Seeking for Answers [Xion]

[Naminé]

White fingers brushed along the walls softly. Slowly, also. As though there was something she needed to find. And there was.

Naminé hadn't meant to come back here at all. She had meant to leave Castle Oblivion forever, never to come back. But she knew that, some time or another, she was going to have to return, to find the answer she wanted. The answer to the one question that had been bothering her ever since she awoke.

Why did she wake yet again?

Moreover... if the dark... or whatever it had been had brought her back, then why didn't she have a heart? She had hoped, at first, that whatever force had drawn her back to life would at least bother to give her a heart of her own. But, she hadn't been that lucky, her chest was still empty.

Walking up the floors, Naminé soon found herself in the room that had been her prison for a what felt like the longest time. It seemed that notjing had changed there: the white walls, the caged doll in a corner of the room. She found a box sitting neatly on top of a chair, and peeked inside.

Inside, she found the familiar orange sketchbook that she had used so many times before, the one where she had written Sora's memories in order to pit them together again. How long ago had that been? One year, two... even more? She didn't know... but that wasn't very important at the moment.

She needed a clue, something that could explain how it was possible for her to be back.

[Xion]

She hadn’t realized that it was even possible to be in this much pain. Xion couldn’t breathe. It felt like everything inside of her had riled up and squished together. She wanted to grasp onto the walls and claw at them until they allowed her to breathe! She had just come out of a room. Well, when she had entered the room it wasn’t really a room. It was a planet, but it was a planet she had never seen before. It was completely empty of people. And, when she had finally managed to get out, she felt as if a piece of her had been ripped from her and now she was breathless.

For once in her life, she was glad she didn’t have a heart-didn’t have a soul! She wanted to puke up the ice cream that was inside of her stomach. She wanted to curl up into a ball and hold her head in her hands. She wanted to sit down somewhere and just cry and cry and cry for hours until she felt better. If this was the pain she was feeling while she was a replica, Xion shuddered to think of all the pain she would have been having as a Somebody. She trudged along the hall, her shoes squeaking on the floor. Although she missed the comforts of her Organization coat, she was very glad she wasn’t wearing it.

At the same time, she was cold. Her coat made her feel a part of something, even if she was only being used. She had gotten to know her friends and had gotten to know her current enemies. Xion blinked and shook her dark hair side to side until she was finally able to breathe. As long as she didn’t enter any more rooms like that, she figured she would be fine. Then again, she wasn’t sure about the rooms. She had to keep getting forward in order to try to remember more stuff. Because, as of right now, her life was just some blur where she could pick out some memories, but the rest were merely mushed together.

Suddenly, she was in front of another door. She sighed a little before putting her hands on the door and pushing open, her eyebrows furrowing slightly at the scene in front of her. It was an actual room, not a different planet. Her eyes scanned the white walls before-before landing on a familiar blonde. Her cerulean eyes narrowed as she tried, a little desperately, to figure out a name for the blonde. After a couple of seconds, she was ready to give up. She simply did not know-but, that was when it hit her. Instead of being in this white room, she was in a different one that actually had drawings around it. She walked up to the table and took her hood off. “Nam…inè…” She managed to spit out, surprised at herself.