This one has been heavily edited for added dialogue and other such bits. Though, it looks like Sora isn't the only one who has...let's say 'problems'. Can you spot it?

And, that's about it. Time for the Twilight Cathedral dungeon!

The cathedral had been silent for a long time. Hardly anyone had disturbed the place, even after the apocalypse. Some of the candles are still lit, but most had burned out, or completely melted the wax a long time ago. There's dust and cobwebs in the place, from no longer being maintain for over 100 years.

The doors to the cathedral opened, with Sora peeking his head in. He opened it fully to walk in. "Uh…hello?" He called out, his voice echoing.

Yet there is no response. Sora looked over and bit back a gasp as he saw a few skeletons to the side. The meat plucked clean. A couple of them seem…small. Children sized. A bang of sorrow hits the boy's chest as he stares at them mournfully. 'Even this place…' he thought. They must have thought they were safe in this building…but…

(Don't think about it. Don't think about it.)

Sora inhaled before he entered the building fully, his shoes making little to no noise due to how scattered the floor is. Half concrete, half tile.

The boy looked around a little, seeing the melted candles and some stands before he looked over at his arm. He sets down his weapon, and the pack over one of the candle stands. He took off his jacket to get a better look at his left arm. While he's relieved that he didn't find any blood… but he grimaced at not only the bruise that formed, but also at how his shoulder looked. He must have dislocated it. The boy looked around, before settling on the wall. The boy pursed his lips flat, and went over to it.

War had entered to see the boy raise his elbow to the wall…and rams it.

A 'crunch' is heard, and Sora groaned. He backed away, swaying a bit as he held his arm. He looked at his left arm, flexing it and his hand. Okay, he got it. He gave a sigh. Let's hope he wouldn't have to do that again.

War didn't say anything, merely pushing the door a bit behind him to let it close.

Sora blinked at the Nephilim who merely shook his prosthetic arm to get the water off. "The rest of the building will most likely not have cover from the rain. So it would be pointless to dry our clothes right now," he said, looking over at his prosthetic arm a bit before lowering it.

Sora looked at the jacket he was just about to wring out. "…Oh." He puts it back on. "Well, there goes that plan…"

As he got it on, he looked around. "…So, what are you looking for here?"

"It's not your business," War said, walking by him.

"Uh…I…kind of know that," Sora said lamely.

The Watcher appeared again. "Don't you have any place else to go to, little boy?"

Sora's face twisted into a bit of a pout. War paused a bit to look back a little to watch the exchange. "…Technically, I'm kind of stuck here with you," the boy pointed out, his hands on his hips. "I don't see a way off here, or at least…out of here."

The Watcher…actually faltered a bit. War gave a little bit of a smirk at that. It gave an annoyed grunt at the boy.

Sora let his eyes wonder a bit, as the rain over them hits the roof. Technically, he IS stuck here with them. And whatever they're doing, yeah, it's none of his business…but on the other hand, he could probably find at least a clue to leave here, this world. But…convincing these guys is a different story.

May as well try.

"Uh…" Sora began before he noticed the Horseman about to leave. "H-Hey, wait!" He called out.

"For the love of- what is it, human?" the Watcher asked with an annoyed look.

"Uh…would you, like…need some help?" Sora offered, taking a tentative step forward.

War had to turn as the Watcher gave an incredulous look. "And what 'help' can you exactly provide?"

"Well…" Sora tried to think. "What about the Keyblade?" He held it up. "I mean, it can unlock anything?"

"Demons and angels would no double have magic that can stop your weapon's power," War pointed out. "They would be wise to find a way to block your weapon's power."

Sora blinked a couple of times, as if realizing it. "Oh, right," Sora muttered, lowering it. He rubbed his chin in thought on what else he could offer. "Okay, uh, but…what about having someone look around as a second pair of eyes? Would that work?"

"That's what I'M here for, you wretch," the Watcher retorted before crossing its arms. "And what is the point of your little weapon if it's just an over-glorified bludgeoning weapon that can unlock ordinary locks?"

