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"Hey..."

"Come on, wake up."

"Come on, I can tell you're awake."

Namine opened her eyes. Staring back at her was a pair of brown eyes. These eyes belonged to a young man with blue hair and fair skin. His left hand was resting on her cheek.

"Good. I was getting worried for a second there." He stated.

Namine sat up slowly. She looked around the valley in which she, the now kneeling boy and the red-headed man behind the boy resided. It was a wide valley, with grass flowing in the breeze and a dirt road off to her left.

Namine's gaze fell on the boy who awoke her and his accomplice. He was sitting there with a smile on his face.

"Razyn..." Namine sighed. She jumped into Razyn's arms and hugged him with all of the force she could muster. Razyn laughed and hugged her right back.

Arxzyn smiled and shook his head. He chuckled and held Lucifer's Catalyst over his shoulder as he walked away, giving the two friends some time to themselves.

Namine backed up a bit and dismounted Razyn. "Sorry." She muttered with a grin. She sat next to him and pulled her knees closer to her chest with a sigh.

Then there was silence. Calm or awkward, Namine couldn't be sure. The wind howled through the valley, making the grass shift and wave like an ocean of green. Strands of her hair flew off of her shoulder with the wind. She was about to say something when she felt a warm hand grasp hers. She smiled with a blush and gripped Razyn's hand.

There was peace. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, there was peace in her heart, in her mind, and in her soul. Razyn's heart was back, nobody was trying to kill her, and she felt more alive than ever. Namine felt weightless and Razyn's hand was the only anchor holding her down. And she loved it.

"Namine..." Razyn said, breaking her from her daze. Namine turned to him and smiled with him.

"Yes?"

Razyn closed his eyes and sighed. "I want to thank you. ...and apologize."

"For what?" She asked while she straightened her hair, sliding it away from her face.

Razyn looked back to the grass. It was still shifting back and forth in the zephyr. "I want to thank you for all you did. Without your help, I never would have been able to unchain my Love." Namine gave him a puzzled look. He met her gaze with his own solemn expression and continued. "Without you, I'd still be a lonely boy. Before I met you, I didn't think I could love. I thought I would be alone forever." Razyn smiled."Without you, I would have never had the strength to bring both you and Arxzyn back to this road." He looked away, to the red and orange clouds overhead. "My love, the Love you gave me, it was so strong it gave me a new form. Like Lust, just beautiful. You should have seen it. It felt so good."

"..." Razyn paused, to Namine's relief. She loved him, but he was giving her way too much new information. There was silence once again. She contemplated sketching out the sunset in her little notepad, but decided against it. Anything could happen to ruin this moment, and she needed it. Plus, she would have to let go of Razyn...

Razyn sighed. Namine looked back to him. "I'm also sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. But it did, all because I was being so childish." Razyn looked down at his feet. "I forced you to go on this whole stupid adventure for me. I put you through danger and torture. I can't imagine why you still love me after all I've-"

"Oh, stop." Namine interrupted. She gave Razyn a stern look as she spoke. "I don't care about any of that. I would do anything for you. Don't you forget it."

Razyn smiled again. "Thank you Namine. Really, I mean it. I don't know what I'd do without your Love."

Namine giggled and punched Razyn in the shoulder, earning an audible yelp. "You mean our love." She corrected.

Razyn winced as he rubbed his now throbbing shoulder. He grinned and said, "Well I guess you are right. We both ha-"

oXo

"Razyn..." Namine sighed. She jumped into Razyn's arms and hugged him with all of the force she could muster. Razyn laughed and hugged her right back.

Arxzyn smiled and shook his head. He chuckled and held Lucifer's Catalyst over his shoulder as he walked away, giving the two friends some time to themselves. 'Honestly, those two shall never fully enter adulthood.' He looked over his shoulder at the two. The Heartless and the Somebody. His being the Nobody completed their little troop. After a few more moments of walking, he stopped and turned around to face their backs.

Arxzyn watched as Namine and Razyn, both happy as can be, relaxed by themselves in the grass. Now empty, he couldn't help but feel like he needed some of that. Whatever was it called? Love? Friendship? It didn't matter.

Arxzyn looked up and watched the stars twinkle. 'This land is quite amusing. One step and nightfall descends upon you.'

All that mattered was this: even with the way things are, they weren't right. Namine's love was a Heartless. Yes, his new power gifted him with a familiar guise, but surely this facade is not indefinite. Namine herself was corrupt with the dark evil of Pride. A maiden so pure mustn't be disgraced by such a foul sin. As for himself...

Arxzyn placed his free hand on his chest, and suspired. 'I am yet again, without a heart.'

Arxzyn looked back to his two comrades. Namine laughed and punched Razyn in the shoulder, earning an audible yelp.

As charming as the scene may be, it wasn't the way things were supposed to be. Arxzyn knew this, and knew he had to mend it anyway he could. 'I owe them both my existence... This is the least I can do'

The Virtuous Crusader turned around and drew Lucifer's Catalyst. Holding the sword in both hands, he slammed the blade straight into the grassy meadow while he screamed, "Release my Blasphemy!"

Thunder's exploding fury echoed throughout the valley as lightning crashed down in front of Arxzyn. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes, fearing he would be blinded by such feats of Holy magic.

Something nearby made a thumping noise.

Arxzyn opened his eyes. He briefly looked around for the source of the sound before stopping. Now kneeling and resting his hands on the pommel of his blade, he instantly realized that Lucifer's Catalyst had returned to its original form.

He stood up and pulled the sword out with his left hand. He didn't have to look at it. He knew well enough what it looked like: pointed tip, guard wider than the blade, with no holes to be seen, and possessing its original silver gleam.

