AN: sorry this chapter took so long to come out, I'm just not feeling very inspired lately. I originally planned on making this a series of stories, but I think I might shorten it given my lack of interest.

Riku

The band of ragtag of islanders stepped out of our boat onto the shore of Twilight Town where we were greeted by a less than friendly group of Dusks. We quickly dispatched the twelve of them before continuing deeper into the town.

It had been a long time since I'd last seen the city that Roxas spent his last few days of life in, not knowing who he truly was. Though for some reason I felt that it was better that way, as if there was some great pain that I didn't want him to have to bare.

"Riku, are you okay?" Kairi asked as we walked through the gate into the shopping district. The area was empty, but you could plainly see the signs of a massive battle in the form of craters, scorch marks, and large chunks of ice floating as if suspended in time.

"I'm fine, I was just thinking about the last time I was here." I said, reaching into my vest pocket where I'd begun stashing the old blindfold I used to wear when Ansem, well Xehanorts Heartless, had almost conquered my heart. "Selphie, Waka, you should head back to the boat."

"No way Brotha, we're seeing this through as a team." Waka said, putting his hand on my right shoulder.

"Wakas right man, I don't think we can storm a castle with just the three of us." Tidus said, resting his Keyblade on his shoulder.

"There are at least two other Keyblade wielders here, so that makes five." I said, gripping the strip of cloth in my pocket tighter. "That's more than we had the last time we raided the Organizations headquarters."

"It doesn't matter either way, I'm going whether you like it or not, Waka can do what he wants." Selphi said, walking past us while leaning back on her hands.

"I aint missin' a good fight." Waka said, tossing his ball up into the air and bouncing it on his knees before catching it on his head.

"This isn't a game!" I shouted, glaring at my old friends. This wasn't going to be like last time, and I wasn't sure that everyone was going to make it out alive. "You could die, you probably will die. Now get out of here!"

"That's all the more reason to stay Brotha." Waka said, smiling at me. When I looked around everyone else was doing the same, but their eyes told a different story.

They were just as scared as I was, but they were smiling. They were willing to fight even though they knew what might happen to them, because of what might happen to them.

"Riku, if we might die, that means you might as well, and we can't let that happen now can we?" Kaire said, resting her hand on my left bicep. "You're pretty useless without me after all."

"She's not wrong." A familiar voice called from the Sandlot entrance. When I looked over I saw Roxitas wearing his hood over his head and a few other people following close behind. "For a Keyblade Master you're not exactly very good at protecting the light."

"What are you talking about Roxitas?" I called, surprised by his insult. Though he had revealed himself to be straight forward he'd never insulted someone so casually.

"Oh I forgot, you weren't here when I changed." He said, taking off his hood to reveal a different face than the one I'd gotten used to looking at. His hair resembled that of a black lions mane. His eyes looked closer to Soras but without any of the joy, Instead they contained mischief that closely resembled those of… who was I thinking about, somebody from the Organization I think. "So, what do you think of my new look?"

"The looks fine, but I'm not sure I enjoy your personality." I said, looking him dead in the eyes. While looking there I was surprised to see the same pain and drive that had been in his eyes before. "So why do you look more like your darker counterpart?"

"The false Organization took control of the Dusks, so I needed someone else to fight under me." He answered as a dark blue figure darted from his cloak and onto his shoulder. "So, shall we get to taking back my castle?"

Roxitas

I was surprised at how easy it was to hack through the Dusks that surrounded my mansion now that I wasn't holding back my Dark powers. I was spinning and flipping through hordes of them at a time. As I charged through another pack of the whit cloaked Nobodies I noticed that my body wasn't agreeing with my sudden outburst of energy. I had almost completely destroyed the sole on my left boot when I decided that I should slow down.

Around that time is when the Keyblad Gliders burst through the trees and killed a large number of Dusks. As the Keyblade wielders that were riding it joined the battle I noticed that their eyes had become red, but I didn't have time to think about it as about thirty additional Dusks tackled me from my left.

I quickly dispatched of them, but by the time I looked back they had become lost in the see of white and various shades of blues and reds. 'I really should have made the Unversed in more than just the base colors.' I thought to myself as I blasted magical attacks from my Keyblades.

It was about another hour before I kicked in the face of the final Dusk in the now destroyed training area I'd created a little more than a month ago.

"Quite impressive Keyblade users, truly I did not expect you to make it so far." I heard Vonx's voice say from the entrance to my mansion. "Nice look Organization wannabe, it suits you, though I'm not a fan of the eye color. What happened to your old one?"

"It's kind of a tradeoff." I answered, smirking at the girl. "The better question is why did you chose to take that form."

"That's a stupid question." She said, looking down at me from the stair case. "We do not chose our appearance you imbecile, don't you know anything?"

"They're Replicas, an old Organizations project." Lee said, walking up next to me. "They were designed to copy the ability of Keyblade wielders so that the Organization wouldn't have to rely on a wild card like yo… I mean Roxas."

"Ah, well then why don't they look like the people they copy?" Seifer asked from a few yards behind the rest of us.

"Because we weren't designed to have a form." She answered, glaring down at us. "We only gained these forms because of the importance of the memories of this person were to making the person we copied a Keyblade wielder."

"One more question, are they more difficult to kill than a normal human?" I asked, smirking over to Lee.

"No."

We ran down the long white hall, slashing down the Heartless in our way before we reached the large white door. We through it open and saw an infinite white expanse with Oni sitting at a grand piano, and Ventus now wearing a cloaked version of his old shirt standing next to her with a smile on his face, but a frown in his eyes.

Oni began to pluck at the keys of the piano and then she started singing. "Forgotten days, a fading memory. Lost and no longer seeking one another. Desperately still, you're reaching toward him. Hopelessly certain, you can mend the broken. Longing for a light lost in time, so distant. Pleading with fate, to be forgiving. Allow the shattered Hearts to be regathered. Fighting for love, to have a meaning. Without a promise, to embrace the Darkness. Hoping for a Dream lost in Light, so distant. Reasons ignored, no longer caring. How long it may take, just to mend the heart break. Lost and unsure the boy is fading a distant fragment of nobody important. Wishing for a day lost in memories distant." She stops, her hands moving away from the piano, and she looks up with a big smile on her face. "It's good to see you again."

I dropped to my knees, tears in my eyes as I looked at two of my closest friends, standing there so close that I could almost touch them. That's when everything went black.