Well, uh... Here's Chapter six?
Disclaimers: Kingdom Hearts and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Ending sucks by the way, I couldn't figure out how to do it!
Please enjoy either way, despite the crap ending.
Chapter Six: The Savage Nymph
Riku sits at his desk, silently looking at the scrap of cardboard that Raiden Obinata had handed him. He hadn't said much further on the kid who had given it to them, only that they were wearing "a black jacket, just like these two's. He reeked of something weird... it smelled almost like metal." That had been his only clues. A metallic stench and a black cloak. Nothing more, nothing less.
Not much to go on in any case, much less this one. The only thing he knows for sure... is that he himself is being targeted by the killer.
The young doctor scratches at his silvery hair, a solemn scowl appearing on his face. He groans softly to himself, pulling at his lab-coat in irritation. The two clues from the Obinata case are going to drive him insane, he just knows it. The fucker was taunting him, wasn't he? That was why he wrote his name on the note with Raiden's... He looks down at the black laptop on the desk, noting that it seems to be patiently waiting for him to turn it on. His scowl becomes deeper as he shoves the blasted thing away, pulling his boxed lunch closer to him. He stabs at the burger patty, driving it up to his mouth and taking a big chomp out of it.
He winces as if in pain, his taste buds recoiling at the bland taste in disgust. He drops the rest of it back into his lunch box, tears now threatening to trickle out of his eyes. Riku rubs at them, murmuring softly to himself: "Xion... yours were better. This tastes like crap..." He could even hear the younger girl's scolding voice right now, and the sound of it in his head made the grief that much harder to control. His body trembles in equal parts of anger... anger of his friends' deaths and the effect they were having on his life and the lives of the people he loved... and sheer grief at having lost them.
'Riku, how could you eat this high-calorie, low nutrition stuff! It tastes disgusting!'
'Heh, you still like her, huh, Riku? Tell you what: you pay me and Axel, we'll let you date her for a few months. Sounds like a good deal, eh?'
Riku clenches his teeth in a savage scowl, glaring at the computer screen blankly, as if he was cursing the damn electronic for showing him those images. He sighs before throwing the lunch box's contents into the garbage can by his desk, instead booting up his computer with a few clicks of his mouse. The dancing swirls of color on the screen are quickly replaced by the appearance of a menacing blade flying across the computer and folding neatly into a wing-like holster. 'Welcome, Riku!' It announces in a series of beeps, his black screen-saver appearing like a curtain unfolding from a shadowy stage.
He grits his teeth, an unnaturally dark look appearing in his blue-green eyes. A grim smile makes his way across the seventeen year old's face and a low, deep chuckle emerges as his fingers fly expertly across the keyboard. Within seconds, he already has the links to D-TV opening. The all too familiar blue background opens up, and the tiny image of a smiling angel waves to him cheerfully from a corner, happily welcoming him to the site.
Ami.
He shudders, instinctively associating the once innocent angel with something horrible. Riku trembles slightly, almost gagging on the strong stench of charcoal. The smoke sticks to his lungs, and he struggles to breathe despite his knowledge that there is nothing in the room with him. The memory is simply too powerful, and he collapses on his chair, resting his head against the cool oak desk for a moment as he struggles for oxygen.
The thick acrid smoke of burnt clothes, the thick rolls of peeling blackened skin from bloody flesh... Riku clutches at his chest, breathlessly trying to pump in air to his failing lungs. Their screams echo in his mind, growing softer and softer... almost as if they were vanishing from within his consciousness... A voice quietly pleading for the life of his sister... the fragmented laughter from the beginning of the video, from before they died, slowly grows louder and louder, mocking him with their happiness. His head pounds violently, the endless drum beat mimicking the ones of the metallic laughter of a masked boy... He slumps over at his desk, the tears pouring from his eyes in sheer misery... Xion... Roxas... He'd failed... Why them? Why?