"Oh really? I like to see you fight back any monsters yourself," Sora shot back, pointing at it.

"My duty," the Watcher emphasized the word as it put its hand on its chest, glaring down at the human, "was to ensure his loyalty. It doesn't mean that I have to fight."

"Well, don't you have anything to defend yourself, other than that guy?" Sora asked, gesturing at War.

"I don't NEED anything. And if the lapdog dies, I'm just the messenger to the council," the Watcher answered. "It'll be on his head that he dies a foolish death."

Sora narrowed his eyes at the Watcher disdainfully, when that…thing called the man a 'lapdog'. "Well what did he do that he needed to be watched?" He questioned.

"He single-handedly started the apocalypse too soon."

The boy blinked, with his eyes shifted to War. He did? But (is this…?)…no. Something isn't right. Sora's eyes shifted back to the Watcher before he crossed his arms. "I dunno about that – like…did he actually do it?. I mean, sure he's strong and well…brutal, but even he wouldn't break a code on purpose." He just…didn't look like the type to do something like that (at least as far as he knew). Besides, this is one of the Horsemen Ulthane had told him about. It felt out of character to disrupt the Balance, which is their job to guard after all. "Somebody else must have set him up to take the blame."

War raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Admittedly, the boy pose a point… (Though, why is he defending him? They didn't know each other well.)

The Watcher got up Sora's face. "And what proof do you have, boy?" The Watcher spat. "You don't even have a reason to be here. You're just an outsider to this ordeal. And not only that, you're frail."

Sora narrowed his eyes at it. "So what does it matter? Sure, I've only been fighting for a year or so – I'm not instant expert. I can admit that. But even I wouldn't let myself get defeated when my life was on the line. But I also knew that if I didn't do anything to change something bad, then the situation would get worse enough. Xehanort's Heartless nearly got Kingdom Hearts and the seven Princesses of Heart back then!"

"Now you're just spitting nonsense," the Watcher said, eyes narrowing.

"Am I?" Sora questioned, eyes narrowed further.

"Yes," the Watcher deadpanned.

"Well, what would you know? You don't know me or what other humans are like." He paused to look over at the Watcher. "And technically, I don't know you as well. What are you supposed to be anyway?"

"Don't change the subject!" The Watcher leans in further.

"Then answer my question!" Sora pushed back.

War just stood there as the two argued with each other. The Nephilim gave an annoyed grunt at their childish antics. A part of him almost missed Strife's consistent chatter. (Before he brutally punts it away into the back of his mind.)

The Watcher growled. "I am an assigned being designated to watch over this criminal as he completes his mission. If he does so, he's pardoned for his crime for destroying humanity on this earth 100 years ago."

Sora paused a bit. 100 years…that actually made sense, considering the state of the place he's seen it as. Still…it feels a bit unfair to accuse him of something like that. But…as he's beginning to realize…there's always a different side to the story. He didn't know the full story to all of this…

Sora turned his attention to the Nephilim. "Well, what was the state of the world when you arrived around then?" He wanted to at least here HIS side of the story. At least it's a good place to start.

…The man noticed he's not even bothering to ask about what he is, nor the time.

Hmm.

"When I first arrived, heaven and hell were already at war," War answered. "That was at least one hundred years ago."

"Hmm…" Sora crossed his arms, his fingers lightly drumming his right arm. "…Okay, I don't know much about it, but…that sounds a bit suspicious. If he's the one who caused it…that would have meant he arrived BEFORE things went crazy." There's something wrong with this. He can't figure out 'what' it is, though.

"Well, everyone else saw him there," the Watcher pointed out. "There were hundreds of witnesses."

Sora pursed his lips, annoyed. And…kind of irritated. This…thing mostly reminded him of that vain Queen of Hearts from Wonderland. He didn't like that woman. At all. If only because she has that 'better than thou' vibe about her. Not to mention that she also accused Alice of 'stealing' her heart, when it was the Heartless. He doesn't like people who are like that.

Sora got back to the matter at hand. "Well, are those 'witnesses' even faithful or something?" He questioned. "I don't know much about the court system and all, but that's just…well…strange. You'd think that someone had framed him."

