"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Sora asks, for the fifth time.

"Yes! Just do it, okay?" I sigh, this was getting annoying, him asking the same question five times.

"Okay, okay.. I'll do it. Just.. Close your eyes and clear your mind. That should make entering your subconscious easier." he says.

I nod and do as he says to and then it feels like I'm falling and suddenly I open my eyes and I'm in a different place. I'm standing in a mansion and it's dark, except for a lone light coming from under a doorway. I head towards the light and when I open the door Sora's the one in the room. He's sitting on the floor in front of an old fireplace, the fire burning bright. He looks normal: Brown hair and ocean blue eyes, and his skin tone is normal too, no longer pale.

I walk up beside him and sit down. I look at him, but he''s staring into the flame, so I do the same. Inside the flame I see things. I can see.. Memories. Only, the memory that keeps playing, is his memory, of the day I murdered him. I look away from the fire then. He turns and looks at me, "Why do you look away?"

I look at him, "Because.. I saw the anger in my eyes, and it wasn't mine.."

He nods, accepting this, and he looks back at the fire, "I knew it wasn't your anger. I've seen how angry you can get when we were little and Todus broke my leg when he pushed me. You didn't get as mad as this."

"So.. Why was I so angry then?" I ask.

"Maybe I'm supposed to ask you that." he smiles softly, "'Why?' is supposed to be my question."

"Yeah." I nod, "I guess it is."

He nods, staring at the fire still, "It is. But I can't ask, not without you having the answer. Because in reality, you don't have it."

"Then.. Who does?" I ask, staring at him in confusion.

I've been asking myself why ever since it happened, and he knew I didn't know? Why didn't he tell me?

"I couldn't tell you, because I didn't know, not until you let me in. Why were you blocking me?" he replies, closing his eyes.

"I didn't know I was.." I say, because it's true.

He smiles, "I know. It wasn't you blocking me."

I look at him, clearly confused. He shakes his head, "Someone else lives here. Besides you."

"What?" I blink.

"In your subconscious, you're not the only person here. Someone else lives here, fueling your anger." he replies, eyes opening, reflecting the flame.

"Who else is here?" I ask.

"I am."

I gasp and turn around, seeing a man wearing a black suit with tan skin and silver colored hair with golden eyes, sitting in a chair, legs crossed, hands together in front of his chin. I frown, eyes narrowing, "Who are you?"

Sora stands, looking angry, "I know you."

The man smirks, "Do you?"

"Yes. You're the reason the murder victims never find peace, why they die in the first place! Ansem." Sora growls.

I look at him, wide-eyed, then back at the man, now angry, but not from his fueling rage, from my own anger against him for what he's done, and for endangering Sora's soul.