The door creaks open, startling Riku out of his nightmarish reverie, forcing him to look up. The intruder blinks slowly at him, silently observing him before smiling weakly. "Did I interrupt something, Riku?" Sora asks softly as he walks in, shutting the door behind him with one well-aimed kick. Riku stares at his friend, watching in amazement as he quickly pulls on a red lab-coat, the one that had jokingly been assigned to him for whenever he entered the morgue. The long crimson sleeves of the coat slide on easily over the tightly wrapped bandages on his arms and the high collar brushes lightly against his gauze-covered cheek. The brief contact makes him wince but his smile easily comes back onto his face, oddly bright and cheerful against the crisp sterile whiteness of the morgue.
Riku shudders, a pained expression appearing briefly on his face before he masks it with a similarly bright smile; Sora's bandages are coated with a thin layer of blood, almost as if he had just finished savagely hurting himself. "No, nothing important. What'd you want, Sor?" He questions, folding his arms across his chest, keeping himself from leaping up and adding his own brand of pain to Sora's face for being so stupid. He figures it isn't exactly productive to slap the self-harmer. Sora grins and walks over, stretching lazily, his body shifting exactly as it would if he was a cat. He yawns sleepily and hooks his leg around a stool, dragging it up toward Riku's desk with a quick pull. Sora plops himself down, folding his legs up towards his chest, hugging them tightly. "I'm reporting for duty, Riku." He says matter-of-factually, looking at the computer screen curiously though with more than a little fear.
Riku stares at him for a moment before figuring out the obvious reason: Sora wanted revenge for his brother and sister. And the best way he knew how was to help the police catch the kid who had murdered them. He nods, opening up a drawer lazily. He pulls out a few folders, gathers them up neatly into a pile and hands them to the younger teen. Sora looks at them and grimaces, obviously recognizing homework when he saw it.
Riku smiles a little; it's almost like being back at school with Sora. … Well, when it was normal. With no crazy psychos murdering their classmates. "No if, and or buts, Sora. You're reading the case files. And you're going to be looking at the videos, if there are any more. You got that? You want in, you have to take it." Riku says bluntly, refusing to spare his friend with any sugar-coated garbage. Sora glances over at the morgue, more specifically at the huge cabinets that lined one of the walls. It was where they stored the corpses until a family member could be reached, or until the police allowed the facility to release them.
Xion and Roxas were inside them, too.
Sora breathes softly, trembling slightly. He opens up the file and sees the topmost photo graph. Xion's charred corpse looks up at it from within the frame of the glossy snapshot, her lips burned off, her skin nothing more than a black coating of ash over her cooked muscles. Her tiny teeth show clearly against the dark background of her body, tiny flecks of white in a dark background. She almost seems to be smiling, if a little grimly, as if she didn't want the picture to be taken. Her eyes are gone, most likely boiled or burned out of her sockets from the heat. As Sora stares at the image of his little sister, his hand absentmindedly brushes against his own eyes, as if trying to imagine the same color in that tiny skeleton's eye sockets.
She is even smaller in death than she had been in life. And Sora knows it.
Sora slams the folder shut, a grim smile appearing on his cheerful features. A cold look appears within the depths of his sky-blue eyes, reflecting his need to have whoever had done this pay. "I won't ever let this go, Riku. Never. I'm in. Especially if it means I get to go after whoever did this to my baby sister and to my brother. They crossed the line. That gives me the right to break their face." He adds the final comment venomously, putting the manila folder back on Riku's desk. He looks up at his friend expectantly, as if thinking he could pull out another folder that would lead them further into the case.
In response, Riku simply clicks his computer mouse, reopening D-TV as the smiling Ami angel begins to wave cheerfully at him again. "Good. Now let's see if you can help me with Larxene." He says quietly, and the two teenagers quickly scan through the home page, looking through the new links that had been posted by the users of the site. Among the oceanic blue headlines of 'stuff Kitty did' and 'Bad $$ Skateboarding Trick on Sunset Terrace!' there was a single, jet-black link.