"Well, what proof is there?" the Watcher questioned.

"Well, SOMEONE may have answers," Sora spreads his legs a little, arms outstretched. "I don't know who, but they could know."

War thought back to the archangel Abaddon, who fell one hundred years ago. "…That would be impossible," he spoke lowly. "The one who may have known died back then."

Sora blinked. "…Oh…" He puts his hands on his hips. "Well, shoot."

"Well judgement has already been brought – and now he must pay the price," the Watcher said, waving it off.

"Well would someone be able to prove his innocence?" Sora questioned. "Even if he was the one who did it, as others say, there has to be someone who believed he didn't do anything wrong! Who still believe that he's innocent!"

"Well, good luck looking for them!" The Watcher said, hands up in a shrug.

Sora groaned before War gave a stern look before he turned a bit. "You two can bicker like vultures to their prey. I have bigger concerns to be worried about."

"W-Wait! Can't I at least help you?" Sora asked- before War pointed his sword at him. Keeping the boy at a distance but also threatening.

"Give me one solid reason you have for accompanying me, human."

Sora gave a bit of a thought…but then he had a stroke of genius. "Well…even someone like you can't get around so easily, right? What if I scouted out ahead and tell you want's coming, or see what I can find higher up if I can?" Sora asked. "Besides, that huge bat thing we saw could still be around and so could those smaller ones."

At that moment, the place rumbled a bit.

"That 'huge bat thing' is actually my target," War said.

"It is?" Sora blinked.

"She," War corrected. "She is Tiamat the Bat Queen."

Sora paused at that. "…That thing's a she?" He asked, incredulous. It- She's…kind of ugly, truth be told. Then again, most demons are he supposes

Though, as Sora was in his own mind, the Watcher and Nephilim considered it, the latter lowering his sword a little. "Hmm…when aptly put, that little human could be useful – especially his size could help him hide from demons…as long as he doesn't get caught," the Watcher let out, thinking.

War's lips shifted, not quite into a scowl nor a frown. The young human poses a point, at the fact that he COULD get to places he can't. Not to mention that he's rather well apt in magic, apparent in their 'trip' to here. A couple of them could use some work, however, so it's not ideal to rely on them too much. (Not that he's privy to magic himself, mind you.)

The man grunted before he puts Chaoseater away and turned to leave. Sora gave a concerned look, before the man looked back. "You're responsible for your own actions. Do anything I detest, and I'll leave you to your death," War warned him.

Sora blinked in surprise. Does that mean…? Then… that must be a 'yes'. His lips lifted into a smile and nodded. "Okay," he said, nodding as he let the smile fall, reminded of something. "Uh…we…kind of also started off on the wrong foot. So…maybe we can get our names out?"

War turned a little to him, quirking an eyebrow.

"I'm Sora," the boy introduced himself, holding out his hand. "What's your name?"

War stared at him for a while. Then at the offered hand.

("I think we got off on a wrong start," the woman began, sheepish despite the bandages on her face before she held out her hand. "Name's Minerva. Yours?")

It took all of his willpower to not flinch at the memory that surfaced in his mind. And an imperceptible inhale, the Nephilim turned his back to the human. "War."

Sora blinked at that and lowered his hand. "Okay…" He tried not to let it bother him. He looked to be a tough nut to crack. "War, huh?" Sora repeated to himself, before nodding. "Okay then. So, what about that shadow thing?" He gestured to the Watcher, who had its six eyes at him.

"He is merely the 'Watcher', and he'll be known as such," War answered in a curt tone, fully turning to the human.

"Hmm…I guess that makes sense," Sora mused, scratching his head. "Well…here's to our, uh…temporary partnership, I guess?" He shrugged.

War tilted his head. "…What is the other reason you want to join up?"

"Well…" Sora started off, rubbing the back of his head, "mostly to see if I can find clues on how to get off the world. If I don't find anything here…I'll just move on, I guess."

"Even if the way forward isn't clear-cut?"

