'Asu...'
'Asu!'
The voice called out his nickname, a name that had been reserved for him by only one being. Asukazen's memories began to stir, faint fragments of a past long buried. But the mere thought of revisiting that memory brought him great anguish. As much as he resisted, he was compelled to relive it once more.
The scene shifted to a desolate corner of the military compound where a young Asukazen stood, his weary eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and animosity. He had grown tired of being forced to fight, to serve the adults who claimed to protect humanity. Asukazen's resentment toward humanity grew with each passing day, and his belief in their worth diminished.
But amidst the despair and hatred, there was a flicker of respect within Asukazen for his fellow young Keyblade Wielders. They were the ones who truly understood the weight of the war, who bore the burden of fighting alongside him. The adults seemed distant, disconnected from the reality of the battle. It was only the children, the ones like Blizzard, who felt the true weight of the conflict.
As he scanned the area, he noticed that one of the 799 children was missing. His keen instincts led him to believe that Blizzard, the young Keyblade wielder he had recently encountered in the middle of the battlefield, was somewhere nearby. Curiosity piqued, Asukazen decided to seek out Blizzard, wondering where he had disappeared to.
Walking through the dimly lit corridors, Asukazen's steps were silent, his movements calculated. He navigated the compound with ease, his keen senses guiding him closer to his target. Finally, he arrived at a secluded area where he spotted Blizzard sleeping on a bench, his expression filled with despair.
Listening intently, Asukazen heard the whispered words escape Blizzard's lips.
Young Blizzard: I just want to sleep... To escape from all of this, I just want it all to end (The young Blizzard murmured, his voice filled with despair.) Maybe if I sleep, everything will be back to how it used to be. Maybe I can forget...
The young Asukazen was captivated by Blizzard's words, sensing a strange energy emanating from him. It was as if Blizzard's consciousness was detaching from his body, seeking solace in another realm. Intrigued, Asukazen decided to try a similar experiment, to see if he too could find an escape from the turmoil that surrounded him.
Taking a deep breath, Asukazen whispered his own desperate plea, his voice filled with bitterness and resentment.
Young Asukazen: I want to be free... free from this wretched world. I want to forget the pain and the suffering. Take me away from here...
The young Asukazen closed his eyes, his heart filled with the intensity of his desires. The air around him seemed to crackle with energy as his consciousness, fueled by hatred and a yearning for escape, began to disconnect from his body.
Asukazen's eyes widened in astonishment as he found himself standing amidst the ethereal beauty of the Dream World. The vibrant floating islands, adorned with multi-colored clouds, seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. He could feel a gentle breeze brushing against his skin, and the sensation of his own body confirmed that this was not a mere dream.
A mix of shock and confusion washed over Asukazen as he struggled to comprehend the reality before him. How could this be possible? He questioned his own sanity, unable to fathom the implications of what he had just experienced.
The young Asukazen took hesitant steps forward, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the Dream World. The rainbow bridges connecting the floating islands beckoned him, offering a path to explore this mystical realm.
His mind raced with questions, searching for an explanation. Was this a manifestation of his deepest desires, brought to life by his experiment? Or had he stumbled upon a hidden truth? A realm separates from the world he had known?
The young Asukazen reached out, his fingers brushing against one of the fluffy clouds that composed the floating islands. The sensation was surprisingly tangible, affirming that this was no mere illusion. The Dream World existed, and he had somehow found his way into it.
The young Asukazen's steps grew more cautious as he became aware of a distant presence tugging at his consciousness. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, unlike anything he had encountered in the waking world. Uncertainty gnawed at him, but curiosity propelled him forward.
The young Asukazen's heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew he possessed the power of the Keyblade, a weapon that could protect him from any lurking dangers. With his hand firmly gripped around the hilt of his Keyblade, he pressed forward.
The young Asukazen dashed across the vibrant cloud islands, his eyes darting from one colorful corner to another. His body was tense, anticipating the presence of a menacing heartless or a formidable enemy lurking in this strange dimension. But to his surprise, the only thing that greeted him was the tranquility of the realm and the gentle whispers of the wind.
