“Okay, guys. Keep it clean.” The producer handed the toy swords to Roxas and Vivi. The two fighters took their starting positions and faced each other.
“And now, the match you’ve been waiting for—Roxas versus Vivi!”
Roxas lifted his sword, and Vivi stared straight at him without moving a muscle.
“Here we go! Let’s…”
“Struggle!” the crowd called out, and in the same instant, Roxas hurtled at Vivi.
But Vivi evaded with a high jump—and Roxas thought he would land farther back, but instead Vivi had launched himself forward.
“Whoa!” Roxas barely managed to dodge.
“R…Ro…Roxas…,” Vivi called with his sword wavering. That voice didn’t sound normal—it was almost mechanical somehow.
“Vivi?”
“…Roxas!” Vivi raised his weapon.
Roxas moved to block the strike—and then it happened again.
The world warped…and stopped.
“Not again!” Roxas looked around to see that Hayner, Pence, and Olette were all frozen with their arms in the air as they cheered. Strangely, Vivi’s eyes were glowing.
“…Vivi?!”
Light enveloped his body, and then it changed into one of those weird silver creatures. Two more appeared, like they were seeping out of the air, and fluttered to the ground. Now there were three of them, writhing closer and surrounding Roxas.
“Ugh, these things…” He lifted his toy sword, and this time light flashed along it and transformed it into that oversize key—the Keyblade.
“Guess this means I have to fight them…!” Roxas slashed at the things with the Keyblade. It was the same as when he’d fought the one outside the haunted mansion. They weren’t easy to hit, wiggling and dancing around as they did, but now Roxas felt that he could. As soon as the Keyblade was in his hand, he could feel himself brimming with power.
I won’t lose to these things. Not to a few Dusks.
The Keyblade shone brightly as it scattered the Dusks into nothingness.
When the fight was over Roxas stood, panting heavily, surveying the scene, but time was still stopped. Hayner and the others were still stuck as motionless as mannequins.
“Now what…?” Roxas frowned.
Wait… How do I know what those things are called?
But I do know—they’re called Dusks. Our servants.
As he stood there, dazed, he heard the sound of someone clapping from behind him. “Who’s there?!”
He turned to see a man in a black cloak.
“All right, Roxas! Fight, fight, fight!” The man’s tone had a hint of teasing in it. And while the cloak looked the same, Roxas knew it wasn’t the same person who had stolen their money outside the train station.
But who was he…?
The man walked steadily closer. “So you really don’t remember, huh?” he said, as if he wanted to confirm something, and pushed back his hood to reveal bright-red hair.
Am I supposed to be remembering something? thought Roxas. But I’ve never seen him before.
“It’s me. You know, Axel.”
“Axel?” Roxas repeated.
“Talk about blank with a capital B. Yeah, this is way too much for Dusks,” Axel went on to himself, stretching his arms to either side. At each hand appeared circle-shaped bladed weapons—chakrams.
“Wait a sec,” Roxas protested. “Tell me what’s going on!”
Axel didn’t seem hostile, so he wanted to ask, Why were all these things happening to him? What did it mean?
“This town is his creation, isn’t it? So we don’t have time for a Q and A. You’re coming with me, conscious or not. Then you can hear the story.”
Roxas could make neither head nor tail of this. Somebody’s creation? Going with him? Where?
Axel readied the chakrams and Roxas edged backward. And then—the world warped again.
“Uh-oh,” Axel muttered, taking in the scene.
But Roxas couldn’t hide his frustration anymore. He hurled the Keyblade at the ground. “What’s going on?!”
The Keyblade struck with a metallic clang and spun away over the dirt.
He was so angry. All these things were happening, and he was the only one out of the loop. Something was starting, and he had no idea what. It was unnerving—and infuriating. He didn’t even know how to stop it.
“…Roxas.”
Axel said his name again, and he looked up.
In the same instant, the Keyblade flew back into his hand, as if it was drawn there somehow.
“Number thirteen. Roxas, the Keyblade’s chosen one,” Axel intoned, his eyes on the shining Keyblade, as he took a fighting stance with his chakrams.
“Fine… You asked for it!” Roxas snapped and fell into stance with the Keyblade, too.
“Yeah! That’s more like it!” Axel leaped up and struck with the chakrams, then gave Roxas a flying kick that sent him sprawling.
Axel was far, far stronger than the Dusks. But there was something off about him, Roxas thought as he scrambled to his feet. What was it…? What made him seem so strange?
“Time to heat things up!” A gust of flame shot forth from Axel’s hand, knocking Roxas back again. “Ha-ha! Nice, Roxas!”
Axel was laughing—why was he having so much fun?
Actually, fighting him was kind of fun.
Roxas was so fed up with all these things happening to him, and he couldn’t stand this Axel guy spouting all this weird stuff with his smug know-it-all face—and yet, fighting him like this wasn’t all that bad.
What’s going on? How am I having fun fighting him? He’s obviously holding back against me… Why? What does it mean?
Even as his internal monologue questioned everything, he rushed at Axel and swung the Keyblade.
Grinning, Axel caught the strike with his chakrams. “Hah! There’s the Roxas I know!”