"I'll just find a way around then."

Hmm. Such a simple answer.

"Hmph." War turned, walking into the hall. "Then let's go."

"Right," Sora nodded as he walked up to War.

…The Watcher narrowed its eyes to the boy. '…That boy feels like trouble. Best to keep an eye on him,' it thought, before it went into War's gauntlet.

Sora glanced back to his bag before nodding to himself. It'll still be there when he comes back for it.

The two then went on their way.

~o~

Even after he had agreed to let the boy come with him, War still isn't sure if he should really let him. Humans are…fragile. When he walked the Earth 100 years ago, he saw just how easily they fell to the demons rampaging. Or they had accidentally got caught up in the crossfire between the angels and demons.

Though the boy is young and smaller than him (he will admit that there are some places that he might not be able to get to, because of his size), there is a possibility that he would end up dying quickly. Some humans are, in a sense, adaptive, but they aren't made like the rest of creation.

As far as he knows anyway. The humans of this world. Others could be different, or the same.

As they reached the doors at the end of the hall, the boy slowed to a stop. "Wait…" he muttered. He looked at him. "You said…a hundred years ago, right? You were there when that…happened?"

"Yes," War answered simply. What reason would he have on lying?

The boy had a blank look. "But…if…you were there" he held up his finger, holding up another finger as he muttered, "…and yet you're here…" The boy's eyes shifted a bit before they looked at him. "Uh…just…how old are you?"

The Nephilim raised his eyebrow at him. "What would you gain from that?"

"I'm just curious," the boy shrugged. "I mean…you look human but…you're probably not, are you? Otherwise, how can you do all of that and stuff?"

Well, at least he's a bit observant (though a bit slow if it JUST registered into his mind). "I've been alive for eons," War said as he raised his right hand to open the door.

"Eons?" The boy squawked in surprise. "That's… Holy… that must have meant that you're, like…super old. Ancient even."

"There are others that are older than I am," the Nephilim explained. "Some much older than I."

He snuck a glance at the boy. He's trying to process what he just heard. Then, he responded with:

"Wow. Just…wow."

The man rolled his eyes a bit before he opened the door.

That's when the Angelic Beast and Tiamat burst into the room. He merely watched as the two of them fought each other. The Angelic Mount may have been smaller, but Tiamat is stronger. The beast quickly fled through the ceiling, with Tiamat after it. The building rumbles with their fight. It may not be long until the Angelic Mount is bested in their fight.

"That's Tiamat?" The boy asked out loud. "…She's really ugly now I got a look at her."

"Not everything is pretty, boy," War told him.

"I know." The boy walked out.

The two got to the other side of the lava, crossing over with a bit of land. The boy looked around a little. "Okay…where to go now…?" He muttered.

War looked over at the cracked floor at a bit of a distance. He looked up at a Goremaw holding up a piece of a statue. Something told him that they needed to get it to drop the statue to destroy the massively cracked floor under it. The Nephilim looked around…before he spotted a particular thing above them. Hmm…

"Boy." When he didn't respond, War looked at him. "Sora."

"Huh?" The boy blinked.

"Look," War pointed at the thing. "If I toss you up there, see what it is."

The boy looked up at it. "Oh. Uh…sure? But…by 'toss' you mean…?"

War grabbed him by the back of his jacket…and threw him upwards towards the second floor.

"Whoa!" The boy yelped out as he was thrown…but he managed to land up there safely. He looks down at him. "Give me a bit of warning next time!"

"Sure," War deadpanned. "Now go and look."

"Fine, fine," the boy huffed a bit before he went over to it.

The boy gave it a curious once over, before plucks it from a cluster. "Huh…what is it…?" He mumbled, looking over at it with his hands…

…Before fire manifested from it. The boy yelped, passing it from his hands frantically. And the fire built up. The boy looked around frantically before he threw it at the Goremaw, the only thing he could toss it to, and it stuck onto it.

