The Thirteenth

Chapter 2

A/N:

This last part will probably make this plotline feel very unfinished to you. I know it does for me; seriously, I wish I could make this an actual story.

But I hope you enjoy this last chapter anyways.

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The Thirteenth  –  Ch. 2

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“I’m asking you, as a friend... Just... put an end to me.”

[ ... ]

“Giving up already? Come on, Sora. I thought you were stronger than that.”

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Sora let out a low groan, an intense headache pulsing in time to the beat of his heart. He felt terrible — his limbs disconnected, floppy and lifeless, his mind like squishy goo. There was absolutely nothing beyond those sensations, not even a stray thought.

Trailing off into vagueness, Sora simply floated, neither consciously aware of anything nor truly insensible.

It was like being on the edge of sleep.

He continued to drift like that for what probably felt like a long while, but was in reality only several minutes. What had originally disturbed him in his stupor eventually did so again.

This time, Sora became aware long enough to partially realize his situation, and he began to struggle against the thick fog clouding his mind.

For a few moments, it seemed that he would be overpowered, but Sora refused to let it happen. So he used his memories against it.

He used the memory of a taste that was both salty and sweet, with stone as his seat and a sunset rivaling all others before it.

He used the memory of a sea breeze and the sound of waves lapping against a shore, the smooth feel of a paopu fruit in his hands.

He used the memory of being content, of hanging out with his friends — him and the other two so close, they could have a whole conversation without saying a word.

The blank fog crumbled under the onslaught as easily as taking a knife to butter, and Sora surfaced from the world of sleep for the first time since the beginning of his Mastery exam.

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Sora realized that someone was carrying him.

Blinking his eyes open, he could see nothing except the back of a black cloak. He then quickly took inventory of the rest of his senses and came to the conclusion that he was being carried over the shoulder, stomach down and head facing the back. It wasn’t very comfortable.

There was the sound of an explosion, and his ride jerked to one side. Sora tensed, trying not to fall off, as he saw fire flare out of the corner of his eyes.

Oh, and he was apparently the object of some epic chasing.

“Finally awake?” a familiar voice asked him, and Sora unthinkingly attempted to look over in surprise. His carrier grunted. “Stop moving. It’s hard enough carrying you as it is.”

“Sorry.” He flopped back down, hating that he couldn’t see anything important. “But... Roxas?” Sora blurted, extremely confused. “What in the worlds is going on?”

There was a snort. The sounds of battle began to recede into the distance as they escaped through what felt like random alleyways. “What, you don’t know?” Roxas asked.