Confusion etched upon his face, the young Asukazen slowed his pace, unable to comprehend the absence of danger. He had grown accustomed to the horrors of war, where every step was fraught with peril. The absence of imminent threats left him feeling disoriented, uncertain of how to navigate this unfamiliar realm.
His footsteps faltered as he reached a particularly enchanting cloud island, adorned with vibrant flowers and wisps of sparkling mist. It was there that he saw it. The young Asukazen's initial disappointment quickly turned to confusion as he observed the peculiar creature in his sight. Its appearance was far from what he had expected in this strange dimension. He had braced himself for another nightmarish Heartless creature, but instead, he was confronted with a small, adorable being that resembled a fusion of a plushie and a gray cat standing on its two legs like a human.
Running his hand through his black hair in frustration, Asukazen muttered to himself.
Young Asukazen: What? What are you? (He paced around the vibrant cloud island, his eyes scanning the surroundings, expecting danger to appear at any moment. He couldn't comprehend why this creature was the source of the strange presence he had felt.)
Meanwhile, the Chirithy, having never encountered a human before, was equally puzzled. It tilted its large rounded head to the side. It had existed in the Dream World alongside other Dream Eaters for a year, but this was its first encounter with a human being. It gazed back at Asukazen, equally perplexed by the presence of a human. It had existed in the Dream World alongside other Dream Eaters for quite some time, but encountering a human was an entirely new experience.
Chirithy: I could ask the same thing? (The Chirithy responded, its voice filled with curiosity and innocence. The creature tilted its large rounded head to the side, its confusion evident.)
The young Asukazen, surprised to find that this creature could speak, felt a pang of curiosity rise within him. He approached cautiously, his eyes scanning the Chirithy, trying to make sense of its existence. It seemed friendly and harmless, unlike anything he had encountered in the war-torn world outside this strange dimension.
Young Asukazen: What are you exactly? A friend or a foe? (He asked again, seeking a better understanding.)
The Chirithy paused, contemplating the question.
Chirithy: I'm not sure (It finally answered, its voice carrying a sense of wonder.) I've always lived here, in the Dream World.
Asukazen processed the response, trying to make sense of this new found information. A creature that lived solely in the Dream World, with no knowledge of the human realm. It was a revelation that left him with more questions than answers.
The Chirithy tilted its large rounded head to the side, its blue eyes fixed on the young Asukazen.
Chirithy: Why do you look different? (It asked, genuine curiosity lacing its words.) All of my kind look exactly the same.
The young Asukazen furrowed his brow, taken aback by the question. It seemed trivial to him, but he understood the Dream Eater's genuine curiosity. He contemplated for a moment before responding.
Young Asukazen: I'm just a human. That's how humans look like.
The Chirithy blinked, processing the response.
Chirithy: Human (It repeated, as if testing out the word on its tongue.) I've never heard of humans before. Where do you come from?
Asukazen hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe his world.
Young Asukazen: I come from a realm called the Real World (He explained, knowing that it might be difficult for the Chirithy to comprehend.) It's a place where humans live. It's very different from this Dream World.
The Chirithy continued to observe the young Asukazen, its gaze shifting to the object he held in his hand-the key-shaped weapon known as a Keyblade. The Dream Eater sensed a mysterious power emanating from it, one it had never encountered before. Curiosity sparked within the Chirithy, eager to understand the significance of this unusual weapon.
Chirithy: Hey! What is that thing you're holding? (The Chirithy asked, its voice filled with genuine curiosity. It sought to understand the purpose and nature of the Keyblade, a weapon that seemed to possess a unique form of magic.)
Asukazen hesitated, a mix of emotions churning within him. He knew how to answer, to describe the Keyblade. But to reveal its true purpose, to protect the world, forced to fight in a war with 799 other children. This brought forth a surge of emotional turmoil. For an entire year, he had been forced to wield this weapon against his will, its weight and responsibility burdening his being.
Young Asukazen: It's a Keyblade (He finally responded, his voice lacking the enthusiasm that typically accompanied such a declaration.) A weapon used to fight creatures of darkness.
The Chirithy felt a strange sensation emanating from the young Asukazen as he spoke those words. It sensed a mix of reluctance, sadness, and a deep-rooted disgust. The Dream Eater couldn't fully comprehend the complexities of human emotions, but it could sense that there was more to this story, something the young Asukazen was not willing to divulge.
