Wow. It seems that whenever I say I won’t update for a while, I end up doing so, but when I say I WILL update soon, I don’t. Well, anyway, here’s the next chapter, though it is a bit shorter than the last.

Chapter 11: Keybearer’s Dilemma

“You did well, Marluxia… you did very well.”

In the basement of the Castle that Never was, two Organization members stood, Vexen and Marluxia, examining Sora with much interest. It had only been a few hours since the Keybearer had been detained by none other than the Graceful Assassin, and now the boy was being strapped on a table and treated like a test subject for Vexen, number IV, respectively. The Chilly Academic stood, crouched down before the Keybearer, preparing some equipment. He had been given orders from the Superior to ‘adjust’ Sora for whatever reason. No matter, a loyal member like himself would not let Xemnas down.

“You know, Vexen,” Marluxia purred, staring down at the brunette with a sinister beam upon his visage, “it’s quite interesting how he sort of, well, broke down and started clutching at his head from the moment I removed my hood. Perhaps it has to do with the memories of Oblivion?” An eerie spark lit up in Vexen’s eyes in response to that little proclamation. Being the science nut that he was, anything to do with things even as simple as memories caused much interest to erupt in his mind.

“The forgotten memories, of course!” shouted Vexen in an accomplished tone. “It all makes sense, really. The boy is slowly remembering those dear memories once sealed away by Naminé. In theory, he will lose his sanity. Seeing you back at that castle simply sped up the process.” Marluxia’s eyes widened in much interest. If Sora lost his sanity then things would surely be… interesting, to say the least. Plus, it could lead to the boy lashing out on anything in sight, heartless included.

“So, are you planning on completing this little charade?” pondered the Graceful Assassin. “After all, I do believe that Xemnas has brought up the subject more than once. Wouldn’t it please the Superior if you brought the burden upon yourself?”

Vex shook his head, attaching some strange wires to Sora’s chest. “No, despite what Xemnas believes, bringing back those memories would be for the worst. Do recall that in both sets of memories Sora views Organization XIII as the enemy. Despite the fact that he would lash out upon the heartless, it is simply logical to consider the possibility that his hatred for our Organization would be amplified. So, would it not be foolish to bring back his memories in such little time?”

“I guess so…”

Gleaming in fascination, the Chilly Academic prepared some more equipment to the fifteen year old. Wires aside, the scientist readied a near by computer, attaching some tubes to Sora as he went. Instantly, the monitor lit up in a bluish shade, a notice that the system was ready to dig deep into the vast depths of Sora’s heart. From there, Vex took a long, tube like device and hooked it to the boy’s cranium. If one were to be blunt, Sora was now connected to the computer’s network, meaning that Vexen could easily access his very thoughts and feelings; no doubt this was the perfect way to ‘adjust’ the Keybearer.

Marluxia tilted his head slightly, staring at the massive machinery that Sora had been hooked up to. The wayward appearance of all this junk surely was a little extravagant, but with Vexen that was typical. After all, he was a dedicated scientist, despite having no heart.

“So,” huffed number XI, tugging on the sleeves of his cloak, “if you aren’t going to tamper with those memories, what are you going to do with the boy? It doesn’t seem that there’s much else that could be done with his heart.”

Shaking his head, Vexen snapped, “On the contrary, Marluxia, there is far more that I can accomplish. Remember, I am a scientist, one with a vast knowledge of the heart, to say the least. Believe me; I know exactly what I’m doing.” With that, Vex reached for some knobs and levers near his computer. A few options appeared up on the large monitor, though, for the most part, said choices were neglected. No, there was one option that the Academic desired, one that would dig deep into the bowels of Sora’s heart. Eagerly, he selected that little choice, bringing up a new sub-menu.

