I hope you've enjoyed this fanfiction as much as I have. I'm sorry for the lack of updates but that's my laziness. Anyway, I wrote this chapter in a very strange way. There are two point of views. The first part is kind of an introduction and its for both point of views then there's a line which enters you into the first point of view and later, another line which tells you the other point of view. I won't tell you who is it because when you read it, you'll figure out. Anyway, I wanted to do review replies here and so I will:

Twilight-to-Nightfall- Ah, sorry about that. Well I hope you enjoy this one!

Mint Irachi- Well I hope you understand more of Ren'ai with this, I certainly do! And I thought she was a bitch before too...lol.

sasukelover2- Riku didn't take the hit for Ren'ai, he took the hit for Roxas while Kirai hit Ren'ai with her needles thingy. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.

RandomKHmaniac - Thank you! Yeah I usually make people cry...at least that's what they tell me after they read my stuff...Sorry!

And special thanks to this reviewer who, after I read their review two hours ago, felt determined to write another chapter! Thank you for the inspiration from all you reviewers!

chelsey - Thank you so much. I really appreciate your opinions, I really hope you enjoy this chapter.

Thank you all again and here you go:

Mission 13

Have you ever had the feeling that no matter what you do, life will always twist everything around? Have you ever thought, "No matter what I do, there isn't a cure?" I've always believed there is an answer in every situation. I've always believed I could do something for him. Despite the pain or the hardships one endures, there is something we can do.

But then, one day you may find yourself in a situation that is completely out of your control. A situation where there is no evil and good, only people and feelings. No black and white, only different shades of gray. I used to think that one could tell the bad from the good. I wish it could be as simple as that. I wish that one could know, one could tell the difference. But people are humans, humans with emotions and feelings. They aren't evil or good or bad or just. People are only people. People who are confused or conceited or hurt.

But when you save someone, do you think, "Are they evil? Are the cruel?"

Or do you just save them? Just for the sake of being pure?

Do you save them for yourself? Do you save them for someone else? Because you don't want to be cruel?

I don't believe in evil and good. I don't believe people can just be classified as black or white. There are too many emotions, too many variables, too many sides to one story. And in the situation I'm in, I just didn't know what to do. Maybe I was afraid to save someone who had been so cruel to me. But then, I thought, because of her I'm who I am. I don't think I'm cruel and evil. I don't even think I'm human. But I do have feelings, I do have emotions. And I feel pain. Pain when someone who I care for is taken away and hurt. I feel pain when someone physically hurts me. But when I cause someone else harm, for the sake of justice, am I evil?

Or am I only a person?

I don't know. I'm not sure of anything anymore. All I know is the people who are precious to me. All I know is I want to protect them. But I think…people are more like shades of gray than black and white.

There is always another side to the story, right?

I could feel the rain soaking me to the core, I felt so cold, so numb. My eyes were closed but I could hear noise all around me, I could feel people speaking and whispering and panicking. What was there to panic about? And then the shock of the pain hit me, like a tsunami destroying an entire city. I gasped and opened my eyes to the dark sky. I was lying on the ground, surrounded in pain. My breathing was uneven and harsh. Then I saw my own face look at me. As I saw her eyes stare at mine, I thought, "Her hair has grown a lot." And it was true. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and almost touched me.

Her hair looked like blood to me.

And that's when I noticed him. His body was next to mine and cold. He was cold and weak. And the realization struck me. I had killed him. I had harmed my dearly beloved. Now, I can never forgive myself. If I lose him, it's my fault. If his skin turns cold and his eyes lose their glimmer of light, it was my fault. I was the cause of his heart to stop beating and even if it doesn't, I've harmed him.

And now, fighting with her and destroying her aren't important to me. Regaining my heart and my human self don't matter to me, all I care about is him. The only reason I wanted to regain my human heart was because of him. The thought of…losing the emotions I felt for him was indescribable. I couldn't, I wouldn't lose the love I felt for him. I would always love Riku. That's why I wanted to destroy her so badly. I was filled with rage and bloodlust because I was afraid. It was fear that drove me, my fear of losing my love for Riku.

That's all it was, that's all it ever was - fear.

But now, my feelings are of no importance. My life isn't important; all I want to know is if he's okay. The guilt of harming him was more painful than any blow; it was a heart-shattering strike. What would he think of me now? I've harmed the only thing that I have in this world. But this wasn't Kirai's fault; it was only my own flaws that led to this. But I tried, didn't I? I really tried. I wanted this to be perfect, I wanted us to be perfect. But perfection was too much to ask. Perfection doesn't exist.

And so the rain kept pounding down on me. I could see the back of his head and the wound on his shoulder. I was so lifeless, I couldn't even cry. I didn't feel human enough to cry anymore, I must be a monster. A monster that drove for perfection. Envy filled my heart and lungs when I saw that Kirai had fallen in love. I thought why should she be happy? But now I know better.

And then I saw Riku stir. He struggled to turn and face me. It was painful to watch, painful to hear what he said to me. His eyes weren't filled with anger or hate. He still cared for me, still loved me even after what I've done to him. It hurt…so much. It really hurt; my chest was filled with pain. It even hurt to breathe. A couple of stray hairs fell across his face and I longed to brush them away. But my body wouldn't move and I felt too guilty to believe I was pure enough to touch him. I would only taint him further.

