back with the third chapter of Raven Wings. I just finished writing the last chapter yesterday so you should feel very lucky to be getting more so soon. Now, I'd like everyone to know-

Xemnas: Please just be quiet and get on with the story.

Namine: Yeah! I want to see if I ever get to be in it.

Me: I could try to-

Roxas: What about me? Do I get to?

Me: SILENCE! ... Good ok I will try to work in my favorite characters but Sarah will be the main one.

Sarah: Yay! Now, let's start the story before they get mad and kill you before you write about me. Onward my laborer pet!

Me: Umm, Yeah... Here is Chapter 3 of Raven Wings

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Slowly I lifted my eyelids. They were very heavy and the pain made it more difficult. Pain seemed to like me and wanted to be with me forever. It coursed through my veins mixed in with my blood, and each time my heart pumped the throbs grew worse. I then did what I always did when I was in pain or had to eat something gross like green beans. I couldn't stand green beans in any style of cooking. What I would do was concentrate on that thing and actually think about what it feels like. Usually pain feels hot and is in the form of thousands of needles per square inch but this time it was more like a million per inch and thinking about it just made it worse.

Then Riku came in he was tired and had an expression of worry on his face. However he was so deep in thought that he didn't even realize I was awake. He sat down in the chair near the corner, put his face in his hands, and sighed.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He jumped in his chair and then regained his composure.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked looking at me with sad eyes.

"Nope, just what you told me and I only have your word for that." The previous night I had woken up and couldn't fall asleep. So I asked Riku to tell me about himself... and myself. He told me everything he could remember, from important things that are obvious like the names and personalities of my friends, parents, and relatives to other things like my accomplishments and embarrassments. He seemed to know a lot about me and it was obvious he couldn't make all this up off the head so I was sure we had been good friends. He then told me all about himself and his life.

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"I was born on a cold night. There were very few nurses available because it was 2:45 in the morning and one of the neighbors were had broken his leg because he fell off the roof. Then as a child my dad, the martial art teacher on the island we were from, taught me to be an expert in all types of weapons. It was at his dojo where I met his best friends Sora, and you." For some reason the knowledge that I could use weapons and fight without them as well didn't surprise me much. Riku continued, "After that we went to the same school and became even closer. Almost every day we would practice our weapons at the dojo or at an island we had found in fifth grade. Then one day you decided to run away and as you told us some monster came and smashed everything on the island. Then I woke up here next to you and the rest you know."

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Then I decided to get up and stretch my muscles. Slowly and carefully I turned and sat up, I was wearing pajamas. Didn't know how Riku got them but I assume he bought them and hopefully he had someone else put them on. Part of me hoped he did it himself though. They were pink, a color I usually despised but these were a soft pink and the bottoms were black so I was happy with the combination. Even slower I stood up, my muscles were attempting to resist my orders but I was firm and eventually they compromised by making it extremely painful to do anything. After I stood up I did the basic stretches that worked the arms, back, legs, and neck. When I was done I turned towards Riku.

"Want to spar then? We can see if I remember how to fight," I asked him calmly. Riku wasn't expecting this but when he looked up his face was eager.

"Yeah, let's see if I can still wipe the floor with you." Riku taunted.

"Yeah, then we will know I can't remember seeing as how my skills were obviously better than yours," I shot right back.

We moved into the next room which was much larger than the room with my bed. "Where are we anyway?" I asked Riku out of genuine curiosity.

"I asked someone I met if we could stay in the upstairs of his place." He replied quickly while he moved the extra furniture out of the way. "Here I found these near where we popped up" Riku informed me as he tossed two swords towards me with a grunt of effort. I expected them to be heavy due to their size but I caught their handles and they seemed to weigh much too little for their size. I took hold of them and it seemed to be an uncomfortable position so I flipped the small rigged sword over and help it like a dagger. The position felt great. My body took a stance that seemed natural and I lifted my sword towards Riku's Face.

"Are you ready to lose?" I asked full of confidence.

"Not in this lifetime," he said smiling widely at the familiar Sarah who had complete confidence in herself. He knew he was going to enjoy this.

Suddenly Riku shot forward so fast I had barely enough time to lift my smaller sword to sweep it away. I smiled even wider, he was good but so was I. After sweeping the sword away I continued around in an arc in an attempt to cut his legs. He jumped into the air, and flipped right over me. Knowing instinctively what he would do, I put threw my arm holding the long katana above my head and blocked his sweep to my back. Then I pivoted around my left foot and put up a high block as he chopped towards my head. We both jumped into the air and swung from top right to bottom left. We came down together with our blades locked at the hilts. As I readied my second sword for a thrust he pushed me back using all his strength. I flew backward, sis one back flip, and landed on my feet like a cat. The whole time I was in the air, Riku was charging small balls of fire in his hand. Slowly I sheathed my small sword and with the other, took on a samurai stance I learned somewhere that I just couldn't place. Suddenly, I charged forward. Surprised, Riku let loose one of his fireballs. I did a small side flip to dodge and lost no momentum. He let another shoot quickly at me but I ducked under it. The next two he released in quick succession. I feinted right but went left, almost immediately sidestepping back to the right making both fireballs miss by little more than a hair. I reached Riku but instead of swinging as he was prepared for I spun around his body, passing his block and at the same time dodging his last ball of fire. Behind him I flipped my sword around, catching it upside down in my hand and pushed the point gently against his back.

"Ha-ha ha, I yield," Riku said joyfully, "Very nice technique. I guess you win this time. That evens the score at two-hundred, forty four. Hey, what do you know, that rhymed. Ha-ha."

"Ha-ha, yeah that was nice. I feel much better. You weren't too bad yourself. I really liked the flip," I said a little tired but much more loose. We made our way back to the bedroom, "I think I'm going to go take a shower."

"Okay, I'll see you later," Riku replied as he flopped onto the bed, "Oh and I think the owner is coming back in a little while so don't take too long."

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I came out of the shower and quickly dried off. I put on a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. I brushed my hair and let it hand loose around my head and shoulders, covering part of the right half of my face. I felt very refreshed and my legs, arms, and body in general were no longer sore. I opened the door to the bedroom and sitting in a chair next to the bed was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. In fact second only to Riku. He was completely different however. His hair was as black as a raven, while Riku's hair was silver. He wore a red bandana to keep his hair out his face. His face was hard but his look was kind. His eyes were a dark brownish red. He had two guns under his arms attached to his sides. His shoes were gold, and had points at the end. His suit was black and fit close to his body. He wore a golden glove on his left hand with pointed fingertips, and if he was angry I imagined it would be very intimidating. He also wore a bright red cape that wasn't even on the bottom and had holes in it showing its long use.

"I see you're awake now," the man said in a deep voice while smiling at her, "Welcome to my home. My name is Vincent, pleased to meet you."

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Sarah: Wheee! runs around screaming like a fan girl Yay! Vincent!

Vincent: Umm... okay… oh thx for finally getting me in this story.

Me: Yep no problem, anything to drive the fans crazy.

Sarah: Ahh, I'm better, now I just want everyone to know that another one of my fabulous reviewers is writing a story called My Tangled Past and has a one-shot called Pieces of Me. This author goes by the name Namine101. Yep, maybe after reading this she will be motivated to make more and keep me from getting too hooked on Caffeine!

Me: Uhh too late for that. Thank you for reading the third chapter of Raven Wings.

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