Nobody

By: Lynxionia

Author's Note: YEAH!! Chapter 4!! OC revealed!! Ok enough talkin' let's get to the story!!

Disclaimers: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any songs I use, but I should…

Chapter 4: Shadows Unveiled

Original's Characters Perspective

He seemed surprised at my words. He was calm and collected until I spoke to him. I could tell that I caught him off guard with my statement, but it had to be said for it was true. I could tell from just looking at him through the dark rain falling around our faces that he was strong. His hood was up and his bangs covered most of his face except for one majestic turquoise eye that looked through his bangs at me with utter amazement. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at him and knew he could not see my eyes, for they were covered. My hood was still up as well and the rain was almost silent as we simply stood in each other's presence.

Yet, even as calming as it was to simply stand, I could feel that we needed to leave the street, else our presence be noticed. I took my gaze from him and looked off to my left and then turned back to his still surprised face. They were coming and I needed to find a way to get us both to a safer place.

For another moment we just stood there and I debated with myself on the coarse of action I should take and decided I had no choice less we fall victim to another Heartless attack.

And so, lowering my head in regret, I softly whispered my apology, "Forgive me." Then, I opened my mind and poured out the darkness within to him full force.

As expected, he suddenly laid his hand on his now aching head and tightly shut his eyes before going down on one knee. Slowly I walked up to him and knelt down on the water-saturated road ready to catch him. He tilted his head up to look at me then uttered two words, before his body fell forward and landed gently in my arms.

Swiftly, I hoisted him up so that my left arm was draped under his knees and my right, around his back. His head laid back and his hands hung limp as I began a quick pace towards the alley ahead of me where my secret place lay hidden from Heartless eyes.

Never would I lose the words he uttered before he fell. And I swore, this one, I would not lose.

"Sora…why?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Riku's Perspective~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

My eyes were open but I couldn't tell the difference from when they were closed. From darkness into darkness was how it seemed until I could finally make out blurred shapes around me. I looked around and tried to make out shapes in my surroundings to make sense of what I was seeing and slowly my focus returned.

I was in a large room with dimly lit lights that held orange flames. Nothing was vivid in color or sharp, but rather everything was warm and soft to the eye with a red hue. The temperature itself was warm and comfortable to my skin and it was the first time that I noticed I no longer had my leather coat on. I held my hand up in front of my face, as I lay on something soft and comfortable. My gloves were gone and I lay my hand on my head. What had happened? I closed my eyes and tried hard to resurface the memories of the events that had taken place, but very few things came to me. I remembered the heartless and a city of lights. There was a fight, a building, and a…figure. My eyes snapped opened when that detailed made itself clear. I remembered the person saying something to me and then the darkness came.

"I see you chose the light." That was what the figure said to me, but how would they have known about my decision? Then the pain in my head came and the person knelt down next to me and just knelt there waiting. As I lay there on what was a bed, I breathed evenly and calmly. I needed to find out where I was before I could answer these other questions. With my mind now quieted down, a sound registered around me. It was a sweet sound with a cool tone. As I listened closer, I could make out a melody and the words that followed it.

I'm standing on the bridge.

I'm waiting in the dark.

I thought that you'd be here by now.

Where were they coming from? I looked left then right but no one was there. Yet the words continued to go on with its soothing sound. The sound was smooth and even, with a warm glow that seemed to float around the room.

There's nothing but the rain,

No footsteps on the ground,

I'm listening but there's no sound.

I tried to sit up but a pain went through my body, the singing stopped and was replaced by a warm voice coming from my right. I turned my head to see a black form in the shadows.

"Lay still."

A hand reached out and gently pushed my shoulder back down onto the feather soft pillow beneath me. I lifted my eyes to look into the still covered face of the mysterious figure I had encountered before. Their eyes were still covered and their hood was still up making it impossible to see the person's face in the dim light. Then, they walked away again to a small washbowl off to the right of the bed. They dipped a cloth into the liquid and rung it out. Slowly they approached me and reached out with cloth in hand to my shoulder. I moved away before the wet material could touch me, but in doing so, a pain went through my shoulder and once again they spoke.