“Axel… What do you know?!” Roxas demanded, breathing hard.
Axel’s face, up close and personal, looked sad for an instant—or was he only seeing things?
But why—? What did Axel know?
“Can’t tell you at the moment,” Axel said.
“You can, too!” Roxas shouted, and swung the Keyblade up.
And once again, the world twisted and shuddered.
In the middle of the arena, there was a flash of light, along with a strange sound—something electronic. The flash left another man standing there.
He wore red cloth bandages over his face and a red cape.
“…Who’s that?” Roxas said.
“So it was you…!” Axel jumped up and flung his chakrams at the newcomer, but they only bounced off some kind of barrier, a wall of light.
“Roxas, this man speaks nonsense,” the man told him in a deep baritone.
“Roxas, don’t let him trick you!” yelled Axel.
Roxas turned back to him. Trick me? Trick me how?
Which part is nonsense?
Why are these guys coming to talk to me?
He didn’t know. He hardly knew anything.
“Roxas!”
“Roxas!”
“Roxas!”
He couldn’t even tell anymore which one of them was calling his name. The voices began to feel like they were coming from inside his head.
The air warped. His head ached.
“Hayner…,” Roxas mumbled.
He could say his friends’ names.
“Pence…”
He could think of his friends.
“Olette…”
He could feel their friendship.
“Hayner! Pence! Olette!” he cried. The names of the people he wanted to see more than anything, so badly his heart was breaking for them.
And then, the strangeness in the air went away. Axel and the man in the red cape were both gone.
Right in front of him, Vivi was slowly falling.
“What? What just happened?!” shouted Wallace, the MC. A wave of cheering rose from the spectators.<
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“Huh… How did I get here?” Vivi murmured, and then tottered off.
“Roxas!” Hayner and his other two friends ran up to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Roxas, the winner of this year’s Struggle!” Wallace announced. Olette bounced with jubilation.
Roxas, however, still looked unhappy.
“Roxas…?” Hayner asked, worried.
“Wha…?”
“Are you okay? You know you won, right?”
“Oh. Yeah…”
So he’d won the Struggle. But he didn’t feel like smiling at all.
At that moment, cheers rose from the crowd again. “Set-zer! Set-zer!”
The current champion, Setzer, was already there in the middle of the arena, basking in the crowd’s appreciation.
“Roxas, it’s starting!” Olette said.
Finally, he looked up. But he was more concerned with the things he’d just seen than the battle with Setzer.
Axel…the man in the red cape…the dreams…the Dusks…the Keyblade. And Sora. Was it all connected?
“Okay, you two. Play fair,” said the producer. “You’re at the top of the bracket.”
“There’s only room for one up here,” Setzer replied.
“Well…may the best man win!”
Roxas went to his starting spot and lifted his weapon. Now that he’d fought that guy—Axel—he felt like he could win.
Setzer leaned in as he passed. “Say, Rucksack… How about you throw the match for me?” he whispered.
“Huh?” he blurted.
At the same time, he heard Hayner shout at him, “Roxas! Focus!”
“Let me win, and I’ll make it worth your while,” Setzer pressed.
“Get real,” Roxas retorted, and the fanfare rang out.
“Roxas, our new rising star, versus Setzer, the defending champion!” the MC announced. “The winner of this match will be this year’s champion—that’s bragging rights clear until next year, folks! All right, let’s…”
“Struggle!”
The instant everyone screamed that word, Roxas dashed within close range of the taller boy and struck as hard as he could at Setzer’s torso.
“What?!” Setzer fell backward and landed with an undignified plop. “I’m not supposed to—”
His griping was drowned out by the raucous cheers, which sorted out into one word: “Roxas! Roxas! Roxas!”
Everyone was shouting his name.
“Roxaaas!” Hayner came running, followed by Pence and Olette.
“You did it!” Olette was hopping up and down with excitement.
The townspeople clustered around them.
“Congratulations, Roxas!” The producer handed him the championship belt and then the sizable trophy. The crowd clapped and cheered.
“Ow, ow, ow…” Something had flung Axel back so violently, he had hit the back of his head. Rubbing the sore spot, he got to his feet.
He looked up at the dark city lit only by neon signs. The smell of rain hung in the air, and the “moon” in the sky seemed small from here.
That man, the one who’d been playing mind games with Riku in Castle Oblivion—he was called DiZ.
To a certain extent, Axel understood what had happened in that castle, but he didn’t know who DiZ was or what he wanted. He’d gotten into Naminé’s head, too.
“It smells like him…”
That’s what the leader of the organization had said.
Was there some connection between DiZ and that man?
And if Axel was right, was there some staggering secret behind Roxas?
That would mean Axel had made a huge mistake back in Castle Oblivion, which resulted in bringing DiZ and Naminé and Riku together…
“No way…,” Axel mumbled to himself, walking along the dark city streets.
This city, cloaked in darkness…and Twilight Town, lit sideways by the setting sun. The two places felt alike. After all, both of them had something to do with Roxas.
As for which place suited Roxas better…Axel wasn’t sure.