1 Week Later.
The young Asukazen found himself once again standing on a colorful cloud island in the Dream World for the fourth time, surrounded by the vibrant colors and ethereal beauty of the realm. The Dream Eater, the peculiar creature he had encountered before, stood patiently, was waiting for his return in the same spot where they had first met.
Chirithy: You came back. (The Chirithy stated matter-of-factly, its voice carrying a hint of warmth and familiarity.)
The young Asukazen stared at the Chirithy in surprise, not expecting it to be waiting for him upon his fourth return to the Dream World, neither expected to meet the strange creature again. He struggled to comprehend why this peculiar creature felt a strange attraction towards him. Confusion clouded his thoughts as he contemplated the nature of their connection.
Young Asukazen: You waited for me? (Asukazen questioned, his voice filled with genuine surprise.) But why? I didn't do anything special.
The Chirithy tilted its large rounded head, its blue eyes filled with a sense of wonder.
Chirithy: I'm not entirely sure (It admitted.) Ever since we first met. There's something about you that draws me in, though I can't quite put my paw on it. Maybe it's your presence or that key-shaped weapon you carry.
The young Asukazen's brows furrowed as he processed the creature words. He couldn't fathom why he held such fascination for the Dream Eater. After all, he was just an ordinary person thrust into extraordinary circumstances, wielding a magical weapon that carried a heavy burden.
The young Asukazen furrowed his brow, his confusion evident. He glanced at the Keyblade in his hand and then back at the Chirithy.
Young Asukazen: I... I did nothing to make you wait. Is it just curiosity?
The Chirithy's eyes sparkled with intrigue as it considered Asukazen's question. It was not entirely sure what drew it towards the young human, but it sensed a unique aura, an indescribable quality that set Asukazen apart.
Chirithy: It's not just curiosity (The Chirithy replied, its voice soft yet filled with certainty.) There's something about you, something that resonates with me. Perhaps it's your presence, your essence. I can't fully explain it, but I find myself drawn to it. You also keep coming back here every once in a while, even though I don't fully understand why.
The young Asukazen stared at the Chirithy, contemplating its words. He couldn't comprehend why this creature felt drawn to him, but he couldn't deny the strange bond that had formed between them. He had kept the truth about the horrors of war hidden, not wanting to burden the innocent creature with such weight. He couldn't reveal that he sought refuge in this realm to escape the nightmares that haunted his waking hours.
The Dream Eater, sensing Asukazen's hesitation, decided to shift the focus of their conversation. It realized that in their previous encounters, they had not even exchanged names.
Chirithy: By the way, I realized that I hadn't asked for your name! (The Chirithy said, a playful glimmer in its eyes.) What do they call you?
The young Asukazen paused for a moment, contemplating the question. He hadn't revealed his name during their previous encounters and now seemed like an opportune time to do so.
Young Asukazen: My name is Asukazen. (He finally responded, his voice steady.)
The Chirithy blinked, its demeanor shifting slightly as it absorbed the name.
Chirithy: Asukazen, huh? (It echoed, a hint of sarcasm in its tone.) Quite a mouthful. How about I just call you Asu?
Asukazen couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, appreciating the Dream Eater's attempt to shorten his name.
Asukazen: Sure, Asu works! (He replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.)
4 Weeks Later.
Fourth weeks had passed since the young Asukazen last stepped foot in the Dream World. The weight of his experiences in the war-ridden Real World had been wearing him down, making each visit to this ethereal realm all the more precious. As he settled himself near the edge of a floating cloud island, he let out a heavy sigh, seeking solace in the calm serenity that enveloped him.
The Chirithy materialized beside him, its fluffy form emanating a warm and comforting presence. Its blue eyes bore into Asukazen, filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
Chirithy: I sense something different about you (The Chirithy spoke softly, its voice laced with an empathetic tone.) It's as if our connection has deepened. I can feel your sorrow and pain, Asu.
The young Asukazen's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the Chirithy's observation. He had grown accustomed to the creature's presence and its uncanny ability to perceive emotions, but he had never expected it to pick up on his inner struggles so keenly. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Young Asukazen: It's nothing (Asukazen finally replied, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.) Just the usual hardships of the Real World.