"It won't hurt as much if you don't move."

Their voice was low and seemingly untrusting, but the warmth they generated made me less afraid to obey and slowly I moved back to where I had originally been laying and let the person continue their work. They gently laid the warm cloth on my skin, which I found was bare. Their hands were gentle as they smoothly cleaned my shoulder although it stung through the process.

I looked at them the entire time and watched their work on cleaning my shoulder, that I could now tell was injured in some way. When they finished, the cloth returned to its bowl and they reached for a bandage next to it. Turning back towards me, they lifted me to a sitting position and began to wrap the wound tightly.

I cringed only once while they wrapped and they simply said, "Sorry." And continued their work. When all was complete, they laid me back down and walked away. After they had left I touched my bandaged shoulder and then looked over to where the person had disappeared. What was going on? Why was this person helping me?

Suddenly they appeared out from behind a door carrying a tray. I couldn't see the contents of what they carried, but they continued to walk towards me. When they were near enough, I noticed that they were carrying food and they set it down beside me on the end table. Then they reached out again and helped me sit upright before speaking, "You must be hungry."

They picked up the tray and laid it on my lap then just stood there and waited. I looked down at the food and couldn't deny the hunger that plagued me. So, I reached down and began to eat it with true thankfulness for what they had given me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see them smile before once again walking away.

I finished the food and they came to take it away. I had the greatest urge to ask them a few questions, but I struggled to ask them in a way that wouldn't seem rude. But I must know, who is this person?

The next time they came back they said they were going to change the bandage on my shoulder, but as they reached out I covered my shoulder with my hand and they stopped.

"I won't hurt you." Their tone seemed reassuring, but I had to ask my question first.

"Who are you?"

The persons hand pulled back completely before they spoke again and then answering my question with one of their own, "You wish for my name?"

I slowly nodded my head and continued to look at their still covered face while I waited for their reply. But that wasn't the only thing I wanted to know, or rather see. "Let me see your face."

They seemed surprised for a moment before they smiled at me and answered, "I suppose you deserve to know."

They brought their black-gloved hands up to the sides of their hood and pushed it back to reveal the most enchanting sight I had ever seen. Their hair held a sparkling white color that almost looked like shining silver. It came down to about the middle of their thigh and hung around their shoulders perfectly. The lights around us seemed to glow brighter and illuminated the almond tone of the person's skin. Majestic. It was the only word that even came close to describing their appearance. Yet, now that their hood was off, the details that had been hidden from sight before shown bright and it was the first time that I realized that this person was a woman.

Her eyes were still covered and it wasn't a complete image without them, but I wasn't about to offend her. I still had a lot of questions to ask and things just kept getting more and more interesting.

"Does this satisfy you?" She tilted her head to the side in question and I had to collect my thoughts before I answered her.

"Some what but..." I gestured towards her again and asked my question again, "Who are you?"

She smiled slightly and replied, "To those who call me by name, I am Weiß Schatten."

I knitted my brow and stared at her, what did she say? "Weiß Schatten?"

She nodded her head once and her hair fell neatly to cover one side of her face casting strange highlights on her face, as if her hair could reflect the orange glow the candles produced. "It means White Shadow. The name was given to me long ago."

I thought about the name for a few minutes. I looked at her and saw why she was given the name, for a white shadow she was; the name was perfect for her. "Weiß Schatten, it suits you." The words escaped me before I knew I was saying them. I took a sharp intake of breath that wasn't very loud but was evident in the warm silence.

But, she simply smiled and spoke softly, "Thank you, but it really isn't that wonderful. Now let's see to that bandage."