In unison, the boys read it out loud. "Black Box XIII: 12." They glance at each other, briefly puzzled by the number 12. What could it mean? This was only the second video, after all. Then it hit them. Riku slaps his hand into his forehead, growling softly under his breath. "Larxene's number 12 in the Organization. He knows that. … Xion and Roxas... what were their numbers, Sora?" He asks, reaching for a pad of paper that he knew was in his desk somewhere. "... Fourteen. And thirteen. Xion's fourteen and Roxas was thirteen." Sora murmurs softly, coming to the same conclusion that Riku was. Not only did this guy target Organization members, he was killing them in a reverse order to their membership numbers. Sora grimaces. "So whoever's number eleven is going to be next. Great. We're going to have to protect him." Sora says bitterly, a savage scowl appearing on his face. He shudders at the idea of helping the next member. He rubs at his arms, rubbing at where he knew several very dark scars were hidden beneath his bandages.
He had no love for XI, and they practically had killed each other the last time they had met. … Well, after Sora had punched him in the face.
Riku sighs, shaking his head. "It's our duty." He says softly, no more happy than Sora was about helping the next member. In fact, he's even less pleased. It had once been Riku's job to put Marluxia Inoue in jail, after all. Sora curses. "Great. We know the order though. Riku, we know the order of the deaths up to Xemnas. After that, we don't know who's going to be up next." He mutters darkly, ripping a sheet of paper off of an unused notebook on Riku's desk. He starts scribbling small pictures, tiny caricatures really, of the members of the Organization.
As Sora writes his "notes," scribbling small comments beside each individual doodle, Riku turns back to the computer. With a savage scowl on his face, he clicks the black link and leans back in his chair, the pad of paper already retrieved and on his knee. Immediately, the website demands for him to log in, a standard request for all videos that it deemed too obscene for the public view. With a silent curse, Riku types in the information and with an almost cheeky wave from Ami the Angel in the corner, it dutifully sends him on his way.
The video opens up immediately without any prompting from Riku's mouse.
As it played, the image of a small silver shape appears on the screen. The object sparkles like molten glass and as the boys watch, it begins to spark with an all too familiar blue light. Electricity. The image of the glass knife fades away after a few seconds, revealing Ami the Angel, lying on her back.
She stares upward, directly at the camera and in turn, the viewers. Her eyes were closed, hiding the sharp crimson eyes beneath her pale lids. Her hand clutches at her chest, almost like she was having trouble breathing. For a moment, the angel looks like her normal image, the sweet little girl that every kid on the island secretly liked because of her purity. She was the representation of the child in everyone, the one that everyone kept hidden, the pursuer of the mystery of life.
The moment that her eyes snap open, Sora and Riku flinch, staring in startled silence. When the angel's mouth curls up into a confused grimace, her dark blue eyes fill with silent tears. Her lips move slightly, like she was about to speak; an unheard event for the mute creature. The camera suddenly moves out a little, showing the girl's chest. As she slowly sits up, a pair of white feathery wings unfurl from her back, which tremble in the imaginary wind of the images. In her arms, she cradles two small dolls.
"That's... no..." Sora hisses softly, his own eyes filling with tears. Without another word, he lightly touches the two tiny shapes. As the angel sits up, she shakes her head, clutching the dolls to her chest. The bigger one's blonde hair sways in the wind, his tiny plush head resting against the crook of her arm. Riku's breath catches in his throat as he stares at the screen, violently trembling. The smiling Roxas and Xion dolls look up at him, their large blue button eyes staring mockingly at them both.