"What the heck is that? You'd think it's a-" The boy began- until it exploded. On reflex, the Goremaw released the stature to curl in on itself in defense…but that seems to have done the trick as the stature fell – and destroyed the floor under it. War peered over at the newly formed hole, with the statue head still intact miraculously. "…Oh. It really is a bomb," he heard the boy muse.

War nodded. "Good work," he said.

"Oh. Well…hold on," the boy called out. "Catch this please." War looked up to catch the weapon the boy tossed down. He watched as he made a running start and wall runs to the statue. The boy gripped the statue and slowly climbs down. He then jogs over to him, who wordlessly hands the weapon back to him, holding the shaft. "Thanks."

After the boy takes it back, War peers down. The statue's head is at the bottom some feet below. It could provide a good leverage to climb up the wall to get out of there easily.

The boy stood next to him, peering down into the hole as well. "So…we got down?" He asked.

"We may have to," War answered before he jumped. Using the massive size of his left, he clawed the wall to slow his descent a little, before he fell the rest of the way, landing on the statue's head. He jumped off it, rolling on the ground and got up to his feet.

He felt a breeze behind him, but someone landing on the statue behind him told him that it's the boy. There is a slide, and the boy landed on the ground, walking up to his side. The boy used the wind to slow his decent a little, before sliding down the statue.

"Okay, let's get going," the boy nodded.

The two walked down the hall. The boy looked around a little.

"They even made an underground area? How big is this place?" he asked.

War merely grunted as they continued through it. Here he thought these places of worship were 'holy'. Either the demons expanded more into this territory…or this church has darker secrets than it appears.

Sure enough, they soon entered a new room. Or rather, as they walked, the area began to open up as they head further in. The stone hallway is replaced by ash and dust. They entered a new room, where there are several statues…and lava.

The Nephilim looked around a bit, for any sign of a trap of a sort.

Even if he didn't find any, he narrowed his eyes. "Be on your guard," he said to the boy, who had wisely stayed. "Though it doesn't have enemies…there is always a potential."

The boy gave a hum at that. "…Good point," he muttered.

He may have said that he isn't responsible for the boy…however, it doesn't mean he can't occasionally give him some wisdom. At least he's willing to learn – not only from him, but also his own mistakes as well.

War lightly nudged the boy back a little before he jumped down first. A quick look still shows nothing. Slowly, he stood up and gestured for the boy to follow. Once he's on the ground as well, the two walked into the chamber, looking around.

"What do you think could be here?" The boy asked.

War didn't answer, still looking around. Still no sign. But he doesn't like this…

The man narrowed his eyes, his lips curled into a slight scowl. "Hey, what's that?" The boy asked suddenly. He looked back to see the boy looking at something. There are several statues…yet one of them is holding onto something to their chest. It's an item with a four, curved blades attached to a ring, with a hilt in the middle. The boy went over to it, climbing up the statue. Looking over at it, he grabs it by the hilt and tugs. When it didn't come lose the first time, he pulled on it a few times. Then he really tried, putting his feet onto it as he pulled with all of his might.

War rolled his eyes a bit before he went over to the statue himself. When he did, the boy then got it out, the statue's arms breaking off.

"Got it!" He called out- before gravity kicked in. "Whoa!"

He tumbled down the statue before he landed rather ungracefully on his back. The item clattered on the ground next to him. The youth groaned as he slowly sat up. War took the time to pick up the item the boy procured, looking over at it.

A finely crafted item. He believed he's seen these before – throwing blades that was made and imbued with magic by the Makers way back when. To think that there's one here within the cathedral…

The Nephilim got a good grip of it before throwing it. It arced around the room before coming back to him, which he quickly caught. There was even a trail of blue energy behind it as it flew. So, it's the real thing. War looked over at it. This might be useful. Reminding him of his Vorpal Blade that he had back then.

"Hey, that kind of acts like one of my friend's large shuriken star," the boy spoke up, with War glancing at him.

"Shuriken?"

"Yeah…I don't know the details, but I think it's something ninjas use," the boy said, thinking. "Yuffie's the only ninja I know, though."

War grunted before it floated from his hand. It turned into blue energy…and it went into his prosthetic.

