Roxa's Final Wish by Walker of Nothing and DeRaza360

Raza: If you do not like to read about blood, skip this chapter.

Disclaimer: Feeling lucky, punk?

Roxas walked out of the long white corridor. He was now at Twilight's View. A glass balcony teetering on the edge of the main building. Roxas walked up the transparent steps and reached the corridor leading back into the castle. He took a deep breathe and walked in.

Roxas recognized the decorations on the other side of the Hall of Empty Melodies. He saw the white materials that closely resembled wings. Roxas looked up through the glass roof at Kingdom Hearts, wishing that he could just spontaneously spout wings and fly up there instead.

He erased the thought from his head and carried on, walking through the center of the hall. Roxas saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned around, but nothing was there. Roxas got both his keyblades ready.

"Relax, chum." Roxas spun around and saw another man wearing a black cloak. He had short, pale blonde hair with two earrings in one ear. He also had a beard and mustache.

"I'm not here bluff. The Organization wants you to come to Kingdom Hearts." Luxord said. This came unexpected to Roxas. Why would they want him to go to Kingdom Hearts? And why were they sending members out to get him? Roxas was confused.

"Why?" he said through the shadows cast by his hood.

Luxord chuckled. "That's something for me to know and you to find out."

~x~

Luxord surrounded Roxas with five huge cards and sent a free card slicing directly through the middle. He removed the cards and saw a panting Roxas, his Oath Keeper raised in the air, without a single scratch. Luxord was displeased by this, so he threw his hands down. Cards started flying up through the ground, just barely missing Roxas as he dodged them all.

In between dodging the cards and trying to keep balance, Roxas threw Oath Keeper at the distracted Luxord. The projectile hit a card that was put in place between Roxas and Luxord, and Oath keeper was immediately summoned back to Roxas's hand.

The amount of cards flying up from the floor increased, making not getting scratched a hard task indeed. To add to that, they were getting faster too. A card rushed up from under Roxas's feet. It came one centimeter close too his face as it continued it's journey upwards.

As if to get revenge for missing, another card appeared behind Roxas. Roxas being off balance meant he couldn't dodge it, or even try to block. The cards went straight up his spine, tearing his cloak in the middle. Blood started to dribble down Roxas's back, pooling where the materials of the cloak were still connected.

Roxas was bending over backwards trying to miss all the angry cards and now he had a scar on his back, constantly reminding him that it hurt like hell. Roxas continued his ballet of dodging the playing cards as he made his way towards Luxord. Luxord looked up from the ground and a card appeared directly in between them, obstructing Roxas's view of his enemy. The card floated away revealing that Luxord had moved from that position.

The cards kept relentlessly flying into the air. Streaks of Roxas's blood were now starting to smear the pristine floor. Luxord readied for an attack that would finish him off. Blood loss started causing Roxas to feel faint. The cards stopped flowing upwards from the ground. Luxord had all his cards around him, aiming them at Roxas. Roxas fainted.

~x~

Roxas awoke. He found himself to be at a different place. He was floating in pitch black. The only thing he could see was himself.

"Roxas." A voice called him. It sounded familiar, but Roxas couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Don't give up now, you can't." It didn't sound like it was coming from a single point, more like it was all around him.

"After all you've been through to get here. You can't just give up now! Roxas! Wake up!"

~x~

Roxas did find himself waking up, again. He was back at the Hall of Empty Melodies. Luxord was still readying his cards. It was like he woke up the same instant he fell asleep. He fell asleep during a battle, how pathetic was that?

Roxas already forgot what he dreamed about, but right now he had to get himself out of danger. He stood up, not noticing the wound on his back. He placed his two keyblades together, not intentionally, he just did it subconsciously. Roxas felt a spinical of light coursing it's way through his body. It mainly hung around at his scar, but Roxas couldn't care less for some reason.

He raised his weapons, pointing them downwards, as he felt so very alive at that moment. Roxas thrust Oblivion and Oath Keeper into the ground. Light erupted from the crack he made as Luxord's playing cards swiped their way furiously towards Roxas.

Roxas couldn't remember much from this moment. He just made out tiny bits. A blinding light striking someone down, a scream of pain, his weapons disappearing, the ground coming closer, darkness.

Roxas woke up yet again, still in the same area, still on alert. Luxord and his dreadful cards were no where in sight. The floor had deep cracks in it. Dried blood was scatter all over the place. That reminded Roxas of something. He stroke his back.

The cloak was still ripped up but he could feel any liquid blood. Also, there was no pain when he touched it. It seemed he made an immediate full recovery.

Slightly surprised, Roxas stood up and brought his hood over his head. He walked on.

dragonlover131313, if you ever read this, try to find the reference to one of your fanfics. 8D