Mystifying Woods [Open]

It was fairly certain that nothing was going to expectations, not that she had any at this point. She just felt fatigued entirely at this point for her mind to be looking for answers. Her mind was flowing with inconsistent memories and gaps that were all just a blur, she barely knew who she was but anything other than that happened to be completely unknown to her. But one thing that fuelled her, made her limp her way into the unknown woods was the memory of a blonde boy whom possessed a confused yet loss face. She didn't know why but there was this feeling inside her that told her that he was somewhat important and quite likely holding the keys to why her whole memories were completely dishevelled.

But the situation wasn't an ideal one, she could barely keep tabs on where she was and where she was going, the throbbing pain in her head was likely causing her to walk around in circles rather than making any progress. Perhaps it would of been better to rest at that empty mansion and recuperate herself but she was desperately searching for an answer, for something that would unravel the mysteries unknown to her. Halt in her steps, as her arms rested betwixt her chest, as she panted in and out to recover her lost breath before allowing the said hand to tremble to her forehead. "Nnnh." the female flinched, feeling as if she possessed a migraine from the state that her mind was in. She couldn't help but bring a long downcast gaze to the scenery of the untamed grass that lurked below her, moving ever so gently in the light breeze. 'Just... just what should I do.' she desperately thought to herself, knowing quite well that she wouldn't be able to think of an answer. It looked like her only choice at the current point was to endure this tough challenge that life had thrown at her.

Footsteps on cobblestone ground his his ears and gave him a strange sense of homesickness. How was it possible to experience that sensation in the place one called home? The question was reeling inside of his thoughts, making it impossible for him to concentrate on just about anything else. A gentle hand reached out to the side, pressing against the rough stone wall, blue eyes looking upward at the clock tower in existence. He hadn't a clue on where to begin to look for his others friends in the Organization, but he had a hunch as to where a specific Nobody might reside.

Namine was always keen on making sure the White Room inside of the Mansion past the forest was covered in lively drawings, brimming with life and memories, some of them happy, some of them not so much. Roxas had decided that was his best bet, and maybe the witch would know more about this odd situation. Namine was usually keen on storing information, as she had been able to tell him a multitude of rather unpleasant things in the past... But he didn't blame her for that - it had to be done, in the end.

Passing through the large crack in the wall, the former Organization member began to weave through the trees, oceanic gaze peering upward at the breaks in the leaves, the twilight's glimmer peeking through and glazing over his skin. He took in a deep breath, the greenery creating a pleasant aroma that couldn't be matched. It reminded him so much of when he, Hayner, Pence and Olette would rampage through the town and hide from Seifer, laughing about how they second-bested him and had defeated him in their everlasting "war." It was sad to think that so much had happened even at that point.. Things had seemed so peaceful, so simple, so ideal. But, in reality, Roxas was the missing link of a very important group, one that had been going around and screwing up the worlds' balance and selfishly altering everything in their favor. Or rather, just Xemnas - the rest of the members were just as clueless as he used to be.

And, to an extent, he still was. Why did they reform, again?

Ugh.. He didn't even want to think about it.

He heaved a gentle sigh, turning his line of vision back to directly in front of him, and into view in the distance, there was a small form, one that looked a little too familiar to be comfortable. He squinted, though the shadows of the trees were hiding it from his vision. He took a few steps foward, struggling to make sense of what he was looking at, and once he got close enough to see the structure of the body, something inside of him clicked. He saw the black hair, the small, petite figure, the way she carried herself...

"Xion." He said it quietly at first, the name rolling off of his tongue with ease, though the sound of it made him.. Sad. "Xion!" He called again, this time not speaking to himself and rather to the girl in front of him to get her attention.

Just please.. Please don't let this be a sick dream.

Heaving herself through the unknown woods, only letting her instinct being a guide to where she would be led as it seemed subconsciously that she knew where she was but her instincts and memories weren’t matching up. Even though these inconsistences provided to be an inconvenience at the current time at least she had some sort of compass to follow during these troubling times. Whilst her mind would continue to go through a state between pain and bewilderment each time that she views something which may be remotely familiar, which currently included everything within this forest for what it seems, for a brief moment of time she would be able to see a shadow in the distance moving amongst the green scenery as she brought her head to a turn. Given her state however, upon losing sight of that said shadow she disregarded the sight as something that she may of simply imagine given that her mind wasn’t fully focused, if it were to be false then there was a chance it was just a simple critter scuttling around. Warding her mind off the subject as she ignored what she saw completely, a couple of steps upon brambles of branches and leaves before something completely brought her movements to a complete halt.