Ami's unfocused eyes blink sleepily into the camera before her smile becomes wider, almost giddy with excitement. The dolls in her arms are dropped to the ground as she gets to her feet. With an over-dramatic arm gesture, the image Ami once again begins to shift and warp, blinking her eyes once. The sky blue is quickly replaced with a bloody red. her sweet smile contorts into a cruel insane grin, her normal silence broken by a sickeningly familiar high-pitched giggle. The pure white wings on her back turn jet-black and Ami laughs louder. Strange splotches appear on the girl's body; bloody smears trickle down her arms and drip onto the pale fabric of the dolls. She holds her arms out beseechingly, as if asking them to stay.
The image changes to black and then shifts to...
Larxene.
Riku watches the screen intensely, grimacing. The image was strangely distorted... almost like there was something over it. Something he couldn't identify. Sora leans back in his stool, drumming his fingers against his knee in anticipation.
The image of Larxene groans in the video before leaning back lazily against the wall. The teenager yawns sleepily before muttering something to herself darkly. Neither of the boys bother to try to read her lips, knowing that she probably said something along the lines of 'God, I wish I was at home.'
The older girl looks around lazily on the rooftop, as it's very clearly apparent that she had been skipping school. Riku squints at the far off image and groans. From the paper sack on her knee, it was obvious that she had been planning on an early lunch. Sora grins and continues to scribble on his paper. Riku shakes his head and continues his notes, writing down Larxene's name and what she had been doing before she had been killed.
Then something black entered the screen. "Huh?" Larxene, Riku and Sora say in unison, each one startled by the sudden appearance of the kid. Without saying a word, he walks over to the concrete ledge where Larxene had been sitting and plops himself down. In his hand, he holds a small, black box.
Larxene blinks at him, giving the kid an irritated look. "Um, excuse me. Did I say you could sit here, runt?" She demands curiously before reaching into her pocket with one hand, opening her lunch bag with the other. Riku winces and writes something down on his paper: 'Audio for vic's voice perfect. Recording.' Sora looks at his paper and nods, making another note on his own page.
It was clear that once again, the perp had a wire on him, allowing him to get such great audio quality. One would almost think it clever, if not for how it was being applied.
Larxene slaps the kid on the head, making both boys jump. "Heeeelllooo! I'm talking to you!" She sneers spitefully, smacking him again. The boy doesn't even flinch, doesn't even make a sound. Larxene stares at him before balling her hand up into a fist, slamming it into the boy's temple with such an audible smack that both Riku and Sora wince in sympathy pain. The boy tumbles out of his seat from the sheer force but doesn't move otherwise. Larxene stares at him incredulously.
"... What the hell's wrong with you?" She asks curiously, almost admiringly. As if being hit in the head several times without saying anything was a redeeming quality in a person. The boy shrugs lazily before opening up the box, pulling out a sandwich. He looks at it critically before handing it over to Larxene, shaking his head in what looked like disgust.
With a silent shrug, she takes the food and starts eating her lunch lazily. "You sure are weird, Xion. Last week you would have taken my head off for hitting you. Not to mention you would have snitched on me to Axel. Maybe you're finally growing a spine, Miss 'Mysterious Number.'" The girl says with what almost sounded like pride, biting into her sandwich thoughtfully as she watched the 'girl.'
The figure simply chuckles and nods before lifting his mask a little, presumably to snack on the second sandwich he had pulled out of the box.
With a visibly irritated look, Larxene reaches into her pocket, removing a slim yellow phone. She flips it open, checking the number before placing it to her ear. "What is it? I'm kinda busy here, you know." She demands, rolling her eyes at the figure as if commenting how much of a bastard the caller was for calling her while she was eating. Then a curious expression appears on her face and she turns away from the boy, looking completely confused. "What? Axel, wait, slow down. What do you mean 'I'm next'? Next for what? … Xion? What about her? … Roxas? …. They're... No... you've got to be wrong, VIII. … I know what you're so scared of, you big baby. But... there's no way that Xion can be dead." she pauses and glances down toward the figure. And then she responds quietly to what must have been a question.
