Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Chosen One ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Kei_is_my_knight_always 
The story switches between Axel's and Roxas's points of view. I don't want to spoil the story, so that's all I'll say.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.16.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 765 | Visits: 197 | Status: Completed
The story switches between Axel's and Roxas's points of view. I don't want to spoil the story, so that's all I'll say.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.16.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 765 | Visits: 197 | Status: Completed
Roxas’ p.o.v.
As I arrived at this place, this world that never was, I paused.
“Why am I here?” I asked myself. I frequently spoke out loud, to make sure
I had a voice. For the past year, I had been alone. I was searching for this
one thing, this Keyblade. It had tormented my dreams as well as the reality
I lived in, if you could actually say that I was alive. Thoughts of the Keyblade
had consumed me, and in my searching, I came upon this place. The World that
Never Was. This was where I started, wasn’t it? My quest had led me in a
circle. I clenched my fists, hoping to vent some of the anger that was building
inside me.
“What do you want?!” I screamed. No one heard me. I was surrounded by space,
by nothing. No one was here. There were people inside the castle I stood in front
of, but who they were, I could not recall. Like I said, the Keyblade had tormented
and consumed me. I couldn’t remember anything or anybody from my past. Yet,
something had caused me to come to this place. The place I had started.
“Lead the way,” I said to my feet. I slowly walked towards the castle doors,
which opened before my eyes. I felt like bits of my memory were coming back,
but then again… I could’ve been wrong.
The castle was white, pure white. Walls, floors, ceiling, everything was white.
I felt like I was standing in a living representation of my own memory: white,
blank, empty. There were no windows, no openings. Shaking my head, I pressed
on until I came to a door. I reached for the handle, and pulled it. This next
room was quite different. I peeked inside to see a warm fire burning in a cozy
fireplace. There were windows in this room, so I could see the darkness pouring
in from the outside. Dark red curtains lined the tall windows, and the walls
were painted a midnight blue color. These colors made me angry. I still couldn’t
remember anything about this place. Where was everybody?
“Hello?” I called. There was a sinister tone in my voice.
“Roxas, we’ve been waiting,” said two voices. Turning around, I saw a very
tall man with black hair. There was another man too. He had whitish-blue
hair, and wasn’t quite as tall as the first man.
“Who are you?” I asked sternly. My voice did not quiver at all. These men
were dressed the same as me, but I didn’t know who they were.
“I am Xemnas, and this is Xaldin. We are your superiors. Welcome home, Roxas,”
said Xemnas with a smile.
“I don’t know anyone named Xemnas or Xaldin. I don’t know anything at all,
actually.” I stared them straight in the eye.
“We understand, Roxas. It’s okay if you don’t remember us. Your memory will
return with time. There are more pressing matters, however. You must tell
us what you have learned of the Keyblade. We must know, and you must be
the person to tell us. You were the one chosen by the Keyblade,” Xemnas explained.
“I don’t remember anything, though.” My head turned toward a set of tall
green doors. They weren’t the same ones I came through. They were on the
opposite side of the room. As I looked toward these doors, a flash of red
shot through my head. Perhaps some green, too. Wait; was that a pair of
eyes? I rubbed my forehead, it was searing with pain. Others were starting
to arrive. Others dressed like me. So many people around me, what to do?
I almost panicked. Some sat by the fire, some stood near the mantle.
“Is something the matter? You can tell us, Roxas,” pleaded Xaldin.
“Just tell us already!” shouted Xemnas.
“It’s just… well, I seem to have come up with something from my past. But
it’s vague, and I doubt it will be of importance to you,” I told them
curtly. A scowl appeared on Xemnas’ face.
As I arrived at this place, this world that never was, I paused.
“Why am I here?” I asked myself. I frequently spoke out loud, to make sure
I had a voice. For the past year, I had been alone. I was searching for this
one thing, this Keyblade. It had tormented my dreams as well as the reality
I lived in, if you could actually say that I was alive. Thoughts of the Keyblade
had consumed me, and in my searching, I came upon this place. The World that
Never Was. This was where I started, wasn’t it? My quest had led me in a
circle. I clenched my fists, hoping to vent some of the anger that was building
inside me.
“What do you want?!” I screamed. No one heard me. I was surrounded by space,
by nothing. No one was here. There were people inside the castle I stood in front
of, but who they were, I could not recall. Like I said, the Keyblade had tormented
and consumed me. I couldn’t remember anything or anybody from my past. Yet,
something had caused me to come to this place. The place I had started.
“Lead the way,” I said to my feet. I slowly walked towards the castle doors,
which opened before my eyes. I felt like bits of my memory were coming back,
but then again… I could’ve been wrong.
The castle was white, pure white. Walls, floors, ceiling, everything was white.
I felt like I was standing in a living representation of my own memory: white,
blank, empty. There were no windows, no openings. Shaking my head, I pressed
on until I came to a door. I reached for the handle, and pulled it. This next
room was quite different. I peeked inside to see a warm fire burning in a cozy
fireplace. There were windows in this room, so I could see the darkness pouring
in from the outside. Dark red curtains lined the tall windows, and the walls
were painted a midnight blue color. These colors made me angry. I still couldn’t
remember anything about this place. Where was everybody?
“Hello?” I called. There was a sinister tone in my voice.
“Roxas, we’ve been waiting,” said two voices. Turning around, I saw a very
tall man with black hair. There was another man too. He had whitish-blue
hair, and wasn’t quite as tall as the first man.
“Who are you?” I asked sternly. My voice did not quiver at all. These men
were dressed the same as me, but I didn’t know who they were.
“I am Xemnas, and this is Xaldin. We are your superiors. Welcome home, Roxas,”
said Xemnas with a smile.
“I don’t know anyone named Xemnas or Xaldin. I don’t know anything at all,
actually.” I stared them straight in the eye.
“We understand, Roxas. It’s okay if you don’t remember us. Your memory will
return with time. There are more pressing matters, however. You must tell
us what you have learned of the Keyblade. We must know, and you must be
the person to tell us. You were the one chosen by the Keyblade,” Xemnas explained.
“I don’t remember anything, though.” My head turned toward a set of tall
green doors. They weren’t the same ones I came through. They were on the
opposite side of the room. As I looked toward these doors, a flash of red
shot through my head. Perhaps some green, too. Wait; was that a pair of
eyes? I rubbed my forehead, it was searing with pain. Others were starting
to arrive. Others dressed like me. So many people around me, what to do?
I almost panicked. Some sat by the fire, some stood near the mantle.
“Is something the matter? You can tell us, Roxas,” pleaded Xaldin.
“Just tell us already!” shouted Xemnas.
“It’s just… well, I seem to have come up with something from my past. But
it’s vague, and I doubt it will be of importance to you,” I told them
curtly. A scowl appeared on Xemnas’ face.