Welcome Back to the Darkness

Once a heart is consumed in darkness, it breaches a point of confusion. Should it fade into nothingness, or should it leave something behind? Feelings are not omitted, and love carries on into the next division, but can it last in someone who is not meant to exist? Can it begin to return if another heart triggers it? Upon your return to Organization XIII, you've soon found that a battle of emotions has become a battle for survival. Which of your newly made "friends" will be your savior in the darkness? ---Please review!!! *Sequel to Welcome Back to the Truth [Highly suggested you read the first one before this][Familiarity for KH2]


1. Chapter 1

The streets were paved with gold, the song of the heavens ringing in the ears of the world. Or maybe that was just the sound of vehicles over blacktop with unsuspecting humans on the boardwalk. Oh, sweet, mindless hearts...they were so fun to torment.


The ground pounded beneath you as you scurried across the ceiling, taking a low drop into an alley. There was no need to draw attention by teleporting; it was always a bit too loud and unordinary. With a smirk, you approached a lone traveler, eying his wallet in his back pocket.


"I was waiting for someone to come and visit; I've been lonely," came a smooth growl from your lips as you glided forward. The man turned to look at you, his eyes widening in horror. "How nice of you to drop in."


"Stay away from me," he sputtered, stumbling backward and against the wall. You chuckled coldly.


"It's fine; I just want your wallet." You zipped forward, hovering over his shoulder to the point where your breath caressed his neck. "And your heart."


With a jolt, you pierced your blade into his abdomen, listening to him groan in pain. A defensive sai was painful, especially since it did not have a sharp end. You were certainly one to know what a dull weapon felt like when it struck your stomach; it had cost your child its life.


He slowly slid down the bricks, crumpling on the ground and keeling over. A long streak of blood marked where his body had touched in the area around him, making you grin in pleasure. "I love it when they leave a mess..."


You grabbed the pouch from his suit and stood straight. Just about to leap, you halted as a voice called out from behind you. Slowly, you fixed your gaze over your shoulder, shock freezing your muscles into place.


"Is it not rude to simply take a person's life without showing any remorse?" The voice was slow; collected. It made fire burn through your veins, ripple across your muscles, and chill your gaze.


"Xemnas," you spat. The love you had felt could no longer exist, and it had fermented into less than likeable now.


"Xevia." A rumble rose to your lips before your roar ripped through your throat and echoed off the walls. The earth passed quickly beneath you as you launched yourself at him, summoning the familiar bo staff. It clashed with his aerial blades, bringing your face close to his as the two of you did a duel of poise.


"I thought you were dead."


"You should have paid more attention to your surroundings and its past members." He gave a twist of his weapons, launching you into the air where you had to back flip in order to land properly. "Vexen."


"What about the disgusting science freak? He's dead, isn't he?"


"Vexen created clones from our original selves so that we could receive hearts after all. Organization XIII continues to live on."


"If you're a clone, how do you know my name?"


"I kept in touch with my original self. He told me all about you—who you were and the impact you had on your comrades." You felt a blush prickling at your skin.


"Everything?" came a squeak from the back of your throat, your _(color)_ eyes wide.


"Everything," he growled, a smirk crossing his features- the only visible area from the hood's shadows.


"Eep," you yelped, averting your gaze to your leather boots. The man chortled deeply before stepping forward and tenderly grabbing your wrist. You yanked it away sharply, snarling deeply in your chest. "Did he tell you what he did? Did he tell you why I am a Nobody, and what he destroyed?"


"He spoke of his plans to me," Xemnas mused thoughtfully. "He had hopes you would become as we are; there would be more motivation to help us. After all, you need a heart now, too."


A stubborn pout flashed upon your visage as you frowned and crossed your arms. It had been easy to forget how slow the man talked. Vaguely, you recalled how it used to be calming; now it was downright annoying.


"Perhaps you would consider joining us once more and regaining your place as the fourteenth member?"


"Oh, no...things have changed. There is no way..." You made the bo disappear before striding to the end of the alleyway.


"Don't you think you will grow tired of this charade? How long will it be until you long for existence once more?" You halted in your tracks, turning your head to the side to acknowledge his statement. Moments later, you glared forward and straightened your shoulders.


"I'm sorry, Xemnas; I cannot simply go back. That would contradict everything about me as I am now." You took one step before he interrupted you yet again.


"I found your letter." All of your muscles tensed as you turned an icy but wary glare upon him.


"That was private," you hissed.


"Privacy is a privilege. Besides, Axel was not the guaranteed visitor of the last castle. Surely you knew that when you wrote it. After all, it was addressed, 'To whom it may concern.'"


"I did not need to make myself crystal clear," you snapped as he pulled out a piece of parchment.


"'...That should he read this, he should know that I loved him, and I'm looking for him.'"


"Shut up!"


"Don't be so ashamed of a heart's weaknesses."


"You should talk! Was it not your 'original self' that denied what the others did not? He pushed me away. He killed..." You shook your head roughly before launching yourself forward. Your breath brushed his face in ragged rhythms. "I will not make the same mistake twice."


"Do you really believe it was a mistake? You would have fallen into our grasp sooner or later, and now you have more memories to look back on than the rest of us."


"I don't care about any of that; I want my freedom."


"You long to be on a team again; to belong. You cannot hide it."


"I feel remorse no longer."


"Then what is holding you back?" Slowly, you released his collar from your fist and stepped away from him.


"I don't know..." Thoughts flashed through your mind—opportunities and considerations. Was it worth it? Motion caught your attention, and you looked up to focus. Xemnas was holding his hand out to you, apparently aware that your decision was made.


Slowly, you placed your fingers in his palm and slid inward, carefully gripping it and taking caution. Were you sure you wanted to this? Darkness seized you, and you felt the familiar chill of nothingness. Too late.

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