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Destiny came downstairs leaving Sora still asleep on their bed. Her head was a mess and she needed to clear it before she did anything rash and stupid. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair trying to straiten it out a bit. It had been wrong of her to take Sora like that but she couldn't bring herself to regret doing so. The feelings that blossomed in her chest knew that she was in love with her Master. Some part of her trusted him even though he had the same face as the betrayer of so long ago. There were differences though that were clear as day. Sora's eyes were the windows to his soul and the past one had hid what he felt behind a mask of indifference. What got her the most was that her little Master's laugh set her heart racing like nothing else. It made her feel like she could let go with him and have fun where with the past she had to hide everything and fun was never part of her vocabulary. She sighed again knowing this teen was going to be the death of her.

She walked past the living room and stopped seeing Riku sitting on the couch drinking a cup of tea. Making a quick decision Destiny walked into the living room. The silver haired teen looked up at her.

"Good morning," he said softly.

"Morning. Isn't it early to be up?"

"I couldn't sleep."

She nodded in understanding and knew how that was. Even after she exhausted her Master her body still hummed with the excess energy that hadn't been spent. Destiny knew that she had to get rid of it or it could have dangerous repercussions like taking Sora again and again until he couldn't properly function even though her darker side chuckled at that and produced images for her to witness. Shaking it off she thought about her mission again and looked at Riku.

"I need you to do something for me."

"Okay?"

"When Sora wakes I need you to start his hand-to-hand combat."

"Won't you be here to start it with him?"

"No, if I started his training he'd be dead before lunch and I mean that literally. Have Axel help you."

"Where are you going?"

"To get answers."

"For what?"

"About something that I think the Kage Samurai are after."

"All right," Riku agreed reluctantly. "He's going to be hurt waking up without you."

Destiny turned her back on the silver haired teen and moved towards the door. She heard him come up behind her. "I can understand why you did it. He needs to be focused."

Her hand was on the door knob. Destiny felt she had to set something strait with the silver haired teen before he jumped to any conclusions and he didn't understand her so therefore he couldn't possible know why she did what she did.

"He's not my mate if that's what you're asking."

"I don't want Sora to be hurt Destiny, so don't make me regret trusting you with him."

"You have no say in it Riku."

"Axel told me about your old master being named Riku and that you said I look like him."

She reminded herself that this boy wasn't her old master and the fact that she couldn't kill Axel because it would be kind of pointless. Her dark side was baying to teach this audacious kit his place. She flexed her hand to prevent herself from ripping into the boy's skin.

"You're not him by a long shot so…"

"I know, but Destiny I don't want my best friend hurt."

"In the end it was his choice Riku, as was it to bite my own arm to prevent me from claiming him for eternity. When he understands what that means he will be nothing more than my Master and if it's sex he wants then I will have no…"

Riku felt rage boil up at her words and before she could finish that statement he hit her. He watched her reach up and touched her lip.

"How dare you?! Sora isn't like that and you know it."

Destiny whipped her lip. A small smear of blood dotted her finger. She blinked before narrowing her eyes and turning them on Riku. She gave him credit for not flinching under her gaze. His emotions were running wild through his eyes. There was a small hint of fear but the emotion raging the most violently was the protective emotions. Her anger rose to meet his anger but she wouldn't release it upon his head.

"You know nothing of my past human," she snarled. "So therefore do not presume to tell me what I already know. I know Sora isn't like that but I cannot easily forget that someone that looked exactly like Sora was that cruel to me. Cruel enough to destroy an innocent life that he helped create."

The youkai hadn't meant to tell Riku that much. That part of her life she hated with everything that she was. That man had destroyed any hopes of being happy with someone that could have loved her. In the end she had killed him for killing the child that grew within her. Of anything that child had deserved to live.

"But Sora isn't him whoever he was."

"His name was Sora. He was my Master Riku's best friend."

She finally opened the door and walked out leaving the stunned silver haired teen in her wake. It was best that she allowed him to stew over that one. Once outside she formed her black portal and stepped through it. With a heavy sigh, she landed in a cave. There was hardly any light in this place but her youkai sight allowed her to see the room in clarity. Towards the back there was a raised platform. A large white marble kitsune lay across an alter. Its eyes were closed. Moving forward she cut her hand and smeared her blood across the side of the marble kitsune. Backing up away from the platform she knelt on one knee and bent her head.

"I, Destiny the last remaining Kage Kitsune Youkai, call for your aid and guidance."

At first nothing happened. She kept her head bowed. A wind from seemingly nowhere tossed her long dark locks to and fro. "Please White One I seek answer."

"You are in a great deal of pain to be summoning me, Destiny."

She didn't raise her head as she heard the groaning of stone as the white kitsune raised its head.

"I seek answers."

"I hear the whispering of the wind telling me the Kage Samurai have risen again."

"Yes," she whispered softly.

"I assume there is a Keyblade Wielder?"

"There are Four of them and a fifth within one of the Four."

"There hasn't been that many of them in thousands of years."

"I seek the knowledge of the creators of the Kumori Keyblade."

"Were you not told the legend when you were young kit?"

Destiny didn't look up. The legend had been vague at best when she was told about it but the whole knowledge of it had been scatted to the four winds.

"What little I was told was vague at best. The forger of the blade was a kitsune youkai and the Keyblade Master had been female. That is all I know for certain anything else I assumed on my own."

"You assumed they were mates?"

The younger kitsune raised her head to see kind blue eyes staring back at her. There was a great deal of wisdom in those eyes. She thought vaguely how easy it would be to get lost in those deep blue eyes. Then the darker half of her reared up demanding that there was only one set of blue eyes that it wanted to be lost in and that was the teen they had in their arms last night.

"Yes, there were rumors that the kitsune died not long after the forging of the blade."

"We'll you were right in assuming that they were mates in that respect because they were. It was his love for her that made him make the Keyblade because her Kingdom Key was failing in strength. If I recall correctly the blade had cracked in a few places."

"Tell me the story please," she begged softly.

"Very well. Sit though it will be a long story."

She nodded as she sat down. The white marble kitsune rose and stepped down from the alter and lay down in front of her. Closing its eyes he began his story.

"It all started 2000 years ago…"