"Cause she's right here with me."
The moment that Larxene freezes, her dark blue eyes widening in surprise, the figure shoves his sandwich back into his box and chuckles softly to himself. With an almost deliberately slow gesture, he reaches toward his hip, where Riku knew a small knife pouch was hung.
Within a second, there's a clear dagger in his hand. Larxene barely even has the time to drop her phone before the knife is at her throat, slicing at the girl's cellphone strap right off as it falls. The tiny cartoon duck squeaks as it hits the floor and a low laugh is heard emerging from under the boy's hood.
The soft, almost mechanical snicker is purposely mocking as the boy slowly traces the very edge of the knife against the older girl's throat. A trickle of blood dribbles down her neck as he cuts her, barely doing enough damage to injure her. A savage smile appears... on Larxene's face.
Riku and Sora both flinch, each one recognizing the coldly amused smirk. Sora even begins to clutch at his arms, shivering slightly.
Larxene chuckles softly before lifting her hand to her throat, wiping at the paper-thin cut. Her blue eyes turn steely as she glances down lazily at the crimson smear on her fingers. "Now it's my turn." She says in an icy voice.
The figure immediately retreats, and as he does so, Riku notices a strange behavior. "Sora, do you-?" The teenager whispers before Sora gives a nod. He puts his pencil by his piece of paper. "Yeah, Riku. I see it. He's shaking." Sora says as Riku scribbles down the information on his quickly filling pad of paper.
The figure trembles violently as he backs away from Larxene, his entire body behavior reflecting an intense fear. He was absolutely petrified of Larxene. Unfortunately for him, Larxene's sharp eyes do not miss this detail. She smirks and a flash of what looked like recognition suddenly appears. "Oh, of course! Why didn't I see it before? I wonder why you're here... Is it really to kill me?" She demands in amusement as she steps forward.
The figure only trembles, clutching at his arms in fear. Oddly enough, the gesture is familiar to Riku... He scowls, not understanding or remembering where he had seen it before. Larxene chuckles on screen.
"Well? Are you going to talk or are we playing the mute game now? I never did like when you did that. I always loved hearing you scream." The Organization member coos the last word mockingly and the figure instantly recoils as she takes a single step towards him. Her smile grows larger and she raises her hand to her mockingly. "You're really getting on my nerves." As the word 'nerves' slips out of her mouth, Larxene's hand spasms closed into a fist. Black tendrils surround her fingers and her grin becomes that much wider.
"No..." A harsh voice mutters quietly and both boys instantly recognize that it was the mysterious figure speaking. Sora shivers and Riku places his hand on the younger boy's shoulder, instinctively comforting the boy he had seen as a little brother for most of his life. Larxene only smirks in response. She raises her hands, revealing the bright yellow and blue knives clenched tightly between her knuckles. Her soft laughter echoes eerily on screen, sending shivers down both boys' and the figure's spines.
Larxene was easily a hundred times more dangerous than either Roxas and Xion... and somehow she had still been taken out. How? The question echoes annoyingly in Riku's mind and he grits his teeth, determined to see just how the vicious witch had been eliminated.
But he really wasn't expecting what happened next.
With a single step, Larxene rushes forward and a violent crackle of electricity flows through the air. In the next second, two things happened. The boy is thrown backwards, slamming into the ground and spinning like a limp rag doll. The second, Larxene steps in front of him and slams a fistful of knives into his stomach. A harsh scream rips through the boy's mouth as torrents of blood spurt out of his stomach cavity, splattering on the ground in a massive red rain.
"Heh. Looks like you weren't so tough." Larxene comments in amusement as she raises her leg. Before the figure could even blink, her loafer is crushed into his head, sending him sprawling beneath her. Her smile becomes that much more cold. "How sad. I thought you would be a bit more of a challenge, you know?" She sneers venomously, spreading her hands apart in an exaggerated shrug. She kicks the fallen child again, savagely sending him sprawling into the concrete wall. He lets out a soft moan but does nothing else, only lies there.
