Reminiscence (It's a sequel)

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.

 

Update- so you better read it

Sorry, if anyone cares. I'm slow on updates and the next will be done in a week or so. Remember next week all of this goes up on fanfiction.net. My sig has every link of everything I've written just so you know. FYI for the next chapter it would be useful to read KH The Dark Realm:My Story On a side note I think no ones reading this. If you read this just post to prove that some people do in fact look at my stuff. Thanks, continue.

Chapter 3- The End of All Things, Great and Small

“Sora.” Riku walked up and joined his best friend on the guard wall of Radiant Garden. The clouds were dark and the small town was dead silent. It was like waiting for an oncoming army to arrive.
“I know, it looks pretty bad out there.” Sora smiled half heartedly. “This is worse…”
“Than that time.” Riku finished . “I know this time the worlds are falling apart and we have no idea why. No way to stop it no where to go.”
“This whole thing it doesn’t seem real.” Sora hung his head. “Nothing was like this before, even when I didn’t know so much. It never seemed to be so dark and uncertain.”
“Maybe we weren’t meant to fight this, maybe this is truly the end.” Riku reflected. “Either way, we can’t do anything if we don’t know what’s going on. I never felt so powerless, so weak.”
“Don’t talk like that, we’ll find a way to win.” Sora smiled with a new spirit. “We have to protect everyone, we’ll find this out and it’ll all work out if we try hard enough.”
“He’s always got the weight of the world on his shoulders, he can’t give up, he can’t show his feelings.” Riku thought to himself. “I can’t imagine the pressure he’s under to always act like that. It’d drive anyone over the edge. If only he’d let someone help him. He alwys acts like he‘s alone. But he‘s not I‘ll help him no matter what.”
“I know what.” They turned quickly to see a man in a dark trench coat with a raised hood. “I’ve come to see you… Sora.”
“Who’re you?” Sora quickly summoned his keyblade. “I don’t know you, so how do you know me?”
“We’ve met, I thought you’d be a bit kinder.” The man removed his hood. “Not that I blame you. We didn’t leave on the best of terms last time.” He chuckled a bit, his ashen eyes starting to glow like small embers of coal.
“I… think I remember.” Sora lowered his weapon and stood up to the man. He wasn’t much taller and he looked only a few years older now but he was certainly the same guy who they‘d fought in Kingdom Hearts. “Back then… You never told us your name.” Sora chuckled.
“Why are you here?” Riku broke in obviously still mistrustful, for good reason too with all that’d been going on. The mans past with them didn’t really help either. “Why do you want to help?”
“Call me Zen. I’ve come here to see you, one last time.” He pulled a small journal from his pocket and handed it to Sora. “These are the chronicles of my life, death and current state. I filled in the blanks with the Script before I had to destroy it. Please, keep it safe. I’m running short on time here, as you can probably tell, at one point I’ve died.”
“How are you here?” Sora asked. “Can we help you?”
“No worries.” He held up his hand as if to decline. “I’m only loosely tied to this realm to begin with, not much more than an image. After my heart broke and my body died I was a soul, just a soul. I was nothing, there was nothing, but I came back. I had something I needed-- wanted to do. That gave me strength enough. My soul is what you’re seeing, the mind, body and heart all from my one soul. I’m falling apart slowly because I‘m stretching myself too far. However, it’s better than twiddling my thumbs until judgment day, no? After this my existence will be erased, no one remembers, no one cares kina scenario. Past, present, future, gone. I had to do something and only you can.” He looked at them seriously. “I’m asking you to remember me and keep my history. That is all. It’s selfish I know but that’s all I could think to do as I waited and slept in nothingness.”
“Oh.” Riku said almost taken aback at the reason. It reminded him of how it felt when Xehanorts Heartless was taking over, he didn’t want to just disappear, he didn‘t want to be forgotten, he didn‘t want to be nothing. He however, had the choice to exist, the choice to fight back. Zen’s choices were made long ago and he all he could do was have someone else prove he existed. It was saddening. “There’s nothing we can do for you?”
“Nothing.” Zen smiled brightly. “I’m fine though. This is how it was meant to be. The shadows are following so I must be off.” He turned to walk away.
“Wait.” Sora called after him. “Do you know about what’s been happening you said you knew.”
“I know because I caused it.” Zen came back and pointed out over to he dark skies. “Those clouds mark his arrival. All you can do for now is run. This world is finished, I can take you all away if you want me to.”
“Who?” Riku asked suddenly interested.
“Go- Zephner, he’s come to take this world. I’m not sure exactly why but he needs to feed on worlds. Like I said leave now with me or face oblivion with him.” Zen held out his hand.
“How many can you take with you?” Riku asked before Sora had a chance to answer.
“As many as need be.” Zen answered shortly. “I’m cool like that.”
“Sora, we’re leaving and everyone else is coming with us.” Riku said smiling with new hope.
“Are you sure you can trust me?” Zen asked Riku softly.
“You’ve never given me reason not to.” Riku answered. “Anyways, I’m not one to hold grudges. I know what they can do to you.”
“Fair enough. I think I should warn you, each second weakens my link to this plane of existence and in a few minutes time I might not be able to pull this off. Work quickly, heroes.”
“Thanks.“ Sora said quietly. Sora and Riku took off in different directions to warn the town. Soon the entire town was gathered in the marketplace. They all were close and tightly grouped, no worries about any stragglers. Zennith reached out to those nearest to him and slowly the entire crowd faded away into nothing. A second later they found themselves on a beach overlooking a turbulent ocean.
“The Destiny Islands, a fitting end for me.” Zen thought to himself.
“You got us all here.” Sora cheered. “Thanks, I might just have to forgive you for last time”
“Thanks.” Riku said. “I knew you would do it.”
“No. I owed you a debt of gratitude. I’m not one to leave such things unfinished.”
“There’s a storm coming.” Sora observed.
“I guess I have no choice in this.” Zen sighed in resignation.
“What do you mean?” Sora asked.
“Think I have one more left in me?” Zen asked himself as he looked over the ocean as he began to fade away.
“You’re fading away!” Zen only kept on smiling.
“Good-bye, good luck.” He looked over at them one more time before he was gone.
“He’s out of the way now. Good, this makes things nice and simple.” They turned. The beach had suddenly emptied. The silence was eerie, only one other soul stood on that beach. “So you are the keyblade master of this timeframe. I thought you’d be taller. Guess the past doesn’t repeat itself. Whatever, I’m Nox. I’ve come to stop you Sora.”
“What?” Sora summoned his keyblade.
“You’re doing the wrong thing. You mess with the natural order of things to further your own wants. It’s really a bit sickening. You can’t see anything past your own nose. The world isn’t so small. There’s more than just this tiny sky. I haven‘t time for this useless chatter.” Nox pulled out two nine sectioned steel whips each with a flag on the end. He smirked a little then everything went dark.
“Riku!” Sora called out. What?
“You’re all alone now.” Nox appeared across the pool of darkness.
“Shut up!” Sora raised his blade. “The one who’s wrong is you. I help people, you want everyone to die.”
“Heh. You’ve brought this on yourself Sora!” Nox disappeared again. This time he reappeared right in front of Sora. He struck downwards and Sora blocked. However, the whip continued to wrap around the keyblade and hit Sora hard. He stumbled back from the force of the blow, Nox pushed the advantage and continued to strike wildly. Soras’ attempts to block failed just the same. He was being crushed. His wounds stung and bit into his flesh. He still tried to fight back even through the pain and flashing steel. Sora eventually fell to his knees and Nox looked down at him distastefully. “I never thought I’d see the day, when a keyblade hero would stray so far from the path. I think you should know before you die, why you are wrong and why only death can end this.” Nox lifted Sora by the scruff of his collar and dropped him on his feet. “Now we can speak.”
“Why? How come you want to kill me? I can’t understand, all those people I helped, all those Heartless I killed, all the worlds that are still here because of me!. All this fighting, was it all for nothing!?” Sora screamed his usual upbeat demeanor torn to shreds. “Tell me!”
“Alright, no need to be so hasty. I’m the one in a hurry. You stopped the Heartless, good work by the way. That wasn’t for nothing. I think that’s a good thing to know. However you proceeded to go to sleep for a year and destroy the majority of Nobodies in existence. That was stupid and wasteful, if you’d continued to do these things the universe would have been collapsed on itself. You can’t just leave well enough alone can you?”
“They were stealing Hearts.” Sora protested hotly.