The clock tower that crowned the station stood about fifty feet above the ground, and the sunset they could see from up there was even more beautiful than usual. The four friends sat on a ledge that stuck out just a little over the clock face, relishing the glory of the day’s victory. Clutching the Four-Crystal Trophy, Roxas watched the sinking sun.
He flicked one of the crystals with his fingernail, and it rang softly.
First, he took the yellow crystal from its setting and gave it to Olette. “Ooh!” she cried.
Then he gave the red one to Hayner and the green one to Pence.
Finally Roxas pried out the blue crystal and held it up himself to the setting sun. It sparkled brightly, refracting the day’s last light.
“As promised!” he told his friends.
“Thanks, Roxas!” said Pence, likewise holding his green crystal up to the light.
“More treasures for us to share.” Hayner held his crystal aloft, his gaze fixed on it, as if offering it to the sky.
“I’ve got a present for all of us, too.” Olette took out four sea-salt ice cream bars.
“All right!”
Olette distributed the treats, and just as Roxas accepted his, he slipped.
“Wha—? Augh!”
As he fell from the height of the clock tower, everything he could see shrank into darkness.
FRAGMENT
Wherever You Are…
A GIRL IN A SCHOOL UNIFORM WALKED AT AN EASY PACE to the beach. The path wound from the sleepy houses in town over a small hill that blocked the ocean from view.
The breeze ruffled the girl’s red hair. In the evening, the wind would change, blowing out from the land back over the sea.
“Hey, Kairi!” another girl called.
Kairi paused and turned around. The other girl, who wore the same uniform, was jogging to catch up. Her brown hair, curling upward at the ends, bounced with every step.
When she caught up, Kairi turned back to the sea and they strolled toward it together, slow in the twilight.
“Do you feel like going out to the island? We haven’t been in so long,” her friend Selphie said. “Tidus and Wakka are all wrapped up in their ball game, and they won’t go with me…”
“Sorry,” Kairi replied. “But not today.”
“Aw, why not?”
They’d almost reached the crest of the hill.
“Do you remember those boys who used to hang out with us?” Kairi said.
Selphie had to think for a moment, cocking her head, before she recalled a name. “…Riku?”
“Yeah.” Kairi nodded, looking at her expectantly.
“What happened to him, anyhow? I sure do miss him.”
“He’s far away. But I know we’ll see him again.”
We will, Kairi told herself. He promised.
“Yeah,” Selphie agreed. “Of course we will.”
The sun was about to set, but the breeze was still coming in from the sea, messing up their hair.
“What about the other boy?” Kairi prompted without looking at Selphie, her gaze fixed on the ocean.
The other boy. Right—there was another boy, too. I’m sure there was.
“What other boy?” Selphie looked confused.
So she doesn’t remember. Kairi kept staring at the water. Out there, little islands sat sprinkled atop the blue sea.
Up until a year ago, they would all climb this hill and sprint full speed down to the beach almost every day. There were little boats at the docks for the kids to row out to the islets, called the Destiny Islands.
“The one who was with Riku and me all the time,” Kairi said. “We played together on that island. You know, for a while I could hear his voice…but now it’s gone.”
Selphie looked up at her, mystified.
“Now I can’t remember his face or even his name. I feel awful about it. So I told myself, I’m not going to the island until I remember everything about him.”
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br /> “Are you sure you didn’t make him up…?” Selphie said.
Kairi didn’t answer. The sun was just touching the horizon. Its last rays streamed toward her, and the wind went calm.
All she could see was light. She heard the sigh of the waves, like a name…
“Naminé?”
A voice spoke from somewhere…and pulled her into darkness.
A boy stood there in the endless darkness.
“Naminé? What’s happening to me?” asked the chestnut-haired boy.
Kairi answered with a question. “Who are you…?”
The boy looked a little troubled at this.
“And that’s not my name,” she corrected him, looking him in the eyes. “I’m Kairi.”
“Kairi… I know you. You’re that girl he likes.” He looked down.
He? He who?
“Please give me a name!” she practically begged.
“I’m…Roxas.”
“Okay, Roxas… But can you tell me his name?”
Just then, everything seemed to haze and warp, like the picture on a TV with bad reception. Kairi blinked.
The boy was gone. There was nothing in any direction but darkness. And yet, there was something gentle about this darkness.
“C’mon, tell me!” she cried.
A voice answered her:
“You don’t remember my name? Thanks a lot, Kairi!”
“Huh?”
It was a boy’s voice—but she couldn’t see anyone.
“I guess it can’t be helped… Fine, I can give you a hint!”
He kept talking, but static seemed to rise again.
“It starts with an S!”
Starts with an S?
Kairi was about to ask for more hints, but a light from somewhere pierced the darkness. It grew until it covered everything, bright enough to hurt her eyes—and then she fainted again.
Naminé—the sound of waves…
“Kairi!”
Selphie was staring at her, worried.
Right… They were on the path to the beach. Kairi let Selphie help her up and gazed at the ocean again.
“Kairi?”
The islands floated on the water, and beyond them, the sinking sun.
“Hey—Kairi?!”
She began sprinting down the hill toward the beach. This is what we always did, running down the hill.
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