Vol 1 Chapter 4 (1/2)

x.x.x

Castle Oblivion, bas.e.m.e.nt floor ten.

“So you’re Riku.” Vexen had been lying in wait for Riku, who had just arrived on the floor.

If we did things according to my research, it would theoretically be possible to transfer memories and abilities to a doll without the power of the witch.

Yes—according to my replica project.

“Who are you—a friend of Ansem’s?”

“A friend of Ansem’s—that’s half right, I suppose. But I’ll tell you this, he’s different to the Ansem you know. He’s Ansem, but then he’s not… that is to say, he’s ‘n.o.body’.” Vexen closed in on Riku.

I can sense a mighty dark power in Riku. Perhaps that power could exceed even that of the Keyblade Hero.

“He’s n.o.body? Huh—I’m in a really bad mood right now. Be clearer.”

“A being that walks the twilight, belonging to neither darkness nor light? Heh heh heh… have you noticed? That’s right, just like the one in this realm between darkness and light; you. I’m the same. In other words, we are fellow similar beings.”

“—Maybe.” Riku casually levelled the Soul Eater. “So what. You’re going to say ‘join me’, or something? Like you said, there’s dark power left in me. But the darkness is my enemy! And, reeking of darkness, so are you.”

“Hey. You’d really do it, wouldn’t you. But I have hope! Keep me company!”

A battle is a way to obtain Riku’s powers. I am primarily a researcher, and the odds are against me, but—there’s no other way.

If I can only draw out his maximum power while he’s right in front of me, that will suffice.

If I could ma.s.s produce replicas, the Organisation would acquire even more power than present.

For they are not a breed of Emblem Heartless.

Riku swung the Soul Eater down, which Vexen deflected with his ice s.h.i.+eld.

“Show me your rage—and the power of the darkness within you!”

With every swing of his blade, his power and memories are being acc.u.mulated—as data.

“I’m—I’m…!”

“You still cannot stop yourself from using your dark powers—let’s go.”

Facing Riku, Vexen moved in to a suitable proximity, and swung his s.h.i.+eld down. Riku handled the attack with ease. “Excellent!” yelled Vexen, unconsciously.

“…So this is part of your plan,” said Riku, looking displeased, still holding out the Soul Eater.

“Thanks to your hot headedness, I was able to take useful data for my research. Many thanks, Riku,” said Vexen, and disappeared, leaving a loud laugh behind him.

Now all I have to do is plant these memories into that doll, for a start…

x.x.x

“It looks like Sora’s memories have started to take root, right on target,” giggled Larxene, watching Sora in the crystal ball.

Axel also looked up, looking at Larxene with a slight smile. “The plan continues, then. Let’s see how far he goes.”

The fake memories have started to take root inside Sora. In order for Sora to move the way the Organisation wants him to, his memories are being repainted little by little, the real ones being lost.

Fragments of memory are awfully vague things. They waver at the slightest chance.

Being able to make them waver, and weave new ones, is Naminé’s power.

But, that too is something planned under the power of the Organisation.

“Better go cut the next deal.”

“Wait—you had your fun on the first floor, didn’t you? That makes it my turn now,” Larxene a.s.serted, with a bewitching smile.

“…Don’t break him,” were the words that slipped unconsciously out of Axel’s mouth.

“Huuuuh, what a soft thing to say.”

“He’s half one of us,” said Axel, but for a second he wondered—what that actually meant.

Was I talking about Sora, who we’re about to use, or half of him—no, Sora’s n.o.body—Roxas?

“You don’t trust me, do you. I’m not so stupid as to play with the toy until it breaks,” Larxene shrugged.

That reminds me—I’m still not sure who the traitors are.

“Just making sure, you know. That kid’s a brat, you know—one we need to take control of the Organisation,” Axel laughed, setting a trap.

We—I wasn’t definitely talking about Larxene and I. But, Larxene might interpret it as ‘us’. Not lying.

And then, Larxene answered—

“Aren’t you saying too much? Keep the real target a secret until the final moment, you know.”

Saying only that, Larxene disappeared. She had headed off to where Sora was.

“You’re the one who says too much, Larxene,” murmured Axel, alone in the room. It had been that easy to find evidence on a traitor.

x.x.x

Alone in a dim research room, Vexen’s unwavering gaze was fixed on a crystal ball.

Bas.e.m.e.nt eighth floor. In the crystal ball, two boys with the same face were facing each other.

Riku, and the Riku=Replica—the fruit of Vexen’s research, a doll.

