Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! I've been really exhausted (yay migraine clusters) and whatnot... but here's the last chapter of this crossover. Hope you're not disappointed with the outcome. Enjoy!

The Memory Witch started poking around in his head again.

He sighed.

"Must you?"

He threw up a few more mental blocks to keep her away from a few memories that he didn't want her to see, focused a bit on recalling some that it would be amusing for her to stumble upon, and then started poking around in her head, just to see how she liked it.

She glared.

He went ahead and glared back.

Then she poked at a memory that he didn't want her seeing. Now he really glared, and quickly threw up more mental blocks around it.

Mental blocks which she then proceeded to, well, shatter.

"Hey!" he shouted, throwing up some more. "Stay away from that, Witch!"

"You can stop calling her that, now!" Real Thing spat.

"It's better than the alternative," the Memory Witch told him, her voice quiet and maybe a bit strained.

Sora's Shadow might have laughed if he wasn't too busy trying to keep her away from the blasted memory. He wished she'd leave it alone, though, since he was trying to keep her away from it, she probably really wanted to figure out what it was.

Great.

He grimaced, then pulled at one of her memories at random, hoping it would be painful enough that she would stop.

It wasn't. She didn't even seem fazed by it.

He growled. He figured that anything involving Larxene would have been good enough. Guess not. New tactic.

"Cut it out!" he screamed.

He was starting to get images from the memory now, which could only mean she was succeeding. He could see Kairi sleeping. Kairi screaming. The tears-

"What is going on?" Real Thing asked.

The Memory Witch paused her mental assault for a second. Sora's Shadow only held back a sigh of relief. He quickly composed himself.

He wasn't going to cry.

Not now.

Not ever.

"Sorry, talking out loud takes more energy than this…" the Memory Witch said, slowly. "And I can read his every memory if I poke enough."

"Bi- I mean, Witch! I can only get your dark ones, not fair!"

She scoffed. "That's not fair? What about lashing out at Sora across the face? What about using Sora to make the Riku Replica cry? How are those things fair!"

He glared. "I don't play fair."

"And neither do I."

She started poking the memory again.

"OI!" he shouted, jumping to his feet. "Touch that memory one more time and someone is going to get hurt! You saw what happens when I get conflicted. I'm sure you don't want that same blind rage lashing out in your direction!"

"You won't let yourself lose control like that again," she countered.

He glared.

"Doesn't mean I want you touching that memory," he said, voice cold. "And that doesn't mean I can't find other ways to hurt you. You have a hell of a lot of dark memories inside of you, Witch. I don't have to specialize in memory manipulation to be able to use them against you." He slowly smiled, then, as he finally stumbled across a good memory.

"I mean, I'd suggest hurting Real Thing," he said, casually, the anger fading from his voice. "But I'd rather not have my heart brutally shattered and my body left discarded here like some forgotten toy."

Real Thing's eyes widened in shock.

The Memory Witch screamed.

Legitimately screamed.

Sora's Shadow smirked.

She launched herself at him, looking about ready to strangle him. He braced himself for the impact, and prepared to teleport away as soon as she made contact with him. What a wonderful time that would be to appear in Aerith's house!

Pity, though, she didn't actually make contact with him.

She ended up passing through him, instead. And it felt extremely weird. The weirdness, however, was drowned out by the flood of memories. He slowly sunk to his knees, clutching his head.

He really hated pain…

And the memories were, of course, only dark ones. Therefore, they were pretty painful.

Or, enough of them were, anyway.

Plus, to top it all off, the two memories on top involved her poking at people's memories, causing them pain. She knew it hurt them. And he thought he was bad…

C'mon, pull yourself together! he scolded himself. You need to be the one to get up first! Show that stupid little witch that you're better than-

He paused, taking a second to focus on one of the memories.

He recognized this one…

"Oh, hello," he said, and then grinned. "That's a lot of information! I mean, I was getting the most frantic thoughts from Riku earlier, but now that you're here, the picture's complete!"

The Memory Witch turned around and glared at him. Real Thing rushed over to her, and then helped her to her feet. He might have asked if she was okay, but Sora's Shadow had tuned them out. He knew where they're minds would be for the next bit, and he'd rather not be intruding on it.

Not because he was being polite or anything.

But because he didn't feel like puking.

