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Presenting chapter 23!
The Organization stood around and paced impatiently as they waited for their Superior to give them commands. Young Xehanort was standing off to the side of the corridor, his eyes burning with pent up frustration.
His older self was seemingly getting more and more regretful of battling with the Lights. But that can't be helped. But it isn't that he was worried that the darknesses wouldn't win. Of course the darknesses were going to make the Lights fade back to were that pitiful place that they had come from. But they couldn't do it without Xehanort. No matter how much the other copies tried, no one can match the old man.
But now, the Superior was in his chambers. He said that he was working out a new plan for taking out the Lights. Young Xehanort didn't believe him for a second. Of course he never told anyone the doubt, the rest of the Replicas would kill him without another thought more.
Finally, the younger version of Xehanort could not take waiting any longer. He gathered up his courage and barged through the study's door. Bracing for pain, Young Xehanort held up his arm defensively. He also tightly shut his eyes. But strangely enough, there was nothing unbearable happening to him. Reluctantly opening his eye a crack, he didn't see his older self.
Trusting the silence well enough, the teen relaxed. He gazed upon the study with curiosity, looking for the Superior. He didn't seem to be anywhere. Unease settled in as he went on searching like Xehanort was playing hide and seek with him, but so far Xehanort's younger self is losing.
Completely confused about were the Leader of the New Organization went, the white haired teen started to call out. "Superior… Master Xehanort, where are you? The darknesses are waiting for your orders sir!"
But his words just fell into silence. This much was now plain and simple to the Young Master Xehanort. His older self was gone. But still, he kept on searching. Looking in the drawers, he searched for some sign to see where the old man had gone. Unfortunately, there was none. The Superior had covered his tracks too well. Growling in frustration, the teen stalked out of the study. I'm going to have to put a bell on that old man. He is much more deceitful than what meets the eye, the arrogant young teen thought to himself.
But if the youth had paid any closer attention, he would have noticed one anomaly in the study. There was a mass overtop the desk. Young Xehanort had thought nothing of it. But it was a black coat, left behind by the leader of the New Organization. It was a message, and it was obviously clear.
I resign.
The old man chuckled as he made his way over the galaxy. It was so easy to sneak out of Castle Oblivion. None of the members knew where he was or where he was going. But One did, she convinced him to make this choice.
It was another thing to be put right.
He picked up speed on his keyblade glider. In the center of the glider, it seemed that it looked like some animal. It had unnerving blue eyes and large horns at the top of its head. On the right, top side, the same eye was on a long scepter connecting to one horn, while the one opposite held a large, mangled wing. On the bottom held two, much smaller wings. The colors of black, gray, and white were intertwining through out the keyblade glider. But the only thing unsettling was the blue eyes. They didn't belong.
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Master Xehanort looked away from the eye's piercing glare. The icy look it held was critical, as if it could possibly be ashamed of its master's crimes.
"But don't worry," the old man told the eye, also to himself, "I'm going to make things like they should've been."
With that said, Xehanort sped faster without another word.
After going for what seemed like hours, the darkness he actually wanted to see came into his field of vision. Swallowing nervously, Xehanort came into the Dark Margin. The sandy beaches and the smell of salt water hit him first. It was pleasant, but not enough to soothe the nerves he had harvested. But the quiet tranquility of the ocean side also was shattered.
It was a shout of a young woman, and then there was the familiar sharp clang of a keyblade. Knowing it was who he was searching for, Xehanort turned his glider back into a keyblade and calmly walked over to the next dune over.
Aqua and Terra had been fighting for six days now, only ever stopping when the heartless and Nobodies were also retreating. But even as far away as he was, Xehanort could see all kinds of flaws that the two apprentices of Master Erauqs would never do if they had been rested. A full out charge when a small flick of the wrist was needed. A guard when there were no attacks coming. The list went on and on.
But Xehanort launched himself into the fray as he saw the two fall from exhaustion. His keyblade glowed with inner brilliance as it slew the beings that the old man had sided with earlier. But Xehanort held no compassion for the monsters. They had helped his father, so they were his enemies.
Aqua, tiredly, lifted her head a bit as she saw the man who had caused her and her friends so much pain fighting right in front of her. A small gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Terra then looked around with strain, and saw Master Xehanort. He growled menacingly as he raised his keyblade.
"Xehanort." Terra would've shouted, but his voice had deteriorated over the past week.
After pushing back a pack of dragoons, Xehanort sent them one look and then his face went back to the battle. He shouted over the sounds of raging Nobodies.
"Question my motives later Terra. I can't hold all of them back by myself."
Sighing inwardly, Terra nodded. But he never kept his back to the old man. Aqua did the same as her boyfriend. Together, all three of them pushed back the creatures of the dark until they could no longer fight. Then they dispersed.
Just as the last one left to oblivion, Terra came over to the old man and brought his keyblade across his face. But Xehanort didn't seem surprised, he just picked himself off the ground and turned to face the young keyblade apprentice.
"I guess I deserved that."
"You deserve many things old timer." Terra then protectively stood in front of Aqua, but she would have nothing of it. She stood directly in front of the dark master.
"Why were you helping us?" Aqua questioned.
"Just call it repayment." Xehanort then released the keyblade. It faded away.
Raising an eyebrow, Terra asked, "For?"
"Everything I've ever done to any one of you." Then Xehanort did the one thing no one did expect. He kneeled in front of the two.
"Do with me what you will, but know this. I did not come to cause mischief. I came to ask you to help out a friend of mine."
"We will never help darkness!" Aqua shouted.
"She doesn't belong in neither light or dark. Her name is One. She is preparing to fight the twelve other Replicas of myself." The old man explained.
Neither Terra nor Aqua knew what a Replica of Xehanort was, but immediately both asked, "Then why are you not helping them?"
"Because." Xehanort's eye seemed to quickly shine blue for a second, then it was gone. "I'm here to join your cause."
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