“Well, if you’d bothered to look at the plan in depth you’d realize that they were only looking for their Hearts. Is that so wrong? To be human, to be free.” Nox asked calmly.
“There must have been another way.” Sora shook with the tempest of emotions tearing through him.
“That wasn’t what I was getting at. The Heartless are horrendous creatures worthy of nothing but destruction. Well, Nobodies are different they can think and understand. They have a right to exist, not only that, if given the chance they will seek out their Hearts and resume their true state. I’m off task. Where you really messed up was you entered the second kingdom hearts and destroyed it. What happens to the Hearts? They are released again and the Heartless multiply. That wasn’t right but y’know it wasn’t that bad either it wouldn‘t destroy the universe, but this would.” He emphasized ’this’. “The worst thing is you entered the Dark Realm and exited it. That was wrong things can’t just traipse across dimensions. Those gates are sealed for a reason, Kingdom Hearts is open and no one can close it now not without the key-- not that you idiot.” Nox pointed at the key blade as sora tried to lift it. “Your heart the one that allows others to migrate into it, the one that was chosen by the keyblade, the one that beats in your chest. The seal is broken and the ’lock’ is gone. Your heart will serve as the new lock and maybe we can stop the Storm. If not the Heartless will overrun the universe and tear it apart bit by smoldering, crying, desolate, stricken bit.”
“What are you saying?” Sora cried. That’s not true! The door to the light… It wasn’t wrong…”
“The Storm is after you. You are what is setting the things free. You open the doors and they’ll just waltz out of the realm of darkness like it is nothing. Your keyblade is truly not the best of weapons, but it is useful in many tasks. Such as locking and opening doors. Once you die it goes to the way it was; locked, along with all those it spawned.”
“Spawned?” Sora was confused, there was so much to take in. No lock on the ‘door’, he was the lock and the door had to be shut. The Heartless were still coming everyone was still in danger and it was his fault. All of it was just too much.
“Way to the Dawn, created by your interaction with the artificial key blade and Soul Eater, moreover the tainted wielder also had the keyblade earlier. Also, that other one… I forget it’s name but also you. There’s nothing to do about the Dark Realms Keyblade, it can‘t do anything here. But, with out that keyblade the door can at least be closed and Zephner can be killed.”
“I don’t understand, Zephner, the Storm, all of it, it makes no sense!” Sora rushed forwards.
“Stop!” Nox looked at the speaker. It was him, another him. “Sora, don’t listen to him. He’s a liar and he wants your heart to fuel the Storm. If you let him do that everything you‘ve done will have been for nothing.” The other Nox was exactly the same save for one thing, he had a different look in his eyes, both were empty and lifeless where the others would be vibrant and full of emotion. “I thought you’d be here, the face is new, but who could blame ya for wanting to steal such a pretty face.”
“Shut up, I had this, and you had to show up.” The first Nox retorted angrily.
“Show you’re real self I think he’d like that better.” The second Nox prodded.
“Whatever, he’s mine either way this goes, Keeper.” The first closed his eyes.
“Maybe not.” The second Nox stared hard at the first, until suddenly it burst into flames. From the smoke arose another man, his hair long and limp, fell over his glasses and face. His face was handsome and had a nice look about it, if anything he was the just one, not Nox. His deep indigo tuxedo and heavy sword slung about his waist, sitting behind him ready for action. They all seemed so characteristic of the right side.
“That’s better. Now where were we? Yes, Sora you’re going to come with me and Nox is going to watch as we destroy him and all of his hideous comrades.” The man pushed the hair out of his face only to have it resume it’s position a second later.
“No, that’s not right…” Nox began.
“They’re Nobodies aren’t they?” The man cut him off.
“Not even. I’m not like that anymore. Now I’m- how’d you say? - free as a bird? Whatever, I’m right and he’s wrong, Sora I can promise you that I won’t hurt you and you’ll live through this. I see no such offer from him.”
“And you called ME a liar! You dirty little sneak.” The man almost laughed.
“Don’t worry Shyusuke, this’ll only hurt for a second.” Nox turned to Shyusuke.
“Yeah, right!” They both drew their respective weapons and closed. The first clash made it obvious, Nox was a better fighter. He knew what he was doing, not just swinging like mad hoping to get in a hit. He clearly analyzed his opponent and worked off of his weaknesses. Soon Shyusuke was disarmed and down. “I guess I was wrong about you. Huh? Well, I’d love to stay and chat but this is where I exit, stage left.” He opened a portal out of the dark arena and fled.
“*******.” Nox walked over to Sora and dispelled the dome of swirling shadows encasing them. They were back on the beach and Riku stood right where he’d been left.
“You again.” Riku stepped forwards when he saw Sora in such bad shape. “What’d you do.”
“Moi? Nothing, it was that moron Shyusuke. I can understand the confusion though he was wearing my face after all. However as you can see I stand a good fifteen centimeters taller.” He joked, however the smile soon faded from his lips. “Alright you still don’t believe me, then believe him.”
Sora had been silent for some time trying to process everything, even for him none of it had any semblance of sense or continuity. “It’s true, he saved me from the other one, the one trying to kill me.” Riku backed off a little and he helped Sora stand after Nox turned towards the sea.
“So what do you want here. I thank you for what you’ve done but none of it makes sense.” Riku, asked in his usual direct way. “Well? Are you really the one we should trust? Answer me.”
“I’m sorry.” Nox hung his head. He looked so small and pathetic.
“Why?” Sora asked in an almost nervous tone.
“I lied.” Nox turned to look Sora directly in the face.
“Sora, what is he-” Riku never finished asking.
“Sora, I told you he was lying to you, he was. Partly, all that stuff about you messing up that was a lie. I’m with an organization known as the Keepers, we’re trying to save the universe. However, in your past exploits you’ve reopened the door to darkness. You see the Doors that you know are all the same. There’s only ever been one Door. The door to darkness… the door to light… the door to Kingdom Hearts. All of them one in the same. No one ever said a door had but two sides… Your heart, that’s what caused this I’m sorry Sora but I’m gonna have to take it.”
“What?! You can‘t, it‘s not right. There‘s gotta be a better way!” Sora stammered as he and Riku slowly backed away in disbelief.
“I truly am sorry. I mean, it’s the worlds everywhere in this dimension versus one kid. So many lives so many connections lost just ’cause one kid wants to go out with the rest of them. I can’t make any other decision. This is the path I walk, now let me walk it.” He had his whips wrapped around his forearms. He suddenly thrust his palm right past Riku through Sora’s chest, on the other side he held a small glowing object. It was beating. “Sorry.” He pulled his arm back and Sora’s body fell lifeless to the sands. The dark chain quickly slithered about the Heart forming a cage.
“What did you do?! You *******, I’ll kill you!” Riku bellowed as he summoned his key blade. However, there was something off. It wasn’t Way to the Dawn it was Soul Eater. “What?”
“All the related keyblades have gone back with the heart.”
“Why?! How did you do that?! Sora was a good man and you killed him!” Riku wailed in fury tears streaming down his face. “Well?!”
“You think I liked that?” Nox asked softly.
“Huh?” Riku stopped for a moment.
“You think I wanted this?” One could easily hear the hurt in his voice by now.
“You think I killed him for fun? You think I don‘t regret every second of that? You think I wish this on anyone? You want me to say I‘m the bad guy you’re the good guys now let‘s fight? Sorry the world doesn‘t work that way. There is no justice, there is no law, only right and wrong. And those who balance the scales decide so.” Nox spoke somberly and softly.
“Shut up! SHUT UP! I don’t wanna here excuses! Bring him back! Bring him back, you *******!” Riku’s anger returning.
“You know I can’t do that you heard why. Just accept it and wait it out. That’s all you can do.” “I’m really truly sorry. If I could do this any other way. No, no ifs, no ors, just are and is.” Nox started to walk away slowly becoming more and more translucent.
“Don’t give me that! What do want?! How’s anyone gonna live without him?! How’s she gonna live without him?!” Riku screamed his composure gone and only wild fury and vengeance remained.
“They’ll manage.” “This pains me enough as it is, just let me be and let this be ended.” “Good bye and good luck I’ve still one more task I need to complete don‘t follow me to the end of the world. Don’t think Sora’s ever coming back. Roxas is gone too, they shared this heart and both left with it. Riku? You hear me?” Nox faded away as Zen had.
“Dammit…” Riku sobbed. “ I let him go.” He tightened his grip on Soul eater to the point where his hand began to bleed. Kairi, I’ll get him back. I’ve let everyone down enough. This time I’m gonna make the difference, this time I’ll be the hero. Sora, I’m comin’ for you buddy.”



