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Sora was dreaming. But, it wasn't only his dream.

Ever since he'd returned from his last adventure, Roxas had been there, always standing behind him. His hood was down, but Sora could never see his face; the Nobody always stood behind him, back to back.

The two of them had talked a little, but as often as not they just stood there in awkward silence. Neither of them was quite sure what to make of the other. Sora knew that Roxas resented him a little; for having destroyed the rest of the Organization, for being the one to wield the Keyblade that had brought Roxas' "life" to what it was now. Sora understood, even if neither of them mentioned it. He would have been angry, too, to have his life just ripped away like that.

Oddly, Roxas never appeared in the clothes he'd worn in the fake Twilight Town; he was always in his Organization coat, holding he two Keyblades, Oathkeeper and Oblivion, at his sides. Sora never summoned his Keyblade here; for him, it simply felt strange.

Recently, Roxas' memories had been playing in his dreams at night; Sora wondered if Naminé was restoring his memories of the Organization, the way she had Sora's own. They always made Sora sad, those memories; sad for things he didn't even know, for a home he'd never had to leave.

Sometimes, though, in the middle of a memory, things would just blur out; like there was a peice missing, something that Roxas couldn't remember. Sora had asked him about it, once; the Nobody had just given a somewhat sad shrug in response.

Once, Sora had seen a memory that didn't belong to himself or Roxas; a flash of Riku's face, his blindfold lifted over one eye to give him a clear view of whoever was doing the remembering, on the bridge in front of Beasts' Castle. But Roxas had never met Riku before their fight in the World That Never Was.

Sora had asked Riku about it, even, the only time he'd mentioned the memories to his friend; but Riku didn't know who it had come from, either.

Sora could feel that there was something Roxas wanted to ask him, but the Nobody stayed silent. Sora was usually the one to awkwardly start conversations between the two of them. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to ask Roxas what was wrong.

Then, a voice broke the silence.

"Roxas?"

Sora stiffened, and felt Roxas do the way behind him; the chain on the Oblivion Keyblade clinked slightly. It was a girl's voice; sounding a great deal like Kairi, but somehow infinitely sadder.

"Roxas? Have you forgotten me?" The voice seemed even sadder, then. The word forgotten seemed to echo in Sora's ears; wasn't it that Roxas was remembering things, now, not forgetting them? "The blade at your right hand..." Sora glanced down at the Oblivion; Roxas' fingers were clenched tightly around the handle. "Wasn't that a symbol of me?" Sora could almost feel the voice's presense within his heart; like everything about her, it was sad. "Have you really forgotten me, Roxas?"

"I..." Roxas' voice echoed on the stained glass floor. After a moment, his head drooped. There was another clink as the tips of his Keyblades hit the floor. Sora glanced over his shoulder in time to see the image of a girl in an Organization coat, her hood up, disappearing into the black that surrounded the glass pedestal.

"Roxas? Who was that?"

"I don't know, Sora. I just... don't know."

"I want... I want to be with you two." A blurred out face as he put one hand on hers.

"Then come back with us."

"I can't. Not as I am now." A flash; a blurred, familiar face; a face he should recognize, but he didn't. His eyes could only widen, as dark streaks swirled around the face, transforming it into something monstrous.

Blip.

Sora sat up. That face... my face. That girl, the one from the dream last night. Were those memories of her?

Maybe even her memories? That last one, of Riku and the Keyblade... that hadn't belonged to Roxas. Sora swung out of bed. He needed an answer to this, or it was going to drive him insane for the rest of his life.

Riku pulled himself out of bed. That dream... It had felt so real. Almost as real as his nightmares about Xehanort's Heartless, the ones he never told Sora and Kairi about, so that they didn't worry. The details were already slipping away; Riku concentrated on the voices. His own voice. That girl's voice. The one who had been haunting his mind for the last three nights. The girl in the Organization coat; the one who looked like Kairi with black hair and Sora's eyes. The girl he could almost remember.

Was she the one, whose memories Sora had dreamt the other night? The girl who remembered him, but that he couldn't remember. Riku sighed.

"Just her name. That's all I need. Just the name..."

"Who is she, Naminé?"

