Author: y a k o s o k u
Title: e s
Chapter: Three. The Void.

Disclaimer:
Unless overnight and
unbeknownst to me I inherited
Disney and or Square Enix, Kingdom
Hearts isn't currently mine. I also
do not own Aiden.

Author Rambling:
This was a one-year anniversary fiction.
Now it's been two years.
It's still not done.
It WILL be done. Soon.
I've rewritten previous chapters
except chapter 2, I still need to
do that. Please R&R.

I had to admit that seeing her acting so genuinely happy this soon made me upset. I knew denial was common in things such as these but sadly, I too, was knee deep in it. It was too early. I was not supposed to go yet. What had I done wrong?

Sometimes I think she can hear me. I'm always there when she drifts off into sleep and I admit I oftentimes blush hearing her thoughts and meaningless dreams. It's brought tears to my eyes when I could no longer comfort her. And The Process has already begun. Slowly, I am beginning to forget.

Time doesn't pass the same when you become Void. You no longer sleep or leave your Host or else you will be grabbed and shattered back to the Nothing.

The Nothing is neither Hell nor Heaven, I think, for it is in no way lovely as Heaven nor near as painful and hot as Hell. I have experienced this feeling only once when I was first attempting to follow her home. I was still apparently tied down to my body and when I leapt for her the piercing pain shot up. Freezing waters enveloped before searing heat. I had cried out for her and although she could not hear me she hesitated and I reached.

I honestly could not tell you when that was. My death seems both far away and soon. My heart still breaks watching her smiling with that Boy with eyes like the sky. The Process has stolen his name from me so I must try to hold on to hers for I fear it may try to take that too.

It is a lonely existence with scarce pleasures. Walking through walls and flying grows tiresome more quickly than I would have thought.

The door suddenly startled me and I turned to see her standing on the stair smiling at his exit. She was thinking about seeing the Boy sing and I could feel her misery at thinking she was betraying Riku.

Riku. That name is so familiar. I cannot help but feel I am connected with it. Sadly The Process has stolen my own identity from myself. I think if I keep trying I will remember it for I have already remembered brief flashes of my life, however long or short ago it may be.

I had remembered a yellow star and the smell of salt stinging my nose. It made no sense but I cherished the information.

Kairi had moved up the stairs and into her room. I could hear her opening her closet and searching for something to wear when she would hear the Boy sing. I waited in front of her door waiting until she would leave. Suddenly the door opened, surprising me, and she as well as the door passed through me. She gasped and turned around, staring at the open door and then glancing left and right.

Had she seen me? Or possibly felt me?

The only way I could describe something passing though ones body is that is feels like butterflies and light. Not enough to make you feel sick or ill, but just enough to make you dizzy.

She laughed and said, "Stop being paranoid, Kairi!" She ran down the stairs and I followed. She was thinking about kissing the same Riku as before at a fair. I smiled and a book on her hallway desk flipped open. She became pale and pressed herself to a wall, again passing through me and gasped.

"Oh… only a book… must've been the cat or something." She had said.

I became frustrated and the pages flipped rapidly. She whined in fear. Slapping my forehead I tried to apologize and the book snapped shut.

I don't mean to do things like that, they just happen, and NEVER when I need them to. I've begun to think that it's completely at random and feeds from my emotion. If I were to touch that book right now, nothing would happen. But sometimes, when I laugh at her girlish thoughts a curtain may ripple and she always ignores it for the wind.

She grabbed her shoes and dashed out the door and my body dashed next to her. She sat on the deck and put her shoes on, her heart still racing, trying to explain the book.

"It's just my imagination. Things happen. There are no such things as ghosts." She nodded and started to run to the Boy's show. My head felt dizzy and I was suddenly jealous of Sora.

Sora. That was his name. And he was my best friend. Suddenly I remembered flashes.

We were racing with him, sand beneath our feet and a searing hot sun above, Kairi

behind us laughing.

And then I was holding her hollow body, we were on a ship and Sora was trying to take her from me. A pirate with a hook for a hand had stopped Sora and I had safely taken Kairi away.

Flashing again I saw a door, much larger than any door I've ever seen, and Sora was pushing it closed, trapping me inside and I was helping. I had told him to take care of Kairi and he agreed.

The memories stopped and I gasped, tears burning my eyes. The door slammed shut and I felt the freezing waves at my feet.

Kairi was too far away now; I had to reach her quickly before I was returned to the Nothing. Soaring as quickly as I could, through cars and buildings, I searched for a glint of her unusual red hair. I finally spotted her sitting at a bus stop, humming and I took a seat right next to her.

You can illustrate your death in romance but I can show you something so much more than words in my hands.

ch.3 fin.