“Ha, Misxion. That can’t be all you have.” The cold cruel voice sounded across the great dim torch lit armory.
“It by no means is.” Misxion stood with one hand gripping his blade the other gripping the sheath. “So, you’re Top Brass 5, Arelena Krenik. I thought you would be a beauty not a hag, from the stories of course.” She in fact was a great beauty. Anyone could plainly see it. However she had a sour look on her face and a somewhat low and dirty aura about her. Something about her pale blonde hair, her piercing ice blue eyes, her perfect for lack of a better word face. Something about all of her seemed to simply wreak horribly.
“Well, I thought you’d be on my side but everyone has their disappointments.” She shrugged it off as if it were nothing.
“You thought I would join your cult? You must be joking or sorely mistaken. I have never done anything to betray the Superiors and the interests of the Organization. It is you and your cohorts that failed to fulfill your prescribed duty.” Misxion brushed his hair away from his face and smiled somewhat.
“It’s no cult. It’s the future.” Arelena gripped her katana all the tighter at this. Despite her cool attitude she was clearly angry.
“Your future is right here.” Misxion stepped aside to reveal a casket with the Chinese numeral five inscribed on it’s lid. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Allow me to pass through this checkpoint. Your numbers are few and you’ve naught to gain from such rash actions. You are no apostle, merely a deluded fool and an insane zealot.” Misxion’s small grin grew into a twisted smirk.
“You can talk all you want. The result will be the same.” Arelena focused herself, the venomous aura was almost overpowering.
“I know, but I think this is just too fun.” Misxions usual proper and cool façade had faded away over the fight.
“You’ll learn to hold your tongue in a superiors presence if I have to cut it out and nail it to your hand.” Her eyes narrowed in dim fury.
“That would be lovely, but do you really believe you can?” Misxion raised one eyebrow just daring her to move.
“Enough small talk.” She whipped her blade up and aimed it directly at his head.
“I quite agree.” He tossed the sheath away and extended his left arm with his blade leveled. She was the first to strike, her movements were quick and precise. Misxion took a cut to the right cheek and stepped back. He smiled again and advanced like lightning. As the aggressor he had the advantage that was his bane in defense. His sword was light and whip-like. It gave him speed at the expense of some durability and thus power. The katanas strikes would have easily sent his blade to pieces if he’d attempted a block. However, the low weight gave him almost inhuman speed and precision. Arelena soon realized his advantage and fell back escaping all but four deep red gashes snaking across her arms.
“I guess you aren’t my type after all. However, no one gets out of Eden.” She waved her free hand and all of the surrounding armour and weaponry flew up in a tempest of steel and cutting wind.
“I remember.” Misxion thought back to his long days of practice with Nox.



-Flashback-

“Now Misxion, you’re the best swordsman. Period. No sword skill matches yours, or even becomes faintly close. However, that doesn’t mean that another sword can’t beat you. Your style itself has flaws against the heavier strikes of basically all other styles. You compensate for that well. Today I’m going to show you another kind of weapon. A loose weapon like my steel whip has a greater range of motion. However, like all weapons, it has a prescribed motion and no more. You can fight these weapons better if you understand how they strike you. The key is the motion axis’. I hold it in one hand and the axis is the handle. You block and you have two to handle the hilt is still a weapon and the other end is still in my control. Now if you can read where and when the axis is you can read the movements. So as long as you see the origin, the moves themselves can be followed. This also applies to floaters or projectiles controlled by force of will. They can have a base axis anywhere and their range is greater. However if they move in synch with each other then you can win.”
“How so?”
“It’s like I said reading motion is everything. Once you target the axis that controls everything and the base axis from where they originate.”
“Difference is?”
“There are usually preset motions and they go about unintentionally created axis’ this is because of the way the brain is set up. You start your focus at one point, the base, then to alter motion further you must create another axis the way I do when I let the whip et blocked or somehow stopped at only one point. They serve as tells for range of motion and that is all you need to be victorious with your skill.”
“I only have to see and act on it. If it can be predicted, then it is defeat able.”
“Yeah, you got. Remember this on your missions.”