Silently, the Academic dug through the selection, finding no interest in a majority of the choices. Among said options, things such as memories, emotions, and thoughts were listed. Simple tasks such as screening the contents of the heart to altering were listed. At the thought of toying with memories, Vexen simply shunned the mere concept. For all he knew, doing so could very well arouse those forbidden memories, and that would lead to mayhem. Emotions could come in handy, for sure, as it could very well affect Sora’s very motives, while thoughts could simply strengthen the alteration. Yes, those two little choices seemed the most logical, though, to be safe, Vexen quickly chose to ‘scan’ the heart for any oddities.

The scan itself went by rather swiftly. Memories, feelings, and thoughts were all examined thoroughly. Anything brought up about the Oblivion memories were of no importance to the Chilly Academic, and thus, they were ignored. However, the strong fascination in Roxas was very intriguing, let alone the fact that his desire to meet Roxas nearly excelled to a higher extent than his interest in finding Riku and King Mickey. Feelings of confusion, utter need, hope, and despair. All of these feelings were perfectly fit for experimentation… each and every one.

Out of all those thoughts and feelings rushing through Sora’s very heart, it was clear to Vexen that confusion, despair, and all of his negative feelings would prove most useful to the Organization. Simply amplifying certain parts of said emotions could mold him into a useful tool. His longing for answers would serve as an amplification to those feelings, if they were to be tweaked for the better. Yes, Vexen was satisfied with the results of this scan, as much as a nobody could be, of course, and now he was ready to begin his experiments. Soon, the Keybearer would be perfect.

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Beast’s Castle

Roxas was still a bit nervous from earlier. After all, it was a little shocking to be standing face to face with two people he had only known from his other’s memories. How would he keep his identity secret? If he didn’t watch his wording, the nobody could end up revealing certain facts that would be better off concealed. Still, as he stood in the dungeon, gazing at the eager looking poultry mage and his canine companion, the blondey knew that there was no way he’d be getting out of this any time soon. From the looks of things, he would just have to deal.

“So…heh… you want me to come with you because…?” muttered Roxas, shaking nervously. Then again, could you really blame him? It was still a little tough getting used to the fact that he was among two of Sora’s allies… ones that could easily spill the beans on any accidental secrets that could be revealed. Thankfully, the duo didn’t seem to mind his shakiness, though, and Donald prepared to give a simple answer.

A stern gleam in his eyes, the fowl enlightened the nobody, “We know all about you, Roxas… You know stuff about us, and it’s really suspicious. How do we know you’re not one of them?” Roxas edged back nervously, fearing that Donald was onto him. “Still,” continued the poultry mage, “we could use some help, and Sora wants to meet you… so, you’re coming with us! Okay?”

Abruptly, number XIII turned away from the two servants of King Mickey. He already knew that they wanted him to help them find Sora, but to actually MEET him?! That was pure insanity. Plus, Roxas still didn’t like his counterpart. There was no way he’d tag along on that risk. “Uhm… I think I’ll pass,” he grumbled, edging his way towards the cell wall. He was about to generate a dark portal, when he was rudely interrupted.

“WAH! Oh no you don’t!” Donald snapped, holding his staff towards the teenager. In just a few seconds, the oversized duck had changed from a slightly calm bag of feathers to his hot tempered self that was all too familiar. With a wave of his staff, he sent a strange, green beam right at the blonde. Upon making contact with his body, Roxas found himself unable to move. Snickering, the fowl explained, “Don’t try anything with me, you big palooka. Goofy and I don’t have time to play any games, unlike that nobody from before.”

Giggling, Goofy added, “Gawrsh, Roxas, we’re not that bad. No need to be afraid. Sora aint that bad either. A-hyuck!” As opposed to Donald, the defender wore a genuine expression that was a lot more welcoming. He clearly was trying to get Roxas to join in on the expedition without using harsh persuasion. The blonde did see that, and he contemplated over what to do. Traveling with Donald and Goofy would be difficult, due to his knowledge over everything Sora had experienced. On the other hand, if he didn’t tag along, the two might find him even more unusual and apprehensive.

