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The landing that had, for a very short time, been the best view of the manufactured Kingdom Hearts the castle had to offer was rarely used for anything of value. That said, it was only by some whim that Xemnas had decided to visit, hoping to have some time alone in the cool night air. The idea that he might find someone already there hadn't occurred to him, and less that that someone might be his far elder, apparently enjoying tea alone. Approaching, he sensed that he may be intruding. Xemnas had quite a bit of respect for the man, but a modicum of well-exercised caution was to be had in his presence, even with his status. It could be a fine line to walk between the two, but Xemnas had the benefit of his position, and knew how to perform this balancing act, in theory. His quiet reverence of the other wouldn't allow him room for error. "I hadn't realized there was anyone here," he said, once he was comfortably within earshot. "Am I interrupting? I had simply hoped to get some fresh air." reforza

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"The Darkness in the Back of Your Mind"

He had been letting the darkness in bit by bit. Each fight, he grabbed it, willing it to do what he needed it to. It was a tool he was willing to use. A means to an end. Soon enough, he was able to make the doorways again, though not to the realm of darkness. The next step gave him his ability to sense its intent, its presence. His strikes were coated in both light and dark, and his physical capabilities were aided subtly by the shadows, making him faster, stronger, more resilient.

He hadn’t even noticed it growing, balanced as it was with his light, but he was well aware of when the icy touch of one of the seekers of darkness. Ansem had arisen out of his heart again, and he clamped his hands down hard on Riku’s heart. Riku had been in the middle of a fight, his keyblade cutting through the heartless with a practiced ease. That came grinding to a halt, the heartless pausing thanks to the odd feeling of darkness surging from the keyblade master and the call of one of their masters. Riku paused, because he suddenly found himself at war for his own heart and body.

Ansem’s control of the darkness came into direct conflict with Riku’s maturing darkness, and the keyblade master found them evenly matched. Riku struggled and stuck, trying everything he could in order break away from the man. He had done this before after all, had managed time and again to drag Ansem to the light. It wasn’t as easy this time. This time Ansem held the advantage of surprise and immersion into the darkness. Riku found himself losing himself to the Seeker.

He hated that fact. He resented the weakness he was showing, his inability to continue to be victorious. He pulled himself back, as he had before, preserving his heart against the onslaught. He had no fear when staring into the darkness that was being used against him, but it was simply more than he could fight all at once. The darkness had crept through his whole being, changing him, and they were all flowing with Ansem, infecting all of his limbs like some sort of disease. He could fight it off, but he had to start small.He had to start off with something simple. He could preserve himself, stave off being completely lost like the last time. His heart had stayed true and whole, but he had lost his body to Ansem. This time, he locked himself away in a way that would keep him within the body, just as Ansem did to him. He would stay with the man, the light of the deepest darkness. He would bide his time. His strength would be gathered and he would throw himself at Ansem, forcing him out.Only, he wouldn’t take so long. If they were so evenly matched while Riku was distracted, there would be no chance for Ansem to resist when he struck back. It would be quick. Let him believe he won, and soon he would be purged.

He could feel his limbs being moved. He could feel the twisted expression on his own face as Ansem gloated in his victory. The rumble of his voice when laughter began to escape his lips. The intrusion, the violation! Riku let some of his rage show, to keep with the illusion, but he would keep himself back. He would never allow this to ever happen again. He would guarantee that he had no chance to repeat the action again. Focusing inward, he harbored his strength, drawing each piece away from his body and into his heart.

Ansem wouldn’t notice. He was too involved in his own sense of victory. He had not noticed Riku preserving himself the first time, and he was focused beyond Riku know. The man was simply assured that he had secured the thirteenth vessel for his master, and was focused on the task. He did not check to assure his victory was complete, though if he did, he wouldn’t be able to tell. He’d merely think Riku struggled in vain. Let him think that way. Riku would have his chance.

His focus returned to the outside world when he saw Xehanort. Master Xehanort was here, observing his moment. The others were gathered. Riku had better luck that he had expected with this one. He had not expected it so soon, though it was great. Riku could end this quickly, instead of continuing to feel Ansem inside of him, puppeting his every move. The silverette continued to wait. He waited for the position to be set. He waited for Xehanort to draw nearer to him. Riku waited for the moment that would be best.

That moment would dawn on him, with the connection of Xehanort’s heart to his being. The placement of the thirteenth piece within his chest brought about a stronger feeling of violation, a tearing at his soul he had not expected, but it didn’t matter. Not now. Now all that mattered was the consequence. Xehanort gestured to have the newest vessel approach him, and Riku let the body move, drawing closer. He knew he peered out from yellowed eyes, he knew his body was physically changing to better suit Xehanort. In this moment, Riku made his move. All the light, the darkness, the limitless energy he had gathered in his heart, it all came surging to the surface, and despite Xehanort’s will being imposed, despite the fragment of Xehanort inside of him declaring the body no longer his, Riku fought his way free. Yellow went back to blue, and the sliver brows came down in a sharp furrow. A crazed smile twisted his lips upward, even as his arms opened up. "Guess what Xehanort." He offered in a low, haughty tone, his energy billowing around him in a volatile frenzy, contained only by his concious will. "You lose." Riku brought his arms back together, Soul Eater forming in his hands as they came to his chest. The blade rammed home, burying itself in his chest. Riku promised he would never become one of those. He would never allow himself to be taken again. With his fading consciousness, he let that storm of energy lash out, and Riku trusted that with his end, he would weaken Xehanort just a fraction, because he was dragging that part of that heart to hell with him.

