K: Here's chapter two, since I had already started writing it anyway.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts copyright Square Enix and Disney.

Dedications:

Ragged-ashes

Uzumaki-sama

Eguana

Epitaph-Please-Write-Me

"How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me"

"Through Glass" by Stone Sour

Through Glass

Chapter II: Existence

(Roxas)

When I awoke, it was not to the cacophony normally caused by the bustling city, but instead to the delighted cry of Sora and his companions, reunited after nearly a year of slumber. Jumping a little, I quickly rose to a sitting position, and gazed out of the window, expecting to see the streets of Twilight Town below. Instead, I found myself staring out at whatever it was Sora could see. Blinking, I rubbed at my eyes, then did a double take to be sure I wasn't dreaming. When nothing changed, yesterday's events finally caught up with me, and I felt rather foolish for thinking I was back home, or whatever Twilight Town had been to me.

Sighing, I returned my attention to Sora's surroundings. It seemed as if they were somewhere in the lab beneath the mansion, judging by the many sleeping pods adorning the walls, and I was suddenly reminded of Naminè. She had been the one who had helped reunite Sora and I in the first place, and I found myself wondering if she was hidden away somewhere, watching over us.

After many hugs and excited greetings, Sora straightened up, observing the room, and motioned for his friends to follow him through the door at the other end of the hall. As the trio made their way through the complex basement of the mansion, I was reminded of my own experiences in the digitized version of this world. I became so lost in memories of Axel, Naminè, and the rest of the organization that I tuned the rest of the world out, ignoring whatever Sora and his companions were doing. I never would have realized we had arrived in the white room if Sora hadn't said something that caught my attention.

"These pictures… They seem… familiar, somehow."

Stirring from my thoughts, I glanced up, coming face to face with a sketch of Axel and I in the world that never was. I frowned, recalling the events of that night, but was more intrigued by Sora's words. Was it possible that his déjà vu stemmed from my own memories?

"Well, how could they be, Sora? I'm sure we've never met anyone like that…"

"I know, but… It feels like I've seen this red haired guy before. I can't remember a name or anything, though."

I watched him circle the room, drinking in each of the drawings pinned to the walls, and attempted to get him to remember them by focusing my thoughts on my memories of each event. All that happened, however, was that he seemed to linger a bit longer at any drawings of me. After viewing every picture on the wall, Sora turned his gaze toward the ground, searching for any more he might have missed among the scattered pieces of parchment that littered the floor. He caught sight of a pile of sketches in a corner of the room and approached it, kneeling down so he could pick them up. He flipped through them, quickly shuffling through the various landscapes of a beach and the city, then abruptly stopped when he came to a portrait of me.

It was well done, just as all of Naminè's work had been, and featured atop a building in the city that never was. My legs hung over the edge of the flat roof, the folds of my cloak waving slightly in the wind, and the outline of my face was just barely visible in the stormy shadows. I was gazing down into the city, the constant rain pelting my hunched form, and in my hands I held a keyblade.

As I moved closer to the window to study the picture better, I was surprised to find Sora's knuckles had turned white from clutching the paper so tightly. His tanned hands trembled, from excitement or something else I didn't know, and he ran his fingers across the paper, tracing my curved outline.

"Th-this is…"

My breath caught. Did he actually recognize me? Was it even possible? A million fervent questions raced through my head, blurring together to form one cohesive statement- "Sora, I'm here! I exist!"

To my disappointment, my words fell on deaf ears.

"Guys, look! Doesn't this look like Oblivion?"

"Oblivion? Why would that guy have something like that?"

"Maybe it's a picture of you, Sora. A'hyuk."

"But I've never been there!"

"I guess not, then. But hey, doesn't he seem kinda sad?"

I tuned them out, too focused on pounding on the window pane as hard as I could in an attempt to reach him.

"Sora, I'm right here!! Can't you hear me?"

All at once I was encircled by a pair of cold, dark arms that gently but firmly pulled me from the window. I struggled in the creature's grasp, trying desperately to claw my way back to the glass, but he was too strong. As Sora's anti-form carried me away, my spirits fell. It seemed my voice had failed to reach him after all.

Lowering my gaze, I allowed the heartless to escort me from the room, not really caring where I was being taken to. In my disheartened state, I failed to notice Sora delicately fold the parchment and place it in his pocket.

K: Well, there's chapter two. Not exactly long, but it's longer than the first chapter at least, so hopefully it'll continue on that path. We get a peek at Roxas's feelings about Sora and his own existence, as well as more of the ever enigmatic Antisora. Sorry if it seemed a little boring, but I wanted to set up the main scene more than anything else, and am too lazy at the moment to go back and rework some of the more dull sections. Maybe I'll come back and fix it at a later date.

Regardless, I hope you continue to enjoy this story, and please review if you have time.