Sighing, Roxas turned his head, the only part of his body he could move, towards the fowl and said with a somewhat agitated sound in his voice, “Fine, I’ll go with you guys. You’ll probably need me anyway. But… as for Sora, here’s the deal. I’ll stay with you until you find him, and then I’m out of here. There’s things I have to do.” Grumbling, Donald forced a nod before he removed the Stop spell that he had cast on Roxas’ body. Even if the teen would have to be extra careful with his actions, he’d have to deal. Besides, it’s not like things could be THAT bad. The easily angered featherbed and his companion were still heroes, even if they weren’t Roxas’ ideal traveling buddies.

Now that Roxas was stuck with him and Goofy, the little poultry mage waddled towards the dungeon exit, nearly discarding the existence of Belle and the other prisoners. Obviously, the exit was still sealed by lock and key, but having a Keybearer made solving this simple conflict a piece of cake. Wearing a blank expression, Roxas simply summoned his Keyblade in a whirl of light before aiming it directly at the simple keyhole. A burst of light was unleashed, unlocking the door in a matter of seconds. With all things taken care of, Donald, wearing a pleasurable expression, gave the door a gentle kick causing it to fling open. He then strut outside, awaiting Goofy and Roxas to follow. Indeed the duo did so with a brisk pace, but they were not alone. Since Larxene was no longer in the vicinity, Belle and her friends could also break free from the dungeon in hopes of getting back to their daily routine.

“Alright, Roxas,” Donald announced in a professional manner, “the Gummi ship’s just outside the castle, so just follow me and Goofy, got it?” Roxas simply mumbled a “Mhm” without even slight eye contact with the fowl. Disrespect was the only world the featherbag could use to describe the teen’s behavior, but instead of breaking out in a temper tantrum, he simply continued his stroll with Goofy by his side. “We’ll need to hurry,” he added, “since Sora could be in danger.”

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Vexen’s Lab

Bright lights filled the room. A surge of white hot power shot straight through the wires connected to the Keyebearer’s very being. On the wall, the Computer Screen flashed through several different menus, while Sora’s body shook. All the while, Vexen sat in his seat, taking notes of the teenager’s behavior, a twisted smirk plastered on his visage. From the looks of things, his experimentation was already altering the boy. A dark aura started to spread around his lower region. Why, even Marluxia was interested in the results of this little test for once, as he stood there, twirling a rose between his gloved fingers. More power started to surge, the aura increased in size. A sudden warning appeared on the monitor. Vexen didn’t even notice, though, as he was too occupied in his note taking.

Unnerved by this sudden siren, Marluxia bellowed, “Vexen, maybe we should pull back. I don’t like the look of this. The computer is going out of control!” This was very true. As the sound of the warning siren grew more and more audible, the colors of the monitor started going all out of wack while weird symbols coated any visible menus. Again, though, Vexen was too captivated by is little test subject to pay any attention to Marluxia or the sirens echoing within the lab.

More darkness began to coat Sora’s form. His clothes changed from their normal state to a much darker black with all color replaced by shades of grey. His gloved hands gained razor sharp claws, while his elbows and knees were surrounded by tendrils of dark energy. Any signs of facial expression were replaced by blankness, and his eyes became yellow spheres with no sign of intelligence. The siren grew louder and louder, but Vexen didn’t care. Instead, he broke out in maniacal laughter, his face shining with sheer insanity. The wires attached to Sora broke loose, the teenager suddenly became aware of his surroundings. Marluxia knew that this was too much. Vexen was a mad man. There was no doubt of that. For him to just stand there while his experiment went insane was more than enough proof.

