Hey, Some of you know me. Some of you wished you knew me and some of you wished you didn't know me. You know who you are. Whoever you are- I am leaving this forum as TheOtherKeyblade. Try not to be too sad because I'm not gone for good! Population of KH-vids: Oh... Wooo..... Yeah yeah... mmkay I am now on here as TheOnlyDoylie As of late I have been trying to keep all my screen-names on Forums to one name, so if you are a forum surfer, you'll recognize me. I've already done that in User Portals here as all my videos are under TheOnlyDoylie, same as on Youtube and Smackjeeves. I am slowly reaching my goal! ::happy dance:: So TheOtherKeyblade has been reborn... Volia! Here I am... Love me! :3 Even though I'm very happy with this whole idea and I'm glad to finally be known by my actual name, there is one very big problem- My post count is back down to zero. Dangit. Farewell for now -ToK (aka Doylie) (A very similar post is found in the wecome center. Come say hi to me as TheOnlyDoylie)
Song: Only Hope- Switch Foot Pair- Riku/Namine (Namiku) Concept: Riku constantly fights the darkness in his heart, but only so she doesn't have to. Notes: Gah, prolly my favorit AMV so far, even if I did use a slightly over worked song. I'm hoping I gave it an Orginal twist? Anywho- Namiku is slowly becoming my OTP... Which is crazy since it's overtaking Namora and Roxiri. O.o <embed src="http://video.kh-vids.net/vidiac.swf" FlashVars="video=2113c10b-7098-42fa-9451-995d0134a8cf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="428" height="352" name="ePlayer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed> And for my YouTube buddies- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-Ozrj-O2rA Tell me what you all think?
As much as I love AMVs, I love making Trailers even more. I make my own for Fanfics and Dramas on Youtube, but sometimes I take the audio from actual trailers and see the mess I can make with that... xD ::nod:: This was a little something done to one of my favoirit Chick flicks "The Lake House". It's Fun and sweet, and A cannon shipping, something you don't often see from me... just lemme know what you think- mmkay, Cats and Kittens? <embed src="http://video.kh-vids.net/vidiac.swf" FlashVars="video=52573022-5ef7-46a0-ab38-995c017a7882" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="428" height="352" name="ePlayer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>
I'm back. I'm graduated. I'm Moved... and although my Desktop has yet to be hooked back up, I wanted to share an AMV with you all. So here's one of my favoirts that I haven't shown you all here. I'd love it if you all could tell me what you think. xD Thanks. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9N2YIijGCQc (EDIT: Link fixed. Sorry about that guys. xP)
Due to Graduation and all the crap that goes with it, I havn't been able to relax here at the forums as much as I used to. But with graduation this friday and the last of my exams this week I am really wanted to come back. So here I am with a ToK Contest. I know Roxas has the Story of the week up every week but I wanted to see what you guys could come up with this: Characters and/or Shipping: ANY Prompt: "I never said Sorry." It could be a ramble, a shipping fic, a humorous ramdom event. I don't care. I just want some cute/fun stories to read while I'm destressing from these past few weeks. So Show me what you got! Deadline: June 10th
As Crazy as it may seem I do not just write/draw Kingdom Hearts. This is infact a personal project taken on by myself and my best friend starting almost a year ago now. These characters and plot have alot of History and lot of time put into them as we have taken them from mere sub-characters in an Harry Potter RPG of all things and turned them into something really great. The Art is mostly done by me although my partner in crime does do our Animals. She does alot of the script although we have outlined the plot together. We have known each other so long, working like this was no trouble. Anywho, we'd be really appreicative if you'd drop by and take a look around Comic pages won't start going up until after I graduate, but we'll have fillers up and little eye-candy for you to take ganders at. Just click the picture to take you to our wonderful new webpage. xD I wish I could offer you a Summary of the entire plot, but my Partner in Crime is going through her end of the year gig so she's yet to finish putting together something pretty. So until then, if anyone wants to hear me Ramble about the plot then just ask.
H'okay, this is something I really wonder about. I have been fortunate enough to grow up with very Gentlemanly young men who are very good about their manners and how they treat ladies, both their peers and older. However, as I have left that community (Private school xD) I have found that not all guys do that. Actually I only know of one guy But the girls shrug and say their strong enough to open doors and pull out chairs themselves. I mean I see it every once and a while when a guy wants to impress a girl... but it just dosn't seem genuine. Call me old-fashioned (Though I'm only 18), but is Chivalry really dead? I suppose I just want to know- Girls! Does it offend you that guys hold doors open or make you wait till they come around and open the car door for you? Do you really think that these old fashioned normalites are pointless and not to mention sexist? O.o Guys? Is is weird to hold wait for a girl to sit before you do at dinner? to take those few extra steps to get ahead of the girl you're walking with (girlfriend or just friend) so you can open the door for her? Or am I completely Crazy? Do I live in a dream world? Do you think Chivalry is dead? ((Hmm, me thinks I should have put a Rant warning on this. xD))
H'okay, I said I wasn't uploading any more of Broken Chains here, but I do want to grab new readers so here is a BIG sneak peek into one of the future chapters of my fic. xD So here it is. One of my pride and joys of this little ficcy. My Deymx and Namine battle. I always thought that these two Nobodies were always a little underestimated but it wasn't really planned they they end up fighting each other in the fic. It just sort of happened. Anywho- please read and hopefully go check out the rest of the Fanfic. Slight explination: The Organization is tired of playing games with Riku and waiting for Sora to wake up. As punishment for the Melodious Nocture they send him to retreive the sleeping Hero as the assorments of Dusks keep DiZ and the King busy. However, Namine get's there first, ready to protect Sora if need be. o.X.X.X.X.X.o Namine’s eyes narrowed as the black robed figure pushed his hood back, revealing a cheerful face, matched by equally cheerful bright eyes. He grinned at her, glanced up at the glass case behind her before cocking his head in thought. Namine clutched her hands to her chest as she tried to figure out how many minutes she could hold the other Nobody off until DiZ could get there… or Riku returned. The place where her heart should have been gave a dull throb. She decided not to hold her breath on that one. “Well, well, look who it is? If it isn’t the little artist…†He winked at her and Namine felt slightly patronized. “Demyx…†She replied tightly, her voice catching slightly. She narrowed her eyes more, “I’m not going to just let you have him.†He sighed, shoulders slumping as he did so. He ruffled his odd hair cut and leaned to one side. “Oh come on, Namne. We both know I’m not the fighting type.†“Neither am I.†Namine responded, just as tightly as before, “What to you want?†Demyx didn’t answer for a moment, but merely began to pace to the right, a thoughtful look on his face. Namine felt tense, as if all the humidity in the room had been sucked dry. Suddenly it was very hard to swallow. “You know…†the black robed nobody paused, something akin to sadness in his strange blue eyes, “Axel left a few months ago. He came after Roxas too… but not for the same reasons. I think he thought he could save Roxas…â€He gave a sad chuckle, “Pretty stupid of him. Now Roxas has to do it as someone else. At least before he was still-†Namine wondered what Demyx would do if he knew the red headed fire elemental has found his friend still separated from his other half… and now both worked for her. Well, worked in the loosest sense of the word. She decided now wasn’t the best time to bring that up. She let out a short breath, “Then why are you here?†“We just want Roxas back…†Demyx looked up, his grin back, wider than before. “I miss my little buddy.†“He’s not here!†Namine suddenly let out, her voice cracking as she did. It was too dry. Suddenly she realized that the water elemental was stealing all the moisture from the room. He was going to take Sora by force… She tried to ignore the fear pounding throughout her body as she continued, “Roxas couldn’t help me so I sent him away,†She half-lied, feeling more and more desperate. “So leave. Go find your Key of Destiny someplace else.†Demyx looked slightly confused, staring up at the case and then back down to the young blonde. “So Sora-“ “Is Sora.†Namine answered tightly, “Go look for Roxas someplace else.†Demyx paused a moment more, staring up at Sora once again. Presently, his grin returned. Namine took a step back, feeling her bare shoulders press up against the glass case. "Hmm, maybe they did send the right guy..." He chuckled, as his hand shot upward and the sudden glow nearly blinded Namine. When she was able to see clearly, the blue sitar was already in Demyx's hands- "Ready for a little jam session, Namine?" Protect him, please. Namine narrowed her eyes, her own fingers twitching by her sides. Demyx stared in slightly surprise, as the darkness swirled there, slowly taking form. She felt some sort of grim satisfaction as the heavy feeling of metal in her small hands. She looked back up, her face somewhere between determined and angry. The metal links rattled in her hands- Chains. "Only if you are." She said darkly. o.X.X.X.X.X.o Link to the Rest of Broken Chains can be found in my Siggy.
