A/N:

W-what's this?! Chapter SEVENTEEN?!

I'm very proud of myself right now. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and look out for something special in the History, too.

[TimeSkip: Three days]

Namine worked diligently, weaving fake memories over the real ones in Yukia's mind, essentially making a big lie in her head. Hands moved over memories, twisting some into strange shapes, making them almost disappear. Pushing the memories of Vexen to the deepest, darkest parts of Yukia's mind was at the top of Namine's to-do-list, and it proved to be exceedingly difficult. She had so many memories; Namine had to stop every hour to re-gain her strength. This, in turn, only slowed the process down.

"Namine."

She turned away from her work, and looked at the man before her- his face was covered in red fabric, only showing one golden eye.

"Yes, DiZ?" she wiped her forehead, sighing .

"Did you finish yet? Celestial Town is ready for her."

"I need more time, DiZ. Her memories are very vivid and powerful."

"So be it."

[TimeSkip: Two days]

Namine was crying as she re-arranged Yukia's true memories, replacing them with the fake ones.

"Her father died in a heartless accident, then she had no family, since her mother had died when she was born." she repeated the lies over, in order to fully create the fake memories and plant them into her brain. "Her friends also died, leaving her alone for a while. She now lives alone and goes to Celestial High in Celestial Town, which was her home since before she was born."

"Namine, we can't wait much longer."

She stopped working and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I know, but please, a little longer, DiZ…"

"One more day. Then she leaves, even if her memory isn't completely faded yet."

"Of Course."

[TimeSkip: One day]

As Namine closed off the last memory of Vexen and the others she could find, DiZ walked into the room, glancing at the cocoon which held Yukia.

"Is she done?"

"Yes. She's as gone as I can make her without killing her,"

"Good. Wake her up and send her out."

Namine looked at the ground.

"What is it?"

Namine shook her head. "I'm getting ready to let her go," she let a tear slip by. "I'll wke her up now."

She grabbed her sketch book, and began to draw the cocoon opening, releasing Yukia and waking her up.

Yukia blinked as she was released from, what looked like to her, a giant egg. Her hair fell messily around her head, covering a good portion of her face. Wiping them away, there was a girl in a white dress, with blonde hair that curled over one shoulder.

"Who are you?"

The girl shook her head and held out a hand.

Yukia slowly came out of the egg-thing, walking unsteadily over to the girl. Taking the hand, the girl raised her other hand, and a swirling mass of blacks, purples, and blues appeared in a hole-like doorway.

"Go."

Yukia looked at the girl again, and pulled her hand back. "What about you?"

She stepped away from Yukia, shaking her head. "Go, go…"

Yukia then glanced upon the swirls of darkness. "Okay."

When she stepped through the darkness, she swore she lost something important back with the girl in the white dress.

She walked the streets of Celestial Town, her home. The familiar street and shops around her seemed to be in good business, and she couldn't complain. Her town was perfect, and nothing went wrong anymore. She lost her Father and Friends in the Heartless invasion, but it has since been forgotten by most. The memories were vivid in her mind, but… something wasn't right.

"Why does this feel so…" she glanced around her, to the life living in the small town. A child received a ice-cream from his mother nearby, as well as a kiss on the head. "…Unnatural?"

Demyx paced around the room nervously. Axel hadn't returned yet, and Saïx was getting angrier by the minute, and he felt sort of stupid just leaving the Pyro and Yukia alone together. He tried playing songs on his Sitar and singing, but it felt wrong without Yukia. Sax approached him for what felt like the millionth time [but was really only the third,] that evening, and asked him the same question he had the last time he talked to him.

"Are you sure Yukia didn't go?"

"Y-yes, she was still there when I left,"

"Hn." Saïx walked in the other direction, running a hand through his blue tresses. Sighing, Demyx tried playing another song on his Sitar, anxiously waiting the return of Yukia.

A/N:

Okay, chapter seventeen is here!! …and gone, essentially. :D

I'm going to be posting a new chapter tomorrow, and another surprise, as I think I've mentioned.

Happy Zexion Day!