“VEXEN!” shouted the Graceful Assassin, his scythe in hand, in case Sora decided to rebound. “This is too much! Your experiment has gone horribly wrong. PULL BACK!” Again, Marluxia was left ignored. It was too late to do anything, as the computer suddenly shut down. Now fully alert, Sora, now resembling a heartless, began to twitch, his gaze shifting from Vexen, to Marluxia, and back again. His muscles tensed, and it looked as if he were about to pounce. Whatever Vexen had in mind for the boy surely was horrid, wretched, and morally wrong.

“Allow me to explain, Marluxia,” said Vexen with a strange tone in his hollow voice. “What I did to Sora… well, it didn’t work out as I had intended, but nevertheless, it is very fascinating. By tinkering with his emotions and thoughts, I have somehow triggered some form of darkness from within his heart. It’s quite amazing, to say the least.” Vexen’s face was coated in confidence and pride. Even when an experiment of his was a complete and utter failure, he found ways to make something amusing out of it. Little did he realize, in all his confidence, Sora had charged straight at him.

This sudden strike came to a surprise to the Chilly Academic, who found himself toppling over. He let out a screech, has claws dug deep into his cloak, ripping and tearing at his abdominal region. There was a rough rustling and shaking from Sora, who seemed to be searching for a heart, as if he were a heartless. Vexen’s eyes gleamed with horror at the sight of the monstrosity he had unleashed. Sora’s claws continued to dig for a hopeful treasure deep within the scientist’s chest but with no real avail. Revolted by this, the corrupt teenager leapt backwards, his gaze shifting towards Marluxia, whose scythe was lowered in case Sora rebounded. At first, the Keybearer twitched, but that aside, he jumped forth, as a dark portal formed along the cold, hard floor. Its unearthly tendrils reached upwards, twirling in manic chaos.

Without any hearts to steal, the instinct driven Sora had no reason to stay at this Castle. After all, the only beings within were more nobodies, creatures without hearts. To someone who had been as corrupt as this teen, said manor was no place to be. So, with a portal opened, he slunk into the shadows, disappearing in a matter of moments. Shortly after, even the portal began to fade back into the abyss, tendrils and all. When there was no sign of this madness left, Vexen pushed himself back to his feet, painting in rapidly. For someone who had been so excited, or so it seemed, about a successful experiment, he sure had been easily swayed after being mauled by Sora in his shadowed state.

Somewhat annoyed, Marluxia groaned, “I told you to pull back. Now you’ve gone and turned Sora into some… shadow of some kind. How on earth will that help the Organization? What purpose will it have in our cause for becoming whole? Riddle me THAT!” His brow was furrowed, as he paced towards his fellow member, peering deep into his eyes. Vexen’s response was a simple shrug with little intimidation. Then again, he wasn’t the type who would succumb to the antics of one far younger than himself. He was the eldest member, after all.

“I have to admit,” shrugged IV with a monotonous tone, his expression grim, “the experiment was not as I had intended… Despite not being a true heartless, I have somehow tapped into his inner shadow, unleashing the monstrosity within. He’s bound to cause some serious damage, in the least. Still, he’s bound to destroy a few heartless on the way, giving us an advantage all the same.” Despite Vexen’s attempt to explain things in a slightly positive manner, Marluxia still remained very unphased. To him, the old buffoon was all talk and no game, simply coming up with excuses for his flaws. Though, he would not say that aloud, due to compromise with the Organization.

The Graceful Assassin was filled to the brim with the closest a nobody could get to annoyance. His eyes beamed with pseudo frustration, and he wore a contorted grimace, plastered upon his visage. He was nearly fed up with Vexen’s constant drabble, especially the way he made it sound to technical. True enough, he was a traitor for a reason. “Look, you fool,” he suddenly snapped, “Xemnas had given you specific orders, and you failed to carry the mere task to its fullest. Had you tinkered with his memories, maybe this wouldn’t have happened! You. Are. An. IDIOT.”