Ollette/Sora. Personally I thought I was the only one crazy enough to even consider them, but apparently ロクサス share the same brainwaves. Yeah, sorry about that ロクサス . xD It was quite a challenge, both the prompt and trying to keep them in character, but I enjoyed it. Additionally I changed from the prompt’s first person view to my personal style, third person… omniscient or limited. I always get those mixed up/mashed together. It’s slightly shorter than the Larxene/Axel one I did. I could have forced it to be a bit longer, but I found that it made it awkward. And since I already felt this was a little OCC (Well other than it being CRACK!paring) I decided that wasn’t a good idea. O.o So it’s topped off at about 900 some words. Anywho, I’m rambling again. This is for ロクサス. Enjoy the crack, my friend. xD ___xXX___ Remembrance She could never remember the last thing they talked about. When he came to visit, keeping his promises as always, she would give him such a smile so that her nose scrunched up and her eyes sparkled that special green. She’s lean to one side, hand on her hip, to ask once again if he had done his homework yet. Her voice would take that special cadence of a mother watching over her children, a different sort of protector. He understood the need to protect someone. Yet her braids would swing to one side, as her voice switched to a normal teen when she stated with a sigh that ‘Independent studies are the worse, aren’t they?’. She’d double check her special wallet, a deep orange pouch she made herself, and announce proudly that she had just enough for some sea-salt ice cream. She would proceed to ask him if he wanted to join them up on the tower to watch the ever setting sun and have one. He couldn’t help the confusion that buried itself deep in his chest. He shouldn’t remember such specific things about her. The color of her eyes (A deep emerald green that contrasted with the bright orange she wore) or the way she laughed (short and soft that oddly reminded him of the sunsets back home) or even the odd flips of her hair (which she would always complain about, saying they would never stay in her braids no matter how hard she tried). He really shouldn’t know any of that. After all, she could never remember anything about him. Although her smile was genuine, reaching into those unique green eyes, she always had to be reminded why he didn’t come back sooner. He apologize and state (only once more, because she’d remember next time) that he was looking for his friends, that other worlds called to him, and she’d just laugh and shake her head. He would realize she had already forgotten. Of course he’d have to explain (yet again) why he didn’t have his own independent studies because he didn’t go to school (and hadn’t gone to school in the past two years) and that he was sorry for bugging her while she was working. Then, she’d offer the ice cream and He’d remind her he had never tried it (Why did they always seemed to be sold out when he went to buy one), but at the same time be thankful (the only time he was thankful) that she forgotten that he… well, didn’t like heights. Of course it wouldn’t matter if he did tell her. Because she’d just forget. Because after all of that, She’d ask him why he didn’t come back more often, She’d promise to help him with his homework, offer him one more bar of Sea-Salt ice cream, de je vu took over as she dragged him up those stupid tower steps and laugh as he tried very hard not to look down. Of course he had done this a thousand times before (Goofy would suggest he was over reacting), and would probably do a thousand times again (Donald would then say he was definitely exaggerating). He figured he really shouldn’t be upset about it. After all he was never in Twilight Town for long and the bright eyed girl had her own life. However, the sensitive Keyblade Master couldn’t help feeling forgotten. Sora didn’t like feeling forgotten. He sat on the Twilight Town Station steps as Goofy and Donald ran off finding the last items they needed before they left the safety of Twilight town once again. Sora sighed, leaning one elbow on his knee, his chin in his hand. The Sun was setting (again) almost like it was mocking him. He refrained from telling his Twilight Friends goodbye, knowing the one person who he wanted to remember it wouldn’t. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want her to forget about him again, but of course there was nothing he could do about that. Sora pouted, fixing his intense blue stare on the cobble stones “You should get a job next time you come.†Her voice tore him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see her brilliant green eyes staring calmly back at him, neither accusing nor inviting. She cocked her head to one side, the braids falling with it. Sora opened his mouth to tell her that he didn’t need a job, the heartless dropped plenty of objects behind he could pick up, but the words died on his lip with a sigh. It’d only spark more questions he already answered. More things she had already forgotten. “Yeah…†He turned away, resting his outstretched arms on his knees. “I probably should.†“Hmm, you could work with Hayner next time. Get ready for the struggle tournament.†She forgot he didn’t like to fight friends (Not since having to fight Riku), even in the struggle tournament. Sora felt more and more deflated his shoulders slumping with every word, “Uh-huh.†He stood and started off toward town. She seemed confused, catching his arm, her voice taking that protecting tone again. “Sora?†Sora sighed. He hated being forgotten. He wanted her to remember that he didn’t go to school, that he had a universe to save, that he didn’t mind the Tower’s heights as long as she was laughing behind him, holding on to his arm so he wouldn’t fall, that he had never had sea-salt ice cream and that maybe one day he could finally have one with her and she’d actually remember the look on his face when he spit out the first bite. “Ollette?†He asked not turning back to look at her. “Sora.†She replied equally as serious. Sora sighed, “Will you remember me?†“What? Of course I will.†Sora didn’t believe her. After all, she could never remember the last thing they talked about. So he decided to give her something to remember. Spinning around and grabbing her chin in one smooth movement, Sora gently placed a kiss on her forehead, right between those two vibrant eyes. When he pulled back, her eyes were wide with surprise but Sora didn’t say anything. He just smiled and nodded and with a small wave turned around and ran off to find his comrades. Sora grinned to himself as he ran. With any luck, She’d remember that. ___xXx___ If you would like to request a story, then the link is in my Siggy...
Doylie Productions Presents- I got a request Here at KH-Vids.net for a Sephiroth video to the song "Worst for an Angel". I had been meaning to do a video for everyone's Favorite villain for a while now so I jumped at it and had alot of fun. Don't ask me why Kadaj is in there... really don't. ::huggles Kadaj:: Miaybe cause I luv him... ::shifty eyes:: Maybe. Take a look. I apreciate any comments and rates you all want to give. ((Requests for Videos and Stories can be found in my Siggy. )) EDIT- Ew, double post, sorry about that guys. ::hopes she dosn't get tomatoed::
Correct me if I am wrong, but I remeber somebody ripping/enlarging the "Sora in the secret cave" bit from the KHII credits when they first came out and I was wondering if anyone would could do the same to the credits from Re:CoM I would DIE to have some of those for AMVs.:D
Wow. I had so much fun writing this. I forgot how much I loved Larxene/Axel… ::evil laugh:: Beware, while this has no cursing, it does have stronger language. So more than PG less that PG-13. For Nightwinde. Hope you enjoy this. xD __________XxX__________ She had been told since the birth of this ‘existence’ that Nobody’s feelings were not real but merely memories of her past life remaining in the crevices of this new life. That didn’t make her any less pissed off. Larxene stormed down the hallways at The World that Never Was, electricity sparking at her fingertips in her complete anger. Other members tried to ignore her, pressing their backs to the wall to let the single female member of the Organization to thunder by, knowing to not even speak to her in this mood if they wanted to live without missing any body parts. Since most men try to keep all their pieces intact, no one even looked at her, much less engaged her in conversation or anything else. And that only made the Savage Nymph all the more angry. She stopped and kicked out at the Dusk that tried to dance past her. The little white nobody cringed in what it remembered as pain, before taking off down the hall. Larxene sighed, feeling frustration boil up inside her. It wouldn’t be long before it boiled over again and nobody in this god-forsaken place that would let her vent in the only way she knew how- Arguing. Fighting… complete and total aggression against something. She narrowed her eyes, sparks flying off the fitted black cloak. The charge grew in size and color till she made the dark hallway glow in the intensity of it. Just when it looked like she would explode from all the charge, it suddenly disappeared and a evil smirk spread across her face. She took a sudden turn, blowing down another hallway knowing the one man in this sorry excuse for a lair who would give her what she wanted. A fight. Her throwing knifes summoned automatically and she took some sort of comfort in the ice cool blade under her fingers. Her footsteps grew harsher as she grew closer. She paused at the door, hiding the cold smirk that grew across her face under another scowl. She let the razor sharp blades fly out of her hand as she slammed the door open. They buried deep into the pure white shelves just above a fellow Nobody’s head. She let loose her other three, but he only leaned forward so that they embedded themselves in the arm of the couch he was lounging against only seconds ago. He sat there a minute giving a deep exasperated sigh, closing the book in his lap with an audible snap. The knives slowly dissolved into darkness and appeared back in her hands. “What a matter, Larxene?” He drawled, rolling his head in her direction, a smirk draped across his lips. “Break one of your little toys?” Larxene almost smirked tapping the end of her knife against her lips, but remember she was supposed to still be angry. The red headed man leaned back into his original position, brilliant green eyes still fixed on her face. Her free hand twitched in anticipation. Now all she had to do was- “Don’t be annoying Axel.” She said flippantly as she rolled her eyes and turning her back on him. He chuckled darkly, “You didn’t think I was annoying last night. “Oh don’t even try to make me blush, flame-boy.” She retorted sharply looking over her shoulder. “Yes, I think you lost that maidenly instinct a long time ago.” “Please. We both know I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last Nobody in the worlds. Sorry to disappoint you.” She smirked at him, “You’re just not my type…” “Ah.” Axel tossed the book next to him, and leaned back in his seat, draping his arms across the back, “If you’re looking for a guy with a bit more 'bounce' in his step I think Marluxia is trimming his petunias down the hall.” Larxene narrowed her eyes, “Don’t you have some place else to be stupid?” “Not till four.” Axel replied lightly, pushing his hair back. “Well, go be annoying somewhere else.” “I think I was here first.” “I think I better make you move then.” Without warning she lunged forward, knives bared like claws. She swiped at his head only to find it gone as Axel rolled off the couch, his chakras appearing in his out stretched hands. He pivoted on the balls of his foot and sprang back at her, lips skinned back from his teeth in a feral growl. She gave a little laugh as she swiped at him again, aggression rolling off in waves of energy. He blocked every move, matching her sharp angry movement with his own fluid dancing, like a candle under the wind. Knife and chakras clashed spouting flame and sparks as they scrapped against one another. Green met blue and both let a smirk spread across their face. She swung her other arm up to slash at his face but he dodged it kicking out so they both flew backwards. “Aren’t you done yet?” He asked breathlessly, spinning his chakras in his hands. Fire spread out, licking at the books on the shelves but not singeing them. Larxene laughed, feeling the electricity running down her arms like water, as she leapt out at him again. “Not yet.” Using her own momentum against her, The Fury of the Dancing Flames spun Larxene around and slammed her into the wall, one arm across her chest hold in her up, while ramming alternate chakram into the wall pinning her arms above her head. He didn’t wait for her to retaliate but instead took the free chakram dangerously closer to her throat while bringing his face centimeters in front of hers. She didn’t look away, holding him sharp gaze for sharp gaze. He was close enough for her to feel his breath, hot as the fire he controlled, on her cheek. “You done now?” He asked softly slightly out of breath and yet still smirking. Larxene’s returned sneer was his only reply as she refused to break gaze with him, her electric blue eyes boring into his own vibrant green. Axel chuckled, and brought his face even closer. The tip of his chakram touched the soft base of her neck, as he growled, “I said… Are you done?” She broke gaze with a slight snarl. Axel laughed quietly as the chakras dissolved away, but he kept the Savage Nymph firmly against the wall. He leaned forward to whisper harshly in her ear, “I’m not one of your toys, Larxene. I don’t break.” “I don’t break my toys Axel.” She ground out, still catching her breath, “I just play with them.” “I’m not a plaything either,” He said softly, arrogance flooding his tone. He patted her cheek fondly, “Go be annoying somewhere else.” Larxene broke Axel’s hold with a fierce glare, stumbling to the side of the fire elemental. Her knives appeared in her hand once again, but suddenly she came eye to eye with Axel’s resummoned chakram. “Ah ah ah…” he shook the index finger of his free hand, his ever present grin a little darker than before, “Don’t make me get serious. You might actually get hurt.” When she didn’t reply or move Axel nodded, “That’s my girl.” “I said before, your not my type.” Axel wasn’t moved, “You’re loss.” He shrugged, falling over the arm of couch into his previous position, dragging the book back up and open, “Don’t you have some place to be?” “Anyplace but here.” Axel heard the door slam shut and chuckled trying to find his place again. The far door clicked open and Roxas shuffled in yawning and shouldering a book of his own. He sat on the arm of Axel’s couch and cracked the book open, only to be stopped by the redhead’s soft chuckles. “What’s so funny?” Roxas cocked his head at his friend, who had put down his book down to pinch the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop laughing. Roxas kicked his friend’s leg lightly, “What’s with you?” “Nothing, Roxy, nothin’.” “Don’t call me that.” Roxas retorted sharply, only to sent Axel into another fit of laughter. Roxas rolled his eyes and turned back to his book, ”Whatever.” XxX Larxene leaned against the door with a smirk that threatened to take over her entire face. She flicked her hair back with a humorless chuckle. She felt as if some huge boulder had fallen off her shoulders, and her entire being relaxed at the idea of it. She sagged against the door and gave a relieved sigh. “You look happier.” Larxene snapped up, her ice blue eyes sparking once again. “Do I, water boy?” Demyx made a small noise of distress and disappeared in a portal. Larxene laughed cruelly, leaning her head against the door. She could hear Axel’s sharp laughter floating out as she did. It may have seemed annoying, but sometimes she just needed to vent.
