A Second Chance

Unanswered Questions

This is pretty much where I'm going to start deviating from the plot of KH3. Didn't take long, right? It's almost like I wasn't a fan of the storyline or something XD

[♥]

[YEN SID'S TOWER]

"May your heart be your guiding key."

How long had it been since you've heard that phrase? It brings you back to the carefree days at the Land of Departure, with Ven, Terra, Aqua, and Master Eraqus. Your Master would always grace you with that saying as a fond farewell, a reminder of why you all dedicated your lives to training to be Keyblade Masters. What you wouldn't give to spend just five minutes back there, before your world crumbled...

Yen Sid's eyes meanwhile open, staring at the six heroes standing before him. He wishes that more could join you – especially his old friend Eraqus. But with a very small smile, his gaze lands on you. The only surviving Keybearer from the past. Your appearance in this room is such a blessing, but none of you quite seem to fully recognize the impact of your return to this fight.

It's the official beginning of the end, something he's waited for longer than a decade to come to pass.

"Something on my face?" you ask, noticing the Master is watching you with a strange, almost emotional expression.

"No?" he responds with confusion, not understanding that you're kidding.

"It's... I was joking," you mutter awkwardly as you adjust the suitcase in your hands. "Gonna go get changed, though. Thank you for everything, Master."

"Me too! Thanks!" Sora excitedly adds as he tears out of the room so fast that you swear you see smoke behind him.

"Hey, wait for us!" Donald calls out as he and Goofy follow him.

"At least some of us have energy," Mickey comments, sounding almost impressed, as you shuffle out of the room, dragging the blue suitcase behind you.

You shoot one last glance at an emotionless Riku still standing in the office and watching you before you disappear into the hall, releasing a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

When would you feel completely normal with all of these people?

You hoped soon.

[♥]

You stare at the reflection looking back at you in the mirror. You're wearing an all-black outfit, reaching from your ankles to your forearms. A light brown belt runs along your hips, equipped with potions and ethers. You're wearing boots the same color as your belt, snug and sturdy. The outfit is super light, incredibly flexible and breathable. You look... good. For the first time since your return, you don't totally hate looking at yourself.

You feel... dare you say it... almost like your old self.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you turn around and open the door, shutting off the light as you step out into your room.

"Hey," Riku's voice greets, and you jump in surprise as you glance at the boy who's perched on your unmade bed. "Y'know, it takes, like, two seconds to just pull up the sheets," he adds as he glances down at the tangled mess.

"Do any of you knock?!" you snap as you march forward, unceremoniously ripping at the sheets – jostling a complaining Riku in the process – as you pull them up and sloppily make the bed. "Second time in 12 hours I've walked out of my bathroom and someone's been on my bed," you protest under your breath.