Dark Road || Xehanort x Reader (x Various)

Memory Recollection || Chapter 4

(My iPad isn't working and it won't turn on and now I'm genuinely upset.)

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"Gosh! I'm so tired! I'm so glad it's recess break now!"

"C'mon, you didn't do much to begin with."

"Well, that just leaves me more room to improve, right?"

"Yeah, yeah."

I sigh at the conversations I'm picking up on.

If I'm gonna stick with these people I'm gonna have to improve on my social skills. No more unnecessary profanity and I won't be a bitch.. If I can even continue to manage that. Hopefully I'll hone these capabilities within a few days or even weeks. I actually want to be successful but I have a feeling a 'team effort' will be essential for this shi- I mean academy.

My personality is pretty difficult to cope with, I even hate myself for it too. I couldn't bother giving a genuine smile or laugh even if I wanted to. All that's left is a cold bitch of a girl who is also.. a bitch.

Truthfully, making my way to voluntarily talk to people is genuinely hard unless they come to me instead. Everyone else has either known each other prior to signing up to this academy or is just unbelievably good at socialising. Me on the other hand, I don't know anyone. I don't even remember what my childhood was like to socialising or having friends. The only thing I remember is...

...

Wait, what do I remember?

I can recall being with my mother for 5 years. 5 years? That's when I realise. Where have I been for the past 10 years over those 5 years then? Why can't I remember? Why do I feel like I'm actually not the person I am now? Why am I suddenly becoming so angsty? (Yeah no, I'm questioning this as well like this is going from 0 to 100 real quick.)

I snap out of my bombardment of questions when I accidentally bump into someone. It was one of the taller classmates with dark blue hair. I don't think I've caught his name. Probably have, probably haven't. My memory is shit after all.

"Oh hey. [Y/N], right? We've never been properly introduced." He gives a forced smile. "I'm Hermod. Nice job out there in that lesson." Hermod reaches out a hand for me to shake. I could tell he was somewhat nervous since his hand was shaking slightly, but at least he's making an effort to bother talking to me since I bumped into him.

"Thanks. You too." With that, I shake his hand walk away. I'm betting he wasn't expecting a response like that seeing as he froze for a few seconds.

'I'm too tired for this shit.'

Instead of attending the cafeteria, I make my way towards the class, already knowing that I didn't pack anything and since I wasn't that hungry. This'll be bad for my health but I don't care.

"[Y/N]." It was Master Odin addressing me. I stop and turn my head with a look that spoke for itself. 'What is it?'

"There's something I want to ask of you. Follow me, please." He gestures with a wave of his hands, walking towards the classroom. 'I was going there anyway.' I begrudgingly comply to his request. "I know you aren't going to the cafeteria." I widen my eyes. "So, I will be asking you now where there won't be anyone to eavesdrop." He puts emphasis on the word 'eavesdrop.' Is he implying something?

After a few minutes of walking a couple of stairs, we arrive at our classroom. He opens the door and gestures me to enter first. I do so and he then walks in.

"Take a seat." Master Odin sits in front of his desk and clasps his hands together on the table. He looks at me expectedly as I push out a random seat forward and sit, not expecting the best out of this.

"What is this about?" I ask with a surprisingly passive voice; not the most respectful but not the most harshest either.

"I was meaning to ask you about your behaviour."

"You think I'll comply?"

"Yes." I blink in surprise.

There was a moment of silence for me to think about what I want to say before I sigh.

"..I wasn't born like this." The Master raises a surprised but curious eyebrow of his exposed eye and gestures his hands for me to continue.

Since I had a hunch about my for-some-reason bitchy personality and the lack of remembrance of my childhood- I might use that. "I had a few thoughts." He nods. "I want to succeed in this institution, but it's my personality that's shitting on my progression. You must've noticed."

"Yes, indeed I have. I must say, I was curious as to why you decided to pose such character with passive hostility. An interesting choice." I glower at him.

"It wasn't my choice to begin with, Master." My eyes have a slight shimmer in them. (I read this in Vanitas' voice lmao) "I don't remember my past, I can only remember the last 5 years of my life. The rest of my childhood since birth is all a blur so I don't remember jack shit." His eyes widen.

"Your-"

"I'm 'trusting' you with this, alright? If you're that much of a Master then I'll say this but tell anyone else then you'll wish you haven't." I threaten. 

"I don't intend to."

"..My memories. I don't know why but I never gave them much thought until today. My life has been full of shit from what I can recall, but that's when I realised I couldn't remember the first 10 years of my childhood; only the last 5."

"Your family and friends?"

"I don't know! My moth- actually- I mean," I stand up. "I can't speak of this matter, yet." Master Odin carefully observes my expression like a hawk. He must be trying to see if I'm hiding anything else besides my backstory.

"...Very well. However, by then, I need you to talk to me about it." I remain silent "Apprehending that this matter regards the safety of my pupils is comprehensible within my understanding of your situation. I need to know what's going on. I am a Master with justification. I am not here for entertainment." This guy... Now partially has my respect, but I'll need evidential proof that he'll remain truthful to his words before I can have faith in him.

After a few moments, I utter out a lie. "Fine, but don't expect me to remember."

"Perhaps if you don't then I will."

"I doubt it." With that, I turn and walk away to my seat. The recess break is almost over so it'd be stupid to leave only to come back in. 

I hid a deeper meaning within that 'I doubt it', I wonder if he'll be able to identify it with that 'wise' brain of his. 

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At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm rushing this story just to get to the official Dark Road episode. I don't know if that's just my paranoia or that's literally the case. I'm not good with reader origins but I won't spoil anyone because I have an idea as to what I should do.

Btw, voting and commenting really helps to keep me motivated to continue writing, so please vote or comment if you're willing to read more chapters. I do feel disappointed when someone views them but not contribute to any options.

It might seem selfish but I'm spending so much time on my ass just to write these, and if there aren't any votes then there won't be a bigger audience gain. As a 14 year old writer, I really need these contributions.

Sorry again if I seem selfish, but think of this in a writer's point of view. I've spent over 6 hours writing and deleting drafts, drawing and erasing things to keep this story- in a way, 'consistent'. It's difficult but I still choose to do it because I want to. But seeing no one voting can be a bit disappointing and demotivate me. If there are problems I should fix then comment a bit of criticism!

Sorry, I ranted a bit too much. :P

Apologies for any grammatical errors.