(update as of 7/2/11) Holy mother of god it's been forever since I've updated this story. Well, I'm glad to say that this super-long hiatus is finally over. I went through so many stages trying to decide what to do with this story, and finally, I've decided to keep it. And keep writing it. And finish it.

If you're a new reader, hello and welcome to a very depressing story. If you're an old reader, I'm surprised you've stuck around for so long. This is a sequel of sorts to my old story, Organization Sue, though you don't need to have read that one to understand this one. Basically, Roxas played the entire KH series (minus Re:Coded, because when I first wrote this, it wasn't released yet.), and to top it all off he was kidnapped and is now slightly mentally imbalanced. So...umm...enjoy!

P.S Ignore the stupid formatting; FFn doesn't like me.

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Two figures sat across from each other, absorbed in their own activities. The girl lazily sketched out a drawing, while the boy was preoccupied with the device in his hands. Occasionally they would glance up at each other; the girl so she could use him as her model, and the boy to make sure that she hadn't left.

Even though their bodies were young, both barely started on the road to adulthood, their eyes showed that they had knowledge far beyond their years. Both of them had seen the world as they know it shatter around them. Without help, they were forced to pick up the pieces and reassemble it into a place where they could live.

But it wasn't the same.

The girl, having finished her sketch, put it on the table as she got up to retrieve her crayons. She glanced over to her companion. "Roxas? How far are you?"

The boy slowly looked up at her. "Almost done with Ven's story. Then I'm going to Final Episode," he responded. "I should be done in a few hours."

"Alright," she said, calmly smiling as she retrieved favorite drawing tools: 64 crayons in mint condition. They were a present from a friend of hers. A friend...who wasn't here anymore.

Roxas had brought the news to her just a few hours ago. He seemed detached, like the world of his game kept her death from fully sinking in. He kept playing it, muttering about how he promised to give it back when he was done. While he wasn't sure what to do with the silver device (called a PSP, apparently), he knew he had to keep it safe in case she ever returned.

"Hey, Namine?" The sudden break of the peaceful silence made her jump. "What can we do about Xion?"

Namine smiled sadly. Xion was her first real friend. Sure, Sora was kind to her when they met, but she had to tamper with his memories to ensure nobody would figure out her plan. It had worked, since she had succeeded in keeping the Organization alive as well as letting Xion come into existence. Since she had a better control over her powers than last time, she was able to slowly pull Sora's memories out of both Xion and Roxas without sacrificing their existence. Though she feared for Roxas's life in case he ever met Sora.

Unlike Sora, Xion liked Namine, not because she was Kairi's nobody, but because they were friends. Now that one of her closest friends might have been killed before her own eyes, she had pushed away all attempts at comfort and support. Namine wanted to help, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"We can't do anything right now. I think," she paused, searching for the right words to convey her thoughts, "that Xion is the heroine of her own story. Not ours."

Roxas looked at her, momentarily confused, but her words managed to reach him and he nodded, understanding what she meant.

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Roxas smiled at the golden Mickey Mouse icon on the reports screen by Ven's face. Pride at his accomplishment swelled within his chest, right where he thought his heart would be. His lack of a heart wasn't really something that concerned him – he thought he was good enough just as he was, but he decided to help the others get their own hearts.

Except Xemnas, who was a touchy subject. Roxas knew he was evil, but he wasn't sure what exactly he should do about it. Xemnas was the one who made himself and Xion fight to the death, and he was also the one who tried to destroy everything...

In a parallel world. According to Namine (his new favorite source for answers, above even Axel), like regular worlds in the multiverse, there were parallel multiverses. Countless numbers of them exist, each slightly different than its neighbors. In the one he played through, Xemnas was indeed evil.

That's why he was wary of Birth By Sleep's credibility. Sure, the events of Kingdom Hears I did happen, and Sora thought that Chain of Memories happened, but the events of his own game were thoroughly averted. Thankfully - he didn't want to go back to Sora. 'Being whole and meeting his other self' be damned. He liked being Roxas.

In his mind, Ventus was better. He's nicer and less impulsive but just as friendly. Plus he doesn't end up killing everyone he knows. Ven doesn't ruin lives.

Roxas happily loaded his Final Episode file, eager to see what would happen. Where Aqua would take him.

He called Namine over, and she leaned over his shoulder and watched as the file loaded. She wanted to watch what happened too, as opposed to hearing Roxas's spotty account of the events.

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He tried not to drop the PSP in his hands. The pieces, the guesses, the assumption were all falling into place, melding into one solid theory. Now, as the screen showed younger versions of Sora and Riku, both himself and the blonde leaning over his shoulder tried their best not to panic.

It made sense, but at the same time, they wished it didn't.

One of the walls crumbled slightly, just enough for a pair of black ovals to peek out at the blonds.