-End Flashback-



“That’s right this is just like he said it would be.” Misxion looked at his surroundings quickly. “This is no finisher. It’s a distraction. Then the base axis is me. The second is-” He ducked a piece of flying shrapnel. “There.” He closed his eyes and began to swing his exquisite blade. Every motion cut down another hazard, this time it really was inhuman speed. Soon enough he opened his eyes and a stunned Arelena was right in front of him. “Ha, Arelena. That can’t be all you have. Those dummies lost there programming the second they were damaged. Pathetic really.”
“Not my problem anymore. You’re in over your head this time.”
“Aren’t I always?”
“You’ll be brought to heel soon enough.” She whipped her sword ito the air. Misxion watched as it floated and slowly began to multiply. The dim room soon was entirely walled with cold steel blades. “How’s that?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. You’re going to attack all at once or slowly to prolong this duel?”
“Neither that’s just to make sure you don’t escape. Here it is.” The lights went down and the only sound was their breathing. “This is it.” The sword began to glow and spin round and round. The combination of light and darkness made it hard to see clearly. Also, Arelena had disappeared. Finally she appeared again. A smirk on her face, a look of triumph and superiority. Misxion stood perfectly stiil.
“That’s the trick. You use the blades as a wall and a backup weapon. The real attack is when you blast me with a fully charged blast of my own power and yours. The blades draw power from me and that makes them glow and spin. It’s an inescapable attack, however if you die prior to it’s completion, I win.”
“True, but can you do it within the time? Can you win with your strength draining and your senses impaired?”
“Not as I am now.”
“Then why are you still wearing that ridiculous smirk?”
“You see my dear. I’m right handed.” He tossed the blade into the air and caught it. The smirk never left his face and his eyes never left his opponent. “Now, this is for real.”
“You insolent brat.” a sword flew into her hand as they closed. This time Misxion didn’t even have to clash with her. He disappeared and reappeared no more than two steps away. She dropped her sword and grasped her bleeding hand.
“I’ll give you this you’re excellent at staying alive. A normal person would have died that time. But,” He stepped so fast she didn’t even see it. “You suck at winning.” She dropped. “I’m too kind.” He’d struck with the pommel of the sword. “But I can’t have you waking up and following me so- shnk.” The swords disappeared and Misxion sped out of the armory leaving his opponent there with a stream of blood pooling beneath each hand.



“Damn, I’m making as much progress as that guy and yet I’ve gotten no where closer to stopping him.” Coixu Had just sealed another world. He’d been sealing worlds everywhere. Zephner still reached just as many as he’d saved. “At least no one’s come to kill me yet. That could be a real pain in the ***.” Coixu indeed had changed from his days as Styx. He no longer slicked back his spiky jet black hair and he didn‘t seem at all greasy and slimy. He in fact he gave off this aura of eminence and otherworldly power. He seemed taller and broader and in general a nicer thing to look at. He wore a plain forest green gi and hakama set. They were both tied off after the joint in the arm or leg. He wore forearm guards and shin guards on the latter. His most impressive article was no doubt the soft brown sleeveless robe he always wore. It reached nearly to his knees and had a perfectly round hole in the back and front if one ever bothered to tie it off with a belt witch he never did. Coixu was certainly the number one in the group even though no one ever admitted it.
“Better be off. Three more.” He appeared in the second district of Traverse Town. “Another world in between. I shoulda come here earlier. But, what’s done is done.” He walked up to the mural of butterflies behind the central fountain. He placed one hand on it. “Sealing Spell Seven- Eternal Chasm.” A flash of light filled the area and there was a clicking sound. Like a lock. Suddenly, a huge figure appeared fro the fountain and thee was an explosion. Coixu fell backwards and slid all the way across the district. “I shouldn’ta let them know I was here. But, what’s done is done.”
“Ha! And I thought you were the best martial artist out of all three.”
“I am. I’m glad someone else recognizes my greatness.” Lifted his head and smiled broadly, a trickle of blood from his mouth.
“Hardly. I’m here to prove to everyone I’m the best.” The man was rather large. Not thick though. He was like a taller broader version of Coixu. In fact he closely resembled Nox in build and height.
“Too bad for you. I never lose.” Coixu got up and stretched his hands out. He began hopping back and forth like a boxer.
“Your theatrics are amusing but hardly useful.” He cracked his knuckles and assumed a low rigid stance.
“Aw. You’re to stiff. Gotta be laid back and loosy goosy. Else wise, you’ll be dead.” Coixu extended one hand and called over the mysterious opponent. He closed the distance and the fight began.
“I’m-”
“Blake the Terror. I know you. Your number… Seven.” Coixu rubbed his head before he finished. “Right? Forty two division leaders, thirteen superiors, seven top brass, and three senior partners. You guys rule the organization in the name if the three. Well, two now but who’s counting?”
“You’ll pay for that.” He raised his fist to strike but before he’d even started he lay on the ground looking up at Coixu who was still smiling.
“Aw. You really are nothing to worry about. Here I thought, you’d be tough. Well, I guess we can’t do much about that.”
“Not over yet. Little man.”
“Huh?” Blake leapt up and began a murderous charge. “Too slow.” Coixu matched ever movement with his own. They reached a stalemate. “I’ve grown weary of your little games. This ends now.” Coixu circled about and nailed Blake in the side of the head. It wasn’t ended there. He continued to alter his position every moment to stay both out of his opponents reach but within his. “Hey, you can stop whenever you want. Or, I could crush your sorry ***.”
“Dammit, if only I could hit him!” Blake continued to flail wildly in an attempt to stop the rain of blows.
“Hit me.” Coixu stopped and spread his arms out. “Come on hit me. You can hurt me. I won’t care.” Blake used all his might to punch Coixu directly in the forehead. “You seriously believed me?” Coixu ducked and kicked him high into the air. “Seriously the look on your face.” Coixu leapt above his target before he’d reached the peak of his trajectory and slammed him back into the ground. “Now tell me. How does that make you feel? Once a terror now a loser.” Coixu lifted his beaten opponent and tossed him up into the air. He kicked him through a wall into the first district. “Well? I know you can hear me. Are you trying to still win?” Blake weakly raised his hand only to have it crushed by Coixu’s foot. “Really? In that case, I’ll kill you right now.” The last sight Blake saw was a foot above his face.