But the Chirithy's curiosity was insatiable, and it refused to let the matter go. Its eyes bore into Asukazen's, filled with an understanding that went beyond words.
Chirithy: I've seen glimpses of what you've been through (It confessed softly.) The darkness, the heartless, the nobodies, the cruelty of the adults, the hatred within you, growing like a consuming fire. I saw it all through your eyes, Asu. (The Chirithy confessed gently.) I have witnessed the turmoil and anguish of the real world. The pain you carry is not insignificant.
The young Asukazen's somber expression deepened, realizing that his attempts to shield the Dream Eater from the harsh realities of his world had been in vain. He had tried to protect the innocent Dream Eater from the burden of his own pain and anger, but it seemed that the Chirithy had seen through his facade. The weight of his lies bore down on him, and he could no longer hold back the tears that welled in his eyes.
Young Asukazen: I... I didn't want you to be burdened with the knowledge of what I've seen. (He admitted quietly, his voice filled with a mix of guilt and sorrow.)
Chirithy, though filled with curiosity and fascination, was also capable of understanding and empathy. It gently reached out, its soft paw lightly touching Asukazen's hand.
Chirithy: I'm sorry, Asu. (Its voice laden with regret.) I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that... we are connected now. When you feel sadness, I feel it too. And it hurts. It hurts inside. And I have come to feel loyalty and love toward you.
The young Asukazen's tears fell freely now, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over him. In this strange and whimsical Dream World, he had found an unexpected companion-a creature that understood him in ways he couldn't fully comprehend.
Embracing the Chirithy's presence and the depth of their connection, the young Asukazen allowed himself to grieve, knowing that he no longer had to carry his burdens alone. The Dream Eater stood by his side, offering solace and understanding in the midst of his inner turmoil.
The young Asukazen sat there, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of the Dream World. Thoughts swirled in his mind, conflicted and burdened by the weight of his experiences. He contemplated the nature of darkness and light, and the complexities of human emotions.
Young Asukazen: It's not fair. (Asukazen muttered, his voice filled with frustration.) Why should my emotions affect you, Chirithy? Why should you suffer because of my pain?
Chirithy: I don't understand everything, but I know that your pain runs deep. And as much as it hurts me, I want to be here for you. We are connected, and there's no escaping that.
Young Asukazen: Why do they make us fight? (Asukazen muttered, his voice filled with bitterness.) Why do the adults force us into this never-ending battle against the Heartless? We're just children...comrades...forced to fight, forced to see our friends fall. It's not fair.
The Chirithy listened, its ears perked up attentively. It understood the pain in Asukazen's words, the anguish of a child thrust into a war not of their making.
Young Asukazen: They see us as tools, expendable pawns in their game. (Asukazen continued, his voice tinged with anger.) They don't care about us. All they care about is maintaining the stability of their precious planet.
The Chirithy tilted its large rounded head to the side, its blue eyes filled with a sense of understanding beyond its own comprehension. It couldn't alleviate Asukazen's burden, but it could be there as a source of solace and companionship in the darkness that consumed him.
11 Months Later.
'Final Day of the Keyblade War.'
As the chaos of the Keyblade War raged around them, the young Asukazen lay cold on the ground, his body battered and fatally wounded. Blood stained his clothes, and his breathing came in shallow gasps. Yet, his eyes remained open, witnessing the final moments of the devastating conflict.
In his weakened state, memories from the past flooded his mind. He remembered the days when they were just innocent children, when the weight of the world had not yet burdened their young shoulders. He thought of the Dream World and the connection he had formed with the Dream Eater, a source of solace in the midst of the darkness.
But now, as William and the young Blizzard exchanged urgent words, the young Asukazen knew that time was running out. The universe teetered on the brink of destruction, and desperate measures had to be taken to prevent further devastation.
William's voice cut through the chaos, filled with resolve.
William: Blizzard, there is no time to waste! The universe must be shattered and locked away. It is the only way to prevent further devastation! The darkness has caused too much instability due to the Keyblade War. We and the remaining 48 must end this!
Blizzard's expression was somber, his gaze fixed on the young Asukazen, who lay injured on the ground. He understood the gravity of the situation and the sacrifice.