Scoffing, number XI briskly spun away from his fellow, albeit stubborn, ally. There was no real reason for him to associate himself with such a nimrod, as it was. Xemnas and the others, well, they could deal with him later. So, without any more distractions, the flower loving nobody gave a snap of his fingers, his exit, namely a portal, forming in a split second. As he stepped into his little gateway, Vexen shook his head, looking apathetic. Marluxia just didn’t understand the logic of science, nor did he care. To Vex, this was a shame, though to XI, it was a blessing. Either way, things wouldn’t really change. It wasn’t like IV could convince his ally otherwise.

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Twilight Town

CLANG! Gunblade met claw, as Seifer, leader of the Disciplinary Committee found himself face to face with some strange, blackened creature. The overall form of this beast was identical to Sora, as in, he wore the same shorts, gloves, oversized shoes, and even had the same messed up hair. However, he was different as well, as he was dark, like a shadow, with tendrils forming around his limbs. The face of this fiend was unforgiving and savage, two yellow spheres glowing savagely, while claws made an attempt to rip out a freshly picked heart. It was very difficult for Seifer to ward off his attacker, due to the rapid pace of its movements, and its sudden knowledge of how to dodge each maneuver of his. It was almost as if he had fought this beast before!

The self centered teenager had to keep on moving in order to avoid the pouncing predator that stood before him. There were times when the beast would just lunge forward in an attempt to knock him down. Each time, the Anti Sora just narrowly missed, due to Seifer’s quick reflexes. Anti Sora kept circling around his foe, giving Seifer little room to move. He made an attempt to hit the dark denizen with his gunblade, but, once again, his attacker made his escape, this time by dodge rolling and then disappearing from sight. For a brief moment, things remained calm. Raijin and Fujin, along with Vivi, who were watching this display from a safe distance, seemed quite interested in this little brawl. Right before things could be deemed safe, though, the Anti Sora jumped at Seifer from behind, knocking him to the ground.

Those amber orbs dug into Seifer’s very soul, piercing any amount of bravery deep within. A cold, unwelcoming feeling shot up the teenager’s spine, rendering him helpless at the hands of the dark embodiment’s power. Sharp, knife-like claws reached towards his chest, ready to dig in and pull out the sacred treasure inside. Sadly enough, Sora was unable to resist these temptations, nor did he want to. The darkness was in control, and it was relentless. If nothing were to be done, Seifer would lose his heart to this monster! It was only a matter of time before things went out of hand.

A few yards away stood a cloaked figure. His build was tall and lanky, yet there was a bit of muscle. Axel wasn’t a TOTAL weakling after all. Yes, number VIII had once again turned up in the middle of the town between light and darkness, not that it was a real surprise. This place was Roxas’ home, and he knew that his best friend was bound to turn up at some point. At the moment, however, he was more interested in Sora’s sudden behavior. Seeing him rendered so helpless to the darkness was strange, yet, to the Flurry of the Dancing Flames, it was oddly entertaining.

“Heheh…” he snickered to himself, flicking a small flame between his fingers, “I could watch this all day!” It was rather clear that, even in the most dire situations, Axel could have a good time. How typical of his nature. His eyes were attached to the shadowy form of Sora, as he reached towards Seifer’s chest, ripping at his shirt. Still, there was no resistance from the jerk, due to him being dazed by the emotionless eyes of his shadowy attacker. Raijin and Fujin were already staring, wide eyed at this sight, not knowing what to do. Striking back would save their leader, but, at the same time, it would put them in danger too. This whole trauma was like one of those reality shows to the red haired pyromaniac.

The heart was almost secure. Anti Sora was digging deeper and deeper with his claws, searching for the hidden prize, and, so far, he was indeed succeeding. Poor Seifer was helpless, and with his flunkies too frightened to do a thing, it seemed as if there was no hope for the reckless leader. Chills continued to run down his spine, while the strange breathing blew across his neck. In theory, Seifer would become a heartless due to this little attack, or so it seemed. Despite the fun of this display, Axel DID know when enough was enough. Shaking his hooded head, he reached out his arms, as a flurry of flames surrounded his very hands. The shape of two spiked disks began to materialize in his grasp, namely, his chakrams. As opposed to merely enjoying a teenager getting his heart taken away, VIII would stop this act altogether. He didn’t really have anything to lose, anyway, being a nobody.