“The final task. The door to all things. Closure.” Nox stood in the place where many heroes had died before him. “Kingdom Hearts. Sora, you‘ll never know how grateful I am, and how indebted we all are to you.” Nox walked towards the door slowly. From the deep chasm a warrior leapt.
“Who dares disturb my slumber.” He spoke from under an assassins hood.
“Nox Noctis, now cease and desist. This is none of your business Luc.” The man removed the hood to reveal a head of blonde hair set to spiking backwards.
“Of course it is. No way are you gonna stop the horde. That’s my home they’re finally leaving.” He pointed at Nox accusingly.
“Not my problem. Your kind can survive them. These on this kind can’t.” Nox reasoned.
“I don’t care.” He shook with the rage and sadness reflected in his eyes. “I’m going to save my kind yours in inconsequential.”
“You once guarded the door. Why have you changed so?” Nox asked, though he knew the answer no one couldn't.
“You can only accept so much pain and suffering. When you no longer accept it you try to stop it.” Luc bowed his head slightly.
“I never liked you. I no longer accept you then.” Nox answered definitively.
“Seems that way.” Luc drew two deer antler blades. “I’ve suffered hell. And you want me to continue the ‘good fight’ just ’cause you can’t fight it on your own? No way in the worlds am I gonna help you hurt my people.”
“I understand you. I’ll respect your rights but I can’t let my worlds and beliefs bow to anything. The only way to see who is right is to follow one course of action and observe the results. That one will be mine!” The smoke blackened steel whip appeared in Nox’s hands. It bore a deep purple flag at the tip emblazoned with a pale almost white inverted cross. “Can’t change your mind can I?”
“Not in a million years.”
“You seemed to be a good man, I hate to kill you.”
“You are a good fellow. I hate to kill you as well.”
“Too bad for us.” Nox charged forwards brandishing his whip. The second was concealed in his sleeve but he couldn’t risk losing the heart by feeing up the whip so he’d have to fight with one weapon.




“The belly of the beast and the heart of the machine.” Zennith materialized inside what seemed to be a huge industrial factory. It was truly, as he said inside Zephner The Iron Screamer.
“And your grave.” a figure stepped into the enclosure through one of four halls.
“Well, if it isn’t old kiss up thaat couldn’t. Fafnir the idiot.” Zennith laughed jokingly.
“Well, you’re just as pretentious and self assured as ever.” Fafnir maintained his calm.
“What can I say, it’s still pretentious even if you really are better than everyone else.” Zennith just continued to fool around even under the harsh stare of fafnir. The anger seemed to build behind his eyes.
“That’s the rub in’t it. Are you really so much better than me?” Fafnir retaliated.
“Who knows how much? I’d say two three times but that’s just me.” zennith laughed again. That annoying happy laugh that Fafnir hadn’t used for years. Now it sounded like a thousand taunting piers a hundred disaproving elders. It was sick making.
“Not funny.” fafnir replied slowly.
“I’m serious.” Zennith finally stopped laughing.
“Don’t patronize me. I’m not stupid and I’m not gonna take any more of your bull-” Fafnir finally exploded.
“Come now. Can’t you just chill? I mean it’s not like you’re the one who’s gonna die in like five minutes.” Zennith continued to joke even though the smile had left his face.
“Five minutes… It’ll have to be enough.” Fafnir muttered. “Sorry to cut our conversation short but it’s time for me to stop you.”
“You’re on his side then?” Zennith asked almost friendly.
“Yes.” Fafnir shot back coldly.
“Okay. Do your best. Try not to hurt yourself.” Zennith just stood thee with his eyes wandering.
“Die you stupid little prick.” An enormous arm suddenly materialized around Fafnirs left arm and threw it’s gargantuan for at Zenith. He was thrown against a wall and held there by the powerful hand. The arm seemed to be made of a metallic substance and it was comprised of many armor like plates with a hollow center and nothing holding them together. “I went through hell and beyond to beat you. If it meant changing who I was what I was I’d win. Now I have. I‘ve even given up my heart and soul for this. The spirit gauntlet.” He raised his large arm. “My soul in material form all my being is in this. All I am, is better than you.” Another hand appeared. This one was deep purple and looked like a hideous bony claw. “The claw of the heart. My black heart manifested outside me. In either hand I hold my heart and soul.” He spoke with such condescension. He certainly was pleased with himself. “You hold nothing, a monster like you only destroys and throws away the most important things.”
“Why?” Zennith choked out from beneath the huge palms grip.
“What do you mean?” Fafnir was throw for a second.
“Was it that I killed the love of your life?” Zennith asked softly.
“…”
“No, it was that she loved him so much more than you?” Zennith spoke in the same soft kind voice.
“…”
“That’s not enough though. Was it also that you were surpassed and fell into anonymity?” Zennith showed genuine curiosity in his words. It was almost too much.
“…”
“Was it that you could never could live up to him?” That was it. No more could be endured.
“Shut up! Shut the hell up! What would you know?! Huh!? I’m the one with the power you have nothing! I’m superior! I’m better than you!” The claw swelled like a wildfire in kindling.
“You’d like to think that.” Zennith coughed at the tightened grip.
“Death is too good for you.” Fafnir Began slamming both hands against the wall violently. “I’ll have to make these last minutes count.” Zennith finally dropped to the floor in a bloody mess.
“I’ll give you that death you want so much.” He spit out some blood and smiled again. “I hope you don’t care if it’s you who dies though.”
“Raaaaaagh!” Fafnir howled. “You’ll pay for your insolence.”
“You’ll pay for your ignorance.” Zennith began to laugh but he ended up hacking and coughing.
“You’re over.” Both colossal hands clasped and were brought down like a tremendous sledgehammer.
“Not yet.” Both hands suddenly lost their integrity and detonated. The explosion forced both back. “I told you before I‘m better than you.”
“No! What is this!” He was slowly becoming more and more translucent. And strands of black began to creep up his arms and legs dragging him down.
“You went too far. Your soul was rotten and weak. Your heart is full of rage and power.”
“Was?” Fafnir tried I vain to free himself as Zennith stood and stare out into space.
“You’re dying. Your heart was overtaken by those emotions. Your soul lost purpose and sense of self. Because you tried so hard to become powerful you lost the one thing that could make you that way. Without a strong enough soul to balance it your heart collapsed and now you have neither.”
“Help me.” Fafnir pleaded.
“I can’t.” Zennith stayed rooted to the spot.
“Please.” Fafnir was almost gone and almost entirely shrouded in darkness.
“Say hi to Alice for me. I have a feeling she’d like it more coming from you.” Zennith turned around and walked away slowly.
“I don’t want to go yet.” Fafnir said weakly.
“Neither do I.” Zennith answered. No one was there to hear him though.



Finally updated. I kinda ended it early, because I wanted to have all the story lines coincide. Well, This is pretty much unedited. I hope it's all right. Now CnC means what? Oh well, just say it if you like it hate it or couldn't finish it. I just wanna know what you guys think.

 

Chapter Four- I'm Afraid Of It

Sorry but to get this chapter you have to read all of KHTDR:MS. Just how it ended up. Also, Are is not the word 'are' but short for Arelena and it's pronounced "Are-ay". I wonder how many people actually read this. Oh well enjoy yourselves. The Chapter titles do have significance, it's just hard to tell for some of them.





