A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory
A far off memory that's like a scattered dream
I want to line the pieces up
Yours and mine

.001 The Awakening

A lone boy slept soundly in his room, not knowing that he was under the watch of someone else - no, two people, to be exact.

"So, I assume that he is supposed to fade away into his other?" asked the hooded one.

"Yes, that is my plan. Do you have any objections?" questioned the bandaged man.

The hooded man remained silent for a few moments before answering.

"No. Anything to get my best friend back."


A lone girl sat in the chair of the snow-coloured room, picking up and putting down crayons endlessly. Yes, all she did was draw but what comes with this talent lies her special ability which is the ability to rearrange the memories of his other's heart and those connected to him and that included the one closest to his heart. She heard a fierce sounding sound of the wind and immediately, she snapped her head up and felt relieved to see only his best friend. There was a silent tension between the two of them. Shining emerald eyes bore into icy blue orbs.

"He's going to go back to his other, isn't he?"

"...Yes. I believe that this is the only way to save him from true non-existance."

She started to pick up her crayons again but she felt his hand burning on her shoulder.

"Of course. I trust you then."



The boy, named Roxas, swiftly turned around and waved to his friends. Two males and a female; one had blonde hair slicked back and brown eyes, the other had hair the colour of dark chocolate and the female had a spunky hairstyle but hair the colour of chocolate. The boy and the other three started running towards each other.

"Hayner! Pence! Olette!"

They met up at the halfway point of the path and started chatting merrily without a care in the world while walking towards the clock tower. When they reached the entrace of the train station, weird vibes coursed their way through Roxas' nerves, making him shiver with nervousness. He quickly turned around, expecting someone to be there but as expected, there wasn't anyone there and questions started running through his mind.

"Roxas," a sing song voice interrupted his train of thoughts. He looked at Olette who was looking back at him with a worried face. "Are you okay? You seem distracted for a moment." He shook his head in denial.

"It's nothing."

"Hey!" A shout came into the conversation. Hayner and Pence came up behind Olette with Hayner saying, "What's holding up you guys?" Roxas once again shook his head in denial, claiming it's nothing until his royal blue orbs trailed to someone behind them. It was when he saw her.

A girl? He inquired to himself but just looking at her suddenly made him feel like that he was alone with her. The moment he saw her, everyone around them disappeared, leaving him indeed alone with her. All he could do was just stare at her like there's no tomorrow.

Who is she? Why does she intrigue me so? What is she doing here? All these questions were running through his mind. Mesmerized, his eyes trailed all over her frail being from head to toe.

She had bleach blonde hair that blended in well with the orange glow that was cast on her, her eyes were an icy cold blue that screamed kindness but loneliness. That sleeveless white dress hugged her figure so well that it showed her curves and she had a pale complexion, making her glow under the sunlight. To Roxas, she looked like an angel that had fallen from the boundless skies but for a moment there, he thought that instead of her, he saw a redhead with the same face clad in purple and white with chunk-sized arm accessories. The eyes were still blue but it was a darker blue instead. A blink of his eyes and he saw her again. She had a smile on her face.

A broken smile, he thought.

"Roxas," she began, her melodic voice floating through the air. "It's nice to see you."