He looked at me with kind eyes and then said, "I was scared, Ren'ai. You've changed. I was scared, you'd kill someone and I would truly lose you."

I couldn't cry or tell him I was sorry. Sorry would never be enough, anything that I do would never be enough. There would never be a time where I wouldn't feel guilty for what I've done, even if my intentions were good.

Riku dragged his arm over to me and I wish he wouldn't. I was a poison that would taint him. He was too pure, too good. Didn't he know that? Still, he dragged his arm over to my and rested his hand on my cheek. His hand was still warm, or was it that I was just cold? His touch soothed me but I couldn't cry, I couldn't speak. What would I say? Can I apologize? No, I couldn't, this was beyond reparation.

"Please, talk to me," he pleaded.

And I wanted to. I wanted to cry into his chest and will this all to be a dream, a nightmare. But this was reality. This was the nightmare of my reality and I couldn't escape it. I heard Kirai calling Roxas, the blonde boy that he cared so much for. It seemed as if he was far away and mentally lose, when he spoke. Did he feel the same things that I felt? Guilt? Sadness? Emptiness?

Sora, Roxas and Kirai began to talk but I didn't listen. I could only look at Riku, at what I had done to him. He was always so powerful and strong-willed. But now, he looked weak. And I had caused him to look that way.

And then I heard Kirai say, "They aren't real. They are an illusion."

Oh, how I wish this was an illusion. Then maybe I could be perfect and so can life. But, sadly, this wasn't an illusion. Sadly, this was reality.

There is always hope, right?

I truly didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to do? Was I strong enough to heal a mortal wound? Who could I go to for help? I could only feel regret as I watched them both. They were both weak and bathed in blood. Riku turned his head to face Ren'ai as Sora healed him. He looked deathly pale. Was Ren'ai scare? Afraid? Did she hate herself? I knew how much she cared for him, I knew how much she loved him. She would go to the ends of the world and back for him. She would do absolutely anything.

So how do you feel when you've injured the light of your sky? The sun for your world? What do you do? How do you feel? Do you give up? Do you stop going on? Or do you live on the rest of your life in guilt? I couldn't even imagine how she felt.

She must be dying inside.

Does she blame the world for her mistake or is she blaming herself? Seeing her now, like this, makes me pity her even more. I used to hate her and envy her but now I don't. She looks so weak, laying there. Is she thinking at all? Is her mind a blank?

What is she thinking?

But I'm sure Riku doesn't blame her. He looks at her with such caring eyes. But maybe she doesn't see that, maybe she only sees how weak he looks. I would feel the same, if it were Roxas. Roxas…I almost lost him. But I can't hate Ren'ai because she's only human.

"I was scared, Ren'ai. You've changed. I was scared, you'd kill someone and I would truly lose you."

She only stared back without emotion. Maybe she couldn't believe she shot Riku, maybe she was truly gone now. Riku weakly dragged his arm over to her and he lifted his hand and rested it on her cheek. She still didn't move, she still didn't speak. Her eyes were emotionless but she was alive.

"Please, talk to me," Riku pleaded.

And I wish she would. He looks so pained. And what if he died without speaking to her for one last time? I know I shouldn't think that way…but the situation seemed so helpless.

I turned and shouted into the far distance, "Roxas!"

He was standing, watching us. The rain was pelting him but he seemed to not notice it. I mentally urged him to join us and help. We needed him now.

"Was this all because of me?" He asked.

I bit my lip, I couldn't lie. A lot of this was because of…no. It wasn't his fault.

Roxas slowly walked over, his usually bright blonde hair was now darker and stuck to his face. When he was close enough, I whispered, "This was because of me, because I acted on impulse. This was my fault, not yours."

He frowned and knelt down and began to heal them.

Sora, who was now terrified, asked, "Couldn't we ask them for help? Couldn't we ask anyone in this place to help?!"

And then, I remembered the first thing that I learned living here, in this dead town. I looked towards Sora, who was waiting for an answer.

"No," I began, "this town is dead. There are no people."

"What about the people who live in those homes?!"

"They aren't real. They are an illusion."

I remember learning this and now understanding. I had seen the people, seen the homes and smiles and frowns. But I was told that these were fake. I had seen children crying and screaming for help, but I was told these were fake. I couldn't understand then but I do now.

Even if I was to run into the town, asking for help, no one could come. No one would come to aid. Because there are no people. There is only data, only computers, only information. Back then, before Roxas came, it didn't bother me that this world was unreal. I didn't care if this was only data.

But now I wonder, "How do you live in a world full of data-created people?"

How do you live, knowing when you walk around, you're only looking at imprinted lights and sounds. These people are programmed to act this way, they are programmed to eat and sleep and cry and scream. I guess you'd have to be heartless, which is the reason why the nobodies live here. Because they have no hearts and they are literally nobodies.

No natural parents or friends or hearts or lovers, they have nothing and are nothing. They aren't supposed to feel anything or do anything. They are just there.

But there's a mistake, they do feel. I've seen the way Axel gets angry or laughs. I feel the emotions radiating from him. But how can that be when we have no hearts? Can the imprint of emotions be on the empty body that our originals left behind?

Or are we subconsciously pretending?