A Good Other

XI

"I'm sorry to entrust this mission to you."

"Please! It's nothing, ------. It's the least I can do."

"Thank you. We both know how important -------- ----- is."

"I swear on my life, even if it means I can never return.

I'll keep it safe."

"[Name]...."

"I swear it."

[Colour] eyes stared at the ceiling of off gray, the walls bled into your vision, a darker blue. Not entirely like a real night sky kind, but a dark navy.

The bed was rather comfortable, so you assumed that you weren't in the hospital. Plus there wasn't any beeping sound. Turning your head to the right, you saw another two beds each with a nightstand beside them. A lamp on each one yet they were all turned off. Light bloomed through the open door way, a hall light must've been on. Blinking slowly, you sat up in bed.

Hissing, you felt agitation and a deep soreness rushing through. Looking down at your legs, you weren't wearing whatever you had put on after the shower but instead oversized slacks. Hesitantly, you rolled up the left pants leg only to find red irritation and faded holes where teeth had gone through. But there wasn't any evidence except for the scars.

Brows knitted together in confusion, there should be bloody bandages there.

It was the same thing on your right ankle.

A knock was on the door, turning your head to saw the black haired girl.

A fleeting smile was on her face. "S-sorry, did I wake you?"

There was a series of questions that you had to ask, but something was telling you that she didn't know anything that you didn't already know. "No, I just woke up. T - thank you for helping me."

Something you said perked her up as she entered and sat on the other bed, turning on the light of the lamp beside your bed. She frowned seeing you wince. "S-sorry! I ... don't like the dark very much."

Her voice was soft and distant, you tried to be encouraging. "With what I know I saw, I don't blame you." Blue eyes clashed with your [colour] eyes. "What did we see?"

A breath was sucked in sharply. "Honestly? I don't think those people out there would want us to remember what we saw." She frowned. "They're called Heartless. They live in the darkness of the world."

Heartless was something that you felt like you knew, but it was hard trying to remember what they were. "My name is [Name], by the way." You watched her smile before tilting her head to the left.

"Xion. my name is Xion."

"Can you walk?" Xion asked, standing up now. You noticed instead of a jacket she was wearing a faded green zip up sweatshirt. The cuffs were the type of dirty of being worn all the time, forced thumb holes were cut into them.

Looking at your legs, you touched one softly and hissed. "I'm not sure."

Xion frowned before crouching down. "Do you know any magic?"

You gave Xion a twisted look, brow raised. "Magic isn't real."

The blue eyed woman smirked before her hand hovered over your ankle first. There was a green glow with a sharp white look underneath it. The angry red and pain disappeared with the scars being left behind. The aura felt warm, it then blossomed in your calf as Xion moved her hand.

Jaw slacked, you felt speechless.

"W-what was that.. ?"

Xion just smiled with a uncaring shrug. "It's called Cura. Someone used Curaja before, I don't think anyone here knows Renew."