There were many in-progress dolls. Many methods of inputting data in order to copy shape and movement were also being prepared. It was still in experimental stage, however, it seemed to Vexen, looking at the Riku=Replica in the crystal ball, that it had reached completion.

In the crystal ball, the Replica was thrown back by Riku.

“Hey, fake—didn’t you say ‘you can’t beat me’?”

Riku walked casually up to the Replica, pressing the Soul Eater into its throat.

“Huh—I was only just born. I’ll only get stronger from here. I’ll even top you, soon. The next time we fight will be your last,” bragged the Replica.

That’s right—the replicas grow. Experience is necessary for growth.

It is necessary to make it fight with an even stronger being.

Staring at the crystal ball, Vexen smiled thinly.

x.x.x

Larxene lost to Sora. She says she’d intended to lose from the beginning, but it was a clear retreat.

However, because of Larxene’s actions, Sora’s memories of Princess Kairi and Naminé the witch were mixed up, and he’s started thinking that Naminé, who he’s never even met, is very important to him.

Watching the hero move, I think of Roxas. Of Roxas’ movements—

Axel thought anew about the connection between the n.o.body and the true form.

Also, Vexen and his doll—replica—are here now.

Vexen’s doll looked completely different to the shape he had seen when he’d investigated the bas.e.m.e.nt, now taking the shape of a silver-haired boy—probably Riku.

I’ve definitely heard that replicas gain powers depending on memories. But I’ll bet no one but Vexen would have been able to tell that such an elaborate thing was a replica.

“How shameful, to have been driven back by such a lowly person. A disgrace to the Organisation.”

Larxene ignored him. “What do you want, Vexen. Your post is the bas.e.m.e.nt, isn’t it?”

Originally, Axel would have wondered why Vexen, who should be in charge of the bas.e.m.e.nt, would come upstairs, suspicious that perhaps he wanted to test the replica’s performance. However, Axel himself also felt like seeing the replica perform.

“I came to lend a hand. That hero you think so highly of—I personally can’t imagine he’s of any use. Is he really of value…? Experimentation is necessary.”

“Pfft, that’s so like you. To cut it short, you won’t be satisfied until you’ve done your experiments, am I right?”

“That is the instinct of a scientist.”

To the side of Larxene and Vexen’s exchange, the Replica was watching the crystal ball. It showed Sora and his gang.

“I don’t really mind, but, you know. While you test Sora, you want to test out your own servant, don’t you,” said Axel, glancing at the Replica.

“He’s not a servant. Let’s call him a product of research.”

“You mean a toy, right,” said Larxene, cutting across Vexen.

“Humph, such impudence from one who cannot comprehend.”

“Whatever, it’s fine. You came all this way for us. I’d like you to have a little fun, too. A present to my senior. Use these, and the show gets even more interesting. Use this card.” Axel threw a card to Vexen.

“Witty, aren’t you. Well then—I shall put this to use…. Come.”

Vexen beckoned the Replica to the centre of the room, and went to cross it.

“That’s just a card, isn’t it? What can you do with that,” said the Replica, mingled cynicism in his tone.

“Memories of the place where Sora and Riku were born are hidden in that card,” Axel explained, looking closely at the Replica’s face.

“Using that card and Naminé’s power, you could have the real Riku’s same memories for yourself. You could even get to forget that you were a fake. In other words, we’ll do you a favour and remake your heart, so you’re the same as the real Riku,” Larxene said, happily.

“Wait a minute! Remake my heart? Riku’s a weakling, afraid of his own darkness. I don’t want that guy’s heart!” the Replica yelled.

A portion of Riku’s memories must already be copied to the Replica. If those limits are pushed even higher, he’ll probably get even more powerful.

“So it’s fine, then? Vexen. Didn’t you come to use Riku to test Sora’s true power?”

Vexen folded his arms, and thought for a bit. Then he said, “It must be done.”

“What?! So you’ll betray me, Vexen!” pressed the Replica.

“I thought I said it. That you’d be useful to me,” declared Vexen, coldly.

“It’s okay. It probably won’t hurt that much.”

“Don’t make fun of me!”

The Replica slashed at Larxene, but she sent him flying instead. “Silly~! There’s no way a fake could ever beat me. But don’t worry. Naminé will erase the memory of me crus.h.i.+ng you. And what’s more, she’ll plant lovely memories into your heart. Even though they’re lies!”

“Stop—”

The Replica went to stand up, and Larxene charged, landing another blow.

The Replica hit the wall, and fainted.

“Well then, now it’s your turn, Naminé—” Axel called out to the girl sitting quietly in the corner.