Chapter Four- I'm Afraid Of It


“Sora…” Riku thought to himself.
“Riku. Don’t do anything rash.” Cloud read his mind.
“Rash?! What do you want me to do sit here and wait for someone else to do something?! No thanks Cloud, I’m going and you can-”Riku exploded. He stood on the islet facing both Cloud and Squall his fisted clenched in rage at their inaction. Everyone should be looking for Sora and they just wanted to sit around an keep it quiet.
“He’s right. Don’t act now. We have to concentrate our best on that.” Squall lifted his hand and pointed to the massive metallic reptile soaring through the air in the distance.
“I don’t care about that.” Riku disregarded Squall’s statement as if it was nothing. “We have to find Sora. He’s more important to helping us than trying to fight that thing alone. I don’t even have a key blade anymore and Mickey’s nowhere to be found!”
“You can’t go after the past. I know that best. Things happen, there’s no point in trying to change them.” Cloud spoke slowly and evenly. “Mickey is after another objective. It’s best to follow his instructions he left us.”
“Things have changed. I’m sure the king would want us to go after him?” Riku shouted at deaf ears. “He’s saved all of us in one way or another. Have you ever thought of helping him out? No. He lifts the weight of the world every time anything happens and you want to wait ‘til it‘s too late? Every second we waste here could be another where Sora is lost forever.” Riku protested hotly.
“He’s dead. We can’t do anything for him now.” Cloud replied shortly. “You’re grasping at straws that don’t exist.”
“No! You can’t, I will.” Riku turned to leave. “I’ll go on my own!”
“Riku, this is how you got lost two years ago. Do you really want that for them? Even if you save him, I doubt you’ll make it out this time.” Cloud looked into the young mans eyes.
“No one would miss me.” Riku concluded.
“Wai--” Squall began to call after him.
“Let him be. He’d be useless in this condition. Just let him go and follow his heart. That‘s his choice. He‘ll have to live with it.” Cloud explained. “Or die with it.”
“Fine. But, we leave by nightfall.” Squall conceded.
“I know. This time we’ve got more than we can handle.” Cloud almost grinned at this.
“No worries. I’ve got help.” Squall lifted his hand and began to stroke his scar.
“Really?” Cloud asked, intrigued.
“It’ll work out. If not it’s not like we’ll be around to deal with it.” Squall chuckled.
“Something tells me that this is one job we’ll finish.” Cloud said, almost to himself.
“Well then, let’s go to work.” Squall walked off leaving Cloud alone on the islet.



“Dammit!” Nox cursed under his breath. “I don’t have time for this.”
“What? Finished already?” Luc taunted. His blonde hair stained crimson with blood. “Well?”
“No where near.” Nox replied. Due to the distorting effects of the ‘door‘ the seconds quickly turned to minutes the minutes to hours and the hours to days. The battle had raged on for two straight days without pause. They each had their respective wounds but Luc was worse off. With two deep arm wounds, he couldn’t last long despite his confidence.
“I win.” Luc charged forwards. They clashed briefly, the sounds of their steel seemed to fade the instant they were heard. The great void almost seemed to pull it away. Luc went straight into a furious combination of blade strikes and other various attacks. Nox still stayed just one step ahead of him, evading and parrying. They clashed again, this time Nox had wrapped the chain around his forearm.
“You lose.” He pushed back the deer antler blades with all his might. Luc paused in pain for a second. Nox took advantage of Luc’s pause and let loose a hurricane of powerful strikes. Each both stabbed and tore at his flesh. He dropped a look of shock painted his face.
“Hu- Sorry.” Before he could finish his last was breathed.
“Sorry man, this is the good fight. Too bad we couldn‘t fight it together.” Nox stood up straight and fished his other weapon out of his pocket. “Right where I left you.” The small glow remained still. “Alright, time to end this.” Nox walked up to the doors and pushed them open. He was greeted by a cold rank breeze and a soundless voice.
Welcome to Hell
“Glad to be here.”



“You.” Coixu tensed at her presence.
“I’m not gonna stand in your way.” The young woman stepped aside. “Well not figuratively either.”
“Thanks.” Coixu still made no movements. Though he did stand more casually.
“I do however need to relay a message.” She added.
“Hm?” He said more relaxed but still somewhat suspicious.
“The third senior partner’s been selected. After all this time.” She said nostalgically.
“Hm? What’s that-- No…” Coixu’s eyes widened and his face went pale.
“’Fraid so. He’s joined them.” She said casually. “Not like I like it either.”
“Never thought I’d see the day.” He said half to himself.
“I was just as surprised.” She assured him.
“So you’re on the top brass?” Coixu asked slowly.
“Yes.” She answered simply.
“Why help me then?” His suspicion surfacing.
“Call it fate.” She said with a slight smile. “I don’t believe in it anyways.”
“You’ve more to gain if we win?” He continued.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” She continued ambiguously.
“Payback is it?” He asked confidently.
“Am I that transparent?” She asked honestly.
“Perhaps. But, I know you very well. Sophia.” Coixu grinned at his old coworker.
“Aurelia to you.” She corrected him.
“Come on Sophie. I’m not that bad am I?” He asked friendly at this point.
“I dunno, are you?” She asked jokingly.
“Well.” Coixu said said indignantly.
“Just foolin’ with ya. You’re alright now. We owe him.” She smiled a bit wider and he followed suit.
“Why I’m here.” He replied.
“Why I’m here.” She responded.
“I get it.” He sighed his smile growing.
“Don’t tell anyone.” She seemed almost to plead this, in spite of herself.
“I wouldn’t do that.” He assured her.
“I’m off.” She began to walk away.
“For?” Coixu asked after her.
“Payback.” Her grin from ear to ear by now.


