A/N: Hi people I just wanted to say, Im a little depressed that their only so little reviewers. I am grateful for all of you, so you don't get the wrong idea. I just want some more constructive criticism, ya know? Anyways to stop worrying you guys, on with the story! Enjoy!

"What you did to him, it made him so…different. He used to so cold, now he actually cares! I used to think that way to, but now I have no more regrets, and nothing to hold me back. Like the way you made him feel."

"Who? Tell me! What are you talking about!"? I began to feel nauseous, and my head was spinning.

I couldn't understand. My beliefs, my fears, my wants were suddenly falling away. I didn't feel like myself.

I remember looking at her for about 2 minutes, and then something hit me. Not literally, but when you are dreaming, and your falling off a cliff or something, then you finally hit the ground, and then you wake up feeling like you got smacked.

That's how I felt.

Memories of someone else's life ran through my head- the pain for her angel.

A/N: you are meant to read this next part slowly, to emphasize the awkwardness.

She was happy. She loved to draw. She was at peace with her life, and it seemed a good one. Until she was given her role.

Her role was to destroy everything, and start a new. She didn't want to. She refused, and was defiant. They despised her negligence, and sought to lock her up in a room by herself.

White. White was the only color surrounding the room. It gave you a sense of loneliness, and despair. The girl didn't fancy the room. She only spent her day drawing of what was. Then the angel came to save her.

She used to believe that everyone had disliked her, and didn't want to visit her anymore. Then he came inside the room, one day, and began watch her. She asked him, on a different day, why he persisted on just staring at her, and to say nothing. He only said it was his job. She didn't understand but didn't care. She wasn't alone

Anymore.

The two continued to talk until it gradually turned into a tragic love story- the "deaths", and hope lost.

He had told her that he "felt" for her. That he would always protect her, and never leave her side. That was his vow, and hers as to always be his light, to always be there. Their promises were kept until the day had came were she was to obliviate "them".

They had come for her, and were ready for her to make her decision. She actually had no choice, but her angel was going to make her one.

They escaped the superiors, and found a place for her to hide.

A mansion, one with age smeared all over. It wasn't the best, but it was save her. The rooms were small, but cozy. Enough places to hide in case of an emergency.

Her angel had to leave her there, by herself, until he could explain the disappearance of the "tool". She wished he didn't have to leave, but it was apart of their plan. His eyes gazing into hers, only told the sorrow, and fear for her; he had.

His return unto the superiors was one none to pleasant. He was attacked as soon as he entered. And brutally hit. He refused to state the location of his "light". But continued to fight with honor.

She knew, she knew all to well he was about to die. His empty heart would soon find some sort of "pain" capacity, and would give in. She next did what anyone would do for his or her loved one; she took his shot.

She took the pain that was meant to be his final blow. Her life, her soul, her … heart, was the one that had now ceased to exist- - not his.

This pain he know felt was much more dreadful than the one he felt before, it was one of anguish, and disbelief.

Why? Why had she done this? It was his plan to stop the superiors!! She! was supposed to stay alive! Why? Where did it go wrong?

The superiors had witnessed the death of their "tool", and had realized that he would no longer fight under their control. They decided that- -the one whom controls life through writing- -shall draw a picture where the "tool" would forget, everything.

Their promise was now broken.

Tragedy. That was the only word that was truly in my head. The only thing that came back to me.

Larxene noticed this her lips formed into a smile but her eyes had a different expression.

It took me a while to get it back together, but as I slowly (real slowly, as in turtle slow) she was throwing more kunais at me.

I had barely missed the first five, while the next three slashed my shirt, and socks. I was so out of it. I just keep on taking the hits, until I noticed she wasn't aiming for anything vital.

About 10 minutes into the fight (I don't really think you could call it that) she stopped. For no reason. She just stopped throwing, and glared at me.

"Why aren't you dead? Why can't you just leave us alone? Why did you have to come back?" She asked me with somewhat pleading eyes. "…" I said nothing. I truly had nothing to say. I didn't understand what she meant. So instead I picked up a kunai she threw, and threw it at her face; it sliced a little bit of her cheek. She grazed it.

"Leave. Now." Was all I said. I was tired of this bull now. She wasn't making any sense , and I had a frigging migraine. This bitch had to go.

And it took her like 3 minutes before I took another kunai and threw it her torso, I t slashed her side, and that's when she took me seriously. Unlike her – now that I was mad- I would aim for her crucial organs. She turned around, pulled up her hood and disappeared.

Pointless fight ,huh?

A/N: Oooo, you guys likey da chappy? Dont ask what was that. I have been baby-talking to a baby(duh) all freakin day. Feeding it smashed carrots to.

Anywayz, R&R ppl! ill try to update chap20 tonight. oh, if ya'll want a little more Sora&Kairi(or anyone else) to go on in these next chaps send me a message or a review. And if you gots any ideas lemme knwo to, cuz i have a tiny writer's block...TINY writers block...tiny...dont panic...if you care...

C YA L8TER!- carrots suck-