She reached for me again with her gloved hands and I instinctively evaded her hand. I cursed myself on the inside as I saw her face fall at my action and she tried once again to reassure me, "I told you before, I mean no harm."

I still had question I needed answering before I could be sure to trust her completely. "Why are you helping me? How can I be sure that you…aren't one of them?"

She let out a light sigh, turned her back to me and walked to a chair at the left of the bed. I watched her carefully not sure of what she was going to say, but what she did say somewhat surprised me. "How can I be sure of the same?"

I lowered my eyes at her words; she had a point, for I really didn't have any right to be so untrusting. Besides, she did help me defeat the Heartless, why had I been so rude? I mentally scolded myself and spoke my apology, "Forgive my rudeness. I have no right to be so judgmental. I simply don't understand what's going on…and I…"

"No, it was very impolite of me to assume that you would be trusting. But I promise you that I am only here to help you, for we are both fighters in the same battle." She interrupted me firmly but with sincerity. She turned back towards me before sitting down in the chair. Her long hair fell around her face, masking it slightly from the dim illumination of the small room. It was strange how different she looked when her hood no longer hide their face. Some how, her hair lit up her skin with its silver hue. Her eyes were still covered by the blindfold, so I had to judge her feelings through her words and gestures. The black quality of her blindfold greatly contrasted her hair color and the effect was interesting.

"Tell me, why are you helping me?"

Another sigh and then the answer, "Because you are the first living soul I have seen in years. And we are both in a battle to bring an end to the Heartless that plague our worlds." Her voice grew low at her next words, "I have seen to much death in this place and I don't think I can stand anymore."

Her words were strange to me. She was obviously ready to fight from her display earlier in the city square. Yet, I could sense something within her that was aching for something, but I could not decipher what it was. It was like a waterfall that fell into nothing and had no end. She had need for something, but what?

"Now, you tell me, who are you?"

I realize then that I hadn't yet told her my name. "I am Riku. Nothing more and nothing less."

"Riku, it suits you well."

"It is but a simple name."

Weiß breathed in slowly before she whispered into the air, "Is being simple really so…terrible?"

The words were spoken to no one in particular and I knew she expected no answer so we just sat there in the dim light and spoke not a word for a long moment in time before another question plagued me. Finally I could no longer hold it down and my voice cut through the silence like a dagger. "What are you?"

She lifted her head towards me and spoke soft, gentle words, "Am I not what you are?"

"Yes, but you seem…different somehow. Where do you come from?"

"This city is my home and birthplace. Never have I left the borders of these dark towers." Her voice was low and the orange flame of the candles around us reflected off her almond cheeks.

Suddenly, she arose from her seat and approached me. And there, in this small, dimly light room she extended her hand, palm up, and slowly removed the black glove from it. And out from the glove, emerged a hand of the same skin tone as her face. Then, with her still gloved hand she reached out for my hand and held it up so that my palm was facing her and my fingers were spread. And in that moment, the strangest thing happened. Weiß lifted her naked fingers up to mine and put them so that they barely touched me, but that they matched up. Mine were slightly bigger than hers but they still held the same form.

Her fingers were warm and smooth to the touch and all I could do was stare at them while she spoke so quietly that even I almost didn't hear "Does the same warmth that runs through your hands not run through mine?"

After her statement she let go off my hand and re-gloved her bare one before turning and saying, "You need to rest if you wish to heal."

Then, Weiß left the room with no further words. But even with her physical presence gone, I could see her shadow where the lights now flickered on the wall. I continued to stare at my hand she had touched and slowly I lifted my other hand to trace my finger. I then laid back down onto the bed and let my head rest on the pillow. Warmth? What did she mean by that? This Weiß was definitely a strange person, but something about her was interesting. I found myself wanting to know her more and maybe then I could find answers to my questions. But that could wait until tomorrow and with that last thought running through my mind, I let my eyes drift closed and sleep took over.

Next-Chapter 5: Raining Tears

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