Remember.

That was the only thing that was on his mind.

Remember what, he had no idea.

He just knew that there was something he was missing.

Actually, there was a lot he was missing.

However, the white room he was in gave no clues. The only things in there were a chair and a bed, which he was currently seated upon.

This room felt so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

He looked down at his gloved hands. Somehow, these gloves didn't feel quite right. They were a solid black and covered the entirety of his hands. He felt restricted in his movement. How, he wasn't sure.

At that moment, there was a mass of black that opened up in the corner of his room.

Dark Corridor, his mind supplied. A man stepped through, followed by a girl with white-blonde hair.

"Good evening, Sora," the man said.

Sora. That was his name. This was a certainty.

"Do you know my name?" the man asked.

Sora searched his face. Something about this man was supposed to be familiar. The pink hair? No, Sora didn't thank that was all that significant. Maybe it was the cloak? Sora had realized that they were wearing the same type of cloaks, even the same gloves.

But Sora couldn't remember anything about the man. He shook his head.

"I see. Looks like we need another session, Naminé."

The girl kept her eyes to the ground. She mumbled something.

"What was that?"

"I-it's really hard making new links. I severed all the ones he had originally."

"Is there a way to make a workaround?"

"I-I think so, but-"

"Get to work on it." With that, the man disappeared in another Dark Corridor.

There were several moments of silence. Sora had almost forgotten that the man was there when the girl spoke again.

"Sora, I'm sorry."

"What for?" Sora asked.

"You should hate me. I was the one that made you like this in the first place."

"Well, this is all I can remember. I guess it wasn't all that important if I forgot it all."

Naminé winced. "You wouldn't have forgotten at all if it weren't for me."

Sora wasn't sure what to do with that information. It was true. He had no memory of anything outside of this room. For all he knew, he was born here and lived here his whole life. Naminé had caused this?

Then again, he wasn't sure who Naminé was supposed to be to him in the first place.

Naminé opened a sketchbook and pulled a pencil from her bag. She sat on the chair across from him and began to draw.

"Do you really not remember who that man is?" she asked.

"I don't. Is he supposed to be important to me?"

"He's Marluxia, your superior."

"Superior?"

Naminé nodded. Sora didn't remember having a superior. Maybe that was why Marluxia had acted so coldly.

"And who are you to me?" Sora asked.

"Oh, I…" Naminé started. "We grew up together on the islands, though I imagine you forgot that, too."

Sora scratched at the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess I did. I'm sorry I forgot you."

Naminé winced again.

"Could you tell me some stories? About the islands?"

Naminé paused in her drawing. Her blue eyes met his for the first time since she entered the room. She then just as quickly flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and continued drawing. "They're called Destiny Islands. There was one island you played on with some of your old friends, Tidus, Selphie, and Wakka." As she spoke, Sora began to form a mental picture. He had no idea if this mental picture was correct, but it felt right. "Eventually, you met the superior, and here you are now."

Who was the superior again? Naminé flipped back to the first page and held it up for Sora to see. In it was a pink-haired man wearing a black cloak, much like his own.

There was a familiarity all of a sudden, and Sora remembered seeing him a few minutes ago.

Naminé gave him a tight smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Looks like you're starting to form memories again. That's good."

Sora narrowed his eyes a little. "How long have I been like this?"

"About five days now," Naminé responded. "A few times a day, Marluxia and I have been checking on you, and this is the first time you've retained anything."

Sora nodded. He examined his gloved hands again. "What happened to me?"

Naminé's pencil stopped scratching on the sketchpad. "I… I'm not allowed to say."

"O-oh," Sora said. He took a longer look at Naminé. This girl before him definitely didn't feel like much of a stranger as Marluxia – the Superior – had. Maybe they had grown up together. How did they end up meeting the Superior? Was he from the islands, too?

What did Sora do for the Superior?

Somehow, he was sure Naminé wouldn't be able to tell him that either.

Roxas opened his eyes and quickly screwed them shut again. The light was too bright. His head ached. He counted to five before chancing to open them again.

He was in his room. Why was that? The last thing he remembered was his mission in Agrabah with Xigbar.

Did he get hurt? That must've been when it happened.

The dreams he'd been having, though, of the boy in red…

Who was he?

Roxas sat up, which was when he noticed the seashells next to his pillow. Those came from the islands, he thought. Then he caught himself. The islands? A mental picture came to mind.

Home.

That was where he had grown up when he was still Sora.

Sora?

His Somebody?

More mental images came rushing to mind, only furthering Roxas' headache. Once the flood of memories eased, he smiled. He had his memories back!

What better way to celebrate than with some ice cream?

Roxas made his way to the ice cream shop in Twilight Town. The woman at the counter blinked in what Roxas recognized as shock. "It's been a while since you've been by! Almost a month now!"

Roxas' eyes briefly widened. "Oh, I've been busy." Almost a month? Was Axel back yet?

Oh.

He'd probably worried Xion. Maybe she was on the clocktower already.

Roxas made his way up. She wasn't there yet. Maybe she was still on a mission.

He took a seat on the ledge and took a bite of the ice cream. Salty and sweet. Just as he remembered. This was something he had not experienced when he was Sora. This was his own memory.

This was going to be really confusing to work through.

He was going to have a lot to write about in his journal later.

"Roxas!"

He turned and smiled. "Xion!"

"You're awake! How long have you been here?"

"Not too long I don't think," Roxas said as Xion sat beside him. She, too, held an ice cream.

"Oh, I was going to bring this to you after I got back today," she said. She pulled a seashell from her pocket, much like the ones that were next to Roxas' pillow. "If you hold it to your ear, it sounds like the ocean."

Roxas took the seashell from her outstretched hand and held it up to his ear and closed his eyes. A mental picture of himself and two others on a beach watching the sunset came to mind. This was another of Sora's memories – his memories. He recognized the other two people on the beach. Riku. Kairi.

"Munny for your thoughts?" Xion asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"I dreamed about my past, who I was before I became a Nobody," Roxas answered. He took another bite of ice cream.

"Oh? What were you like? You weren't as loud as Demyx, were you?" Xion laughed. Roxas chuckled with her.

"No, thankfully not. I would not want to meet his Somebody." Roxas took another bite. "That seashell you gave me brought back memories of when I played on the beach with my friends, Riku and Kairi. Hmm… I wonder if they're okay. Maybe I should visit them soon."

"Aww, that's sweet!" Xion looked like she was almost done with her ice cream. "What was your name?"

"Sora."

A/N: I'm trying to go with a biological approach on how Namine works with Sora's memories. IRL, memories are stored in different parts of the brain with the hippocampus as the control center for memory retrieval. Sever that, and then you have some form of amnesia. It's kinda like a spectrum of how much memory loss you have. This is retrograde amnesia. There's also anterograde, or inability to form new memories. Sora has both, which is also possible IRL. His memories are there, the control center (hippocampus) just doesn't have connection to the rest of his brain. Also like in the game!