This'll be the last Chapter I load here at KH-vids because nobody seems to want to read much less reveiw. I'l still loading at FFnet (link in my Sig) But I'm just taking up room here on the forum for Stories people WANT to read. So... If you are reading, sorry. I just don't know because nobody reveiws. I'll prolly upload snippits here and there to catch new readers but no more chapters. Thanks for letting me take up your time anyway. And don't think you've seen the last of me yet. ::Evil Laugh:: Summary: This story takes place in an alternate universe and begins after CoM at the start of KHII after Roxas’ Story. However, there are a few differences that make this Story AU. When Sora refuses to forget Namine he is left with broken memories he insists on remembering himself. Yet while he sleeps his world is slowly disolving around him. Can his other half save his home while his best friend continues to search for a way to wake him up? His childhood friend continue to forget him as Kairi slowly crumbles under the weight of her own forgotten memories. They are all running out of time as The Organization continues to find ways to hurt them all. | Chapter I and II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Broken Chains Trailer | _____XxX_____ Chapter Five: Dark Side of Memories “I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.†- Sophia Loren The darkness hissed in anger as the key blade passed through the air. It clashed on its opponent’s weapon, metal on metal sending sparks out into the black. The boy wielding the blade kicked out, sending both himself and his opponent flying backwards. He quickly arched his back and flipped over, landing lightly on his feet, bending with his weight and sliding slightly on the wet ground. Silver hair fell into his face; overtop the black blindfold lying over his eyes. He crouched there, breathing heavily, waiting for his opponent to move. Neither did for a long time, the rain pelting them both from above. Suddenly the hooded man across from him stood, chuckling darkly. “Such a shame…†He said lightly, his breath still catching up with him, “You could be of such use to us, Riku.†“Everyone seems to want me lately.†Riku smirked darkly, “I feel so popular.†“But you wouldn’t come.†The man laughed quietly again, “Even if we could bring back Sora-“ “Leave him out of this.†Riku ground out threateningly. His hand gripped the handle of his blade as he dipped his head in anger. “He is this.†The man took a step back motioning to their surroundings in one sweeping wave of his arm. “Think, Riku. You brought the Key of Destiny to him and yet he still didn’t wake. Do you think that he’ll ever wake up?†The silver haired teen saw what was coming. His boots ground the rocks into the pavement as he suddenly pushed himself up and sprinted toward the hooded in one fluid movement. His fingers barley brushed the silver beads on the cloak before he disappeared into the dark portal. “Farewell, Riku. Try not to die before we can meet again.†The voice echoed around the alley, bouncing off the neon signs and dark walls. Riku stood there panting slightly, staring where the portal was only minutes ago. He cursed under his breath, and fell to one knee, half leaning on The Road to Dawn and gripping his injured side with the other. Of course while he hadn't given his enemy the enjoyment of seeing him hurt like this looking back he decided that perhaps still fighting him as full strength wasn't his best idea. Riku brought his glove back to stare at the mixture of blood and darkness dripping off his fingers. No, not a good idea at all. He gave another grimace, gripping the ripped black material under his fingers before pushing himself back up. No use worrying about it now. He gave another glare at the spot his opponent disappeared and turned around to leave. Suddenly he wet his lips, catching the sent of darkness before the heartless began to crawl up from under him. They slowly emerged, pulling themselves out of the ground one limb at a time. Riku looked down the alley to both catch the sight and smell of what seemed to be a hundred more. Those already out numbered far more than he was ready to handle, as even more forced him into the corner of the alley. They sat there a moment, twitching their little heads almost as if the little daemons were capable of thought. He tense ready for another fight when his side gave an unprecedented jolt of pain. He fell to his knees again as his senses blurred. If he was more alert, he might have noticed how hesitant the creatures were to attack. But he wasn’t- Riku was tired and in pain, and although he wouldn’t admit it, phased by the man’s words. More and more appeared, all waiting in unison, twitching and scurrying back and forth. Riku finally pulled himself up, leaning on his blade slightly, still trying to catch his breath. Although breathing hurt he had learned it usually The darkness was making him faint, and he hated himself for it. As if sensing his fear, the Heartless attacked. Riku frowned. He really didn’t have time for this. He cursed again, as his blade passed through the first few. He tried to ignore the putrid smell of darkness dripping off his blade as he threw his free arm out to the side. A portal suddenly appeared, shimmering iridescent in the night. The Heartless swarmed toward him, hoping to catch their prey before he disappeared. Riku nearly blanched at the all consuming smell of darkness. Without a second thought, he plunged head first into the darkness. Dark memories flooded his sight. A voice Riku knew better than his own rumbled in his mind, and he panicked. (You can’t escape me.) The darkness threatened to push inside him, taking advantage of his weakened state of mind. He physically pushed away at the dark tendrils tumbling over his arms and snaking around his waist. The smell permeated his very being, nearly making him gag at the bitter cold taste. The voice chuckled darkly, latched into his mind like a vice. (I guess you’re still scared…) Suddenly Riku tumbled out into the sunlight, the harsh radiance blinding his eyes even from behind his blindfold. For half a moment, he thought he was dead, lost in the light, but then he heard it- The harsh grinding of gravel under his feet. He let out his breath and nodded, looking almost relived. He was still alive. He flopped into the grass beside the long winding road, still breathing heavily. The smell of darkness radiated off his clothes and skin, nearly choking him. His gloved fingers clawed at the soft ground beneath him, creating piles of upturned grass and dirt as the injury in his side gave a rather painful twinge. He nearly growled, angry at his own weakness. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself again, and yanked the blindfold off his face. The sunlight made him wince and blink, but he laid there, arms flung out to his sides, as if he was trying to soak up as much sun as possible. He slowly closed his eyes, almost hesitant, as if afraid of what he would find in the darkness of his own mind. (“I’m not scared of the dark!â€) He opened his eyes with a grimace- Memories. They were coming back stronger and louder as time went on, and though he knew it meant Sora was waking up, he couldn’t help but wish they wouldn’t be so pushy. Riku had not lost as many of his memories of his best friend as others he had come across, apparently some perk of being part of the dark. Even the King had lost his precious few memories of the optimistic boy. Riku however, only lost certain memories, blurred faces and names of a world he felt he left behind forever- One that was returning full force. Of course there were those memories he wished would stay blurred- such as leaving his best friends for power that only darkness offered. That would be a memory he wouldn’t mind forgetting forever. He rolled to his side, and pushed himself up, staring at his surroundings and trying to ignore the shooting pain in his ribs. Bright green hills rolled into the distance under a perfect blue sky. The chocolate brown road stretched out for miles in front of him and although there was no destination in sight, he knew where this road lead to- Castle Oblivion. He frowned, his thoughts turning dark as he thought of the place. Why here of all places? Sora didn't reside in that Castle any more. Neither did Naminé... so why? Surprise suddenly took over his face as he felt his hands clench at his side and the darkness gather there. He quickly relaxed and let the darkness fade away. He sighed sadly and let his head hang. Darkness was like a drug, and in his anger and pain he kept drawing on that power more and more, becoming more and more addicted. Would he lose himself yet again? Suddenly a cold wet nose rubbed against his cheek, yanking him out of his quiet despair. Riku let out a surprised yelp and felt backwards, landing on the soft ground with a wince. He grabbed his side, hissing in pain as the yellow messenger came into view. After behind doubled over in pain a few moments, Riku looked up, sticking Pluto with a sharp glare. Although he was angrier at himself for being caught off guard, he felt as if the King's messenger was a perfect thing to blame. The poor thing merely nudged the boy with his nose in apology and offer the thin yellow roll of parchment to him. Riku tried to stay angry but the puppy's bright eyes had him duped. He sighed, still slightly annoyed as he gingerly sat down and opening the letter turning his back on the dog. Somewhere in the back of his mind he figured this might be slightly childish, pretending to ignore a dog, but he dismissed that as well. Pluto, figuring he had been somewhat forgiven nudged the silver hair boy again. "If Sora knew I was going so soft, he'd never let me live it down." Riku smiled, scratching the dog behind the ears. Pluto leaned into his hand, obviously enjoying the attention. Riku laughed and glanced back at his letter. Riku stopped, catching sight of the handwriting. It wasn't the king's normal scrawl draped across the page, but a simple curvy writing that was shaky and almost unintelligible at the moment. Riku frown, merely skipping to the bottom to confirm his suspicions. "Naminé." he muttered darkly. Pluto nudged the hand away, pushing at any hidden pockets the boy might have. Riku chuckled, and pulled out a half eaten loaf of bread. The messenger dog suddenly became twice as excited, and Riku absent mindedly chuckled the bread to the side and let the dog pounce on it. The silver haired teen narrowed his eyes as he turned back, searching through the rest of the message. What he found made him stand up suddenly despite the agonizing pain that continued the fester in his side. His bright aqua eyes scanned the letter again... and yet again. no matter how many times he read it, he couldn't mistake the message- His heart stopped beating. Sora? xXx "He's stronger than we expected.