Blizzard: You're right, William. We don't have a choice. It is our duty to protect what's left, even if it means breaking reality apart.
Asukazen listened to their words, his strength waning with each passing moment. He knew the importance of their mission, the necessity of their sacrifice. Though he couldn't speak, his eyes conveyed his agreement and support. It was a silent pledge, a commitment to stand alongside his fellow Keyblade Wielders until the very end.
As William and the young Blizzard prepared themselves for the final act, the young Asukazen's gaze shifted to the sky above, his body battered and broken, yet his resolve remained unwavering. With his broken arm, he raised his Keyblade, 'Ignisflare,' towards the heart-shaped moon in the sky, ready to participate in the shattering of reality with the 49 others.
Together, they unleashed a powerful beam of energy from the tips of their Keyblades, aimed directly at the heart-shaped moon. The beam traveled with incredible speed, piercing through the sky and colliding with the celestial object. The impact caused the moon to shatter and explode, heralding the beginning of the reality-shattering process.
However, as the beam tore through the fabric of existence, a searing pain gripped the minds of Asukazen and the others. Agony coursed through their very being, an excruciating price they had to pay for altering the fundamental nature of reality itself. One by one, they fell to the ground, succumbing to the eternal slumber that awaited them.
But Asukazen, being the Number 2 on the 'Grand List.' Possessed an extraordinary resilience. Despite the overwhelming pain, he managed to hold on for two more minutes before his body, brain, and mind finally succumbed to the inevitable, falling to the ground alongside his fallen comrades.
Amidst the anguish, the dying young Asukazen found himself consumed by sorrow and despair. His body trembled, tears streaming down his face as he realized the impending loss of everything he had fought for. The weight of his sacrifice bore down upon him, crushing his spirit.
'Asu...'
'Asu!'
And then, against all odds, the impossible occurred. The Dream Eater, Chirithy, manifested in the real world. It appeared before him, a flickering ethereal presence in the midst of devastation. The connection between them, forged through their shared experiences, had grown powerful enough to bridge the gap between dimensions.
The Chirithy's presence brought a sense of solace amidst the despair. Speaking with empathy and understanding.
Chirithy: I sense your sorrow, Asu. I have felt all the pain that you were forced to endure. You are not alone in this.
Asukazen's eyes widened with disbelief. How was it possible for the Dream Eater to appear in the real world? The Chirithy continued, addressing the curse that had befallen him.
Chirithy: The darkness that wounded you, it's different, it's unique, the curse of that person dark Keyblade, threatens to claim your entire existence. (The Chirithy explained, its voice tinged with concern.) I can save you, Asu, prolong your life, but it will come at a cost.
With only 1 minute and 20 seconds remaining before his inevitable fate, the young Asukazen was gripped by an ancient primal fear. Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded with desperation.
Young Asukazen: Please... I don't want to die. I can't bear to lose everything. (He begged, his voice trembling with anguish. The weight of his impending doom bore heavily upon him.)
Chirithy: There is a way, Asu. I will do it for you. I will absorb the curse that plagues you, preserving your existence.
Asukazen confused and filled with both gratitude and uncertainty, couldn't fully comprehend the extent of what the Dream Eater was offering. But he knew he had to trust it, for he had no other choice.
With 30 seconds left, The Chirithy moved swiftly, absorbing the curse that threatened to consume the young Asukazen's body. The Chirithy body was filled with a dark aura, It then climbed upon his chest, closing its eyes and laying upon him, its presence comforting.
Chirithy: Close your eyes, Asu. Find me when the time is right. I will be waiting for you.
As the Chirithy settled on Asukazen's chest, Asukazen felt a sensation of warmth and comfort. White particles of light enveloped him, his consciousness fading away into a state of eternal slumber.
After waking up in the year 2122, Asukazen found himself stricken with amnesia. He embarked on a tumultuous odyssey through locked worlds, battling heartless and nobodies, searching for answers and unlocking the mysteries that lay before him. Along his journey, he made friends and formed connections, but his weakness and the challenges of his journey caused him to lose those companions, one by one, during the early stages of his travels in the Hyper Verse.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and Asukazen continued to traverse the Hyper Verse, facing various trials and challenges. He encountered formidable enemies, navigated treacherous terrains, and delved into the depths of forgotten realms. Each victory brought him closer to unlocking the secrets hidden within the locked worlds.