"What was that?" the boy asked, as he went over to look at his left arm curiously.

"It's something that the Four of us use," War answered. "It's rather useful, since it would allow us to use the concept of pocket-dimensions on ourselves, to help us carry equipment that we might need."

The boy blinked once. Twice. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Huh," the boy looked intrigued. "…That does sound useful." He looked at him. "…Think you can teach me later?"

War raised an eyebrow at him. "You want to learn how to use it?"

"Sure! It would make our lives a little easier – really easy," he nodded.

"…You do realize this is temporary," War reminded him.

"Oh. Uh…" The youth scratched his head a bit. "…Well, maybe the next time we run into each other? I mean…anything can happen." He shrugged. "You may never know on who you'll run into next."

"You're awfully carefree," War deadpanned.

"Well…that's kind of who I am," the boy said, hands behind his head. "But…I do get serious when the time comes though."

War looked over at him. "…Are all humans like you?" He asked, incredulous. (Surely…not the ones after- don't think of it.)

"Well…not really," the boy admitted. "Some are different. But…I think different is good. Would be boring if everyone's the same."

Hmm…War supposes that is true. The two are different from each other, but War didn't know the humans much to know what they're like. But the boy is…unique, in some strange way. Yet what he said does bring truth – there are demons who are different, angels who are different…even the Four themselves are different from each other.

Though, they still have a mission to do.

"We need to find a way to Tiamat's lair," War said. "Her roost so to speak."

"All right," the boy shrugged a bit.

Yes, he knows his name…but the boy has yet to prove himself. He heard that there were once warriors among humanity…but that was then. War wanted to see on how much the boy is worth.

War is honorable, and placed duty above him. He detests strategy that uses deceit in anyway – cunning though some may be, he doesn't exactly like using it much. He is powerful, but he is far from stupid. He has years of wisdom under his belt, after all. Far from…his most reckless days in his youth.

He is a warrior through and through. The boy had shown that he can at least manage to adapt, and maneuvered through areas…but he has yet to see if he has what it takes.

Flapping of wings.

War raised his head at the sound. "How convenient," he muttered a little sarcastically. Then again, he may have to see what the boy is capable of after all.

"Huh?" The boy also noticed it as well before they looked back to see the fire based Duskwings. "Those guys don't look happy!"

Coming up from the edges of the part of the land they're a part of, several Undead coming in.

"…And those guys are new," the boy remarked as the Undead got onto the platform they're on.

"Undead," War said as he got out his weapon. "Mostly residents of the Realm of the Dead. They had been brought in due to necromancy by most of the demons."

"Necromancy?" the boy parroted- before the two heard something coming in. They looked to where they first came in and…what came out is mostly red with parts of it swollen on the back, rib bones sticking out, has bits of clothing and armor on it. Yet…

"Eww!" The boy's face scrunched up in revulsion at the sight of it. "That just looks nasty!"

It gave a bit of a roar as a putrid green mist appeared around it.

"…And it's capable of emitting poison," War noted. How annoying. He glanced at the boy. "You can take care of the others, can you?"

"Uh- why?" The boy blinked at him.

"I'll be mostly dealing with that one," War jerked his head to the mutant, before adding, "Make sure there's nothing to attack me while I do this." It will be an easier task at least. It can also allow him to see how the boy could do, handling them alone. "Can you do that?"

The boy glanced back at the enemies coming in behind them. "Uh…"

"Just remember not to be reckless, or try to show off," War added to him.

The boy gave a look at him before looking back. "…I wasn't trying to show off. I just…" he got out his weapon. "I just wanted to show that I can do it."

Really? Trying to prove himself to him, to someone he just met. He didn't have to do what he did if he wanted to prove himself. Regardless… "…Then prove it."

"Huh?"

"Prove that you can at least hold your own." War glances at him. "You can do that, can you?"

The two stood at least back to back with each other as their enemies closed in.

"…Okay," the boy answered. "Be careful."

War nodded before the two split off.

