So here's the next chapter ^^ I just finished 358/2 days today (I knew what happened in the game, but actually playing it to the end just makes it more . . . special?) and it made me feel the need to go ahead and work on the new chapter, so here it is! Don't' forget to review please :3


My memories are all jumbled up to where I don't know what's what. It's as if it's a puzzle and all of the vital pieces are missing and I can't put anything together to get an idea of what the puzzle is about. My memories contain so many different people that I don't know, or seem to remember. The few memories I can get a better look at include two boys, but I can't remember their names, which makes me feel guilty. I feel as if I should know, but my memory is so fogged and scattered that I can't even think of who they are or if I even knew them.

Right now I'm in a white room that only consists of a door and a pod that I had woken up in. I'm not sure why I was in there, but I decided not to keep pondering it. I'm already confused enough, after all.

"So, my assumptions were correct after all."

Turning my head, I could see a small girl making her way across the room. She seemed a little plain, but a pretty type of plain. She had medium length blond hair that came over her shoulder, pale blue eyes, and a simple white dress. She smiled softly as she stopped in front of me, bending down to where I was sitting, "It's nice to see you again, Xion."

Xion . . . was that my name? I hadn't even stopped to think about what my name was until now, "Xion?"

Her smile seemed to disappear for a moment, before it came back, but this time it looked as if she felt bad or even felt pity . . . but for who? Me? "So you really did forget, huh?"

"Forget what?" I couldn't help but ask. I was tired of being so confused, even if I had just woken up moments ago. I wanted to know why my mind felt so fogged up.

"I don't know where I should start." She stood up straight, offering her hand to help me up, which I took, "Xion, do you remember anything?"

"A little." I pursed my lips together, trying to see if I could see through the fog that clouded my mind, "I can't make out much of what I do though."

"I didn't think you would be able to."

I tilted my head, watching her, "Who are you, anyway?"

"Namine." Her smile was back once more, "I'm the one who's currently trying to piece back what was broken."

"Piece back what was broken?" I felt like a parrot. I think that was probably the third time I had repeated what she had said, "What does that mean?"

"Your memory is a good example. You may not remember, but some time ago you . . . well, ceased to exist. Memories made up your being, and those memories of you faded along with you, making everyone forget. Now though, it seems as though it's the other way around. . ." Namine trailed off, as if trying to solve a hard math problem.

"I still don't understand." I mumbled, wishing I knew what she was talking about. This was getting frustrating.

"I suppose it's still confusing since you don't seem to remember much." She shook her head, "But that will all change soon."

"How do you know?"

"I'm trying as hard as I can to put your memory back together." She stated, her reassuring smile still on her face, "I'm just afraid it's taking a while. It's harder to recreate a memory instead of piecing it back together. Since yours are now gone, I have to make copies of your memories, which takes extra time."

So that would explain why my mind was so scrambled, I suppose. I wanted to ask how she could fix my memories, but I decided not to and asked another question that was nagging at me, "You said I ceased to exist? If so, then how am I here now?"

"I'm afraid I don't fully know how. My guess is that something about you was triggered in someone's mind and slowly memories of you began to reappear in those who knew you. Memories make up who you are, after all, so I'm guessing that has a large impact on your existence." Namine said after a few seconds of thinking, "That's only a theory, though. I found you in Castle Oblivion when I thought I felt something familiar there and brought you here. Since you were unresponsive I worked on your memory a bit in hopes it would jar you awake, and it worked."

"Oh. . ." Of course I was still slightly confused, but I suppose I would continue to be until my memory was clearer, "How long do you think it will take before I can remember?"

"I'm not sure, unfortunately." She let out a soft sigh, "It's not just your memory I'm working on. I'm also trying to fix someone else's, so I don't know how long it will be until you remember, if you can."

"You aren't sure if you can fix it?"

"I'm hoping I can. If I can just get your vital memories, that will be good enough."

"Vital memories?" There I go being a parrot again. Polly want a cracker?

"The memories that are most important to you." She explained as she began walking. I immediately followed after her.

"What are my most important memories?" I was wondering if she was getting annoyed with my questions, but she seemed very patient and didn't seem to mind.

"Your friends." Was her answer as she smiled at me, "You had two best friends, Xion. They were everything to you. Your memories of them are my first priority."

Two best friends? I had to assume that the two boys that appeared the most amidst the fog were who she was talking about. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of having two best friends, even if I couldn't remember them that well. Would they be happy to see me? The more I thought about it, the more I wanted Namine to fix my memory.

"Xion."

I looked at Namine as we came to a stop. We were now in another white room, but it was filled with drawings that were taped to the walls. I walked over to one of the drawings that caught my eye, seeing three people. One had red hair, the other brownish blond, and another one had black. I pointed to the black haired figure, turning to look at Namine, "Is this supposed to be me."

Nodding, Namine walked over to where I stood. Her fingers traced the edges of the paper, digging under the tape and gently removing it from the wall and carefully pulling the tape off of the drawing, "It's a drawing of you, Roxas, and Axel." She smiled at me, handing me the paper once she had removed the tape, "Here?"

"I can have it?" I blinked, looking down at the drawing, carefully taking it from her as if it were glass about to shatter into millions of pieces. I had to assume the Roxas and Axel she mentioned were my friends.

"Of course. I can always make another one. Besides, it may not be accurate, but it's nice to have pictures of people close to you, right?" She smiled, "It should make a nice substitute for now."

"This piece of paper is supposed to be my best friend?" I questioned, puzzled.

"No." She laughed, "It's just nice to have things to fill the void when nothing else can. Until you have your memories of them, hopefully this drawing of your friends can make you imagine memories of them."

Memories? Not the real thing? Did this mean I would never meet my friends? "Will I ever get to meet them, though?"

"Maybe one day. They're both . . . very busy at the moment."

"Busy?" I repeated, looking up from the picture to her, "Will it take them long to get some free time."

"That all depends on how things play out I guess." She smiled at me once more before she turned and began walking across the room, "Xion, for now you should stay in here. I need to--"

"Piece back what was broken?"

She stopped to look at me and gave a soft laugh, nodding, "Yes. That's exactly what I need to do."