Org. XIV (story)

"Everyone from the village... Just... Gone....."

The colorless boy places his hands on the girl's hands. "I know what it's like....to have your family and friends be tossed aside out of your life...." He whispered very quietly to her. "Don't tell the others. I tell them I don't remember anything of my past. But I do. I even remember my real name. It's B-"

"White, stop flirting and help us over here". Nathan yelled. "Dumbass" he hushed.

The boy's hands left the girl's hand. "Comin'" He walled over.

<Eh, I'll just send him off to a very special place.>

A kingdom hearts symbol formed upon a series of grey cobblestone steps, Roland rising up from it. He hung an arm behind his head as he looked around his surroundings.

"Times sure have changed." He said to himself as he walked down the stairs to a small marketplace in the center of what was the reconstructed areas of Radiant Garden. He noticed a group of townspeople carrying lumber. He approached them and called out.

"Pardon me, but does any one of you know where I can find the old Keykeeper's Guild Street?"

Most of the group, being young, shook their heads no. One of the men though, quite older than the rest, replied back.

"I remember visiting the place as a child decades ago. It's far off to the north, past some dilapidated buildings. It's all ruins there though."

Roland bowed in appreciation and started off. The old man called out towards him though.

"Young man, how do you know of such a place?"

"Simple really, I was a resident there once." Roland said over his shoulder.

Nikki frowned and started after him.

Xeromus rolled his eyes. "Your illusion is rather unconvincing. I'm not scared of the reaper. In fact, if I recall correctly, I had tea with him the other day. I think we went to college together. Good ol' Grim." He slashed rapidly at Nexas, trying to wear down his guard.


Aleri continued to lie there with a blank look on his face, thinking he was dead, and that Rexial was too. Rexial had by now walked up to him.
"Huh... He must've thought I died. I suppose it WOULD be a serious shock... I mean, I am him. He'll be out cold for a while... I can't even Mindlink with him. I guess school's cancelled for today..."

<A particular Blue Oyster Cult song comes to mind when I look at your last post, Nebula.>

Enixo started whistling in boredom honestly what ever this guy wanted to test next was taking too long

"Who says I was putting in effort?" Ivan asked with a smile still in mid air. He then started to walk forward and started descend as if he was walking on stairs. "You know you sould have dogded that." Ivan said as Serpent's Fang pull's its self out of Enixo and floats back to Ivan, who caught it with his right hand. "Tell me are you can you regenerate limbs?" he asks finaly making it to the ground.

The hole in his chest closed up as he nodded. "Limbs, organs, just about everything"

Dispatch stared at Rexial. "Uh, we saw you...explode." He powered down. "We ALL thought you were dead." He looked at Aleri. "Is he gonna wake up within a few days? Because if not, I could always hit him."

Rexial shrugged. "I lucked out. I saw it coming and tried shadowmelding. I screamed because it hurt like hell. I can hurt easy, but I die hard."

"Oh, kinda like jello."

"Jello granted the infinite power of darkness."

"Or me. Because I'm an alien."

"Meh." Rexial opened a DC under Al, sending him to his room. "He'll wake up in a few minutes. For now, let's watch the fight."

"Fight? You mean Xeromus hasn't won yet? I'm surprised." Dispatch seemed unusually calm. Of course, there was a reason...

"Um, do you even know how he fights? He's barely made any attacks. He's looking for the best moment. When he finds it, Nexas will be gone for good."

"No, I mean I put a stick of dynamite in Nexas's pocket when he wasn't looking.

"-_-, man. He probably desfused it by now, and if he hasn't, he probably won't feel the explosion, or he'll use it against the Boss. Did you even think about it before you did that?"

"You honestly think I think before I do things? Besides...I said he wasn't looking..."

"He can probably feel it in his pocket. We're wearing these Coats that appear to be almost skin-tight in places, remember? 'Sides, Nexas isn't your average enemy. He's easily the most dangerous foe we've ever faced, and he beats Xemnas by a lot."

"So? Dynamite's not really all that big."

Rexial shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter... He could probably shrug it off."

Roland walked slowly through the ruins of KeyKeeper's Guild Street. Only the sound of his boots kicking up dust could be heard, even rats did not tread upon the grounds he was on. The street was lined with the ruins of shops and lodgings. He thought back to when this once was the center of a bustling city of the Light denizens.

< https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlGHRAfQyOw&feature=channel_video_title begins to play as Roland begins to see reflections of the past >

Roland continued to walk down the wide street, he remember Karl's Blacksmith and Armory, a place for forging new keyblades and armor. Just across from it was the Zadren Brother's Emporium, where the twins sold just about everything a person could need or want. There was many other places as well, but one place stood out in Roland's memories, and he saw the place once again when he reached the end of the street.

The Broken Keyhole tavern stood lifeless before him, the one building still intact save for some points of collapse in the walls and roof. He ducked under a fallen wall block that had landed across the door frame diagonally and stepped inside.


The room before him was coated in dust. What was once a lively tavern filled with the sounds of merrymaking was now silent. There was still relics of the past though throughout the room. Several mugs lined the bar counter, bottles still on the racks behind the counter, several of them broken. Roland sat down on the same bar stool he sat on all the time long ago, glancing to side to side. He thought of all the times he sat there amongst friends, swapping stories and doing drinking contests to relieve the weariness of travel and battle. To his right was a wall, that although damaged, was still standing proud, covered with various photos. Some were of battles, some were of special moments, but the majority were of groups of people. Roland stood up and walked towards the wall, peering over the photos. In one section he found what he was looking for, and a smile appeared on his face.

Amongst all the photos was a section that consisted of photos that Roland was in. Besides some travel photos he had taken from his adventures, there was photos of him with his friends. One photo in particular drew his attention the most though. It was a picture set in the bar. A group of people were gathered around him, including Gunamnex, who sat next to him in the photo. It was taken just a few months after they met, and the gathering was a celebration for Gunamnex's training progress.
The two of them were smiling, raising mugs in unison with the rest of the group.


Amidst the stillness of the deserted tavern, Roland continued to stare at the photo, tears running down his face. He spoke out while wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his greatcoat.

"All our friends, all the things we once had, are gone now my dear friend. I miss all of them dearly. Perhaps someday we can bring the life back to this place again."

With that, Roland turned around and left the way he came, entering the street once more. He looked over his shoulder once more before disappearing, a cloud of dust kicking up from where he once stood.



<Whew, that took awhile to type.>

"I can hope, can't I?"