“Okay…”

“Though, it’s possible to transfer memories without witches and the like,” said Vexen, taking the Replica up in his arms.

“Uh, no. She doesn’t just transfer memories, she rewrites them. I don’t reckon anyone but a witch could rewrite memories. Isn’t that right? Naminé.”Naminé nodded slightly at Larxene’s words. “Sora and this doll will come to love you, if you rewrite their memories. Aren’t you happy?”

Naminé didn’t answer.

x.x.x

The Replica’s memories were being rewritten—just like Sora’s.

“That’s a pretty awesome power you got there, Naminé,” Axel murmured to the girl standing next to him, as he watched the Replica sleep in a pod that looked like a flower bud.

“But—all I can do is rearrange fragments of memories. I can’t rearrange things that aren’t already there.”

“You mean, as long as the data’s there, you can make anything you like from it?” asked Axel.

I’m sure the Organisation already has the technology to turn memories into data.

“What’s more, I need a container.”

“A container, huh…”

So in this case, container = Replica.

“And on top of that—just like the things you n.o.bodies do are controlled by your memories, maybe the same thing will go and happen to the Replica.”

“What do you mean?”

“The heart…”

Just when Naminé seemed about to say something, Vexen entered the room.

“Haven’t you finished rewriting the Replica’s memories yet?” Vexen said, pressingly. Naminé turned to him.

She cast her eyes down. “I’m still not finished. If the spiral of memories collapses halfway through, perhaps the Replica will also collapse…”

“But, unfortunately, Larxene says that Sora has arrived on the floor.” Vexen tapped on the keyboard in front of the pod. The pod door opened slowly, and the Replica awakened.

x.x.x

Naminé watched the Replica fight Sora, right until the end.

“The heart goes out to him, doesn’t it,” said Axel, from behind her.

Naminé lifted her face, and looked at Axel. A light that made him sense her own will was beginning to form in her eyes.

What is she planning to do…

Axel stared right back at her. “Stop that. We n.o.bodies can never be somebody,” he warned.

Naminé looked down. She was gripping a sketchbook in her hands.

Marluxia, who is planning to manipulate the hero, is doing it right. And the bas.e.m.e.nt crew, who have brought out this Replica in order to compete, aren’t doing it wrong either.

If so, then which one should I, who doesn’t belong to either, make the best use of? In particular the Replica, or the Hero? On top of that, over anyone else, if I don’t make use of Naminé, control of this castle will be impossible.

I’m pretty interested in what Naminé was saying in front of the Replica just before.

“Hey Naminé—there isn’t anything else you can do, is there?”

Naminé turned her face up to Axel, looking frightened.

x.x.x

“Hey—Fake… no, Riku.”

Axel appeared in front of the Replica, who had lost to Sora once again.

He doesn’t have any memories of being a replica any more. He’s so sure that he’s Riku.

“What do you want.”

Sweat ran down his forehead.

He even sweats, even though he’s a doll.

“The Hero was strong, wasn’t he?” smirked Axel, putting a hand on the Replica’s shoulder. “Naminé says that strong’s her type, too.”

The Replica looked down, biting his lip.

Just like a human boy, with a heart.

“What do you think, Riku? Do you want to try getting even stronger?”

“What do you mean.” The Replica looked at Axel with suspicious eyes. Axel threw a card to the Replica. It hit him in the chest, and fluttered to the ground.

That doesn’t have anything to do with memories; it’s the key to a room in Castle Oblivion.

If a card is held up to a door, a new world opens up. It’s only connected to the room Sora is in.

From now on, I’ll guide the Replica, in order to make it a piece under my control, rather than have Vexen pulling the strings.

“If you use this card, you can get even stronger.”

“Why are you helping me,” asked the Replica, staring at the card on the floor.

“Cause I wanna see the Hero defeated too, yanno.”

Even a replica could probably see through a lie like that. But, I don’t care. A replica planted with fake Riku memories should want power, no matter what. Because, that’s what gives this replica’s existence meaning.

“Well, let’s go—Riku.”

Seeming to have made up his mind, the Replica picked up the card.

x.x.x

A room in Castle Oblivion’s upper levels.

The state of affairs was opposite to how it had been after Larxene’s fight with Sora. This time, Larxene was scolding Vexen.

Even as he paid attention to the situation, Axel was watching Naminé, sitting frightened in the corner.

I wonder how much Naminé understands about that Replica.

“Whatcha gonna do, Vexen? You said Riku would listen to you, but where has he gone now? What’s he doing?”