†One of the black cloaked men across the pure white room gave a slight chuckle which he unsuccessfully turned into a cough. The first, a cold no nonsense man, marked by the cross shaped scar on his face, glared back obviously offended. “You have something to say, Number IX?†The Amused Man shook his head, clearly still trying to hide his amusement. The First didn’t look contented, his icy blue glare fixed on the other, “I would disagree, Melodious Nocturne, for your… ‘laughter’ says otherwise.†He crossed his legs with the air of annoyance, as the other gave a sheepish shrug, “Do remember, Number IX that we Nobodies cannot be amused.†Number IX sat forward, pulling down his hood as he did so. A smile drapped across his younger features reached his sea-green eyes in a way none of his comrades could even hope to achieve. He was obviously smirking, as he brushed back strands from his oddly cut hair. “Just wondering, Saïx-“ his voice held his ever present cheerfulness even as those around him shifting uncomfortably. The Younger Nobody was being far more forward than normal. He didn’t seem to notice them or is Superior’s glare as he continued, “Do you only say that since he outplayed you?†The Lunar Diviner’s glare deepened, “Perhaps you would wish the assignment of testing him next?†The younger nobody visibly deflated, before forcing another bright smile on his face as well as another round of his overly-cheerful laughter, “You know I’m not the fighting type…†“Then you’d do your best to keep quiet.†“Number IX.†The calm but commanding voice broke through the building argument and every member stilled. Their eyes all traveled up to the highest seat where amber eyes glowed under his dark hood. “Treat your elders with more respect. Number VII, repeat your conclusion.†The Lunar Diviner looked up, anger fading out of his eerie yellow eyes and back into their dull emotionless state. “We were wrong to underestimate him. When I sent the heartless after him they hesitated, weighing who was stronger.†“You said you injured him.†Attention was diverged to one of the lower chairs where it’s occupant, a sturdy blonde, flipped a card his fingers. “Did the Heartless really consider him stronger? Even while twice as injured at yourself. That’s a gamble on their part.†“As if!†His neighbor waved off the insinuation, “The Heartless don’t have anything to lose, Luxord.†“Regardless.†The Lunar Diviner said loudly, bringing attention back to himself, “They still considered him a powerful entity.†The Superior nodded, bringing his hand to rest his covered chin in thought, “Understood. And yet-†He looked at the other expectantly. Saïx smiled, no happiness showing through, “If you wish sir, we could still break him. In the shadow of the Superior’s hood, another twisted smile appeared in his face, “He must have… a weak point. Find it.†The Lunar Diviner merely gave a short nod and disappeared into iridescent black. The amber eyes looked out over the others still waiting. They settled on one outspoken Sitar player who visably cringed underneath it. “Number IX†He started slowly his voice void of any emotion. “Your punishment for your behavior toward your senior…†The Melodious Nocturne tried to sink deeper into his chair. The cold smile returned. “Bring the Sleeping Hero to me.†_________________ If you want to read more check my Sig for the Link to FFnet.
... or rather, a Nobody. XD Namine sings about wanting somebody to love while (yes, it's true.) Orgainization XIII sings back up. O.o Yes. Backup. Saix has a lovely harmony by the way. XD Take a look ((Just an AMV I threw together. I really really appreicate any thoughts here on or on My YouTube account.))
Hey all! Well, I really feel like writing some short stories, so I'm going to offer short story requests for the first five people who comment. They're nothing multichapter. :D Just little drabbles on this or that. Maybe 500-700 words a pop. Though each go with my creative juices. Some may be shorter or longer than another. If this turns out well I may do it again. :D Just comment with the fallowing: Pairing/Ship: (I'll do any pairing besides slash... I'm just not comfortable writing it....and no original characters! sorry! I wouldn't do them justice. ) OR if you don't want a shippery Story- Character: (This could be a random Drabble about ANY character in the KH series. Want something about Donald or Sora or even Queen minnie?) Prompt: (word or phrase that will inspire me for the story) Edit: Come one guys, dosn't anyone want one? EDIT2: Just and example so you all know what- Got it? xD mmkay. Have at 'er. SLOTS: (Open) 1) Nightwinde Pairing/Ship/Character: Larxene/Axel Prompt: "Go be annoying somewhere else." FINISHED 2)ロクサス Pairing/Ship/Character: Sora/Ollette Prompt: She could never remember the last thing we talked about. 3) Pairing/Ship/Character: Prompt: 4) Pairing/Ship/Character: Prompt: 5) Pairing/Ship/Character: Prompt:
I keep thinking if I just keep posting these babies, SOMEBODY will reveiw. XD I have too many ideas of Grandure sometimes. XD Summary: This story takes place in an alternate universe and begins after CoM at the start of KHII after Roxas’ Story. However, there are a few differences that make this Story AU. When Sora refuses to forget Namine he is left with broken memories he insists on remembering himself. Yet while he sleeps his world is slowly disolving around him. Can his other half save his home while his best friend continues to search for a way to wake him up? His childhood friend continue to forget him as Kairi slowly crumbles under the weight of her own forgotten memories. They are all running out of time as The Organization continues to find ways to hurt them all. | Chapter I and II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Broken Chains Trailer | Whew, I'm gettin' fancy. Go me. :does fancy dance: _____XxX_____ Chapter Five: Unbreakable Chains “Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.†.-Christina G. Rossetti “I’m sorry, Sora.†“What are you sorry about?†Sora finally opened his eyes. Naminé stood in front of him now. The two of them were alone on the smaller island by the tree. She looked sad but determined; her blue eyes cold and hard. She wasn’t crying, but the look on her face seemed to state that is wasn’t as if she didn’t want to. She couldn’t. Sora reached out and tried to speak, but Naminé shook her head. “You have to forget me. Forget about promises. Just forget, Sora.†Sora could only watch helplessly as Naminé hand reached forward. She touched the side of his forehead and closed her eyes. Everything was dead silent for only a moment, when Sora could suddenly feel something inside him loosen, some chain in his heart that was so tightly wrapped together, he was afraid if it broke so would he. He winced as it continued to loosen. (“You’ll forget me…â€) The wind blew in his ears carrying the eerie twinkles of chains in the wind. Sora tried not to focus on the girl’s words, but instead figure out why his arms weren’t working. Naminé sighed, her free hand tightening around her sketchbook. Sora looked down, and in the glimmer of silent lighting, he barley caught sight the golden chains wrapped around his body. His eyes widened as the chains of his heart loosened even more. (“But that’s just the chain of memories coming undone.â€) Other chains appeared, wrapped around tree trunks, hanging off the branches, and sinking into the stormy sea. As the chains gently clinked against each other, their uncanny music played memories across his mind. Each link was a memory, but Sora noticed they weren’t all his alone. His mind floated away, focused on each link, listening to the voices draw him in. He forgot about the girl in front of him, even though her fingers still rested on his temple. (“When we grown up, let’s get off this island.†Riku looked excited, as if he was letting out a secret want he had to keep silent for far too long. In the back of his mind Sora wondered how long his friend had been hiding that wish, but he was too young, too innocent to question it further. He grinned at his best friend, and nodded. "Sure." ) (“Have you heard of the legendary power of the paopu fruit?†She grinned at him and leaned forward, a knowing look her face. She nearly burst out laughing at the look on Sora’s face. Was her friend really that dull. She mentally sighed. Well it looked like it was up to her. Aw, wasn’t that romantic?) (“Deal? Winner get’s to share a paopu with Ka-†Riku winked at him, and watched as Sora’s face filled with slight jealousy. Riku let out a small laugh, but it felt hollow. He had bumped heads with his friend over plenty of things and the older boy had always taken the lead. But this feeling of rivalry was different. It was full of... envy? Riku took his mark-) (“Wait, I…â€Sora felt his heart skip a beat. Share a Paopu with-… Riku was laughing at him again, but there was something different about it. Something darker than normal.. He looked up ahead, but there was no one.) (“Along with any other worlds out there! I want to see 'em all!†He smiled, staring out over the blue water. It had been so long ago when he told Riku he'd go. He looked up to the form blocking the sun. She turned, a smile shining amid her laugh. Sora felt jolt go through his heart. Her face... He remembered her-) "What are we waiting for?" Everything else grew muffled and Sora barley heard Naminé’s voice- “I really am sorry, Sora.†The chain linked to his heart gave what Sora feared was it’s last twist, and jolted Sora out of his thoughts. His memories disappeared once again, fading back into the darkness of his heart. His hand flew forward of its own accord. The chains wrapped around his body shattered into a thousand pieces of light. “No!†Thunder rolled as he grabbed Naminé’s hand. “Sora what are you-!?†Sora held her wrist tight, far away from his face “I’m not going to forget anything… Not my island, not her and not you.†“What?†She stared at him, shocked and mouth agape. “I don’t want to forget you.†Sora said softly, trying not to scare her. She tried to pull her hand away, but Sora held tight. They stood there at what could only seem as an impasse, neither willing to compromise, neither willing to give in. Finally it broke, shattering like the chains before. “What’s her name?!†Naminé suddenly yelled at him, yanking her hand out of his grip. Taking a step back, Sora looked slightly guilty, “I… I don’t know. “Don’t you want to know who you really are? Don’t you want to remember her?†Naminé motioned at the keychain hanging on his belt with the hand still clenching her sketch book. It was the first time Sora noticed it. The seashells clanked against the chains of his pants. She gave it to him… he remembered that much, but the ‘when’s and ‘why’s were lost in the darkness. Rain began to drip from above, like the tears in Naminé’s eyes. Sora looked back up at the blonde girl. She shook her head. “You’ll forget Sora. You don’t want to forget her…†“No. I don’t.†Sora admitted. “But Naminé, I don’t want to forget you either.