Strangely, Riku finds he was almost sympathizing with the figure.
With an equally cold expression, Larxene grabs the black hood. "Why don't I re- … what are you doing?" She asks softly in confusion as the figure lifts his head. As they watch, the figure begins to tremble. A fleeting look of disgust appears on her face before they all hear it. It is so faint that even Larxene couldn't hear it at first. The figure trembles and his gloved hands shoot out, tightly grasping at the girl's shoulders.
His hysterical laughter makes the body's entire body spasm, the high-pitched mechanical giggles sending chills down the listeners' spines. Riku trembles violently as Sora begins to cry, clutching at his head in pain.
He writes down a single phrase, quickly summarizing the noise. 'Absolute madness.'And it was. The noise was nothing a normal human being could make, and it sounded both angry and bizarrely happy at the same time, as if the boy would enjoy killing the girl before him.
Then he begins to hum.
Softly, he hums to Larxene in an almost sweet voice. Within a few moments, his voice shifts into a soft hiss and as the song escapes his lips, Larxene freezes, staring in shock at the boy before her. "Kagome, Kagome," Sora says quietly to her image, instantly recognizing the tune. The boy grips her shoulders that much tighter. Beside Riku, Sora lets out a soft choking noise, looking at him as the song lyrics escape his lips.
Riku knows the song, too.
With a gentle shove, the boy presses Larxene forward, walking away with her from the wall. Strangely, his massive injuries don't seem to bother him in the least. "The bird in the cage, when, oh when will you come out?" Sora sings out in an inquisitive melody as the figure cocks his head to his shoulder as he pushes forward. Larxene doesn't struggle in the least, remaining perfectly still, as if hypnotized. The boy's fingers squeeze that much tighter into the girl's shoulders and black tendrils dance over his gloved hands. "In the evening of the dawn, the crane and turtle slipped..." He lets go at this point, stopping them both. Both teens are now in the middle of the roof-yard, silently staring at each other.
Larxene's eyes widen as the figure vanishes in a swirling cloud of strange smoke. The wispy black haze quickly disappears just as quickly and the girl is left alone. For a moment, everything is silent. The only thing showing that the video was still going was the single tear that trickled down Larxene's cheek. She remains silent and then, she closes her eyes without a word, her shoulders slumping over in what looks like understanding.
As Larxene waits, Sora says the final line in the eerily lullaby-like song.
"Who's that behi-ind you?"
As the first of the figure's knives drive through Larxene's back, she screams, howling in pain. The blood cascades down her spine as she crumples forward, her head bent backwards in severe pain. The tears flow freely down her cheeks as she drops to her knees. With a calm swipe of his hand, the boy tears the knives across her face, leaving behind several small, shallow scratches. He barely even bothered to put any force into the blow, but it was enough to slap her awake.
With a savage scream, Larxene jumps to her feet, snarling in challenge to the boy who had dared raise his hand to her. A low laugh emerges from beneath the porcelain mask as he brandishes the handful of glass knives at her mockingly. He cocks his head backwards, as if daring her to come closer. To make it even worse, he actually slips them back into his hip pocket, as if saying that fighting her wouldn't even be worth dirtying them.
Flickers of electricity begin spark around the furious girl and she snarls out violently: "I take it back. Now you're getting on my nerves!" She charges forward, angrily swiping at the boy. With amazingly light steps, the boy's body darts backwards, easily dodging each and everyone of Larxene's attacks. When she tries a final time to strike at his ribs, the girl quickly gets pulled in, her wrist tightly grasped in the boy's hand.
A low chuckle emerges from beneath the mask.
