Do you like waffles? YEAH WE LIKE WAFFLES! Do you like pancakes? YEAH WE LIKE PANCAKES! Do you like French toast? YEAH WE LIKE FRENCH TOAST! Do do do do do can't wait to get a mouthful. WAFFLES!

"My kind can live so much longer than yours, a hundred years for us, compares to your one year." I stated.

"But there's a catch isn't there?" Sora glanced up at me but not before making sure, the path before him was clear.

I pushed back a palm leaf before speaking again, "Isn't there always? Anyways, we can only live our full lifetime if we stay on this world. Anywhere else and we're almost normal."

"Almost?"

"Since we're such an inhuman race it would be silly to be useless once we were away from home. Besides, as you can see no one comes here so it's would be moot point either way." I paused to step over a humped branch. "My people have to ability to make dreams into reality…but outside our world it is only to a certain extent."

"So you're a Dreamweaver then?"

"Hm?" I inquired, tilting my slightly to look back at his face.

He shook his head slowly. "I've heard about your kind. Master Yen Sid said they didn't exist anymore. But then there's you."

"Yes. I have been reflecting on that day since it happened. I was thinking about it right before I saved you. It was a terrible day for everyone, but I didn't mind much. To me it was quite amusing." I took in Sora's confused expression. "All the others thought I was weird and shunned me. They thought I was some sort of demon for being able to speak with Heartless."

"You can speak with Heartless!" Sora stared at me in a different kind of awe.

I nodded. "They were the only friends I had and they took care of me when no one else did."

"But…but they kill people! I didn't even do anything to them and they come after me!"

I squinted at Sora, trying to place his familiarity. "Sora…why are you here?"

"I don't know. I was on my way to Twilight Town when a big, black hole swallowed up our Gummi ship! That was when I landed here. Until I find Donald and Goofy everyone's going to be in danger."

"Why would people be unsafe?"



"There is this group…Organization XIII, they're bad guys and they are trying to take Kingdom Hearts and-"

"Did you say Kingdom Hearts? Then that can only mean one thing. You're the Keyblade Master aren't you?" I balled up my small fists, grabbing the purple cloth of my cape.

"That's right! I've been saving this world for a little over a year now and people need my help! I'm their only hope for survival. Worlds have been disappearing one by one and no one can do anything. Heartless and Nobodies aren't harmless like you think they are."

"Nobodies? What are they?"

"They are a more advanced kind of Heartless, but they can only be controlled by higher Nobodies. Which is why Organization XIII needs to be stopped! I could use your help, everyone could."

Sora was holding his hand out to me. Like I'd ever dream of joining him in mindless homicide, "And help you kill? Thanks but I'll pass."

He glared at me, while his bottom lip poked, for a long time as he thought of a come back. "You're such a hypocrite…whoever you are! Do you even have a name?"

"It's Aria! Live it, learn it, like it. It'll be haunting your memories for a while buddy."

With that, I turned on my heels and started heading home. Sora didn't follow. Smart boy. If he even had the slightest notion of doing so, I would destroy his confidence. Who does he think he is; calling me such things. The people of my world were not his friends. In fact, they absolutely loathed the Keyblade Master for destroying Heartless that could have been their servants. Selfish, but true.

Cookless was waiting for me when I got home. His apron was crooked and his hat was tipped over as if he had been cooking all day. It was easier to name the Heartless according to their role in my life. They didn't have names given to them as humans do. Cookless's antennas twitched and his imaginary lips moved in a smile.

'We have been waiting for you, Aria. Dinner is ready and will be in the dining room in a few minutes.' He bowed as he left the room adjusting his linens.

I breathed in and out angrily picturing Sora's stupid face on the swinging door. Suddenly the door was embedded with a dull, silver butter knife right in the middle. My fists unclenched at how good it felt to release all of the anger that bottled up.

Cookless poked his head out, glanced at the weapon wedged in the wood, prayed it was safe, and then brought me my food. It was pork chops tonight, with yummy fried rice sprinkled everywhere on it. He always knew exactly how I liked things.

I picked up my fork and stabbed my meat. I laughed, visualizing the glare Sora had given me.

'Is something…bothering you, Aria? You seem a bit tense.'



"I met Sora today, the Keyblade Master. I don't like him very much. Now I wish I hadn't saved his wasteful life." I murmured, poking my pork to pieces.

Cookless's features changed into one of panic and fear. Of the boy, most likely. He bowed before apologizing and running into the kitchen where a loud clatter followed the sound of breaking plates. Were all of my friends terrified of Sora? If so, then I'll help them end his journey so no harm comes to them.

"I hate saviors."

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