~o~

From experience, Sora decided to take care of the long-range attackers (the bats after seeing that they can breathe and launch fireballs) first, before he took on the stragglers. A few Blizzaga spells quickly brought them down, before he fought against the Undead. Not exactly the first time, considering he fought against cursed, undead pirates, but…they're different in a sense as well.

There's a bunch, so he better be careful. Though he can use magic, it can only last for so long until his mana runs out, and he has to wait for it to recharge to pull off more. A bit annoying at times, but he has to pull this off.

A quick Thundaga got their attention to him, and he got into a stance as they got closer.

One of them took a swipe at him, which he ducked under, and had to roll away from another. Using the momentum, he used his weapon to do an uppercut to an Undead. He bashed it a few times before he used the teeth of the weapon to slash it down. Bits of blood came out of it. The two roars behind him quickly notified him that the other two are coming at him. Instinctively, he used Reflectaga to block the attacks. Normally, he would make it launch a counter attack…but…

He looked down at the other Undead, and behind him as the two are raring to get in another hit. The boy quickly dismissed the barrier, flipped over the Undead under him and in the motion held it up like a shield. The two took down one of its comrades…before Sora picked up the fallen blade while he replaces the Keyblade on his back, before using it to do a few slashes on them before cutting them down.

The Undead are, well, dead at his feet. The boy looked around for any more stragglers. "…Any more baddies?" He muttered.

He nearly jumped when he heard an explosion behind him. Turning his head, he saw that War had already taken care of that…thing that came along. Sora glanced over and cringed a little at the head of the thing nearby. Did he…?

Sora shook his head. It's…probably something he'll have to get used to. He doesn't like it but…he…has to make do.

The boy went back to looking around for the enemies. Nothing.

Sora risked lowering his 'borrowed' weapon. "…Looks like we're good," he said to himself.

The boy glanced back to see War glancing at him with those glowing eyes…before he turned his head. 'But…I guess that's not enough,' Sora thought, sighing a bit. He looked over at the sword in contemplation, before at the Keyblade on his back. Should he…should he take this sword? Probably a good idea to take a second weapon just in case. Right? But how is he going to carry it…?

The boy looked over at War as he looks up at something. The man backed up a bit before he summoned the large shuriken in his right hand. With a flick, he sent it to a…switch? It turned from blue to red, and the large gate raises up to reveal another gate. But that one looks like it can be open. "Huh…" The boy let out…before the sword in his hands suddenly turned to dust. "Huh?"

He looked at his hands, startled. The boy looked around, and saw that the other swords are gone. "W-Where'd they go?" He asked, startled.

"What are you doing?" War asked.

"I had one of those guys' swords a little while ago, but…it just turned to dust!" Sora answered, looking around for them.

He couldn't see War's face under his hood, though he tilted his head a little…before his head had perked. "Oh. You wouldn't know."

"Know what?" Sora blinked at the man.

"Necromancy is where people can have the power to commune with the dead, or make the dead do their bidding. Should they either fail to uphold it, or they had fulfilled it, they return to the Realm of the Dead."

Sora blinked. "…So…since they failed…they went back?" War nodded. "Their weapons included?" The man nodded again. And the man let him process the information acquired before crossing his arms. "…Well that sucks." He had been hoping to at least get a secondary weapon, too.

"We do not get everything in life, boy," War said to him. "Not everything is easy, nor would it be simple."

Sora looked over at him. "I know that."

"Do you?"

…Sora had to think about it. Not everything is simple. War's right. It isn't…exactly easy most of the time. Some things aren't easy to just…do. Not to mention on a few choices as well.

The boy nodded. "Yeah."

War gave a small bit of a grunt. "We best be going."

Sora just nodded as War pulls the gate open. Sora jogged a bit to walk under it. Once he's on the other side, War moves through and moves his hands, letting the gate close behind him.

I still got some plans for our boy here. Considering a LOT of things, I have free reign over the history of both series' among other things. The only thing that stops me is when I hit a block.

Also, I kind of want the two's relationship later on be like Spartan Kratos and Atreus. Like a mentor-student relationship. But again, later on.