A sickeningly loud crunch echoes out in the empty roof-yard and Larxene screams, struggling violently against the boy holding her. Her hand is limp in his, twisted at a strange angle. Riku grits his teeth. He had broken her wrist. As some of her daggers tumble from her hands, Larxene screams that much louder, desperately resorting to kicking violently at his feet. Even though the blows must have hurt, the figure doesn't move, keeping his tight grasp on Larxene.
With the other hand, he reaches into his pouch once more, pulling out a metal knife again. He squeezes the rubber handle, pressing the blade's tip to her face. Larxene's body spasms once before her face becomes frozen, as if she finally understood what was happening. A startled recognition fills her eyes as she swipes at the boy, furiously trying to get away.
There was only one thought in Riku's mind when he saw that face. Larxene knew this boy.
The figure only laughs as his fingers enter his pocket again, dragging out several of the knives once more. Riku can feel the laughter echoing in his bones as the figure cocks his head onto his shoulder, the sickening malice crystal clear. The bizarre knives almost seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. He separates them, scraping the two glass knives together, producing a cobalt blue spark that arches neatly between the points of the two knives.
Sora's eyes narrow and he makes a soft noise, as if recognizing something.
"Why...? Why would you...? Why us...?" Larxene shrieks out furiously, obviously too frazzled by the electricity to say much else. The hidden boy laughs again and gently curls his left hand in a slow wave. With a lightning fast motion, he stabs the metal knives into the girl's chest. Larxene's eyes widen as she began to spasm uncontrollably, as if startled that he had managed to touch her. The girl screams as she loses her balance and tumbles over the edge of the building. Hitting the edge of a roof-like structure just above the first floor, bouncing off of the canopy, her screams suddenly die off when she slams into the ground.
Her body remains perfectly still.
The boys stare as the figure collapses before them, clutching at his stomach in pain. A low wheeze emerges from beneath the blank mask before a gloved hand lightly touches his head. The hand gently caresses the boy's head, as if comforting him.
Riku jumps, staring at the new addition. The boy trembles beneath the figure's fingers, obviously afraid. But the two say nothing, instead remaining in silence. Riku stares at the new figure's hand, instantly recognizing it as a man. The hand was too broad, too. Large, too.. oddly shaped to belong to a woman. Before he or Sora could say a word to each other on this little development, the new figure in the video says something softly.
The video quickly cuts to black.
Now Riku sees his own image, his own face, kneeling before Larxene. Before the Riku in the past could do anything, the knife sends the fatal shock of electricity through her heart, killing her instantly. Her body spasms harshly before falling limp once more. Her eyes grow blank and empty, forcing Riku to look away.
"Riku. Look." Sora says quietly, tugging on Riku's arm. His voice is oddly quiet, even bizarre quiet. Riku looks up at him, instinctively feeling like there was something wrong. He looks back at the screen, gritting his teeth. What could happen now?
The words "Black Box XIII" appear beneath Ami's sandals once more, as she solemnly looks at something in the distance. She holds her hand out to it, offering the object something, anything to get it to come over. The word 'Remember' dances briefly over her head before the video zooms off. As it focuses on the new object, Sora lets out a violent swear.
A new figure was curled up around the Xion and Roxas dolls, a very familiar one. Its silvery hair catch the light in the image and its green-blue eyes shone. His hands are tied tightly to each of the dolls' cloth ones, as if they were being held prisoner with him. Riku's own image smiles darkly up at Ami, as if he was threatening her. She just giggles softly, crouching down near him.
"Riku...You're..." Sora stammers out quickly, quite visibly shaken by the image of his friend in the video. And he had reason to be. It was a perfect likeness of the older boy, right down to the silver hair and the violent scowl.
Riku glances at him before gritting his teeth, quietly finishing his friend's rambling and adding his own theory to it. "He's got an accomplice. … And whoever these two are, they're targeting me." The older boy says as he stares at the likeness of himself in the video.
The angel reaches out to the Riku in the video, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging at it lightly. Ami just smiles diabolically at him, as if telling him that he had gotten the right answer.