WHOOSH! A whirring sound filled the air, as one of Axel’s weapons blazed on forward, heading right towards Sora’s back. Of course, with all his concentration focused on stealing Seifer’s heart, the corrupt teen failed to notice this, and thus, was greeted by a rather nasty, not to mention painful, surprise. CHING! The spikes of the chakrams made contact with Sora’s spine, causing the darkness absorbed Keybearer to give out a shriek of pain before about-facing, only to find Axel, both of his weapons in hand, wearing a broad grin. Of course, being in his present state, Sora could only strike back, and so he darted towards the mischievous nobody, hoping to get his clutches on a heart.

Right before Sora could make contact with Axel, the cloaked pyromaniac warped away. Due to this, the corrupt Anti Sora managed to ram his head right into the bricked wall, leaving him open for a counter attack. Axel was quick to give another toss of both of his chakrams, each one hitting Sora on the rump, all before the hot head sent a wave of heat in his direction. Upon the contact of the chakrams, however, Anti about-faced, only to see the flames flowing rapidly towards his face. Using whatever intelligence he had, though, the dark denizen somehow used a reflect spell, creating a translucent barrier, which caused the blazes to ricochet back towards their user. One could suppose Sora simply had his abilities to use magic, despite this odd form. Despite how the inferno had been sent back towards its sender, Axel was unphased. He simply warped again, making the Anti Sora suffer even more bafflement.

Curious as he could get, the darkness controlled Keybearer started to dart around in circles, eyes open for his attacker. If Axel were to show up, Sora would strike, hoping to obtain a heart that did not exist. Still, compared to a heartless, he actually was far more cunning, despite his instincts. That little reflect spell display proved it. All the same, he wasn’t smart enough to catch the blast of heat coming from above. A sudden whir of white-hot combustion met with Sora’s spine, causing immense throbbing, not to mention some pretty nasty burns. The pressure itself had pinned him to the ground, and he was helpless prey to the blazes.

“Heh, too slow, kid,” mocked Axel, reappearing right before his potential foe. As usual, he had that broad, beaming expression, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’ve really lost your touch since we met in that big bad castle that Sparks and Flower Boy ran.” Little did VIII know, his words were causing Sora to wig out once more. Even with the flames singing his spine, he was able to push himself up to his feet…and hands, looking ready to dart off at the next opportunity. Nevertheless, Axel continued, “Anyway, I guess after taking a year long nap, you’d lose your touch, but—“

Sora was out of sight, not a single trace of him was left, aside from the dent in the brick wall from his little crash from just moments ago. There were a few bits of ashes across the ground as well, but all that aside, it seemed almost as if Anti had never even made his little attack in the sandlot. Over on the platform, Seifer slowly got back to his feet, coughing slightly from being slashed in the gut, but at least he wasn’t bleeding. Both Raijin and Fujin stood by his side, wearing rather freaked out expressions, while Vivi just hid in a corner. All the same, Axel himself was rather frustrated that Sora had vanished just like that, mostly because he had been hoping for more “fun”.

Little did he realize, the Keybearer had not gone far. In fact, he had just jolted up towards the back alley; where few would find him, except, well, Hayner, Pence, and Olette. In all the chaos, though, being spotted by some kids was the least of his worry, if he even COULD worry in his present state. So, there he stood…er, sat, shaking slightly as the blazes that had been scorching his back finally simmered down. The darkness surrounding him began to die down, and his normal features were becoming visible once more. Replacing the shadowed tuft was his natural, chocolate colored mane of messed up locks. His skin reverted from pitch black to it’s semi tanned tone, while his hands lost their claws. However, the only thing that didn’t seem to change was his eyes. The whites became visible, but instead of his irises being an ocean blue color, they remained amber in tone. Something wasn’t right at all.

