letters.
disclaimer: i do not own kingdom hearts or any of its characters. i own the plot and anything else you don't recognize.
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Xion pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she looked down at the envelope in her hands. She had discovered it under her mattress.
She opened it carefully, and unfolded the letter, smoothing it out. It was addressed to her.
It had a poem on it; she read it aloud, because it somehow seemed familiar.
"Thinking of you, wherever you are.
We pray for our sorrows will end,
And hope that our hearts will blend.
Now I will step forward to realize this wish.
And who knows?
Starting a new journey may not be so hard—
Or maybe it's already begun.
There are many worlds,
But they share the same sky—
One sky, one destiny."
She frowned. "What does it mean, anyway?"
She looked down at the letter. "I might as well read it," she sighed, sitting down on her bed.
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Dear Xion,
Hey, Xion. It's been a while, hasn't it? Heh, you must be wondering who I am. I'm Roxas, the Key of Destiny, number XIII. Yeah, I got the unlucky number. Poor me, right?
Well, seeing as you've found this, I better start explaining.
There is a group called Organization XIII. We're a part of it. You're number XIV, fourteen, whatever; we faded, but were given another chance at life. By the time you read this, I'll be dead—but I'm still there. I'll have been reincarnated again by the time you were born, so don't worry. I'll still be there, even if I don't remember it.
This is what the letters are for.
We—my friends and I—had to fight something that will be back when you read this. It's very strange, warning someone about what will happen, especially since you died before the fight could begin. Well, not 'died', really; you faded. You needed to help someone important to help us.
I had hoped that maybe, it will have changed by the time you got here, but it hasn't. It probably never will.
Listen, Xion. We're dying over and over again, but we deny ourselves the final death. Don't worry, Xion; although you'll die, it won't be forever. You'll have as many shots at it as you need, and hopefully, one of those times, you'll get lucky and you won't die before you should. You were needed when we fought, you know. That was the only thing I could think of: Xion could have helped us win this. Everyone missed you, but we didn't have enough time to mourn your... Death, because the battle had been approaching swiftly.
We'll meet again, I promise, even if you don't know it's me, and I don't know it's you (however, maybe the photograph will help).
Sincerely,
Roxas
P.S.: Look for Demyx. He'll be in that picture, too. He'll help you.
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Xion looked inside the envelope. Inside was the photograph he was talking about. She pulled it out, and looked at it closely; she was there, one arm wrapped around a blond boy's waist, the other arm around a taller man's shoulders. The blond's arm was around her shoulders, his blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. The older man had an arm around her waist, his sandy hair in a mullet style, a sparkle in his blue-green eyes. They seemed... Happy.
Happier than she had seen herself be for many years.
She pressed her lips together, shocked when she realized she was holding back tears.
Whoever these people were, they were important.
She glanced toward her laptop and phone book. Whoever this 'Demyx' was, she'll find him. There was no rational reason for this; there was always the chance that 'Roxas' was trying to prank her, or something. The letter could be fake.
However, she was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, it was real.