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Now without further ado... Chapter 4!
Sora-Xehanort woke up panting, fearful of the terrifying nightmare he had seen in his mind. Four different people were there, in a place of no light, fighting over something important. He thought automatically, four that never should have met. Then he was startled. He didn't know where the thought occurred to him, and it was a little nerve-racking.
Sora-Xehanort looked around at the small room he was in, determined to shake off the dream. He saw that the bedroom was the color of midnight, a deep bluish-black. To him, he much preferred this color than the white of the Castle That Never Was. The white of the place was very unnerving, with the white being a color of pure emptiness. Sora-Xehanort thought it was more unhinging than any shade of black than he could remember.
Then he chuckled softly at his unintentional joke. He couldn't remember anything from his past life. Only that he was a keywielder, which wasn't that much to go on in the first place.
The thoughts of remembrance made his head throb again, which pained him even more than usual. It reminded him that he had passed out before he could walk inside the Tower's doors. Anything but passing out, anything but that, Sora-Xehanort repeated to himself. So far, it was the most terrifying experience he had been through.
He pushed these thoughts aside as he glanced around the tiny, little bedroom he was in. The bed had a small, wooden table next to it. There was an equally small lamp resting on top of the flat top. It had a plump blue body and a circular shaped lampshade around the light bulb. The side table had a single drawer, what it contained was beyond him.
There was a rickety, old chair opposite of the bed. Overtop of it held the black coat the old man had given him.
Sora-Xehanort desperately wanted to get out of the bed. He swung his legs over the side and immediately following were shockwaves of pain coursing through his body. So he reacted by gently lowering himself down until he once again lay across the covers of the cot.
He wondered why he had so much pain running in his veins. Sora-Xehanort saw under his shirt was a flash of white. Surprised, he lifted up his sleeve.
He saw more white.
Scared now, he lifted up his shirt so he could see his chest. All he saw was pure white bandages covering his upper body. Luckily, one of his arms wasn't wrapped. He flexed his wrist, deciding that his arm was fine.
Sora-Xehanort looked at his chest again, wondering if the wounds underneath had healed. Curious, he reached his good arm over to the middle of the gauze wrapping and tenderly touched it.
What he did not expect was the bolt of ferocity that corresponded to the touch of his fingertips.
The sheer amount of agony that surged up from his chest was overbearing on him, so much he couldn't bear it. He had screamed instantly, even though he didn't want to.
It took several seconds for the pain to die down enough so he could clamp his mouth shut. He hated sounding so weak to his own ears.
But as soon as he had stopped, a crash from outside his room was heard. Then the footsteps came furiously up a staircase, at least it was what it sounded like.
Scared because he didn't know, Sora-Xehanort panicked. He bit his tongue as he rolled over, chomping down hard enough to make his tongue bleed slightly. The agony eventually subsided, and he closed his eyes pretending to be asleep.
One burst into the room, with bandages and what appeared to be food in her hands.
Sora-Xehanort's stomach growled as the smell of freshly baked bread and potato soup filled his nose.
One turned, hearing the noise. Then she rolled her eyes in her pity for the half-possessed teen.
"I know you're awake, so you can stop pretending to be asleep."
Reluctantly, he rolled back over to face One, his ribs and abdomen tormenting him in protest.
Satisfied, One set the tray of bread and soup next to him, prompting Sora-Xehanort to eat.
She then placed her medical supplies onto the floor next to him, just in case his wounds acted up.
Famished, he didn't speak for several minutes, stuffing his face with the bread and gulping down the soup, not caring to use the utensils on the plate.
"Didn't your mother teach you how to use a spoon?"
One looked at him with a teasing look on her face, while Sora-Xehanort's face lit up red as he thought about how ridiculous he looked.
But he shrugged it off, licking his fingers off the remnants of the food that One had brought him.
"You know, if you weren't hurt, I would've thrown this spoon right at your thick skull."
Sarcasm rang clearly through the Watcher's words, which nearly made him nearly burst out with laughter.
But then his expression turned serious as he asked her what was on his mind.
"What happened to me?"
One's face turned solemn, and then told him softly.
"Your hearts were clashing."
"My… hearts?" Sora-Xehanort said with confusion.
He was baffled, as he thought to himself; I have more than one heart?
"Yes, you have two."
"How? When?"
So then One told him about the events that had transpired at the Organization's home world. About how Master Xehanort's younger self had captured him, about how his own heart had fallen into darkness, and how Xehanort transferred part of his own heart into his own.
Shock must have registered on his face, because One comforted him.
"Though, I might know how to give your heart back."
Relief washed over him, and then he settled back on the mattress as his limbs suddenly failed him.
But he still asked One a question before she could leave.
"Why didn't you show yourself earlier, before Xehanort put his heart in mine?"
She froze, as if the very words had struck her in the face. She then sighed, and looked at him with sad, gray eyes.
"That's the problem with being a Watcher; you can't really mess with the worlds even if it might make things better. It's in the Code; we can't favor any world because of their villains."
"Then why tamper with my destiny?"
"Because it wasn't supposed to happen this way, Lea was supposed to save you before Xehanort turned you into a Dark Vessel."
"You have got to give me more of an explanation than that One!"
Sora-Xehanort was done with not knowing, he wanted the information, now.
One finally explained herself.
"The balance of all of the worlds is a very delicate thing. If even one thing happens that tampers with it, all of the worlds can be plunged into an eternal reign of darkness. Since the worlds are connected, if one is gone, they all will eventually fall. That's why the Watchers were formed. Their mission was to over see what was going on with all the other worlds.
My family had always been Watchers. My father, grandfather, and everyone before that until the forming of the Original Order of Watchers. The Original Order had consisted of thirteen, which is where Xehanort first became obsessed with the number.
The reason of thirteen is because we needed a decent sized group. They all pledged their lives to the cause, and for millennia after word, they still guarded the worlds from corruption."
"Then Xehanort came along." Sora-Xehanort intervened.
"Exactly. When he was chosen to be a keyblade wielder, we didn't think anything out of the ordinary. Only Keywielders and Watchers could travel the lanes to the worlds. But then Xehanort became obsessed with knowing about the origin of the darkness…
We had warned him that if he messed with the fates of the worlds, he would have to be eliminated. We let him leave alive, which was our first mistake."
"Wait, you sound like you were there yourself?" Sora-Xehanort asked.
One replied, "I was."
Shock registered on his face before he sputtered, "But.. How id that possible, you over millennia…"
One chuckled, and then said "I'm not that old mind you. Watchers just live longer than normal because of the magic that binds them together. But to other Watchers, I'm as old as you see me now."
Sora-Xehanort grasped the concept that One was much more than she appeared to be.
"Can you continue?"
"I think that will be enough stories for tonight. You need your rest if you are to prepare for tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?" Sora-Xehanort asked curiously.
Before One left the room with the dishes, she winked and said,
"If you want to get your heart back, you have to fight for it. I'm going to help you prepare for it."
Then she slipped out of the room, leaving the spiky hair brunette even more curious than before.
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Dragon Out!