“That…that must have been,” he muttered to himself, a strange tone in his voice, “a nobody… But, he was…in my way… a…an enemy… I should keep that in mind…” All at once, Sora’s somber expression shifted to a misshapen smirk. He dug his fists into the ground, his breathing heavy. “He mentioned a big white castle. He must know what’s wrong with me. Yes…but it will have to wait, at least until I can go into Anti Form again. I should pay Hayner and his friends a little visit, anyway. I’m…hungry.” From the looks of things, Sora was still very corrupt, despite being in his normal state. Even though, back at the Castle that Never Was, it seemed as though the experiment had indeed failed, it appeared as if, in reality, it was close to success. Yes, as of now, Sora had been altered, motives and all, though how long this would last was a mystery. All the same, this was far from good.

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The Gummi Ship

Ever since Roxas, Donald, and Goofy had left Beast’s Castle, things had been rather slow. Not only were there few worlds in sight, but there had been little conversation since the trio had boarded the vehicle. Donald, of course, had taken the wheel, and he was far too fixed on locating Sora to bother saying anything to those in his company. That and he still didn’t have much trust for Roxas. Goofy, on the other hand, had tried to say a few words to the blonde, though he had little avail. Most of the responses were “Hmm’s” and “Sure…” among other one word responses. To put it bluntly, there just wasn’t much interaction.

During all this tranquility, Roxas’ mind was suddenly swept elsewhere. As opposed to seeing the inside of a ship, the image of the alley in Twilight Town flashed before his eyes. There, he saw Sora walking with his back arched, his Keyblade clutched tightly in his grasp, but…there was something awkward about him. It wasn’t just that his body was at a strange slouch, but, around his hands was a strange aura of darkness. His face wore a maniacal grin, and his very presence seemed, simply put, awkward. Whatever the Organization had done to him, it sure wasn’t pretty. After a few seconds, his mind reverted to its normal place, back in the Gummi, where Donald had been steering. He shook off his daze and quickly glanced towards the radar. This wasn’t good… Twilight Town was near by. They may not have known it, but they were nearing Sora!

Something would have to be done! Even though Roxas had agreed to go with Donald and Goofy, this was insane! On the other hand, by doing something, things would be more suspicious. What if they discovered that he was a nobody? An ex member of Organization XIII, at that. If word slipped, the duo would likely assume he was the enemy! It was then that an idea hit him. As he sat, panicking to himself, Roxas realized that Sora HAD been captured by the Organization. That would mean that he had been at their castle for at least some period of time. If he could just create a portal around the Gummi, leading them into the middle of the Castle that Never Was, at least it would buy them some time.

This in mind, the teenager closed his eyes, lifting his fist into the air. Little did he realize, Goofy had caught sight of this, leading to a bunch of curiosity. Of course, he didn’t really know what to say, since it looked as if the blondey were simply stretching in a very awkward way, but, in reality, he was causing a portal to appear around the very Gummi. Its size, compared to the normal portals, was very immense, wrapping itself around the whole vehicle. As it did so, the radar began going insane, and Donald himself began squawking in annoyance, while Goofy just wore a worried expression. All the same, they were totally oblivious, that the Gummi was hurtling through the halls of the Castle…just before making a CRASH!

End of Chapter

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AN: Ok, let me clarify that Sora is not insane and/or evil as much as he is corrupt. You’ll see more of this in future chapters. Yes, he will be like this for AT LEAST five or so chapters. Consider it the first big chain of events in the fanfic. As for Beast’s Castle…we’ll see more of it later on, as I left things open there. Also, look forward to seeing the worlds Halloween Town, Pride Lands, and Agarabah in the near future, possibly in this chain of events.

Please remember to leave a review! I’m tired of look and leavers! ;-;