When Darkness Turns to Light

No Feelings, No Attachments . . . Right?

Recappy from the Last Chappy: She shook her head. Her hand went over her heart's place. There still was no beat.

It must have been the memories again.

Scowling speculation, she continued to pick up more kunai.

Still . . . it felt more manifest than that "excitement" the King had mentioned to her

Chapter Three: No Feelings, No Attachments . . . Right?

Although it did not take Hikari long to finish collecting her kunai, she did not immediately return with her prizes like an obedient puppy. The thoughts that she had been having while performing the task were a little too contradictory toward one another for her to ignore.

On the one hand, she wanted to ditch this world. As she patrolled the area, there was no sign of a face familiar to her-not from the world in which she was born nor the one she had taken refuge in; it had happened upon her that she had not found Donald or Goofy after she had told them to proceed ahead.

She was unconcerned. In truth, she wanted to leave without them, and leave the Keyblade Wielder behind-partly. It would suit her more to voyage independently, for she would not bother with frivolous world affairs and would already be embarking to the next world.

Without a heart, there are no feelings, no attachments. Solely thoughts, speculations, and conjectures.

On the other, King Mickey had expressed generosity toward her for the passed three years since she had appeared at Disney Castle. Although she felt nothing from it, memory served her that she should feel appreciation, and therefore expressed that with loyalty. To abandon Sora, Donald, and Goofy would be traitorous and disloyal.

If I wanted to leave, I probably should've brought Akamaru with me, too.

Also, despite that he currently seemed of utter uselessness, she was hesitant about leaving the Keybearer behind. For an odd reason aside from loyalty to the King, that is. The thought of detachment from him stirred something within her-within the cavity of her chest, specifically. Like she seemed to be doing so often lately, she would then place her hand over that spot, and meet with the expected result: no beating; no heart.

Another anomaly to be solved.

Whilst pondering these mysterious occurrences, she dawdled through First District. The Heartless seemed to stay away from this part of Traverse Town, despite that many people and Moogles littered the place. "Moogles," she had come to discover, were small pink creatures with tiny red wings, a big red nose, and a red orb on the end of an antennae atop their heads. They ran the Item Synthesis Shop on the second floor of the Accessory Shop.

She ducked into the store last named when she saw a certain pink-haired kunoichi exiting her Item Shop. A disruption of conjecture by Sakura was not a favorable option, at the moment-in verity, ever.

"Welcome to Cid's Accessory Shop! If you're not a customer-git out!"

Hikari turned her head toward the counter. Behind it was a man, probably in his fifties with grey hairs amongst the dirty blonde spikes. The hairs also speckled his chin in both colors, among a wrinkle or crease or two, and a long toothpick stuck out of his mouth. Goggles were across his brow, above his blue eyes, and he also wore a white T-shirt, blue pants tucked into black boots, and an orange band surrounded his abs. The shirt was tight enough to show muscle. She assumed him to be Cid.

"I could be. If your product's any good. What do you sell here?"

"Necklaces, rings, bracelets, anklets, chains . . . accessories. Can be used fer style, and each one has different attributes that help in battle. Prices vary as the attributes do," Cid answered.