†He reached into his pocket and pulled out a second keychain. The yellow fruit gleamed up between the two of them, and in the silence he heard Namine's sharp intake of breath. He smiled, "I made a promise to you too." He said honestly. “But Sora-“ She stopped, picking her words carefully, "Please don't break her promise... not for someone like me." "I won't break anyone's promises." Sora pulled her the other keychain as well and smiled at the both of them. “I won’t forget her. And I won’t forget you. I promise.†"But-" Sora smiled, almost in a happy daze as he gripped the first keychain in his hand, "I remember her face, Naminé. I'm not going to forget that again." Surprise covered Naminé's face as she opened her mouth to speak but suddenly her eyes widened, staring over Sora’s shoulder. She took a step away, and the sketch book feel out of her hands. The pages fell out and fluttered off into the stormy sky like white birds. Sora turned to look for them, when he caught his eye. The boy stood at the edge of the bridge, a permanent sad and hurt look on his face. Blonde hair swept to the side, icy blue eyes stared after the pages, then right back at Sora. Something passed between the two boys, a connection that was untraceable. The boy half-smiled and nodded. Sora smiled and nodded back, almost as if an agreement had passed between the two. The name came to his mind before he was even aware of it himself. “I know you.†Sora started softly, “Roxas.†“You need to wake up Sora.†The blonde boy stated without introduction. Sora nodded, as if in a trance, turning back to look at Naminé. “Yeah… I know.†He said softly, still speaking to the other boy. “Just give me a little while longer, ok?†“I can’t.†Roxas didn’t seem upset about it, his voice flat and apathetic. “Not for much longer.†Sora sighed, almost exasperated, and nodded. “Fine.†He turned away, “I’m coming.†“No!†Naminé grabbed Sora’s arm, yanking on it with both hands, “You can’t Sora. You’re memories aren’t back! You’ll forget-“ Sora laughed, a sweet but foolish laugh that echoed in the silent storm. “I already told you, Naminé. I’m not forgetting anything.†“She’s waiting for you.†Roxas nodded toward shore. “I know.†Sora softly pulled his arm out of Naminé’s reach, to follow the other boy. Naminé looked lost for a moment, scared and alone. Sora turned at the bridge and smiled again, “See you when I wake up.†II. Sora followed the other boy, neither speaking, each engrossed in his own thoughts. Or at least, that is what Sora believed. Roxas’ face was so passive, so apathetic, that Sora could barley tell if the boy was human much less in any thought as deep as his own. He snuck a glance over to shoulder, only to start when he saw the rest of his island was as black as pitch. He couldn’t even see the smaller island, much less Naminé. He backed into the other boy, only to find Roxas staring at the entrance as the base of the tree in the middle of the island. The waterfall sprayed cold water on the both of them as they stood there, each waiting for their own incentive to speak. Finally Roxas sighed. “There. She's there.†“The Secret Place.†Sora ducked his head to look in the passage way. The darkness waited for him like always, the random drawings on the wall glowing pearly white. He turned back to the other boy. “Wha-“ “She waiting.†Roxas cut him off. "Are you com-" Roxas shook his head. For once, a harsh emotion passed across his face. "I'm not allowed." Sora looked apologetic. "Oh... Sorry." He paused, and looked up at the sky, as if the darkening clouds held some sort of advice. He spoke without turning. “You know I can’t wake up just yet.†Roxas sighed, sounding slightly annoyed, “I figured as much.†“Can you..." He paused again, wetting his dry lips and looking for the right words... (Riku turned back, a sad but almost content smile on his face. The door continued to close, cutting them off from one another.) A Separation. Sora smiled too, and barely looked over his shoulder, the words coming to his lips. "Take care of her." Then he was gone. III. Roxas opened his eyes. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He had fallen asleep. That was never good. Dreaming had never truly been the same since he found out what he was once again. When ever he slept, Sora’s memories came alive, wrapping around his mind like a vice, squeezing out his own memories. For that reason only, Roxas tried to keep from sleeping whenever he could. But he was only human- Or as least as human as a Nobody could be. It had been cooler than normal, autumn finally grasping hold and sending cooler air to a normally hot climate. He had thought that the resulting autumn air would keep him awake. Instead, the cool breezes had lulled his tired mind to sleep, and right back into Sora’s Memories. At least that is what he had hoped. If Sora’s memories were growing so powerful that they could drag him in like that- Roxas didn’t want to think about it. “You have to wake up Sora.†He muttered once more to the leaves above him. The wind played about his ears, almost as if someone was whispering back. He sighed again and took his hands out from behind his head. He stared up at the dark crimson sky, watching golden threads of sun dance along clouds edges and play with the retreating night. So he had only been asleep a few hours. Obviously it had been enough. Take care of her. He sat half-up, still leaning on his elbows, taking in his surroundings. The sea lapped its soft waves in the side of the island, eating away at the sand and pushing more upward. The slow push and pull effect was calming. He half-smiled bringing one knee up and leaning an alternate elbow against it. The mere moments between night and day were passing quickly and with it- his contentment. Twilight was leaving once again, and it almost made him homesick. That is, if a Nobody could feel homesick. His eyes traveled up the beach and he noticed with slightly discomfort that he was no longer alone as he had been that entire early morning. He leaned forward and cocked his head slightly at the silhouetted form walking toward him from a few yards off. When he realized who the tall form belonged to was he couldn’t help the surprise that spread over his face. He sat up all the way, and dangled his bare feet off the edge. Orange tinted waves splashed below him, but he didn’t take notice. He watched the man stop a few feet in front of him, a familiar, and yet changed, smirk spreading across his face as he stared up at the younger boy. He stuck his hands in his pockets, and merely shrugged as if his presence there was normal. As if either of their presence there was normal. Roxas sighed, “Axel." The red-haired Nobody grabbed the side of the steep embankment and easily pulled himself up next to the boy. Roxas watched as the lanky man situated himself far enough away to seem less of a threat, and yet close enough to still cause the boy minor discomfort. “What are you doing here?†“You don’t look happy to see me, Roxy.†“Don’t call me that.†Roxas retorted without thinking. Axel laughed, and leaned slightly back on his hands, staring up at the sky. “Fine.†Roxas dipped his head in thought, still watching the other. He wasn’t used to seeing him without the signature black cloak that named him one of Organization XIII’s finest. In fact, Roxas didn’t know of a time when he hadn’t seen him in it. But now, he wore simple light slacks and a black t-shirt, barefoot just as Roxas was. The effect made him look normal, albeit in an eerie and uncanny sort of way. Axel turned his head slightly, green eyes sad. Roxas suddenly felt defensive. “What?†“You still don’t look too happy.†“I’m waiting for the bad guys to jump out of hiding.†Roxas shifted slightly back, looking around. The man laughed once more. “What, out of the palm trees?†He stared back up at the sky, leaning back on his hands. “We both know they’re too dramatic for that.†“Why are you here?†“Always straight to the point.†He sat up once more, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand, “I’m here to keep an eye on you actually.†“Did he send you?†“Does it matter?†“Don’t be stupid.†Axel nodded and laughed sadly, “Yeah, I guess it does.†Silence covered both of them momentarily. Roxas narrowed his eyes at the other, leaning forward. “Well, did he?†He prompted darkly. “No.†Roxas sat back, feeling slightly less vulnerable. “Then... What are you here for… really?†“He’s waking up.†Axel said simply. Both knew what he was talking about. Roxas dipped his head, nodding as he did so. “I know.†“How do you know?†Axel asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Roxas didn’t explain. â€It won’t be for a while.†“Before what?†“The end.†Silence lapsed only for a moment though, before Axel sighed, “Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, I guess you already know who else is coming back…†he waved his arm around in an indecisive manner. “Coming back?†Roxas tore himself out of his thoughts. “No.†“R-I-K-U.â€Axel nodded, motion each letter with one hand. “Riku.†It was easy to see the discomfort in Roxas’ eyes. He wet his lips, looked away and then back again before speaking, “Where did you hear this?†“Naminé sent for him. No doubt He’ll hear about you, and want to-“ “So it’s not final.†Axel paused, shifting his weight to his other hand. Roxas didn't look at him wrapped up in his own thoughts and worries. After a moment, the red headed man made a small noise of agreement. “I guess not. Either way- You’re going to have to watch out for yourself… Stay away from him.†He rolled his head toward the boy to smile ironically, a single spike of stark red hair falling in his eyes, “Got it memorized?†Roxas raised a brow, shaking his head at the red head, “Does that line ever gets old?