Vol 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)
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I’ve gone to Castle Oblivion many times, now.
There’s a special place in that castle. But there aren’t many Organisation members who know of it.
Axel arranged his clothes, and left his room.
I won’t see this room for a while.
As he walked through the hallway, a voice came from behind. “Axel, a message from Lord Xemnas.”
Saïx.
He turned in silence to find Saïx watching him, expressionlessly.
“There are traitors amongst the members going to Castle Oblivion. Find and dispose of them.”
Axel could hear something round-a-bout in the way Saïx was speaking.
There aren’t any other members around, so it’s not necessary for him to go to the trouble of saying something like that in that way. Axel’s eyes narrowed slightly. But then, Saïx does like to use that kind of indirect, noncommittal way of speaking.
“I wonder, is that message really from Lord Xemnas?” Axel said, words tumbling out.
Saïx only raised both eyebrows, and said, “It’s the same thing either way, isn’t it?”
“Not exactly,” Axel pointed out, and Saïx sighed.
“It doesn’t matter. Go take care of the traitors.”
“Roger that,” said Axel, turning his back on Saïx and walking away.
There are six members going to Castle Oblivion, including myself. How many are traitors? And, what defines ‘traitor’?
I’m supposed to judge everything for myself, am I.
What the h.e.l.l is going to happen at Castle Oblivion? This is getting interesting.
Unknowingly, Axel’s mouth was twisting into a grin.
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Waking up, Roxas stuffed the ice cream stick he’d left next to his pillow into his pocket, and left his room.
He wanted to know the meaning of that ‘winner’ word he had found written on it yesterday.
Rus.h.i.+ng into the lobby, Roxas looked around. He didn’t see Axel.
“Axel…”
“If you’re after Axel, he’s already gone,” said Saïx, pa.s.sing by Roxas.
“Huh…” Roxas squeezed the ice cream stick in his pocket. It looks like I wasn’t in time to see him off.
“Did you need him for something?” asked Saïx, glancing at Roxas.
“Not really…” Roxas looked down, so as to keep his eyes away from Saïx.
“Whatever. You’re going on a mission with Xion today.”
“…With Xion?” Roxas lifted his face. Xion, was in a corner of the lobby, hood up. “…Got it,” he nodded, but there was no reaction from Xion, whether listening or not. “Let’s go,” Roxas called, but Xion didn’t move an inch, of course. Nothing for it, he opened the darkness beside him, and stepped inside.
At the edge of his vision, he saw Xion move.
Looks like they’re actually following.
Inside the dark corridor, he turned back, to find Xion had followed him, hood still up.
Not feeling like there was anything special to say, Roxas continued walking.
Today’s mission is, like always, in Twilight Town.
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Roxas gripped the keyblade. Running up Twilight Town’s slope, he routed some plant-type Heartless.
Xion is following me, but not doing a thing. Not holding a weapon, or using magic. Just zoned out and rooted to the ground.
A plant-type Heartless spat out a seed which hit Xion, who fell to the ground, not even crying out. Roxas hesitated for a moment as to whether or not he should help, but then he swung the keyblade down on the Heartless that was still spitting seeds.
As the Heartless disappeared, a heart floated up.
“—that’s all, I think.” Xion just stood up, not even reacting to Roxas’ words. Xion’s black coat was dirtied with dust, but didn’t even brush it off.
That was pretty weird, but we still managed to finish the mission safely.
“I have to drop by somewhere first, so would you… go ahead and RTC?”
Without so much as a nod, Xion started walking, probably heading for the dark corridor.
Roxas turned his back on Xion, and headed for the milkbar in the tram plaza.
I finished the mission, and I want to eat ice cream.
It’s boring to just go back and forth between the castle and missions.
“…One sea salt ice cream,” Roxas said to the lady at the milkbar.
“Okay, that’s 20 munny, then.”
Roxas handed over two 10 munny coins, and received an ice cream wrapped in a clear sheet.
You know, this is the first time I’ve bought an ice cream at a shop.
Axel always buys it for me.
Roxas went to walk away, ice cream in hand, but then suddenly he stopped.
The stick from yesterday was in his pocket.
Roxas held it out in front of the lady. “What does this mean?”
“Oh, that’s a winner! Congratulations!”
“Congratulations…?”
He’d never been told that word before.
“I’ll give you one more ice cream.”
“What about the munny…?”
I don’t really understand what ‘give’ means.
You get things in exchange for a number of munny or hearts, I’ve definitely heard that.
“Don’t worry about it. You won! Have you got a friend to share it with?”
“…I do, but… he’s not here today,” said Roxas, thinking of Axel.
“Well then, you should use it when you can eat with your friend. You’ll get a stomach ache if you eat two ice creams on your own, dear.”
“With my friend… I get it.”
When Axel’s come back, I’ll show him this stick and we’ll eat ice cream together.
Ice cream in hand, Roxas started walking towards the clock tower.
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Castle Oblivion lay in the world between worlds.
The world between worlds referred to a world that belonged to neither the realm of light nor the realm of darkness, and sat between the two. A s.p.a.ce left to beings that did not exist, not of light and not of dark, as it were. It was a dusky world wrapped in mist, with a road that stretched right through it. Members of the Organisation were able to set foot in formerly separated worlds by travelling the pathless track called the dark corridor from that world between worlds.
In a particular room in Castle Oblivion, Axel was sitting on a sofa. It was pretty much the same make as that of the one in the lobby in the Castle That Never Was, right down to the uncomfortableness.
Castle Oblivion was an unpleasant place.
Each floor of the castle, divided into upstairs and bas.e.m.e.nt sections, was controlled by memory; shape changing in accordance to the memories of those who entered the rooms.
