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And now, presenting the long awaited chapter 17!
Kairi flew on the glider for what seemed like hours, and then she stopped. Looking around to see if any of the New Organization had been following her, she saw none. She released a breath she had no idea she had been holding. Gazing back into the direction of Castle Oblivion, she wondered what was going through Xehanort's mind when he freed her.
Had he been mad? Regretful? Kairi had no idea. Didn't he imprison her to lure Sora to him? Did Xehanort free her to repent for his actions? Questions buzzed around her head like a hive of bees. None of this added up.
But she shook her head to free her of these thoughts. Kairi had to get back to her main mission: to rescue Sora.
The red-headed teen flew faster than she realized, desperation being her motivation. Sora must be around here, she thought in worry, he has to be.
Her hair flapped in the breeze, which thankfully untangled it. She felt much better to be free, as she started to feel ill when she was left in that cage. The members of the New Organization had thankfully left her alone. Except for them bringing her meals, she didn't even see them.
Kairi then resolved to avoid worlds they knew she's been before. The black hooded Replicas would expect that. So she had to go to worlds that not even Sora had been to. So she could keep up her search.
Her seemingly endless journey carried on as if she hadn't even been captured. Until she saw the outline of a strange world…
Sora-Xehanort felt as if One left the doll with all of her fighting skills. It felt very embarrassing to be beaten by an unthinking mannequin. His keyblade felt heavy in his hands; as if one more ounce were added to it he would drop to the floor like a stone.
Finally giving up, he threw Falling Grace to the floor, where it dispersed into both the light and darkness. The doll stopped in its attack and immediately slumped to the floor; lifeless. Still wary, Sora-Xehanort lightly tapped it with his foot. It still didn't move off the ground.
"If it were this easy to stop it, I wish I'd done it sooner." He grumbled, while rubbing his many bruises.
Thankful that he was finished for the moment, he decided to think a little bit.
It had been countless days since he arrived here, and the attacks still bothered him. His heart hurt even more now, as if both sides of it were tearing it apart. Memories came and went, but nothing important. He so desperately wished that he could bring up something, even a fleeting one, if only for a moment.
Taking his leave, he walked out of the training hall. Sora-Xehanort walked up those endless stairs to the top of the Tower. He saw the nearest window and opened it in a flash. The scent of fresh air hit him immediately and it felt so heavenly. The night stars gleamed so brightly, he could swear that it was as bright as the sun.
He climbed out of the window. Sora-Xehanort held onto the supporting beam next to the opening. Gathering his courage, he let go of the glass pane and fully dangled outside of Watcher's Tower. Hoisting himself up, he grabbed tiles of the roof.
Then Sora-Xehanort climbed up the beam like he was climbing a steep mountain, using cracks in the walls as footholds. Soon, he hauled himself upward until he got all the way on the rough tile of the roof. One didn't know, at least Sora-Xehanort didn't think she did, that he always came out here for a few hours after they were done training.
The sight of the other worlds always fascinated him. Like he could see the entire universe. But one thing he dwelled on often was the fact he couldn't even remember how or why he was so touched by the presence of the cosmos. It mad no sense.
But he felt as if he could escape his destiny if he just lie there. He could be free of it…
But Sora-Xehanort knew it was a failed attempt from the start, for he had tried numerous times with Riku to deny fate.
"Wait what?" Sora-Xehanort finally realized what he had said. He trailed the thought, back through the recesses of his consciousness, to where the memories were kept.
It was like they were locked behind a door with a lock and key, he couldn't access them. But that didn't sway his determination, not one bit. Then Sora-Xehanort remembered Falling Grace.
He summoned it, and with it he fell into a sort of dream.
Like how it started before…
I hope this wasn't too bad! And sorry I couldn't get this up earlier!
Review Question: Do you want to see Sora-Xehanort's or One's POV next chapter?
Dragon Out!