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Who am I? Where did I come from?

Most people would be able to answer questions like these with ease, but a man with no past finds great difficulty in recalling something so simple. He has nothing but a name to live by -- effectively a blank slate -- and that fact alone is greatly troubling to the young Apprentice.

Everyone has an identity from which to draw particular aspects of their personality, but Xehanort's rather lacking memory gives him little to work with. He can be cold and distant at times, missing out on social cues and oftentimes feeling trapped and alienated by the world in which he's confined... But at the same time he can be profoundly naive and curious, sights stretched far beyond the borders of this tiny place. It is for this exact reason that he excels in the pursuits of science, constantly dissatisfied with the unknown and always left wanting to know more.

What secrets can be unlocked from the Heart? Where do the Heartless -- and the Darkness that causes them -- fit into the grand scheme of the Universe as a whole?

Just what will happen if these creatures manage to creep their way beyond the mysterious door he'd unlocked such a short while ago? Like the Hearts that were swallowed to create these shadowy beings, can the Heart of an entire World be consumed by Darkness?

What becomes of it then?

Questions, questions...

As always, there is much for the apprentice to ponder upon, but answers seem to evade him at every turn-- And now, he has suffered the greatest betrayal of all, one that threatens to halt his research altogether...

Master Ansem, the very man who took him in and nursed him back to health when he was left teetering on the borders of life and death -- a man whom he greatly respected and admired -- has denied him the right to obtain the knowledge that he so desperately needs. He, the very same person who set his work in motion, now sees fit to turn back on his promises and rob his finest apprentice of the only thing he has in this wretched world!

Xehanort has always known it would come to this eventually, that Ansem lacks the courage to find the truth with a heart so fearful of what lay in the dark. So it is that he now plans to rid himself of the one holding him back, infuriated by the elder sage's display of cowardice and total disregard for progress.

It is at this point that a voice beckons him from the Darkness that lingers within the walls of his laboratory, urging him along like an adult might call for a lost son. He's never heard it before, he's sure... But then why does it possess some kind of vague familiarity? Is it a memory long forgotten from his past life, or something locked away in his subconscious, still present even unbeknownst to him?

"Who are you!?"

It's more of a demand than anything, a hand clenching at the fabric where his weary, aching heart must surely rest within his own chest.

Oh, he grows so tired of asking questions...

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Riku listened to the older keyblade bearer, noticing the assumption that Riku would have turned to darkness anyway. That he would have made the plunge into the shadows regardless if his reasoning to do so was missing. Riku wasn't so sure about that fact. Would he have grasped at an alternate idea? Would he have found a different excuse, or would the different circumstances meant he could have more easily been able to fulfill his destiny as a keyblade bearer of light? Knowing what he did now of they keyblade, Riku knew that falling to darkness had been a meaningless plunge, unnecessary when he would have developed the skill later to travel between worlds. It hurt, but Riku admitted he might have later been tempted. It was impossible to say now though. His fall had been consensual, if ignorant. Xehanort was right in saying that Riku was lucky to come back up from his dive into the darkness, but it had changed him. Stained his heart in a way he could never wash away. He was lucky enough to have gained forgiveness from those he had wronged and one day he would earn what he had been gifted. Riku then listened to Xehanort's part about making a world like a black and white painting, and his silver brows came together in a concerned furrow. It didn't make enough sense. Especially with what he followed up with, that not everyone would need to be perfectly balanced. "You say you want to make a world with only light and dark, the purest essence of both, but then say they can both be within one? How does that make any sense?" The newest keyblade master gestured towards the ball of light summoned by Xehanort. "Try to feed darkness into that without them rejecting and smothering one another. It would take a lot of energy and eventually end up grey when at peace." "A world like that would be constantly in conflict, warring with itself. They'd be like oil and water, blended together to start, but separating from one another because of their differences, until your balanced painting is all darkness on one end, and light on the other. Then you in the middle, too light to be dark, too dark to be light, get crushed between the clash. Unacceptable to either because of your ability to be the other. " "The world works because it is grey scale, from the brightest lights, to the deepest darkness. Everyone falls somewhere in between, and because we hold that in our hearts, there is a similarity that creates the basis for the bonds we create." Riku dropped the hand he had lifted to his chest as he spoke, determined to prove to Xehanort how much of a fool he was being. Thats when the last part of what Xehanort was saying broke in. "There is always a light, no matter what. There is never such thing as too late. Within the deepest darkness rests the brightest light of all. Sora is one of my guiding stars, yes," Riku's tone changed, to one more hostile, "And you will never have him!" The newest keyblade master declared with a snap, his hand coming down in an animated manner.

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Where to begin? The mun is a wonderful person, and I enjoy talking to them. The muse is excellently written, and his power is not abused. I still loathe the character on principle, but isn't that a sign that you've made the perfect bad guy? They're supposed to be hated. Not loved or sympathized with, and in today's media, all too often we are given villains who are entirely too easily sympathized with. Xehanort as a character is fucking amazing at breaking this mold, for me, personally, at least. And the writer of this one in particular? Absolutely top. If you're not already following them, I highly recommend that you do.

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