His muscles protested to the movement, and the stiff, cool ground beneath him jarred him further. The steady fall of water on his figure helped in that mission too. Where the hell was he? Why was he there? Who was he? He felt light and, oddly enough, a little off—he couldn't describe the feeling at the moment however. He scrunched his nose and pulled his body into a ball—he was trying to remember why he would be asleep on something hard, and why he was outside. Yes, by this point he realized the sprinkles of water were rain.

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"How are you two here? Why is that-" Even abruptly stopped his expression falling into distress, "Hey, do you think this might be..." He purposely trailed off, too ashamed to finish.

Braig lost his grin, "Well, they say misery does love company." His answer was gruff and devoid of the mockery he had exuded earlier.

"It sure is quiet enough to be Hell, but it seems too peaceful, too welcoming." Dilan stood up and wiped off his dark slacks. Even hesitantly did so as well.

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He felt ill just watching them gather the broken form of Ienzo. What had he done? Xehanort watched the group come back together; he heard their discussion. How he wanted to help them, offer them a place in the abandoned apartments he was currently residing in on the other side of the city. He longed to help them, tell them how to survive in this lonely world, but he couldn't. He couldn't face them.

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He could feel the loneliness this place was immersed in. He could sense the movements of the lesser Nobodies at the edge of his senses and the presence of the heartless. He could feel the energy of the world swirling about him; sometimes it felt overwhelming, but he was slowly coming to accept the strange ability he'd garnered. When he'd first awakened the heightened awareness he had come into possession of had disoriented him for some time. Yet now he could feel the energy weaving about him, through him, manifesting in his system much like the darkness had, but without the clouding side-effects. There was no name for the static energy, but at the moment it was irrelevant to him.

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"What is this place?"

"A place of forgotten, a metropolis of fragments and abandonment. We have no name for it, but the feeling we have of this capital and of us is all too well verbal. This is a city that never should have been and to many, we know, a place that never was."

See I haven't forgotten! Here's a preview into the sequel of this fic, "The Journey Down". All thanks goes to Kiss of the Breeze, for her superior and objective view. These outtakes were chosen by her to tantalize you to the soon-coming fic. Be on the look-out. Tootles for now!