"I wouldn't if I can affect him from here," he muttered, mainly to himself. He should've known that they were listening to him, but he didn't notice. "I want him to relive that memory. I want him to collapse into a pile of tears on the floor! I want him to-"

The sound of a blade being summoned caught his attention. He turned, and, no surprise, found Real Thing's blade aimed at his throat. Surprisingly, though, Real Thing wielded a Keyblade. He wasn't sure which was more surprising; the fact Real Thing wielded, or the fact that he just noticed.

"Leave my Replica alone," Real Thing said, firmly.

Sora's Shadow snorted.

"Please! What do you care?"

"I know that this is supposed to be his second chance at life, and I think he deserves something relatively happy. And I'm pretty sure that that's not going to happen if he keeps being bothered by his past."

"All he does is ignore his past," Sora's Shadow said, rolling his eyes. "Like that does him any good."

"And you poking at his memories doesn't do him any good, either," Real Thing retorted.

Sora's Shadow made a face. "You know, I don't think he's going to be too happy about the fact you're-" He paused, and then turned to the Heartless that just appeared beside him. "Oh, shoo!" he said, waving it away. "I'm in the middle of-"

He stopped. He could feel more Heartless appearing around them, and then all over Hollow Bastion.

Which meant…

He swore, then looked up at Real Thing and the Memory Witch.

"You need to go!" he said, quickly.

Real Thing frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but the Memory Witch beat him to it.

"Why should we listen to you?" she asked.

He pointed over at Aerith's house, which they weren't too far away from. It was a fairly large distance away, but they could still see it.

Which meant they could also see Riku throw himself out the door and start killing Heartless. And, very vaguely, they could hear his shouts of frustration, though it was impossible to make out any distinct words.

If he was even shouting any…

"That's why," Sora's Shadow said. "Don't tell me you want to be on the same battlefield as him!"

"I thought you wanted him to know we were here," Real Thing said, slowly, seeming a tad confused.

"Well that was earlier when he was just being angsty," Sora's Shadow replied. "Now he's pissed. You don't mess with Riku when he's pissed. That ends with a blade through your gut. I'd rather not die, here! Besides, he can't kill me! It would severely damage the balance of this universe! I have to be killed by Sora!" He frowned. "Or… someone closely connected to Sora. I bet Kairi could kill me. I mean, I doubt she would, but I bet she-"

"What does us being here have anything to do with this?" the Memory Witch demanded.

Sora's Shadow pointed at Riku again. "He's going to see you," he said, slowly, as if to make his point absolutely clear. "When he sees you, he sees me.And it probably won't be good if he sees me with you. Plus, the fact that the two of you are here, together isn't going to go down well, either."

The Real Thing and the Memory Witch exchanged semi-skeptical glances.

"I thought you were on a different plane of existence," the Memory Witch said argumentatively. "You can't touch us and we can't touch you."

Sora's Shadow groaned. "Not the point! You stupid people! Can't you just—"

He paused, listening.

"Shit."

Sora had convinced Aerith and Tifa that would be a good idea to let him help fight the Heartless. Aerith had naturally been skeptical. Tifa, however, had been able to see the benefits of constructive Heartless slaughter. (Well, she hadn't said slaughter, but that's what Sora's Shadow interpreted it as.) In the end, Aerith had conceded, possibly because the caffeine was wearing off.

Before the Real Thing or the Memory Witch could ask him any more stupid questions on the matter, Sora came bursting out of Aerith's front door much like Riku had done moments before. By that point, the Real Thing and the Memory Witch were too busy focusing on the giant bandages across Sora's face. The Memory Witch's face scrunched all up in concentration.

"Hey!" Sora's Shadow shouted, forgetting for a moment that he was trying to get them to leave. "You leave his memories alone! Those are mine to mess with."

The Real Thing responded to that by shoving his blade dangerously close to Sora's Shadow's neck. Not that it would have done anything, but the point was still clear as crystal.

"And you can leave hers alone," he said, his voice no longer angry, just scary dark. The Real Thing turned to the Memory Witch and started talking about how they should leave.

Sora's Shadow didn't listen. He didn't care. He was too busy noticing the fact that his throat hurt just a little. It was as if the Real Thing had wanted to hurt him so badly that it actually worked a little. He had so much darkness inside of him! If only there was a way to just mess with it a little…

But it was too late, they had gone. And, come to think of it, he should leave too. Before Sora noticed.

So he did.