Beetho: Oneshot of Kingdom Hearts. Two, to be exact. Something to mix it up. Back ground info on KH: Finishing up 1, finished CoM, and Finishing up 2. Want to Get 358/2 Days and Birth by Sleep.

It was a mystery, why he had spared her life; that much was clear. At first he didn’t believe her when he stumbled upon her, dying and pleading. At first he figured she was apart of his Somebody’s posse. She didn’t looked like a Nobody, yet he could tell she was, which voided out that possibility. Then again, no one looked like a Nobody. Nobodies have no hearts, ergo they only act differently then their Somebodies.

He could have left her there. He could’ve let her die for seeing her and having his Somebody be the first thing to cross his mind. But he didn’t.

She was snow covered and near freezing when he came across her while exploring China. He had heard of his Somebody’s visit there and how he had assisted the great Mulan in saving the emperor and her homeland. Very irksome, he found his Somebody. Now that he was no longer apart of the Organization and Axel was gone, he looked for adventure, nearly alone.

Now he found it. This girl may prove to be the antidote to his boredom and craving for wanting to be whole and feeling. Besides, there was something familiar about her. Yet again, she was very odd.

As he carried the injured Nobody to his tent he finally asked, “So . . . what’s you’re name?”

“Chyan.” Her voice was harsh and she spoke in between teeth chattering.

“. . . Sounds Native American . . .? I’m Roxas,” he replied, setting her down. He pointed his key blade at a pile of logs and it caught fire.

The girl’s eyes widened in awe.

“How did you do that?!” Chyan inquired, tangling herself in Roxas’s black robe, and then again in a blanket.

“I suppose you can say I’m . . . ‘gifted’. . .”

Roxas poured her a bowl of warm soup and eagerly began to inquire her of her existence and past. He asked her if she knew her Somebody and if she had known an Axel. She didn’t know either. She didn’t even know what a Nobody was, nonetheless that she was one.

“I’m not a nobody. I’m a somebody,” she insisted, looking perplexed and offended.

“But . . .” Roxas broke off and shook his head. “Never mind.”

When they finished eating, he insisted that Chyan kept his robe to stay warm. She accepted gratefully and sat uncomfortably in front of the fire.

“I’ll be right back, stay here. I’m just going to go to the village to look for someone,” Roxas said, grabbing his key blade and a different coat and shrugging into it.

“Alright . . .”

Roxas trekked through the snow, alone and in silence. He pondered about the strange girl and wondered how she seemed so familiar. It was different that she didn’t even know what she was; that she had no heart. Chyan seemed awfully offended when he suggested her existence, but she was too thankful to argue the matter.

Her fiery red hair and crystal blue eyes. She didn’t seem very talkative and appeared very reclusive. If she had a spirit, it was very strong, Roxas noted. He didn’t know of Nobodies had auras or not, but if they did, hers was very intriguing and gave off a sense of power.

Who was this girl, who couldn’t’ve been much younger than him? Why did she seem so familiar?

When he approached his destination, all thought of the girl left his mind when he saw Namine.

“Are you ready? I found someone I think you might be interested in,” he said, beckoning her to come nearer.

“Is that so? What’s she like?” she said, hugging her coat to her slim body.

“. . .” How she knew it was a girl, Roxas didn’t bother to inquire of. “Familiar, somehow. Odd. Drawn back. . . . Powerful.”

“Interesting. Let’s be off so I can meet her then!”

The two trudged there way back to their tent. Neither of them could stand the weather much longer. After a few quick introductions, they’d be off, Chyan with them. Namine already had a sense of who she was, but still, meeting someone in person was so much more delightful.

The snow began to fall now, when they finally reached the tent. Roxas was in the lead and he cleared his throat, it having been silent and parched for so long.

“Chyan, I’d like you to—” Roxas never finished.

As he pulled back the flap to enter, he and Namine saw that it was empty. She giggled and Roxas looked at the smoking pile of woods, crusted with ice. Impossible. He twirled around and scanned the snow for any footprints that could’ve belong to this . . . this seemingly phantom.

It was no use. The freshly fall snow would’ve covered them up by now. She was gone. And so was his black robe, the only thing, if not one of them, to remind him of the Organization and his memories with Axel, and even Xion.

There was no way she could’ve staggered off alone; she was injured and dying when Roxas found her. And yet it was like she was never there. A lost soul. A ghost from the past. Mayhap, a spirit to remind him he wasn’t alone?

Or perhaps a Nobody that really was just a nobody at all.

Beetho: Hope you liked. I’ll be writing more of these KH oneshots that will actually be related. I’m putting them together to make a whole fanfics, but it’s better if I think of them just as oneshots. Ya know what I mean?

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