†Axel waved him off, smiling and chuckling “Nah…†Silence took over again, as the waves grew louder with the coming tide and the birds and other animals pulling themselves out of a restful night sleep. Both Nobodies sat there just beyond the bridge, content to just be for the time being. It was something the rest of the world took for granted- the chance to live. They watched the sun climb out of the horizon line, to take it's place in the sky. Twilight was gone. Roxas stood, brushing off his pants in one sweep. The other Nobody didn't seem to take notice, stone still as morning warmed both their faces. The sun was just high enough to take the chill out of the morning, and lighting the entire island in a golden yellow. Roxas sighed, and rubbed a hand through his hair, getting rid of the last of grains of sand still lingering behind. He reached over the side of the leaning Poupu tree and pulled out a bag. The other finally seemed to realize his old friend had moved. "You're leaving?" Roxas nodded, "If I stay too much longer, they'll start asking questions." "They..." Axel rolled the pronoun off his tongue, not liking how it tasted. He looked up at his old friend with a light sigh. Roxas shifted slightly uncomfortable and defensive once more. He frowned, "What?" Axel observed him a moment longer, then looked away and shrugged. "You're a little too happy about all of this." "Happy?" He nodded, still staring unfocused at the docks down the beach, "You don't scowl quite as hard as you used to." Roxas couldn't help the small contented smile that spread across his face. He resituated the bag on his shoulder and nodded. "You know, I'm kinda glad." Axel looked slightly confused as Roxas continued, "It's not as... strange. You being here." Axel smiled as well, and nodded, "Don't get too relaxed. I still think Riku is coming back to kill you." Roxas rolled his eyes with a huff, and headed toward the bridge. Axel chuckled leaning back and calling out, "Not to bust your bubble or anything." IV. Pausing at the three way road, Pluto scratched at the back of his neck, and tried not to think about the rumbling in his stomach. He had a job to do, and as usual it was up to him to keep the King and his allies connected. At the thought, the Royal Dog picked up his head a little higher. After all it was a very important job and not one he should complain about. Although, being a dog, he didn’t have much to complain about anyways. He just wished that strange smelling blonde girl had given him something to eat before he left. His stomach rumbled again and he gave a little whine. After all it wasn’t too much to ask, was it? Still he could tell she was worried. He could smell the apprehension all over her, and in way her hands shook as she wrote her letters. She smelled afraid. He was slightly confused. Perhaps that’s why she was writing the King. “Do€™t let DiZ catch you? Ok?†The strange girl had kissed the dog’s wet nose in a childish show of affection. “Please. Find the King first.†If a dog could sigh in a dramatic manner, Pluto decided now would have been the time to do it. Get Message. Find the King. Give the message. Get Reply message. Find Riku- Riku. Pluto perked up at that idea. The silver haired boy had always been rather fond of the Royal Messenger whenever Pluto had visited the King in the past. Perhaps he would feed him. With the thought of food fresh on his mind, Pluto put his nose to the road and gave a perceptive sniff. His King went left, while Riku’s dark scent went right. Pluto gave a small snort in thought. His stomach rumbled. He turned right. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you all are enjoying this, I would appreciate a review. Not that I’m a comment-whore or anything. xD
Give this a shot. H’okay, this is a little something that I wrote for my sister. It’s her plot, her characters and her ideas. She just doesn’t write very well. Though that might be because she’s six. xD That’s right, this plot was thought up by a six year old. So if it seems a little Mary-Sue it’s because at that age, every princess is beautiful. XD and its based on herself. Most of the actions that Cailean does are very Cecily… and the fact that it’s true Cecily doesn’t like Kairi. Don’t ask me. I heart Kairi. Basically she stated she wanted her character to be the Princess of Kingdom Hearts as if Kingdom Hearts was a place, and she created a little story to go with it. (I'm in it too!! Aww!) She said she really liked the new Secret Movie so that’s where her idea came from. XD She’s so cute. So yeah- Enjoy, review, and I’ll tell her what you all think. _____xXx_____ Birthright Tomoe was bored. Make that very bored. Plus, she was also very hot. It wasn’t a good combination. The island sun was strange to her when she had been living in the cool moonlight all her life. In fact, she had been surprised when the Seniors had given her leave to find the source of the Kingdom’s distress. She was even more surprised when they sent the Princess and Mage with her. She sighed and brushed back her short thick hair into a ponytail. The effect was a little cooler, but her Black Uniform wasn’t helping matters. She tugged the cape and tight jacket off laying it behind her in a bundle. At least it wasn’t her armour. And she was still bored. That couldn’t be helped; she had been sitting up here all day, watching everyone else play. She sighed watching the shadows grow longer. Her blank, dark eyes watched the two boys make their way to the smaller island off the shore. She shoved the long thin key blade into the top of the tree house she was sitting on and tried to lie back, using her cloak and jacket as a pillow. It wouldn’t be long now. In fact she only had to wait a few moments before the light sound of trickling water reached her ears. A soft splashed fallowed and Tomoe barley reached back and moved her things over before the water trickled past her and off the top of the tree house. A giggle fallowed as a young child of seven plopped gracefully beside her. Tomoe turned her blank eyes toward the child, and big doe-brown eyes awaited her. The princess had taken to life outside the Kingdom more than her or Damian had. She dressed more colorful that she would have been allowed to at court- Bright blue ballet shoes, palm green skirt and her shirts seemed to always remain the bright gold of the strange star shaped fruit that dominate this island. Her long chocolate brown waves, while it would have been confined to the Royal braids in home, were left down and collected around her elbows. Tomoe shook her head. Her own cool silver-blue locks were as long as being a Royal Knight would allow, and even that was too much on this hot island. The Princess played with her pink bow, grinning ear to ear. “Tomoe.†She said sweetly. The Knight raised a brow. “Princess…†She replied equally as light. “Um… Where Damian?†The child rocked back and forth, her thick waves bouncing with her. Tomoe almost frowned, her blank stare still dominating her pale face. “What did you do?†“Nothing…†The princess retorted sharply, throwing her hands down into her lap. Tomoe fixed her with another blank stare as the young beauty pouted, slumping her shoulders. “Why do you and Damian always think I did something?†Tomoe didn’t reply but turned her gaze back to the shore as the Princess rambled off in her defense. The two of the three were watching were now at the Star Fruit tree, and were silently sitting. Tomoe’s sharp gaze flew across the beach till they landed on the cinnamon red girl searching along the shore. She couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “… besides, Damian himself gave me forgiveness for that time with the spider, because I actually didn’t know he was afraid of him.†The Princess continued her defense, counting each forgiven offense on her elegant hands. Tomoe noticed with slight amusement that she was quickly running out of fingers. She needed to stop the child before that happened. “State our mission, Princess.†Her clear voice rang with the same commanding tone she used with her troops. The Princess looked up confused, “Mission?†“You know why we are here.†Tomoe gaze landed on the girl on the beach again. The Royal Knight could hear her princess sigh. “Our mission is to protect the Keyblade Weilder and ensure the tranqu…tran-†Her smooth, educated voice tripped over the word. “Tranquility.†Tomoe prompted, pulling the iridescent keyblade out of the roof and letting it disappear in her grip. The Princess nodded continuing- “Tranquility of Kingdom Hearts while not revealing ourselves to… anyone.†She finished with the air of someone who was sick of hearing the same lesson over and over. Tomoe almost smiled. “And how did Damian find as the best way to protect the Keyblade Master?†Princess pouted, “Protect the Weilder of Darkness and Princess of Heart…†her voice spat out the last title as the Princess herself gave a childish pout. Tomoe gathered up her things, pulling back on the thick jacket. “It is those thoughts that caused you to loose your place as a candidate as the last Princess of Heart, Cailean.†At the sound of her real name, the Princess started, and then sighed. “She’s not even a princess any more.†“Regardless, there is no darkness in her heart and she is a princess. You however are often vain, selfish and your father spoiled you in your youth.†“My self confidence soars, Tomoe.†Cailean said darkly, “As the Princess of Kingdom Hearts, that place has always been my birthright.†The Princess was sending death glares at the redhead now bending to pick something out of the shoals. The Knight’s sharp black gaze caught site of the bottle and nodded. Damian had done his job. The Black Knight stood, fastening the shimmering black cloak around her pale neck. “Again, The Daughter of Radiant Garden was chosen, and now it is your responsibility to protect her. Your Keyblades are proof of that. †The princess stood by her Knight and light shimmered by her hands. Two Keyblades, both far too colorful for Kingdom Heart’s Court, appeared in her hands. The first sharp teeth were made up of the figure of Star Fruit from this world on the cool palm green handle, while the second was made up of the sharp edges of a bright pink ribbon and elaborate gold heart on a purple blade. In a childish move, she threw this off the top. She turned her back on them. Tomoe actually chuckled, “You know that doesn’t work.†The Keys shimmered in air as the reappeared back in her hands. The Princess sighed and let them disappear. ‘Don’t be a child, Princess.†Tomoe shook her head, leaned forward to speak to the child, “When this side formed an organization we were sent to help stop them from entering our world. We’ve done our job. Now Look, Damian has spoken with the Mouse King. They have their new orders and we have ours. Your father wants you home.†The Princess of Heart ran under them, clutching the bottle tightly. Cailean watched as she ran across the bridge, calling her friend’s names. “Sora! Riku!†The boys turned. “It’s still not fair.†She muttered, “I get to live in a moonlit castle for the rest of my life as she get’s-“ “Hey? What’s wrong?†The boys seemed almost worried as the Princess of Heart bent over catching her breath. She held up the bottle, “Look.†“This.†Cailean sighed, and turned away. Water flowed up from under her, wrapping around the child like a welcoming hug. She disappeared in a trickle of wet drops. Tomoe stared at the place where her Princess had disappeared. Her heart ached for the child who had waited for her birthright all her life only to find herself, for lack of better words, "unworthy". Tomoe couldn’t blame the child her envy, though she did wish the beauty would notice her own gifts. She looked back at the island, where the three friends were standing around the bottle’s message. Where would it lead them this time? “Till next time, my friends.†Stars wrapped around the knight, and she caught sight of the sun setting before she too disappeared in a shower of silver. ____oOo_____Yeah, we don’t have any more than that, but it was my sister’s idea to lead into KH III But she doesn’t know have any more ideas. So this might be all you get. Darn because I wan't to see what Damain looked like.