And, there was a memory-manipulating witch in the castle who wasn’t allowed to leave—Naminé.
The Organisation is going ahead with a plan to rewrite the Hero’s memories, using Naminé’s power.
In truth, Naminé is neither Heartless nor human. Maybe she isn’t even a n.o.body.
A witch born by special means—that’s right, a girl born from a princess’s heart.
Axel watched the crystal ball across from him, one that Marluxia had left in the middle of the room.
The crystal ball showed the Keyblade Hero, Sora.
The power of a keyblade wielder is necessary to the Organisation, seeking hearts.
But, we already have a keyblade wielder—Roxas. I think the Organisation is trying to get another one.
What is a keyblade, anyway?
They say only special people can use them, but at least two keyblade wielders—both Roxas and Sora, a n.o.body and a human—have been confirmed to be able to.
Marluxia, who had been watching the crystal ball, turned to Axel. “Oh yes. How are the bas.e.m.e.nt group getting along?”
Covering up a jolt, Axel stood up.
There seem to be tensions between the upstairs group—newcomers with Marluxia and Larxene as centre— and the bas.e.m.e.nt group—Zexion, Vexen and Lexeaus, senior members of the Organisation and former apprentices of Ansem the Wise. As a newcomer I’ve been a.s.signed to the upstairs group, and I’ve been keeping watch on the bas.e.m.e.nt group according to Marluxia’s orders.
“Looks like the bas.e.m.e.nt group has company as well. Riku—you heard that name before?”
I’ve heard that Riku has previously been controlled by Xehanort’s Heartless, formerly known as Ansem. Xehanort… in other words, someone extremely close to Xemnas.
“Ho… one who was piled with darkness…”
“So you do know.”
The castle was suddenly thrown into a flurry since we received reports that Sora had invaded the upstairs, and Riku the bas.e.m.e.nt.
“I wonder what they’re up to.”
“Weeell… you know about the research they’re doing down in the bas.e.m.e.nt, right?”
Just because we’re a.s.signed to the same castle, doesn’t mean every member knows all of the goals and missions in this place. When it comes down to it, the members of the Organisation act independently.
“You’re speaking of Vexen’s worthless research?”
“Well, I dunno whether it’s worthless.”
“I can’t see how those dolls can be useful. Well then—I must be going. The Hero is present,” said Marluxia, and his figure vanished.
Even inside Castle Oblivion, members of the Organisation could move via the dark corridors.
Following Marluxia, Axel’s figure also disappeared.
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The next morning, Roxas entered the lobby to find Demyx and Xigbar standing around Xion, talking about something in the middle of the lobby.
“Feels much better with those annoying guys gone, doesn’t it?” Demyx asked Xion, but Xion’s mouth didn’t open, hood up as always.
“Annoying guys…?” asked Roxas, walking up, and Demyx shrugged.
“The guys who went to Castle Oblivion,” said Demyx, looking at Xigbar as if seeking agreement.
“You know, you and poppet joined pretty much when those guys left for Castle Oblivion, didn’t you.”
Roxas tilted his head at the unfamiliar name. “Poppet?”
“I’m talking about Xion, kiddo,” said Xigbar, amused for some reason.
“Kiddo…?”
Does he mean me?
Just as he was thinking this, someone interrupted.
“Roxas, mission.”
It was Saïx.
“Today you’re also going to Twilight Town with Xion, on Heartless extermination.”
“…Got it,” Roxas replied, but of course Xion didn’t answer. It didn’t seem like Saïx had any questions about Xion’s lack of a reply, though.
Roxas looked back at Xion, and opened a dark corridor.
If I go my own way, I guess Xion will follow as they please.
Turning back again, Xion was indeed following, just like yesterday.
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The mission was to defeat the Heartless that appeared in Twilight Town’s vacant lot.
Without giving Xion any instructions, Roxas ran alone into the pack of Heartless, swinging his keyblade.
However, it was a little different to how yesterday had been.
From the middle of the scuffle, Xion, using a little magic, entered the field of vision.
Xion wasn’t just standing around idly like last time.
Upon finis.h.i.+ng the last Heartless, Roxas realised Xion was looking his way.
“I’ve got somewhere I have to drop by today, too, so would you go ahead and RTC?” said Roxas, and he started walking.
Then.
“Ro…xas…”
“Huh?” He turned; it was the first time he’d heard that voice. “Xion…?”
It was a girl’s voice. Hood still up, Xion didn’t move at all.
Just when Roxas was thinking it must have been his imagination, Xion opened her mouth again.
“Roxas… can I call you that?”
What else is there to call me.
“Yeah,” he answered, and Xion nodded, going off to enter the dark corridor.
“Roxas… right…” he muttered subconsciously, as if he were having second thoughts, and headed for the milk bar.
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The Keyblade Hero’s party—Sora, Donald and Goofy—faced the hooded Marluxia.
Readying the keyblade like that, Sora really does look like Roxas, thought Axel, furtively studying the situation while concealing himself.
Castle Oblivion—Floor 1.
“…How was it? Did you enjoy meeting those visions from your memories?”
“I was happy that I could meet everyone. But, why are you showing me these visions?” Sora asked, and Marluxia folded his arms in thought. He wants to try and touch Sora, if he can, thought Axel.
It’s definitely not in Marluxia’s plan for me to show myself here.
But…
Axel appeared next to Marluxia.
“What do you want,” asked Marluxia, disagreeable as predicted.
“It’s boring, you keeping the hero all to yourself,” answered Axel, bending forwards and looking at Sora.
They really do look alike…
Sora was glaring at Axel and Marluxia with all his might.