Pant, pant, pant.
Akira was running. She was practically flying. The organization had taken precautions. They closed every single portal leading out, and if she used a dark portal, they'd find her. But- there was one portal.
They were probably already on their way. They knew she was gone. They had to know. Roxas would tell them. And why wouldn't he? He had been brainwashed, just as she had been. But not anymore. She was sane. She knew the truth. And she needed to get herself to Namine. She couldn't disappear.
"Again?!" Axel groaned,tossing the popsicle stick aggressively at the trash can in the rec room. He wiped his hands, stood, and headed to Xemnas's sleeping chamber. Roxas followed behind.
"This time, you're sure?" Axel asked, fixing his hood and hair. Roxas nodded. "Yes, she-she kissed me and then-"
"She kissed you!? And then she left!?!?" Axel shouted.
"Yeah, but- I had to talk to her, and then she kissed me-then poof! She disappeared and-and- AH! I messed up!" He stuttered out. Axel stopped. He raised an eyebrow.
"I swear, i didn't say anything for her to leave…she was leaving anyway!" Roxas defended. Axel sighed and began to walk again.
"This time, you're coming with me."
She was going to regret this. This was an insult to both her and them. She knew that well. And somehow, she knew she wasn't going to get through.
She looked up at the big white doors. A corridor, is what they were called. But it was nothing like those she used for missions. It was made of light, the very light she stupidly ran from. She was a hypocrite. That mouse she had seen a long time ago, he said she could change. Could she? Would she still be accepted? She needed something to bring her back to life. She was going back, back to the beginning. She was running, because she needed to run.
Akira tightened her grip on her keyblade. Keyblade. The name was acid in her tongue. How could she have been so stupid!? The signs, they were all there. How could she had been so ignorant?
Palms sweating, she twirled the thing in through her fingers, then held it in front of her like the others had done before her. She aimed at the middle, and closed her eyes tight. A beam of light ejected from the key's tip, and hit the middle of the doors. Akira opened her eyes.
The doors began to glow bright. Akira turned her head away, squinting at the sudden brightness. It burned her eyes. Had it really worked? Was she really welcome?
As if to response, the doors slowly came open, revealing a shining corridor. It was indescribable, with only one word in her mind: It was light.
And it had quite possibly forgiven her.
I can do this. I can get there in time. I won't disappear. I won't.
I can escape.
Akira tumbled out of the light corridor, and it shut quickly behind her. She brought herself upwards, breathing heavy. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation. She put her hand on her heart, like if they could calm her pulse, then looked at the hand, checking it.
She gasped. Her hands had distorted for the slightest seconds, fuzzing out like a television without a signal. As her hand returned to normal, she balled it into a fist. She quickly got up and ran. She had landed back in Twilight Town, but to her dismay, at the other side of the city. She sped up, and for another second, her entire body fuzzed.
"How is it possible you didn't see this coming!?" Axel asked himself aloud, running through the dark corridor. Roxas ran beside him, panting.
"I'm sorry, its just- she confused me, Ax. It's- it was an accident-"
"Quit playing this down, Roxas! I swear, I can't believe this!" Axel shouted. Roxas cringed. Axel sighed.
"I'm sorry. Okay?" He said, slowing down. Roxas stayed silent.
"Where could she have gone this time?" Roxas asked quietly. Axel didn't answer immediately, thinking.
"Quite possibly…the last place I found her."
The streets were empty. The little trolley that carries the citizens to and from around the town was silent, not a single soul onboard.
Akira ran past the sandlot, the gravel making fog as her boots pounded atop of the ground. She grabbed a post to make a turn, trying not to lose her speed. The wind played with her long black locks, licking the sides of her face.
A million thoughts ran through her head. Roxas's disappointment. Axel's threatening words the last time she ran. Xemnas and Zexion and Saix, their evil plan and threading her in it. She wasn't alone, she had just chosen the wrong path. She needed to find Namine. That girl she'd seen so many times, her light blonde hair and creamy skin messing with her memories. She was the one who could fix her, and if losing herself was the answer, she was ready. She was running out of time, precious time.
The crack in the wall was visible, and that crack led to the forest. She slowed down a bit, bringing her hands together in front of her. Crouching, she went through the crack, swallowed in the darkness of the small forest blocking her destination. Her cupped hands then produced a small spark, and it lit the way. She zig zagged her way through the trees, her breathing the only thing breaking the irreconcilable silence in the air.
Suddenly, she tripped over a rock, and she landed, stomach on the ground. She slid a bit, but stayed still. Her thoughts stopped, and silence filled her. The leaves on the floor rustled, and her hair tried to follow.
She couldn't help it. After holding it in, she broke. The tears welling in her eyes spilled out, and she shouted into the ground, angry and ashamed and sad and relieved all at the same time. Her small crying fest ended quickly, as she wiped her eyes and got back up, dusting herself off. She summoned her keyblade as she neared her destination. The gates were in sight, and she slowed to an abrupt stop. Once again she aimed her keyblade before her, and the procedure repeated. The lock on the gates broke.
And Akira was allowed in.
"She's here." Axel muttered. There were scuff marks on the ground, and fresh gravel dust in the air. Roxas bit his tongue.
Akira walked slowly through the empty courtyard. The grass was fresh with dew, and the shrubs smelled like fresh rain. The stone steps on the ground were hard under boots.
She put her gloved hands on the double doors, feeling the cool mahogany under them. She pushed them open, and they slammed outwards. The wind howled inside this mansion.
Akira removed her hood. She shed her gloves, and threw them on the ground. The mansion around her was old, dirty, and forgotten. The foyer she walked through was alone and abandoned, stray papers flying around with the strange and unknown contact from the outside wind. The foyer led out to two sets of stairs, one leading to a library with no left door, and the other to a room. Akira moved towards the right set of stairs, leading her to the unknown room. The railing was drenched in dust, but Akira could care less.
Akira cringed and looked back, only to see the doors had shut themselves behind her. The room was dark. Bringing her hands together once more, a spark lit her way up the stairs. As she came to the hallway, she saw the two white doors. Those same white doors in her dream. Undoing the fire, she grabbed the two handles with precaution, afraid of breaking them with her nervous grip. She turned the handles, and with a click, they came open. A bright light emanated from the room, yet Akira did not squint. A small voice rang from the inside.
"I was expecting you, sooner or later."
She walked in through the crack of the door, then closed the doors behind her with a soft click.