letters.

disclaimer: i do not own kingdom hearts or any of its characters. i own the plot and anything else you don't recognize.

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Roxas yawned, rubbing his blue eyes as he looked at the letter in his hands. He had already unfolded it.

He yawned again. "Better be some good mail," he muttered, because it was a Saturday, and he had been woken up early because his mother had found it. It was addressed to him.

He ignored the poem, and began reading the letter.

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Dear Roxas,

Good morning, Rox. At least, I hope it's morning for you—you seem the kind of person whose mum wakes you up early because she found a letter addressed to you, and you're obviously not a morning person.

You know, this is kind of weird, because I'm writing this before I have to go help Sora. I'll fade pretty soon. I hope you appreciate this letter, though, because it's the last one I make before my death. Of course, it's not my final death, since I'll be reborn again. By the time you read this, my reincarnation will already be your age, and she'll probably be trying to find Demyx, because Roxas—the Roxas in my time, I mean—will tell her to in his letter.

His letter won't be written until he and the others defeat the enemy. You'll have to fight it, too, but at least we're giving you a head-start. We didn't have any warning; it happened so fast.

I'm going to have to make this letter really short. I hear Axel calling for me.

Roxas, look for Demyx. Only you, him, and my reincarnation will know what's happening. You'll have to explain it to Axel, Larxene, Marluxia, and Zexion. (If they don't believe you, do what I did: Hit them with a rolled-up newspaper and say, "If you don't believe me, then walk away. You'll die like the rest of 'em. No one's gonna care if you do. No one likes non-believers." If they still don't believe you, well, you can do whatever you want. You could try being a pyromaniac, if you want; it's pretty fun, in my opinion.)

See ya, partner.

Yours Truly,

Xion

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Roxas blinked, dumbfounded.

"What. The. Fuck."