The two of them were in the image of Naminé's room at the Mansion; that was where they usually met, when Sora and Kairi were together. Roxas stared out the window, knowing that he'd see nothing beyond the curtains that could change this place. It was made of memories, after all, like most everything else about Naminé's world.

"Who is she? I have to know." Naminé sighed, folding her sketchbook closed and coming to stand next to him.

"She was... a Replica of Sora made out of the memories I removed at Castle Oblivion. The two of you were very good friends in the Organization." Naminé grabbed his gloved hand in her smaller, pale ones.

"What happened to her? I know Sora didn't fight her."

"No, you're right. You did. When she found out what she was, she attacked you, because she thought that absorbing you would make her into the real Sora." Namine rubbed her hands together, which Roxas had noticed usually meant she was talking about something she'd rather not say. "In the end, you defeated her and absorbed the memories that made up her body. That's why you had to rejoin with Sora in the first place."

"So it's her fault I'm here?"

"Don't blame her, Roxas. She did what she thought was best at the time; she had no idea that erasing herself would cause Sora's memories to stop returning." Naminé sighed. "And she really did erase herself, it seems, if no one other than me remembers her. It's so... sad."

"Maybe you remember her because of your powers over memories." Roxas glanced back towards the window; the gate was closed, but he thought he could see a figure standing on the other side, looking in. Was it her?

"That could be. I don't know. We only met once."

Roxas sighed, staring out the window again. The figure, if it had ever been there, was gone, like it knew he was watching. "So what do you think she's doing now?"

"She's probably asleep within Sora's heart, the same way you were for most of his adventure." One thing that Roxas had noticed was that Naminé avoided mentioning people dying. It was Axel's death that had awoken him; Axel's death that had brought him out of blissful sleep. "Maybe she's waking now. Maybe that's why you're starting to remember."

"Maybe." And then there was her voice last night, asking if he remembered. Yes, the girl was definitely starting to wake up; even Sora had noticed, this time around. "Naminé?"

"Hmm?

"What was her name?"

"...Xion."

What was she dreaming about?

It was a blank white space, the place where she usually met Namine. But this girl wasn't Namine; she was even slighter than Kairi and her Nobody, thin limbs and a tiny waist making her look almost like a doll. But that wasn't what drew Kairi's eyes to her. The black Organization coat stood out far too much against the blinding white, to ever be ignored.

"Kairi." The voice sounded like her own. "I'm glad... I finally got to meet you. The girl who looks like me; the one he likes."

Hadn't Roxas said something like that, too?

"I guess I should thank you. It's because of you..." The girl reached up, lifting the heavy hood off her face. Kairi was startled at how much they looked alike; the most noticable difference was the girl's short cropped black hair. Her eyes were Sora's bright blue, though, not Kairi's own slightly purple shade. "That I can have a face of my own, instead of his." Kairi was confused. A girl with Sora's face? Was that what she meant?

The girl started to turn away, disappearing into the white. Kairi managed to overcome her surprise enough to speak. "Wait! Who are you?"

The girl stopped, turning to face Kairi with a small smile. "Just the girl nobody remembers."

Riku drew back his arm, slashing Way to Dawn at the palm tree. The blade left a gash in the bark, and a coconut fell, narrowing missing his head. The person symbolized by Roxas' Oblivion... The Keyblade Riku himself had wielded in their battle. Sora's Oblivion represented himself, and his Oathkeeper Kairi; Riku had never had any reason before now to think that Roxas' might have some different meaning. Riku had noticed, in passing, that Roxas' Oathkeeper had a different Keychain; not the charm that Kairi had given Sora, but one in a shape like a paopu fruit, or a star.

A Keychain which, or so Riku had heard, resembled the charm Namine had made of Kairi's in Castle Oblivion.

Which then bore the question; if Roxas' Oathkeeper symbolized Namine, then who was it that was represented by Oblivion?

Riku slashed at the tree again. He didn't know why he was so hung up on it. It was such a minor detail, but for some reason, it bothered him. Like the gaps in his memory, after Sora had gone to sleep. There was only static there. Were they memories of that girl, whose name he couldn't remember?

Was she the person most important to Roxas, the Keyblade in his right hand?