“I hope Nox and Coixu are having this much trouble.” Misxion complained to himself as he stepped into a grand throne room. At the top of the throne sat none other than senior partner number three: Seagle.
“You know I have no choice here.” Seagle said solemnly as he lifted himself. He wore armor emblazoned with flying dragons but it had long since lost it‘s luster it‘s beauty. Now it caked with blood red rust and bore the scars of many battles. He hefted a huge stone sword to his shoulder and sighed. His face wasn’t the kind young face it once was. He’d aged at least ten years and his hair was now long and dirty. He looked terrible.
“You always have a choice.” Misxion retorted coldly.
“I’m sorry you feel that way. But, I had my choice this wasn‘t it. Nothing can stop this. Might as well go with the flow.” He shrugged slightly at this.
“You always tried to get out of work by ‘going with the flow’. This isn’t how it’s going to work this time.” Misxion said sharply.
“Isn’t it?” Seagle looked mildly amused at this. “Just like od times it almost seems worth coming back.”
“This time when you die, please stay that way.” Misxion drew his blade.
“Hmph. Fine. I’ll fight you if you really want to. But, be warned I won’t be allowed to hold back.” He swung the immense slab of stone out in front of him quicker than lightning. “Nor will I be able to show mercy. They’ve made sure of that.”
“Fair enough.” Misxion flipped his blade into the air. “Then I will not be able to show mercy either.”
“Too bad I couldn’t stop this before like I planned.” Seagle sighed regretfully. “I guess I wasn’t as smart as I thought.”
“Well, I’m ending it now. Do you object?” He caught it in his right hand and held it bared.
“No. Not at all.” Seagle refocused his gaze and gripped his blade tighter. They both rushed forwards and clashed together. Seagle smiled when he saw the thin whip of a blade holding his own monstrosity at bay. They continued to duel for several minutes. Neither could get an advantage. Seagle’s armor was simply too thick for Misxion to penetrate and he didn’t have the sheer strength necessary to continue matching blades with Seagle. The parted and both stopped to analyze their opponent.
“You know this blade was made by the greatest smith in history?” Misxion said suddenly holding his blade up to the light.
“Yes.” Seagle replied. “I know that blade anywhere. The only known blade of it’s kind that could stand up to Stone Soul.”
“It’s called Epitome, because it was his finest work.” Misxion continued to admire his blade. “However, he had one other sword that rivaled this in craftsmanship.”
“Truly?” Seagle said, intrigued. “I knew of no other forge that could be so great.”
“It is called Culmination. His final sword. It included everything he’d ever accomplished. He combined it all to make the perfect sword.” Misxion continued.
“Why does Epitome surpass it then?” Seagle asked his interest piqued. “If it truly included all of his technique and experience then it should be his greatest art.”
“That is due to the fact that the artist died before the final holy forge was completed. Only the shadow forge exist today.” Misxion said regretfully.
“Why are you telling me this?” Seagle finally asked. “I don’t need history where I’ll be.”
“So that you know, I have the two greatest blades in history.” Misxion pulled another sheathe from the air and drew the blade it housed. “They are not so flimsy as to break at your own.”
“I’ll call you on that.” They both brandished their blades and prepared to attack.
“Please do.” Misxion and Seagle closed with these words in mind. The clashes became more furious. Misxion abandoned trying to match Seagle’s strength, instead he retreated and advanced according to how Seagle attacked and defended. Seagle kept on swinging his blade about in wild almost frenzied strikes. He couldn‘t lay a blade on his opponent. Neither could outmatch the other. Their skills were perfect to negate each other. Seagle’s strength and armor against Misxion’s speed and skill. When they came to a realization of this impasse they once again parted to reevaluate themselves.
“You know, my power is neither light nor dark.” Misxion began, much in the same as with his blades. “It is instead a combined form of both. They negate each other and come to nothing. Some would like to call this ‘twilight’. However, I call that a lie. What is twilight but light through darkness and darkness shrouding light? They are still separate, still different. Still both at odds and coexisting. It is only when you reach interface and total neutrality. That you yourself are as such. Nothing.”
“Where are you going with this?” Seagle said cocking his head to one side. “If you haven’t light or darkness how can you have both?”
“Power is dependant on difference.” Misxion replied. “I have both it is difference that remains ut of reach.”
“True enough.” Seagle admitted as he straightened himself up.
“This is why I fight the way I do. I can’t create a difference with light or darkness. They are both my power but I can alter neither.” Misxion explained.
“You have nothing?” Seagle inquired. “Or do you have everything?”
“However, this indifferent power of mine is still existent.” Misxion continued without regarding Seagle.
“How so?” Seagle raised a weary eyebrow.
“First, it can negate difference caused by a light or dark wielder. Second, it can neutralize potential difference before it‘s created. Finally, it can create areas of neutral difference. Anywhere, in anything, in anyone.” Misxion closed his eyes. “Let us see what you really are.” Misxion opened his eyes there was a small pulse not enough to see, not enough to feel, but it was there. Seagle smiled thankfully. The same smile from back then.
“Thanks. I never wanted to live like this.” Seagle began to become more and more pale. Eventually he began to dissolve as if he was made of tiny grains of sand. “This is my last stop.”
“No one would.” Misxion replied.
“Hu- Have faith in him.” He gasped with his final breath. A supernatural wind began to carry away all of his features all of what made him. Lost to the wind.
“What do you--?” When Misxion opened his mouth to speak and tasted the wind. He stopped, thinking. “It’s salty.”



“Darkness eternal.” Nox spoke to himself at barely more than a whisper. “That’s what I have to stop, here and now. Not much further now.”
“Finished already?” Luc’s voice still echoed through his mind.
“What?! You can‘t, it‘s not right.“ As did Sora’s.
“This isn’t having a good effect on me.” Nox scowled and trudged on. As he reached the crest of the a hill he felt the cold rotten wind pass his lungs. “Like the sea.”
“I win.”
“Why?”
“Two hundred paces.” Nox muttered to himself.
“You are a good fellow.”
“There‘s gotta be a better way!”
“Hu- sorry.”
“I‘m sorry too.” Nox sighed trying to shake them from his mind.
“Talking to yourself?” Nox turned to face the speaker. No one was there.
“Who are you?” Nox asked in spite of this.
“I’m you, or rather the old you.” The voice replied.
“Heartless.” Nox said distastefully as he recognized the speaker.
“Oh you recognize me? I’m honestly flattered.” Nox turned again. This time he saw the speaker. It looked nothing like him. A Heartless with it’s head covered in growths of dark tendrils stood before him. It had a hole in it’s chest and it stood even taller than him by nearly a foot. It’s entire black form was draped with more tendrils. Only one thing would suggest a relationship between them. It had the same eyes as him.
“So you’re going to stop me?” Nox asked wearily.
“For the will of--” The beast was surely smiling by now.
“Shut up. I know that they think they’re gods.” Nox snapped.
“They’re closer than you or I.” The beast shrugged. Every tendril twitching and tingling hideously.
“Don’t talk like that. They’re mindless idiots who put their lives into some crazy religion.” “Maybe, but if it means we take our place as the rulers of all…” The beast chuckled.
“Then the means don’t matter. First Gorge, now Seagle. Why?”
“They’re powers were useful.”
“But I assume that they didn’t count on this?” Nox shifted his weight slightly.
“No they waited for this and planned for it and--” It said joyfully.
“That’s enough. I know what you’re getting at. Now, will you be able to kill me?” Nox raised an eyebrow and stared.
“Of course. I know every facet of you.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Nox gave that same look.
“Mind games don’t work on me boy.”
“Since when did a Heartless get the right to talk to me like that?”
“You? Always.” The beast stated condescendingly.
“Well, then I defy your gods.” Nox brought to hand his black whip. “Now come at me and prove your faith is the right one.”
“Blasphemy.” It boomed.
“Heartless have a concept of blasphemy?” Nox raised his eyebrow again.
“I’m through with this and now you’re dead.” It began to mold the shadows about it’s hands.
“I know you’re scared. Because you know the answers.” Nox stretched his weapon between his hands.
“I’ll call you on that.” The beast began to charge him.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way. Heartless.”