"Xion!"

It was spoken words, a voice but more importantly those that belonged to a person. But even that wouldn’t be a cause for an abrupt halt in steps, what was the cause however were the result of two factors. The first factor being the singular word that was spoken, specifically it was a name, which was surprisingly one that she knew quite well. After all her memories weren’t so foregone that she couldn’t even recall her own name. The last factor being the voice, the slightly masculine tone but not strong enough for it to be completely deep, it seemed to be something that she could completely recognise not only from instincts but from one of her few only stable memories that weren’t exalted from her head. Though his voice brought up a chain event of her head causing to throb even more in explicit mental pain, she couldn’t help but twist her body to see the cause of it even though without doing so she could likely summarize what it was. Feelings unknown to her rushed to her face for a brief moment as she displayed a intuitively created smile of hope, heart pacing slightly at a faster tone as her eyes laid upon a vision of a dishevelled haired male blonde with striking blue eyes.

Xion couldn’t understand what she felt at that time, a mixture of feelings that had made itself apparent from the heart but with explicit confusion and cautiousness that remained from the mind, which couldn’t be blamed. If she had only access to her latest made memories, she would still know that this person in-front of her was the one that she once crossed blades with at one point. Yet for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to feeling some sensation of aggression, even in those memories it seemed that she bore a sensation of happiness upon having lost that tiring battle but that was the very thing that had confused her. Stillness kept continuing, unknown what to do when she was faced with the male whom she was driven to previously search for, completely speechless for the fact that she had many questions that needed to be answer. Did he happen to know what happened to her, why her mind was in such a poor condition? But most importantly there was one question that she needed to ask, something that she was certain one of her locked memories would hold. A cautious step forward as she replied to his call with a question with a wary expression upon her countenance.

"Who... are you?... Roxas?"

This was worrisome in more ways than one. Roxas didn't know how he was supposed to handle this situation, but what he did know.. Was that his empty chest was screaming in a multitude of ways. He wanted so badly to reach out and grab her hand, to give her the biggest hug of the century and go and have some ice cream with her at the clocktower - Axel was totally invited, too - and everything could return to the way it was. They could all go the beach, they could all go the Sunset Hill, they could do everything that they wanted-

She had turned around, looking at him and giving him the sweetest of smiles, one that was reciprocated automatically without question. Xion was one of his very best friends, and although he had gone through so much time having not been able to remember her, ever since they had returned, those fuzzy memories had been made clear. Things had started to come back while he was harbored in Sora's heart, the warmth there making it easy to recall things that Roxas had otherwise lost. Xion.. Was there, too, but - Let's just say that communication there was impossible. Even though the were right next to each other, they could have, essentially, been completely alone and not be able to tell the difference.

Who...are you?... Roxas?

That smile on his face was wiped away. So.. So she didn't remember? She didn't remember all of the things they said they would do - the beach? Did that mean they couldn't go to sunset hill anymore, or go get ice cream after all of this was done? He gulped down a heap of his own saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, his azure eyes shifting nervously; what was he supposed to say to her?

"I- I'm your best friend. Just like Axel." He said, taking a few steps closer to her, his hand instinctively reaching out. He recalled whenever she had run away from the Organization and he had grabbed her hand to keep her from becoming nothing more than a fragmentation of memory all over again - he was ready and willing to have to do that again. Xion was always so keen on running away from the problems she didn't know how to face, but.. That was okay. Roxas didn't care.

"All of us, the Organiation - we all came back. We separated from Sora. Do you know why?" He was trying so hard to hide the sadness of not being remembered and the sheer joy he was experiencing simply from seeing her again. It would be a little odd for himself to be completely ecstatic while she was lost trying to remember everything. He decided it would be best to simply tell Axel later that he had located her and that, most importantly, she was okay.

In all honesty, that had been Roxas' main concern.