Summary: While he was stuck here convincing people he was something he wasn't, Sora was still asleep, trying to remember things best left forgotten. Roxas sighed. He couldn't really blame his other half. After all there were memories he refused to forget as well. I swear I have a differant summary every chapter. XD Just keepin' you all guessing. | Chapter I and II | Chapter III | Broken Chains Trailer | Whew, I'm gettin' fancy. Go me. :does fancy dance: _____xXx_____ Chapter Four: Insanity “And though I haven't seen you Are You still there? I cried out with no reply And I can't feel You by my side.” -Never Alone, Barlow Girls She was afraid- no, not afraid. Terrified. She hadn’t even waited for the boat to dock, but instead took off through the shallows. The sand hurt her bare feet, hot and rough against her soft skin, not yet cooled after the summer day. The sun was setting stark red against the ocean, casting its bloody hue over their island. Darkness loomed in the distance, signs of a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance. The effect didn’t help the already frightened child. Fragmented memories like broken glass- floating in the wind, buried in the sand, hiding in the trees. They tugged her along the beach, much more real that reality could even hope to be. A hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist, dragging her along. She looked up, finding herself so much smaller, so long ago. The island was brighter, holding promises of sunny days, sweet innocent games along water's edge, of sand castles and day dreams. She laughed, the sound alien and distant in her own ears. The boy turned, aqua blue eyes peeking out from behind silver hair, and grinned at the girl, as his companion, a smaller boy continued to tug on her arm. She tried to see the smaller boy's face, but it twisted and turned, like ripples on water. "Riku? Where are we going?" Her voice worked on it's own. It was happy and carefree- How long since she had known that voice? "We found it ages ago." The silver boy was saying. "The Secret Place." "It'll be our place now." the other boy said turning. The girl let a gasp leave her. He had no face. "Kairi?" She yanked her hand out of his hold. Stumbling backward, she tripped over her own feet, burning her bare knees on the sand, and tearing her night shift. She refused to open her eyes, the darkness behind them more inviting than the darkening island sand. Suddenly she let loose fresh sobs, wrapping her arms around her waist. Her long deep red hair stuck to her cheeks, where the streams of tears remained. She looked up expecting to see the two boys once more, but they had disappeared into the darkness. "Don't worry." Riku touched her shoulder, bending down with a smile. She looked up, eyes wide and expectant. He smiled. "We'll always protect you." Her voice didn't work, she reached up toward her friend, and he passed through her hand. She bit back fresh tears. He chuckled lightly and walked away. Her mind wouldn’t let her calm down, pumping adrenaline into her already weak body. Ghosts of her past, memories forgotten, continued to torment her. She pushed herself back up, rushing across the rest of her beach, trying to see past the tears in her eyes as she tore open the hut door. Run, run.It whispered, rumbling with the thunder. The storm is coming. Darkness waited for her inside. She paused, fear making her hesitate. Darkness… it reached out to her, threatening her with unseen fingers. It tumbled around her mind, encircling it with sweet lies and seemingly innocent words. She shook her head, as if arguing with someone unseen. She couldn't go on. Not even to him- Him... Her heart ached, painful burning throbs and sent her to her knees. Who was- "Even if you get to another world-" She laughed, the sound sweet, innocent and foolish. "What will you do there?" Riku turned, looking up at her with a smile- one that held hopes and dreams and ideas of a future that didn't exist. "I haven’t really thought of that yet.” He laughed, “But we'll never know if we stay here right?" Movement at her side, "I dunno." Kairi was afraid to turn, and when she finally did. The boy, the voice, was gone- Riku's voice barley made it through her fear- "Exactly." Don't think. Run! Faster. Find Safety. She heeded the words, wiser than her own twisted feelings. She stumbled once more trying to get to get up the stairs, afraid of something that didn’t have a form or even a memory. Yet it dripped with fear all the same, following her with slow deliberate steps. She knew this fear. It had gripped her years ago and dragged her very being out of her body. Her heart had been saved back then- But who would save her this time… "Riku?" He tugged her along, refusing to look at her. The sun was gone, hiding behind the horizons of her memories. She couldn't see his face, and yet she knew something was wrong with him. Riku wasn't himself. Thunder rolled. Riku wasn't his normal self. He wasn't their fearless leader, her dear friend- The blood red sun faded. -her protector. "We have to check the raft! We might have to leave to leave now!" Riku's voice was strained. He was afraid. She was afraid. No, not afraid. Terrified. "What about So-" The name slipped off her tongue. She didn't register it. Riku spun around, eyes hard and angry. "He's coming with us!" She started back in shock. Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed the fear. He was afraid. No, not afraid. Terrified. No one else would have noticed it. No one else would have seen the fear hiding behind the fierce anger, no one but her and him. It was a mask- a mask she saw right through. "Riku..." It wasn't a question. It was full of pity. Riku rolled his eyes, giving her that look he always did when something bothered him. He pretended not to care. “Where? Where do I go?” She sobbed pulling her tired limbs up the stairs. Who she was talking to- what she was pleading to- she couldn't say. Yet it answered all the same. Faster, Princess. Faster. Farther The unseen voice urged her faster, Find him…Find- The door at the top of the stairs didn’t open. She was sobbing full force now, pulling at the handle, willing it to open. She was afraid- afraid of darkness, of the storm. She was afraid that her friends would fall to pieces. Yet, most of all, she was afraid of the enemy that threatened to tear apart her world once more. Go! Open the door. Run to safety. “I’m trying!” She barely forced out, rattling the handle for the umpteenth time. It gave, and she threw the door open, back into the red sunlight. The tree stark black against the crimson sun set, slowly darkening with every second. She leaned against the nearest tree, trying to catch her breath, her wits- Her sanity. The Island. He’d be there. He’d be waiting. He’d save her. She even saw the silhouette of his head against the flashes of lighting over the water. She almost remembered. It was here. Right here, in the midst of the storm that took her soul. He turned, his face barley illuminated. He looked slightly frightened himself. She pushed herself harder, but it felt as if she was going slower than ever. All she had to was touch him, see his face and everything would come back. Everything. The storm was closer. The fear was growing. Run, Princess. She stumbled across the bridge, hand reaching out for the form on the other side. Her feet hit the island as- He reached out in return. Blue eyes shone with worry and fear, “Kairi?“ Lighting flashed. She fell to her knees once more... And then she was alone. Alone. Rain began to fall on the girl, wetting her skin with soothing cool breads of waters. As if apologizing, the thunder remained far away, and the lighting flashed only a precious few more times before it too faded into almost non-existence. She sat back, drawing her knees to her chest as she hugged them, trying to find some condolence. None came. Nothing but the shaky unsure feeling after fear has left, the feeling when one isn’t sure wither or not to be afraid. Kairi shook her head, brushing her hair back, in doing so trying to do the impossible task of brushing past her tears. When would the feeling stop? When would she stop fearing for her heart? When would he- She looked up, the remaining flashes of lighting sending memories of brighter carefree days, of childhood. She watched him run down the beach toward her, laughing waving something in her direction. Riku was behind him, laughing at the boy's antics to get her attention- Kairi tried to see past her tears, into illusions of past- But the sunlight blocked his face, washed out his features. He stopped, hands dropping to his side. "Kairi?" The lighting flashed again and darkness took over once more. He disappeared. Riku looked up at her, and sighed. Then he too faded away- "No! Wait!" She screamed scrambling toward the edge. She almost fell- Arms gently wrapped around her, stopping her, cathcing her coaxing her into solid warmth. She started, bright eyes full of fear, but the face was familiar. She shut her eyes and held her breath, trying to stop the sobs, but they broke through her barriers. She buried her face in his shoulder as he lightly ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm the girl out of her hysteria. She continued to try and stop her sobs, still trembling. “What happened? What happened that night? Why can’t I remember?” She shook her head, still buried in the comfort of his arm, “Why hasn’t Riku come home? Why hasn’t things gone back to-“ She didn’t say it but he knew he what she meant. Her world was still crumbling down, just as everyone else’s began to rebuild itself. His arms tightened as her cries continued. “Why won’t all my memories- Where are they? Where did they go?” He had no words of comfort, no sweet nothings to calm her down. Just his presence, as if that would fight away the darkness still threatening the light in her. His hand rested on her head, silently remind her of his presence; her curled tightly against him, seeking some child-like comfort. They sat like that for what seemed like ages, the rain soaking the both of them, still apologizing for letting the storm scaring the girl so badly. The boy seemed to understand, looking up and letting the rain run down his face in some sort of acceptance. After long moments of just being there, Kairi finally stilled, eyes falling shut in a dreamless, fearless sleep. The boy brushed the hair away from her closed eyes, watching how her eyelashes made dark crescents on her cheeks. “Is she ok?” The words didn’t seem to startle the boy. He nodded slightly, suddenly, but gracefully shifting Kairi into his arms. He stood fluidly. The girl’s weight didn’t seem to faze him. Without a word of explanation of how he knew to find her here, he turned to the others waiting quietly on the bridge. They were peers, a boy and girl, their own age- childhood friends and fellow schoolmates. They all looked somewhere between releived and still scared out of their mind. The boy was leaning his hands on his knees still breathing