“Maybe I should’ve asked for help. No, that was right. I can’t depend on them. This is my part.” Sophie stood before the ruins of a castle. It sat precariously on a cliff in between realms. “Let this work… Please.”



“Seagle. May you rest in peace.” Misxion drove Stone Soul into the ground where the last remainders of Seagle lay. “May this next grand adventure serve you well.” Misxion looked about the grand stonework and gilded decorations about the room and especially the detailing on the throne. “This is no throne room…”
“It’s a temple. And your tomb.” A figure walked out behind him.
“Yes. Are, you should no have pursued me. Not in your condition.” She ignored him and continued.
“You’ve done well to get this far. However, I’m not sure why you feel you need to do this.” She began to pace around him towards the grand throne.
“It is because you are wrong. No more, no less.” Misxion followed her motions and cut her off.
“So you’re just that self righteous?” She answered sourly.
“Apparently so.” Misxion replied coolly.
“I’d rather not deal with you now.” She complained.
“You cannot defeat me. Your Seagle is gone.” Misxion said tonelessly.
“He was a puppet. His usefulness ended and we let him go.” She smiled. “All the pieces are falling into place.”
“So, you wanted nothing but his power?” Misxion tightened his grip on his blade. “And when was it over?”
“Yes.” She smiled again. “When you got here.”
“What of him now?” Misxion dropped his eyes.
“I don’t know but I really don’t care all he ever did was incite mutiny. He served us better as a tool than a subordinate.” She laughed.
“You people are sick.” Misxion said, his tone dangerously low.
“It’s every one else who’s sick.” She contradicted playfully.
“I’ve tried being kind to you people, hoping that you would save yourselves. Hoping that you’d change. Hoping that you could be forgiven. But, you don’t speak that language, do you?”
“Not for a day.” She grinned.
“Then listen to this!”



“I should’ve helped her out. I know we’ve had our problems but in the end we’re comrades. I was stupid. It’s not the mission. It’s protecting what you care about. What do I care about?” Coixu stopped abruptly. He stood on the rooftop of a house in Twilight Town. “Everything. As long as we live, we‘re dedicated to making sure everyone else lives. That‘s what we used to say, back then.”
“Hmph. You really should consider cleaning up after yourself.” A man in a lack and grey trench coat with a plain white shirt and black pants appeared.
“Senior partner number one. Sceleus. You’re here to stop me. Before I can reach the final door.” He turned to see him. He was a thin framed man about the same height as Coixu. His bloodshot amber eyes and silver hair only added to his distinguished appearance.
“Yes.” He answered shortly. Stepped forward with his booted feet clicking against the shingles.
“You’re referring to Blake, no?” Coixu stood perfectly still.
“He only got the job because we couldn’t risk leaving a seat open too long.”
“Thought so. All your best died in the wars.”
“Except for you.” Sceleus lifted his black gloved hand as if to offer help.
“I’m not one of you. I led the uprising.” Coixu shook his head.
“I was hoping we could bypass that. It’s the future we need to shape. The past has been dealt with.” Sceleus was speaking very civillyin comparison to his subordinates.
“I don’t want any part of your future.”
“You know it’s futile to work against us.”
“It was futile to work for you.”
“You won’t change?” Sceleus withdrew is offering hand.
“Never again.” Coixu shifted his feet apart ready to fight.
“I’ll kill you then.” Sceleus replied gravely.
“By all means try.” Coixu inclined his head ever so slightly.
“Begin.” Sceleus smirked and brought his ebony gloved hand directly above him as if beckoning the darkness to his grasp. The skies clouded over and a storm began to rage. Suddenly the mass of luminous black rocketed from his outstretched palm and blasted to sky. Every level of space was permeated by the shockwaves and everything went black. Perfectly black and still.
“Just like that place.” The roof they’d stood upon had been replaced by a huge slab of unending stone. “I can see you.” Coixu launched himself forwards. His hand closed on leathery cloth.
“Not bad, you still retained the shadow room training.” Sceleus grinned greedily. “Let’s see if I can take that spirit.”
“Wouldn’t‘ve survived without it.” Coixu pushed off. “But, let’s see if I can crush that ego of yours.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” They closed again. Watching would be like some manner of intricate dance. They shifted back and forth “dancing” in perfect harmony. Neither laid a single blow on the other. They would grasp at each other and swing themselves about trapping each others limbs one moment then escaping the next instant. They parted shortly.
“You’re amazing.” Coixu commented.
“I ought to be after a thousand years.” Replied his wizened adversary.
“No kidding.” Coixu sighed.
“Never again.”


“You.” Riku had finally tracked him down. The man that would lead him to Sora.
“Yeah, what about me.” He replied his hand drifting towards his blade.
“Shyusuke.” Riku glared viciously.
“How’d ya know?” Shyusuke turned to look at Riku. “Nox didn’t tell you to come after me did he?”
“Nox wouldn’t let me see his face after what he’s done.” Riku growled.
“He went through with it?” Shyusuke laughed nearly dropping his guard.
“Tell me--” Riku snarled.
“Not telling you anything, little man.” Shyusuke let his laughter die down before he whipped out his blade. He leveled it’s edge parallel to the ground.
“Then I’ll beat it out of you.” Riku leapt forward Soul Eater bared in his hand.
“You can try.” His eyes widened and his lips turned up into an insane grin.



“Too late.” His voice echoed through the realm of shadows.
“Not yet. Not now, Xin.” Nox licked his bloody lips then smiled.
“So you acknowledge my name now?” Xin said with a hint of pride.
“Had to if you could do this to me. But, what‘s up with that anyways?” Nox heaved in, short ragged breaths.
“Like I said. It’s over.” Xin taunted.
“Like I said not yet.” Nox heaved himself to his feet. His body wavered but his will remained. “It will be in about thirty seconds though.”
“What are you talking about?” Xin replied condescendingly.
“This.” Nox disappeared for only a moment, but it was enough to slow down Xin. He reappeared exactly where he was before and struck down Xin. He ran past the stunned Heartless and reached the ‘lock‘. “Now or never.” It was a small circular depression atop a raised pedestal. Soras’ heart was released into it. Nox watched as the doors closed, never to open again. “Mission complete.”
“You’ll die either way.” Xin roared.
“My life’s value is finished. But, now I can fight you full strength.” He brandished both whips and smiled menacingly.
“You’re bluffing. You need to protect the lock.” Xin spoke calmly and evenly. He was sure of himself.
“It needs no protecting.” Nox chuckled giddily.
“Liar.” Xin retorted angrily at his counterpart.
“See me?” Nox asked with an eyebrow raised in a comedic fashion.
“And raise you another.” Xin charged forwards.
“Never gamble--” Nox began his own wild charge.
“With fate.” They shouted in unison.



“I feel heavy. Can’t be much longer.”





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