A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

81. Tonight

A Hundred of Her Memories

81 – Tonight

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Xion looked out of the window the Grey Area, hugging herself to keep out the bone-chilling cold. The cold that always was constant in this Non-Existent world… in her non-existent puppet being.

She stared blankly out, her blue eyes empty and dull. As grey as the castle she resided in. A splash of color appeared at her side. Red hair. Axel.

"Let's go somewhere tonight."

She looked up, a bit of spark back into her eyes. "Okay. Is Roxas coming too?"

He snorted. "No. Just us." Then he grabbed her hand and led her into a dark corridor. "Come on!"

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Continued in next chapter…

This is a favorite arc of mine. :)