heavily. while his friend stood next to him, hand over her rapidly beating heart. Both were dressed in their night clothes, respective bright blues and yellows dulled by the rain and dark. The boy's once bright gold locks and the girl's once chocolate flips were flatted, soaked by the storm.The boy pushed himself up and stepped forward, mouth half opened to speak, “It’s alright, Titus. Where’s Waka?” The girl pointed where their older friend waited by the docks, her voice still missing.. The quiet boy nodded, giving them a half smile that didn't quiet reach his icy blue eyes. The two friends watched him carry her back into the hut, out of sight, as he traveled back to their boats. The girl sighed, putting her face in her hands and leaned against the poupu tree. Titus looked confused and worried all at once, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. “I thought this was over. I thought when he retur-“ He looked at the girl, her green eyes caught somewhere far away. “Selphie?” Selphie picked up her head, shaking back her hair, now limp and wet by her shoulders. “I guess not everything is back to normal for Kairi. It’s like something’s still missing.” Titus nodded, watching the boy converse with Waka, Kairi now just a limp form in his arms. “Let’s hope Riku comes back soon then.” Selphie shook her head, “I don’t think she’s just waiting for Riku.” “What are you talking about?” When Selphie didn't respond, Titus just sighed, "Well be thankful he's here. If he didn't come home, I don't think there'd be a chance in blizball of us getting Kairi back to normal." Selphie nodded absent mindedly as the boy set Kairi down in the boat, and turned to look back up at the other two. Selphie frowned, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Something wasn’t right. The boy waved them over, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Selphie heard Titus respond. He tugged at her wet night gown, and she started to follow. But something caught her eye. The last silent flashes of lighting made their way across the water, illuminating the island for a mere moment. Both Selphie and the boy locked eyes. For a single second, it wasn’t his pale hair radiating in the night, but soft brown locks shining in sunlight, and laughter rung in her ears. Then it was gone. The boy was standing there, shamelessly staring back, but something about his posture told her he knew. She knew. She frowned, feeling something twist, an ache in her heart. 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Umm... *looks around now that everyone is staring at her* ... Hi. XD So- Anyone want to tell me how to do a hyperlink? I.E When you click a text and it takes you to another site. *sigh* You know I can program and fix computers but I don't know HTML from squat. :p
Alright. Chapters I and II are under Broken Chains (Kingdom Hearts AU) but are we supposed to put new threads for each chapter. I'm ignorant and a NooB. Ignore me. (silence) Good job! XD Anywho this is Chapter three of my Fanfiction and this is also the chapter that started it all. :p There are also quite a few answers in here. So I hope you enjoy it. Summary: When Sora refuses to forget Namine he is left with broken memories he insists on remembering himself. Yet while he sleeps his world is slowly disolving around him. Can his other half save his home while his best friend continues to search for a way to wake him up? His childhood friend continue to forget him as Kairi slowly crumbles under the weight of her own forgotten memories. They are all running out of time as The Organization continues to find ways to hurt them all. (Not sure if you want to read this? Watch the Trailer): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQJkvbRn6UE | Chapter I and II | _______xXx_______ Chapter Three: The White Room “Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.” -Barbara Kingsolver There had been nothing but the continuous hum of the case in which the silhouette of a boy hovered, floating in the dark mist. She had forgotten how many hours she had stood there over these past two years, just watching him sleep. How often she had sat on this floor, thousands of papers around her, physical representations of his old life. The life he was leaving her to go back to… at least that what she thought was going to happen. The silence had proved it, hadn’t it? However, the soft quiet was shattered today by the harsh resounding footsteps of black boots. The girl clad in white standing by the capsule did not move or turn. “You called for me?” the man’s deep voice was loud and rang throughout the white room. His stark black and scarlet outfit stood out against the cold white of the room and the pale girl's own colorless outfit. The girl didn’t turn, but placed her hand on the cold glass. “He’s waking up.” The footsteps stopped. Silence took back over as both man and girl stilled. “Isn’t a little early?” Scared blue eyes turned and stared up at him from under blonde fringe, “Far too early.” “Is that going to be a problem?” The girl turned back around, staring up at the sleeping boy. The silence continued. The man’s one visible amber eye narrowed. “Naminé?” “He’s taken over.” She barley whispered, “He’s putting his own memories back. Slowly, almost painfully, but he... he won't let me help.” “How is he doing this?” “I don’t know.” The girl sounded lost, confused. The man gave a dark chuckle, “Less work for you, I suppose?” More silence. The scarlet clad visitor began to get annoyed. “Naminé…” “I haven’t finished taking apart his-“ she paused, turning slightly. “My memories again… He’s putting his old memories back together before I finished taking apart the ones I created here! He’s trying to remember everything. He’s so worried about promises that now he’s trying to keep them all.” The blonde’s voice had risen till she was practically yelling. She shut her eyes tight, afraid of her own words. The man merely looked up, cocking his head in thought. “Is that so bad?” The girl looked abruptly lost, eyes wide with surprise. She sputtered a moment, holding both clenched hands to her chest, looking hurt. The scarlet man was silent a moment longer before he smiled, “Retaining all his memories… then it should be easier-“ “You don’t understand!” the blonde girl interrupted hotly, throwing her hands down. “His memories won’t all return. Those around him will still forget! There will be missing links!” “Missing links?” She nodded, still looking hurt. Her voice was noticablly softer. “There isn’t enough room in his heart for both of them. When he rejected my help in taking apart my memories, his heart has tried to meld them together.” He voice slowly lost it energy as she spoke, and her eyes softened as she looked back up at the sleeping boy. “By keeping mine, he’s elected to lose others.” “Lose?” The man’s voice sounded worried, “Naminé, which ones will he lose?!” She turned away, shaking her head, “I don’t know. I don’t.” "What do you mean?" "He keeps saying he made promise. He won't let himself forget. No matter how many time I push him away but he won't let me go." "Or perhaps you don't have as much control over his memories as you once believed." The words send confusion across the girl's face. The Scarlet Man didn't elaborate but instead stared up at the clear case once more, through the smoky mist, to the boy floating inside. A faint smile graced the child’s lips, as if he knew a secret they didn’t. The Man made a small noise of discontentment before turning sharply on the ball of his foot and started walking back. “There’s more.” The man started at the girl’s quiet words, and paused. He cocked his head backward as she continued, “Kairi still doesn’t remember him. Now there are just broken memories with a forgotten face. There’s such a hole inside her and she doesn’t know what to do. I think she's losing her light.” “You've suspected that for a while. We’ve already taken care of that…” “We don’t know if he’ll fill the hole." The girl's hands rested where her own heart should be, "I know he volunteered, to set things right, but I know… it won’t work.” The girl shook her head. “How do you know that?” “Because I wouldn’t forget him- wouldn’t replace him.” She whispered so softly, it was almost overcome by the gentle hum of the case in front of her. “I should have gone instead.” “It’s too risky, Naminé.” The man’s voice was final, “We are not yet sure what being in contact with Kairi will do to you.” “I don’t care.” Her voiced sounded bitter, she put a hand on the glass case again, “It was my fault everything was so messed up and I tried to fix everything but everything has just… just got worse.” She gently laid her forehead against the glass. The man stared down at the girl, back not half as rigid as “There’s something you’re not telling me.” Another moment’s pause and she sighed. “Roxas’ memories are interfering.” “Roxas? His memories of Twilight-“ “No. The ones he’s making now…” “Sora can see those?” “Yes.” "I see. Then perhaps we should not have..." His voice faded. He sighed, “What do you suggested we do then?” The girl barley turned to look at him. There was a distinct pause, which was dramatic and tense even if she didn’t mean it to be. Finally she answered in a small and tentative voice. “Send Riku for the King.” The Scarlet Man narrowed his eyes. The girl stumbled over her next words in an effort to continue. “Have the King come! He’ll know-“ “What are our other choices?” Her eyes grew hard. “There are no other choices.” “Don’t lie to me, Naminé. There are always other choices.” The girl faltered. She twisted her hands around themselves in despreate attempt to think. “Send…" He voice faded before she lifted in her head, eyes absolute, "Send for Riku. Maybe… maybe he can help.” “Very well…” The man turned again but paused. He seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts, his own broken plans and ideas before he sighed, “What has happened, Naminé?” “Memories are unpredictable.” An ironic chuckle that started small then grew until it was a full out laugh. “Much like hearts I suppose. I thought I had learned all there was. Unpredictable, are they?” “This is why they shouldn’t be messed with.” She spoke with the air of someone who has learned a mistake before, only to make it agian. He made a small noise of agreement, “Do what you have to do.” Then the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed across the room. Finally, complete silence once again. It ate up time and space, until it was broken by the dull drips of tears on the circular green designs of the floor. “Even if you take apart the chain of memories in my heart the links are still there, right Sora?” She laid her head back against the glass orb. “Why couldn’t you just leave them alone? I don’t want to have to-” She put her hands up by her head, letting her wieght sag against it. (I’ll come back you after I wake up-) More silent tears hit the floor. “I’m sorry, Sora…” ________________ I love Comments, but I love it even more when you're truthful. :nod:
