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Read OK I've written a sequel to my first ever fanfic KHTDR:MS(this is it right here). The prologue is in the story of the week section and it was based off the poem by me 'Reminiscent'. You needn't really read the other bits I just thought you'd ought to know. Bear in mind I listened to a lot of depressing and or emo music at the time of writing this and I will continue to do so, if that affected anything tell me if not then whatever. Now here's the first two chapters and each gets their own name! This!

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Chapter 1- I know it’s coming, but…

It was midnight in the small town where he slept. Until yesterday that is. He’d been wakened along with the others. The first thing he saw in the rainy town was his own reflection, it looked just like him and yet it was exactly opposite from the way he looked at the same time. That thought crossed his mind, however he had much more to be concerned with than the oddities of reflections. Reflections, they are odd indeed. The rain fell steadily over him soaking his battered trench coat and his ashen black hair. For now there were too many enemies about, and just as he thought this a welcoming shop door lay a crack open at the end of the alley. Luck was on his side that day, no one was in, so he had the place to himself. First order of business, creating another him. Another identity, to lose the pursuers that drew ever nearer. He found this to be an easy task, as he was in a synthesis workshop. A few potions and a change of clothes later he stood with snow white hair and a black trench coat. This wasn’t the best disguise, but how would anyone know the difference after twenty years of searching. Now was the time to leave, the shadows had begun to lengthen when he first entered, by now they were covering most of the floor like a mass of black creeping tendrils. His welcome was outstayed and the enemies had entered. The door clattered open, there was a splash outside, and the shadows withdrew, they had elsewhere to search now. The figure barreled down the empty streets and alleys followed closely by a black mass shrouding every surface around him.



“First, contact has been made. Two of the three have met and the fourth has been terminated. This operation looks promising already.” The pale white haired man stood in a great open plain next to the composed grey haired man.
“Nox, it’s not going to be so easy. Those could very well be false reports and Coixu hasn’t yet arrived.” Misxion brushed his hair out of his eyes and watched the tall grass bend to the wind like waves upon the sea. “We also need to find the weapon.”
“Even if mister doom and gloom doesn’t show up we’ll be able to pull this one off.” Nox grinned and ran his hand through his incredible spiky, off white hair. “Besides, the fourth could very well be on our side.”
“Your far too optimistic.” Misxion was beginning to seem a bit antsy.
“Your far too pessimistic.” Nox shot back as he lay down on the ground looking up at the sky.
“You both need to put a little more faith in me.” The black haired man, Coixu appeared in front of the pair.
“See? Too pessimistic. How much ya hear? Just so I don’t need to repeat anything.” Nox added playfully.
“About from “mister doom and gloom”. Either way Nox is right.” Coixu added to their disgruntled companion.
“Whatever, let us just end this.” Misxion replied tersely.
“Alright.” Nox hopped to his feet with amazing grace for a man of his size. The others both stood around six feet in height. Nox however, stood at nearly seven. They each held up a pale hand and in some way let free a flow of blood from the palm. The each proceeded to draw circles around their feet. The blood didn’t stop where it had been left it worked about like small worms eventually forming three separate symbols. Each had a different amount of identical prongs originating from a certain shape and extending past the original circle. They shone brightly for a moment then dissipated into nothing.
“The connection has been made.” Nox whispered.
“Well, he’s alive. We need to get this thing started.” Coixu was the first to speak out loud.
“Yes, an adequate headquarters would be useful and the matter of the others hasn’t been settled yet has it?” Mesxion asked.
“I already have a base scoped out, it’s cool. As for the other thing, I got it covered.” Nox faded out of vision, he’d left to perform his task and Misxion was left with Coixu.
“Good, he’s already done most of the leg work.” Coixu looked out over the field. “He says it’s in a place called Twilight Town, it’s one of those worlds in between light and darkness. It should be an excellent spawn point for later missions.”
“Those border realms also attract more enemies.” Misxion replied coldly. “It will interfere I suggest we choose a more inconspicuous location.”
“Don’t worry the enemies were wiped out and the remnants nothing more than trivial nuisances.” He closed his eyes and sighed.
“That still means they’ll be interfering.” Misxion was getting more and more icy. “Your not in command of an army anymore, there’s only three of us and the others, we need a place where we can go undisturbed.”
“I believe Nox had it right, it seems to be steeped in powerful sorcery.” Coixu opened his eyes agin suddenly. “The peons won’t get through the front door.”
“Fine let’s be on our way.” Misxion conceded with a grumble. “Can’t let Nox do all the work, can we?”
“Your right.” Coixu agreed. “He works too hard for his own good.”



“This is the place a bit dark for my liking, but it’ll serve me well.” Nox appeared in a dark rainy city near a rundown old train station. He was wearing a long black raincoat with the hood up and an odd chain hanging around his neck. “Yup, spawn point two confirmed.” The dark city was lit by flickering street lamps and neon signs. There were no signs that life had ever entered the city, however, the place wreaked of death. From the general disrepair of each structure all the way down to the windows opaque with dust, everything was still except the falling rain. It would seem he was alone. Nox knelt to touch the ground.
“They’re here.” He whispered shortly. As he’d finished saying that from the shadows emerged tar black beasts with yellow eyes emitting an eerie yellow glow. Nox stood up and smiled, it’d been to long since he’d been able to destroy. In one swift motion the chain that had been wrapped around his neck was stretched in between his hands poised to kill.



Safe, the shadows had begun to recede and there was now nothing to worry about, he couldn’t be tracked under this new guise. The shadows had failed, and it would take awhile for them to pick up on his new presence.
“I don’t care what I turn into, I have to go back there.” He spoke to himself as he looked around the corner for enemies.



“I cannot sense him any longer.” Misxion opened his eyes and looked across the broken table to Coixu who had done the same.
“Neither can I.” Coixu replied shortly.
“He must be hiding from the enemy.” Misxion explained. “He must have changed again.”
“At this rate he won’t be human enough to go back to the beginning.” Coixu sighed.
“He only sees his goal, he can’t think of what his actions will do to alter the outcome.” Coixu gave a puzzled look. “What I mean to say is, he is only able to see the physical goal itself, he cannot comprehend how altering is soul will affect others connected to him. He is working on pure will power, I wouldn‘t be surprised if he fell apart before he reached the beginning.”
“I see, he’s been through so much. He started it all. Now he must feel the need to get some kind of closure.” Coixu replied pensively. “He’s not like us.”
“Quite right, he isn’t like anybody at this point.” Misxion closed his eyes again.
“Was that an attempt at humor?” They both laughed.
“No, it wasn’t. any humor was unintentional.” Misxion opened one eye to see his counterpart. “I gave up on humor after she died.”
“I had forgotten.” They both closed their eyes. “It’s amazing what eons living in darkness will do to the mind.”
“Not, really.” Coixu cocked his unseen head to the side. “It’s logical, is all I meant.”
“Logic is an amazing thing, I’m surprised one like yourself doesn’t think so.” Coixu shrugged.
“Whatever you say, it happened and it’s set the course for the rest of our lives.” Misxion said resigned to that fact.
“Hope that’s longer than it was last time.” Coixu said after a short silence.
“As do I.” Replied the gray with a smile.



“Now that that’s over with.” Nox slung his nine sectioned steel whip about his neck once more. “I can’t really do much more ‘bout them.” The rain had stopped and the clouds cleared revealing a beautiful night sky. The now empty streets were dead silent. Nox walked up the stairs into the train station and looked back over the wide street. “Home sweet home.” He chuckled “For now at least.”



The doors loomed before him. The man in black had no reason to remain here. It was on to the next world. So strange. The sky looks different everywhere and yet you’re really seeing the same things as anyone else. It’s like a reflection. Like back then. He opened the large doors and slowly faded out into the great starry ocean. There was a storm coming, but he had no intention of stopping it. He looked back on the small town once more before he was entirely gone, as would be all things in a small amount of time.


So that's part one of I dunno how many. Like the title? Me neither.



Chapter 2- I dunno Hell?

“Where is he?” Nox spoke in a dangerous whisper.
“Don’t worry, like you have said, he may or may not be on our side.” Coixu replied calmly.
“We need to at least make contact with him before he loses himself. It could mean victory or failure.” Misxion coolly intervened.
“That’s what I mean.” Nox answered.
“If he’s against us he’ll come to kill us. If he’s with us he’ll come to us for assistance. He’ll play into our hands if we only show our high cards.” Coixu smiled inwardly.
“Someone’s tapping the link, we should break and regroup later.” Misxion warned.
“That’s right.” Nox agreed. They each opened their eyes and looked upon entirely separate rooms. Nox had remained in the station, though he’d added many computer consoles and other equipment. Coixu remained at the Twilight town base and Misxion had relocated to a castle basement somewhere. They each had their own base and they each had there own mission.



“Here again.” The man in black entered the remains of what used to be the grand castle of Ansem the Wise. Xehanort’s castle in more recent years and in the past few years abandoned. Not much had changed from the old days, in the old study at least, from what he could tell it hadn‘t been changed at all. The key difference was the place looked like it had been recently used. The last time he’d passed those doors he had seen a fine layer of dust enshrouding everything. He walked towards the computer console when he heard a voice.
“What was that?” It called. He‘d been noticed, his steps echoed throughout the study. Nothing to do now but hide. He burst into a sprint down the hall, to the room of sleep. He hadn’t time to activate he locking mechanism so he began to phase through. Just as his head went under he saw a young man carrying a sword run in and catch a glimpse of him going through the floor. So young, it almost made him regret what he was doing. Almost. He couldn’t give up then, no matter what he had to do he had to make it in time. As he slowly descended the spiral staircase he began to hear voices. He sensed the telepathic link characteristic of Heartless. He began to move his mind into the current of flowing thoughts. After only catching the words “hell come kill us, or hell for assistance” it made no sense as it was but the link was severed and he had nothing to go on now. Those weren’t Heatless thoughts, they had structure and from what he could tell they had higher purpose as well. He proceeded down cautiously, expecting an attack at any moment. There was none and when he reached the room it was empty. No armor, no sleeper, and no presence. He simply looked around and decided to leave when suddenly a sword was held up to his throat. The cool steel gave him some comfort in spite of it‘s position.
“You are?” The wielder asked curtly.
“Call me Zennith.” He replied without moving.
“I thought you were someone else. What do you wish to do here?” The speaker dropped his long blade to his side and tapped Zennith to turn about. He was a young man with grey hair and dull gray eyes. He wore a white dress shirt and black pants. At his side was a thin blade, gleaming in the artificial lights. “Where are my manners? I am Misxion, the only one in my group with class.”
“Nice to meet you, Misxion.” Zennith cocked one head to the side at this man. He tried with all his might to remember him. Anyone who knew of this room must have been in his memories somewhere. Also, how’d he cloak his presence? How’d he take Zennith’s back without making a single vibration. There was something wrong with this. “I’m here to check on something, and you?”
“I’ve an important mission. In short I must prevent the collapse of life as we know it.” Misxion explained, for some reason he knew he could trust this intruder.
“I know life in a rather strange way.” Zennith replied smiling.
“I can say the same.” Misxion answered coolly.
“It would be nice to meet this group of yours.” Zennith had to see what they were doing, it could very well interfere with his plans.
“I believe they would feel the same.” Misxion had to see the true identity of Zennith. He had the same presence as the one who had begun to tap himself into the mental link. Only some can pull that off, and he had to know if this was the one they’d been looking for.

“I wonder who could tap a Heartless link like that. I mean to say, no one should’ve been able to sense it. Even if they did, shouldn’t it be just like any other link. No one in their right mind would tap a real Heartless link.” Nox pondered as he waited for a train to stop.
“They’d die if they did, there are things that no one should know. We learned that back then.” Coixu replied.
“Before we knew each other.” Nox smile to himself.
“Before we knew ourselves.” Coixu did the same.
“Before he came along.”
“Before the Heartless.”
“It was a long time ago wasn’t it?” Nox laughed.
“Not long enough.” His voice suddenly changed tone.
“No need to reminisce.” Nox was ready to stop that conversation if it was easier for his friend not to remember.
“Can’t help it. They were back then, I was back then. Mostly, she was back then.” Coixu continued on the verge of tears the entire time.
“I know. Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, right?” Nox did his best to comfort him.
“Maybe not.” Coixu sighed heavily.
“Don’t be so deep and meaningful.” Nox joked.
“You should talk mister dark brooding man of mystery.” Coixu shot back.
“Heh, I don’t brood. Nor am I mysterious. I don’t appreciate the element bashing, or would you rather m e call you light hearted, happy go lucky, clueless dummy of light and wonderfulness. The trains about to leave, I’d better get on. This is going to be something for sure.” Nox chuckled.
“I get your point. But, don’t forget our main goal, remember.” Coixu was serious again.
“This heart-” Nox began.
“Is where you truly live-” Coixu continued.
“Where my true being resides.” Nox finished.
“Good, I’ll contact you if anything comes up.” Coixu was satisfied with that.
“See ya later.” Nox said.
“I hope I will.” Coixu said.
“No worries, if I’m struck down I entrust Misxion with Providence and you with Purgatory.”
“Don’t write out a will. We’ll be with you every step of the way.” Coixu laughed hollowly.
“Farewell, old friend.” Nox left for the train.
“Goodbye.” the link had already been severed.



“What is it, Sora?” Kairi yelled when Sora fell over clutching at his chest. Soon he could speak again but something was definitely wrong.
“I felt something. There’s something wrong.” Sora answered pensively.
“What now?” Riku asked his friend.
“I need to go. I just feel it.” Sora sat up.
“Don’t even think of leaving us behind.” Kairi added.
“Okay, we’ll go together.” Sora answered somberly. Since, he’d fallen he had seemed different. No one knew what happened. He never told anyone, maybe that was the best thing he could think of doing at the time. Either way he knew that this time it wasn’t going to be the same. From now on nothing would be.



“Where am I?”
“You are in the ocean.”
“What ocean?”
“The ocean that we al see.”
“Help me.”
“You’re done, I see no need to do any such thing.”
“Please.”
“Pathetic, truly pathetic.”
“If you want me to end this sinking I shall.”
“Please, I don’t want to die.”
“Sorry, nothing I can do for you there.”
“No…”
“That’s very interesting, I’ve found myself quite a treasure.”
“Huhk, khm, please…”
“Die.”
“What’s this? What’s this I’ve become?”
“Nothing you didn’t ask for.”
“I am-”
“Zephner.”
“I thought-”
“Nothing. You thought nothing. Now, you know what to do.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
“Allen?”



“What a strange dream.” Zennith awoke in the wretched castle of Ansem. “I need to know, the prophecies…”
“Good day to you.” Misxion walked in. He had heard screaming, now it was over and his odd visitor was back to hiding. It was truly agitating to have secrets so close to you and having no means of prying them loose. “I heard noises, are you well?”
“As well as one can expect.” Zennith wasn’t ready to let go of that dream it had something to do with his goal and he couldn’t pass up a chance like this. Misxion was obviously putting on the act to seem like he can be trusted.
“That is good to hear.” Zennith was even more infuriating he seemed like he could be trusted on he outside, but he obviously wasn’t telling him everything he could. Today it wouldn’t matter, today they were to meet with Nox and Coixu. If anyone could help it would be those two.
“Thank you.” Zennith had lost the last wisps of the dream and resigned himself to searching the long way around. There was really no better way at this point.
“It’s time, Nox is probably already there.” Misxion thought to himself. He’d already arranged the meeting the night before. With some prodding everyone accepted his terms. This would certainly be useful, anyone who would do what Zennith could was either an asset or a liability. It would be best to get it cleared up right away which he was. He motioned for Zennith to follow him. He opened a corridor in the wall near Ansem’s old study and they both walked through. Soon they were walking through a similar corridor only it was in the basement of a mansion. They rounded a corner and found themselves in a laboratory of sorts. Nox leaned against a display and Coixu sat at a console. “Hello.”
“Good to see you too. As you can see, I’m only an image here. The real body is elsewhere and I would appreciate it if we could keep things quick.” Nox said as he demonstrated his inability to touch his environment and he was really leaning on some other wall somewhere else.
“Nice to meet you Zennith. Misxion’s told us what you’ve revealed about yourself.” Coixu said both pointedly and casually at the same time.
“Zen will be enough, Coixu was it? I’m here for answers, and I don’t really intend on giving you any.” Zen made to leave after he was answered with only silence.
“That’s too bad. I would have hoped you would join us too prevent the collapse of the universe.” Coixu called after his retreating figure.
“You’ve my attention.” Zen turned about once more.
“We’re trying to stop him.” Misxion pulled up a diagram on a large display. “He’s known as Zephner the Iron Screamer. Little is actually known about him, most of it is speculation. All that is known is he is a more of a threat to the time space continuum than even the time wars were.”
“Time wars?”
“Great War, in common speech. He was at one point a player in he time wars. However he was killed in that form and revived in this one. No one can truly say how. Many say he combined his soul and body with the heartless to gain a physical form. However it‘s just speculation.”
“It’s right. Nemo of the Phenom project perfected the combining of the Heartless and Nobody. The results were insanely powerful creatures. Those were the betas and prototypes though. The final stages were never reached due to interference from Xellan. His defection from the Order of Cahm or the Organization Unknown eventually brought it’s revolution and final destruction. Gorge the Divine Prophet made a script of events all history in the known dimension. It included past present and future. It remained incomplete at the time Gorge died and in al likelihood he’s your Iron Screamer. His goal cannot be determined from what I know.” Zen spouted all this information without even blinking and left the other three in a state of semi-shock.
“How’d you know all that?” Coixu asked curiously.
“I was a member before the Great War. I knew Xellan personally and I keep his story. That‘s what I am, a historian of obscure figures.” Zen explained.
“Interesting. I can see the organization creating such a creature to finish the script.” Misxion said.
“Exactly, they were in the middle of the resurrection when Xellan killed Nemo. As far as I know the project should have failed after the three backing superiors fell along with the top brass member of the science department. I guess my information was incomplete.” Zen continued.
“Well, since you already know that much I see no point in hiding any from you.” Misxion announced as he tossed Zen a file folder.
“What?” He looked inside and saw dedicated reports and diagrams detailing the resurrection project.
“As you can see we know what you know minus a few details and facts.” Coixu chuckled.
“This is very interesting. You worked on the resurrection? Or did you find these later.”
“I was given them during my stint as a member of the Order of Cahm.” Coixu said smiling slightly. “Codename: Styx. I remember X or Xellan as he’s officially known. He’s the one that convinced me that I was wrong, too bad it was too late by then. I staged the uprising of the superiors but I failed and the organization was destroyed before I could do anything.”
“I thought you seemed familiar.” Zen said shortly.
“You know me, but I don’t know where to place you.” Coixu rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“I’m just another nobody.” Zen replied simply.
“Don’t be so secretive. We know you’re not like anything else, you’re a whole different order of being. You were willing to see the thoughts of the collective Heartless, a normal being would go mad from such an experience.” Coixu reasoned out loud.
“You got me. I’m X, I chose this current alias for my final story.” Zen smiled, resigned.
“You know what you’re doing?” Misxion asked.
“Yes.” Zen answered.
“You realized you’re actions are interfering with our work?” Misxion asked flatly.
“At this point, yes.” Zen answered again.
“Will you cease your activities and assist us or would you prefer to be destroyed here?” Copixu was the one to speak this time.
“No, I have to go somewhere. I’ll help in any other possible way but I need to do one thing before my form is completely expunged from history. I mean to say once I’m gone here my past present and future is gone everywhere else. It’s the curse of my choice, so take comfort that I won‘t be here long.” Zen, explained.
“Too bad you feel that way. I guess it can’t be helped. We’ll let you go for now but Don’t mess with things you have no business messing with. There may be better ways of reaching your goal.” Coixu motioned for Misxion to move.
“Fine, if that’s all, I’ll be leaving now.” Zen turned and walked away for the final time.
“Farewell, I hope we meet again.” Coixu said.
“Hope is folly.” Zen called back as he faded into the shadows.
“Nice guy, eh?” Nox asked impassively. “I’m going to the primary target now, anything else?”
“No, please continue.” Misxion answered. Coixu just sat thinking as he always did when he had to make a decision.
“See ya. This prerecorded message is now terminating.” The hologram of Nox disappeared along with Misxion.


Any idiot can see the lack of editing. I need to edit and change but I'm impatient so there, nyeh. I also have a short attention span.