I have finally defcided to post this, and it would have come a lot later, but I did this real quick when I was supposed to be organizing my tech binder for Mrs. L&$, my tech teacher. Anyway...
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"Unh!" I grunted as yet another Heartless met its end by Oathkeeper. This was a lot of Heartless. Almost too many.
I was also really scared. Namine had gotten away, I knew, but for all I knew the Heartless were showing up all over the town. What if she got attacked?
Thinking of this possibility, I was temporarily distracted, and didn't notice the Heartless creeping up behind me. Suddenly it pounced, along with all the others. I was knocked down and couldn't see anything but blackness. Blackness and the swirling dots of yellow that were the Heartless's eyes.
I felt a new emotion seeping throughout my body. It was... different... from anything that I had experienced before. It hurt and seemed to stab me with needles wherever it touched. The place it was worst, though, was my heart. It seemed to rip it open and fill the inside with shadows. I wanted to say it was fear, but this was too exterme for fear.
Then I realized it for what it was.
Hopelessness.
I was hopeless, and I knew it. And that made the pain in my heart even worse.
It was like being swallowed by the darkness all over again... infinite darkness...
My memories were slipping away... one by one, I was forgetting everything...
Then something happened to change some of that darkness into a light. Like a light shining through the shadows of Heartless.
"Roxas!" came a voice. It was familiar, but I couldn't remember whose it was. I knew that it was something good, though.
"Roxas, get up!" came another, rougher voice. The swirling black-and-yellow surrounding me flashed away, and I saw a tall man - teenager? - standing above me. He had red spiky hair, green eyes, and was holding twin chakrams that spun in a circle of flame.
Why did this seem so familiar?
"Who..." I began, but couldn't finish. My tongue felt heavy and dry in my mouth. This guy was so, so familiar to me...
My thoughts were interrupted when another person jumped on top of me and held me in a tight embrace. "Roxas! Oh, my god, when we came back, we saw the Heartless attacking you, and I thought you were a goner!" The girl began to cry. "Roxas... don't you... EVER... do that again!" As if to emphasize this, she punched me lightly on the shoulder.
Roxas...
Was I... Roxas?
The girl pulled away and looked at me. Her eyes were gorgeous, an ocean blue color that shone in the moonlight. They looked at me questioningly. "Roxas? Why won't you say anything?"
"It's because of the darkness," said the spiky-haired teenager. "It makes him feel hopeless. Then it sucks away his memories. And finally, it turns him into a Heartless. So we were lucky, Namine. We were really lucky."
Namine...
Why did that name sound so familiar... and so beautiful?
Namine...
"You're... Namine?" I asked, looking at the girl. Her face lit up.
"Axel! He remembered! He remembered my name!" she cried, beaming. "He really remembered!"
"Yeah... said the boy, grinning. Suddenly he knelt down beside me and said with a smirk, "The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"
"Unn..." I muttered. This was a lot...
FLASH!
"...Sure you can! What, did you think I was gonna just leave you out here all alone? In fact, I insist that you stay with me until your ankle is completely healed!"
Giggling.
Thought... She's... so pretty. The ocean breeze blowing her hair back, the sun lighting up her whole face, eyes twinkling with laughter...
FLASH!
I stared at Namine. Did I... like this girl? Why couldn't I remember anything? This was all so weird. So confusing.
"Namine..." I muttered.
She looked at me. "Yeah?"
But I barely heard her. My thoughts were a million miles away.
"Xemnas... Xigbar... Xaldin... Vexen..."
"Roxas, what are you...?"
"Lexaeus... Zexion... Saix... Axel..." with the last one I glanced at Axel questioningly.
"Go on," he said, smiling slightly. "Let's see how much you can remember."
"Demyx... Luxord... Marluxia... Larxene..."
I took a deep breath, and continued.
"Roxas..."
He and Namine both smiled.
"and..."
Their smiles vanished and were replaced with confusion.
"the Memory Witch... Namine."
Namine flung her arms around me again. "You're remembering! You're actually remembering!"
I smiled. I was remembering more of it. Almost all of it. Except...
The strange boy. He appeared in my thoughts, popping up constantly, yelling at me to remember...
Remember what? Him? Did I know him somehow?
My head felt light. Suddenly I couldn't keep my eyes open...
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"The... Keyblade War?"
The black mouse nodded. "When the Keyblades were first created, the creators argued over whose was strongest. They developed their own armies, made of parts of their own hearts, to fight each other. Each of the armies possesed a unique Keyblade."
"But then, what does something that happened hundreds of years ago have anything to do with now?"
"Well, Sora... I have reason to believe that the Keyblade War was never finished. The Creators of the Keyblade eventually died, and along with them their armies. However, they were reborn, and the three Keyblades along with them. Sora, your Keyblade's creator was pure of heart, and so his Keyblade - the Keyblade of the Realm of Light - is now yours. My Keyblade, the Keyblade of the Realm of Darkness, is mine. And Riku's, the Keyblade of the Realm In-Between, is his."
"Your Majesty... you said that the Keyblade users were... reborn. Does that mean..."
"Yes, Sora. You are the reincarnation of the Keyblade's original Creator. His name was Joukuu, which means "Sky".
"Like.. my name?"
"Yes."
"Then... what about the others?
"The creator of mine was called Kuragari."
"Darkness."
"Correct. And Riku's... the creator of the Keyblade of the Realm In-Between..."
"What about it, Your Majesty?"
"His name... was Xenahort."
"XENAHORT?"
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"Xenahort..." I muttered.
Finally, the memory of the boy came back to me. He was Sora... my other...
"Roxas?"
"Namine..." I murmured, getting up. I looked at her, then at Axel. "The Keyblade War."
"The Keyblade WHAT?" asked Axel.
"Keyblade War. That's why there were Heartless. Because of the Keyblade War."
"Roxas, the Keyblade War happened 600 years ago." said Namine cautiously.
I shook my head. "No. It's going to happen again."
"Again? But, Roxas, the Keyblade War is -"
"And... about Riku..."
"What about him?"
"He's the reincarnation of Xenahort."
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Dun Dun Dun... Yes, peeps, I know that Xenahort is a Heartless, but think - Sora's probably killed him by now, right? Right.
TO ZE SUITE LIFE!
-Natsyourlord