"What form of trickery is this?" Arxzyn whispered eyes wider than the lenses of his shades. He turned his gaze to where Namine and Razyn were sitting. They were gone. The grass was gone. Arxzyn's gaze lead all along the ground, looking this way and that, and found that the patch of grass under his feet was the only remnant of the once lush meadow that traveled along side the Crux Road. The rest was empty darkness. Even the sky, which was once a glittering wonder, was now muted and dead.

"This is The World."

"Who is there? Show yourself!" Arxzyn demanded, looking all around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Don't bother looking for me. I am not in The World with you in physical form. Only Mental." The voice echoed from all sides.

"What purpose does my being here serve?" Arxzyn asked, now standing still. He lowered his sword to the grass and gently stabbed the earth, placing his hands on the pommel.

"You called upon your Blasphemy." Arxzyn tensed. "I took you to the The World. The only world so devoid of sin and virtue, of Light and Dark, and crime and justice, that none but I know of its existence. Here Nothing exists, not muddled by the Something that exists elsewhere. Here, we can speak freely of what you desire." The voice paused. "Without judgment. I thought you would appreciate it."

Arxzyn simply stood there, silent as a statue. He was wearing his trademark frown, and had both hands resting on the dull pommel of Fallen Angel's Reign.

He stood there, stalwart as his resolve, for what could have been hours.

Finally, he did one thing; he kicked off his boots into the darkness, and wriggled his toes in the grass. Despite his expectations, he was still astonished when he found that the grass was soft and cold as it had been in the world he was once standing in.

"...What are your desires, Virtuous Crusader?"

Arxzyn looked up from the grass and spoke. "I request that Namine and Razyn have a happier life. A life that will be better than the dysfunctional one they are destined to have if they remain in their current states."

"What about yourself? Don't you want to be happy?"

Arxzyn slowly shook his head. "I don't care about my happiness." He stated. Seeing as there was no one was there, he was solemnly speaking into the back of his hands. "I've never felt true happiness. I would not miss it if I was denied it." He nodded and looked up into the nothing. "But those two, they have felt the joys of life, endured the trials of pain and anguish. I wish nothing more than for those two to have happiness. If, by coincidence, I benefit from this wish, than so be it. But my only goal is to give them what they deserve."

Arxzyn lowered his head, almost resting it on his hands. "They are the closest thing to a family I have. I would willingly give up anything to give them a better life." Arxzyn's shoulders sagged as he closed his eyes. 'Back in the Station, I could tell they would do the same.

"...Anything?" Blasphemy asked.

Arxzyn nodded, lightly hitting his forehead against his hands.

"Like what?"

Arxzyn raised his head and looked into the nothing. "Like this." Without warning, he raised his sword in one hand and threw it straight forward like a javelin. "Take it," He calmly stated, "It is my most prized possession, but I am glad to sacrifice it for this cause."

"Hm..." Blasphemy sounded as if he was contemplating the offering. Something clanged in the far off distance as Arxzyn waited. "I'm not convinced." He finally said.

"Truly?" Arxzyn removed his shades, and stared at them. He folded them up, and held them in one hand. "These shades of mine, they represent my individuality." He flicked his wrist and with a flash, the shades turned into a crescent-shaped dagger. Arxzyn looked up to the ever present nothing. With skill he chose not to use throughout his adventure, he threw the knife straight ahead, faster than a bullet. "I will forfeit my identity for those two."

"..."

Arxzyn stood up straight and gazed up to the would-be sky. He took a deep breath and clutched his under shirt. He tore it apart, revealing his chiseled unblemished figure. Arxzyn spoke to the Blasphemy, his tone staring calm, but quickly building. "If you still do not believe me heed these words: to ensure my goal, I would happily rip out any heart of my possession and hand it to you if it meant guaranteeing their happiness!"

'They both would do the same! 100 times over! I know it!'

"What say you!" Arxzyn shouted as he still held his shirt open.

"...Tell me, Virtuous Crusader, why are you so hell-bent on changing these two?" Blasphemy asked in a pleading tone. "What do you have to gain?"

Arxzyn lowered his arms and bravely stared into the nothing. "Because," He said in a tone most contumacious, "Two children such as they do not deserve such cursed lives. As long as I stand as a holy paladin, I will devote my entire being to change their fates."

Blasphemy chuckled. "I didn't know meddling was in a paladin's job description... It's not your responsibility, is it?"

"You do not understand!" Arxzyn declared. Though he remained poised, his tone easily deceived his true feelings. "We three are not separate. We are one, chained together by our very hearts; by our one heart!"

"And...?"

Arxzyn's features twisted with pain and he turned his head away. "And... And... And!" He looked straight ahead, taking a step forward and pumping his fist. "And I love them! They love me! I've seen the worlds of sin and Darkness, if only for a moment!" Tears were now running down his face, but he continued. "I do not wish such a fate upon my closest friends!" By the end, he was sobbing almost every other word.

"Arxzyn."

Arxzyn fell to his knees and continued to sob, his shoulders rising and falling with every burst. "I beg of you. Grant. My. Wish!" He screamed before slumping into the green grass below.

"Arxzyn!"

"Please..." Arxzyn begged the eidolon with one more moan, before fainting.

oXo

Arxzyn opened his eyes.

A/N

Before you say anything, I wrote that scene with Arxzyn before I even knew who Terra was, let alone his fate.

In every story, I try to focus on only the main character. But since there are three in this one, and Arxzyn joined late, I decided against cutting this huge scene, just to give the big guy more time in the limelight and to prove that he really is nice after all.

Nobody ever gets better unless they are told how bad they are!

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