However, his memories remained elusive, his past shrouded in darkness. He pushed forward, hoping that one day the answers would reveal themselves. Then, in a serendipitous moment, as he battled against a powerful adversary, his lost memories suddenly surged back, flooding his mind with fragments of the Keyblade War and his life as a child soldier.
Overwhelmed by the rush of recollections, Asukazen's heart filled with joy. He realized that his Dream Eater had played a crucial role in saving him from the curse, and from the Reality Shattering too, repairing his mind in the process and had instructed him to find it once his memories returned. But where? Asukazen pondered this question, his Keyblade Space Shuttle serving as a vessel for his thoughts and memories.
Sitting inside his Keyblade Space Shuttle, Asukazen contemplated his next move. His memories and the remnants of the Keyblade War reverberated within him, stirring a sense of urgency. He gazed out at the vast expanse of the Hyper Verse, unsure of where to begin. The possibilities overwhelmed him, and frustration welled up within.
Lost in his thoughts, Asukazen considered various locations -the Keyblade Graveyard, other worlds he had encountered- but none seemed to resonate with certainty. It was as if the answer lingered just beyond his grasp, obscured by his own ignorance. He cursed himself for his inability to think clearly.
Suddenly, a flicker of insight broke through his thoughts. The place where they first met-the Dream World. It seemed to be the most logical choice. But Asukazen's serious nature overtook him. What if he perished from dehydration while his consciousness resided within the Dream World? No matter.
Asukazen, his body weary and his mind burdened with the weight of his experiences, found solace within the confines of his Keyblade Space Shuttle. Resting in the comfort of his bedroom, he prepared himself for the ritual he knew was necessary to enter the Dream World once more.
His voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation, Asukazen spoke the incantation that had once transported him to the Dream World as a child soldier.
Asukazen: I want to be free... free from this wretched world. I want to forget the pain and the suffering. Take me away from here...
With those words spoken, his eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted into a deep slumber. When he awoke, his surroundings had transformed into a breathtaking scene of beauty and tranquility-the first layer of the Dream World.
His eyes opened slowly, and he found himself in a realm he recognized all too well-the Dream World. The floating islands of vibrant clouds, connected by ethereal rainbow bridges, stretched out before him. It was a place that held both familiarity and mystery, a sanctuary he had sought solace in before.
He glanced down at his hands, his fingers trembling slightly. They felt solid, a tangible confirmation that he had indeed transitioned into this surreal realm. But despite the physical sensation, a disquieting unease tugged at his consciousness. Something felt amiss, as if the atmosphere carried a subtle disturbance.
Asukazen traversed through the vivid and ever-changing landscape of the Dream World, his footsteps falling silently on the soft cloud surfaces. His heart weighed heavy with anticipation and a lingering sense of despair. Each cloud island he visited seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, evoking a bittersweet nostalgia.
With each passing moment, his anxiety grew, fueled by the absence of the Chirithy's presence. He had hoped to find solace and answers in their reunion, but the Dream World seemed intent on keeping them apart. Asukazen's steps became more desperate, his searching gaze darting across the expanse of the surreal realm.
Finally, he arrived at a cloud island that held a striking resemblance to the place where he had first encountered the Dream Eater. The vibrant colors swirled around him, creating an otherworldly atmosphere. Asukazen's heart quickened with anticipation as he called out for his companion.
Asukazen: Chirithy! I'm here! (He called, his voice tinged with both hope and trepidation. He scanned the surroundings, his eyes darting from one corner of the island to another. But there was no immediate response, only an eerie silence that echoed in his ears.)
And then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of movement. Asukazen turned his gaze towards it, his heart skipping a beat. The figure that emerged was undoubtedly the Chirithy that he once knew. But something was profoundly different. Its fur, once a soft gray, now gleamed with a deep purple hue, and its eyes, once a calming blue, burned with an intense crimson glow.
Asukazen's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing to comprehend the transformation before him. The Chirithy turned to face him, its gaze vacant and devoid of recognition. It moved with an eerie grace, resembling more a mindless creature of darkness, akin to an Heartless, rather than the trusted companion he had known.
Asukazen: Chirithy? (Asukazen whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. He took a cautious step forward, his eyes locked with the crimson gaze of the Dream Eater. But there was no flicker of recognition, no spark of familiarity. The Chirithy seemed to regard him as nothing more than food in its midst.)
In that moment, Asukazen's mind raced, searching for a way to resolve this heartbreaking situation. He couldn't bring himself to harm the Dream Eater, even in its corrupted state. But he also couldn't stand idly by and let it harm him.
As the Chirithy's attack drew near, Asukazen's instincts kicked in, and he instinctively dodged out of the way. His heart ached with the conflict of emotions-pain, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of loss.
Asukazen's mind raced, searching for a way to save his companion. Desperation coursed through his veins, fueling his desperation to find a solution. What if he could harness the power of darkness to combat the curse that had consumed the Dream Eater?
Summoning his Keyblade, Asukazen grasped onto the hilt tightly, his thoughts consumed by the idea of controlling the darkness. He closed his eyes, focusing his will, and called forth the swirling shadows that resided within his heart.
But as he attempted to wield the power of darkness, he realized that it was not as simple as he had imagined. The darkness responded to his call, but it was wild and untamed, erupting everywhere out of the tip of his Keyblade like a fountain, slipping through his fingers like smoke. He struggled to maintain control, feeling the tendrils of darkness wrap around his legs, threatening to consume him.
In that moment, the corrupted Chirithy, drawn to the darkness like a moth to a flame, saw it as a feast. With a hunger that surpassed all reason, the Dream Eater leaped forward, its monstrous form growing with each passing moment as it absorbed the darkness that Asukazen had unleashed.
Asukazen's screams of terror filled the air as he realized that his attempt to save his Dream Eater had backfired. He had become entangled in the very darkness he sought to control, and now his companion was morphing into an abomination before his eyes.
Asukazen's pleas fell on deaf ears as the Corrupted Chirithy continued to consume the darkness with insatiable hunger. Desperation turned to terror within Asukazen's heart, realizing that his beloved Dream Eater was beyond saving. He screamed in horror, his voice echoing through the Dream World, a piercing cry of anguish and regret.
Unable to bear the sight any longer, Asukazen's fear morphed into madness. In a fit of frenzied desperation, he swung his Keyblade towards the Corrupted Chirithy, striking it down with a tumultuous force. The Dream Eater burst into a dazzling display of purple smoke, disappearing into nothing.
But as the echoes of his actions subsided, Asukazen's mind returned to reason, and the weight of his actions came crashing down upon him. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief. What had he done? What had become of his beloved companion?
A surge of overwhelming sorrow consumed Asukazen, his heart shattering into countless pieces. He sank to his knees, clutching his head in despair. Uncontrollable sobs wracked his body as he mourned the loss of his Dream Eater and the irreversible damage he had caused.
His screams echoed through the Dream World, a symphony of grief and regret. Each cry tore through the air, carrying with it the weight of his shattered heart. In this moment of devastating loss, Asukazen's mental state crumbled, a cascade of emotions overwhelming his fragile psyche.
Asukazen's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of his memories. The final day of the Keyblade War unfolded before him, the chaos and destruction etched into his consciousness. And amidst the chaos, he remembered the face of his assailant, the one who had cursed him with darkness and indirectly caused the demise of his Dream Eater.
And then it hit him. The person responsible for his curse, the one who had plunged the Dark Keyblade into his heart, cursing him with darkness and suffering. A surge of realization washed over Asukazen as he connected the dots. The name he had long forgotten resurfaced, fueling his growing madness.
Asukazen: Xalvador... (Asukazen's voice was laced with bitter resentment.)
The weight of the truth settled upon Asukazen's shoulders, and his laughter faded into a mix of sorrow and rage. He clenched his fists, trembling with a tumultuous mix of emotions. The blame no longer rested solely on his shoulders, he was not at fault here! Asukazen grappled with the overwhelming pain of losing his Dream Eater, realizing that it was not solely his failure to control the darkness that had led to this loss. The lies and deceit of Xalvador had tainted their destinies, casting them into a spiral of despair.
Asukazen: That wretched individual...
And thus, the cycle continue.