Truth Hurts [Xasantham]

[Fright]

It was storming. Great. Not that it bothered the dark, brooding Pariah that now sat in the middle of the Fields of Nothing. He had no home, so he was used to being out in the wind and rain. His long silver hair plastered itself down to his head and face. The rain covered up the many tears he had cried. He hated this... thing he had become.

His mind wandered back to the past. Back then, his hair was slightly shorter and he lacked the eye-patch, but he looked pretty much the same. Then there was Rose, his beautiful girlfriend... He had finally gotten to see her. She was just as magnificent as ever. He had dropped by, just to see his family, even though they didn't see him. Out of all that, he never saw the one person he was the closest to.

Samantha, his older sister.

He tried took look for her, but she never turned up. His aspect only made it worse. Constantly he ad nightmares of her being killed or turned into a Heartless. Even then, there was one possibility he never considered, or even thought of.

[Xasantham]

Xasantham was walking through the fields, finished with her daily duties. Her mind was on her lost brother, since she had just spent time looking for him. She thought that walking through the fields would help ease her mind a bit from the fact that she still hadn't found any evidence of where her brother was. Her hood was up to help keep the rain off of her. As she was walking, she noticed a man sitting just a little ways off. He didn't seem very happy, so she began to walk towards him, wanting to see if there was any way she could help.

[Fright]

The sleepless Pariah finally sighed and stood up. Samantha wasn't going to get found with him just sitting here. As he turned to leave, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. It appeared to be a woman in the black coat. Organization XIII was after him again. Quickly he drew his weapon and turned to face her. "What do you want, Organization Dog?!" He growled.

[Xasantham]

Xasantham stopped where she was at the man's sudden violent nature. "Well fine! I was just going to ask you if you were ok. Sheesh." She was about to turn away, but then she realized the man looked familiar, as if she had seen him before. She looked at him again. "Do I... know you?" she asked him. The wind grew a little more violent, catching her hood and making it fly off.

[Fright]

"Unless you are that bastard Xedrrik that stole my heart in the first place, then I doubt it, puppet." He spat, voice full of venom. However when the wind blew her hood back, he suddenly felt as if he recognized her. No... it can't be... Let her prove it. If it truly is her... she'll recognize the unique, double bladed katana that Mom gave me for my 16th birthday.... and my fight stance. After the thought was finished, still acting agressive, he went into his battle stance, which conveniently showcased his weapon. If it was her, she'd attack. If it was.... well, things were going to get a lot more complicated.

[Xasantham]

Xasantham was taken aback at the weapon's appearance. "Where did you get that!?" she yelled at him. Then she realized that the man's stance was also the same as Ryan's. In fact, in a way, he even looked like Ryan. "...Ryan?" she asked hopefully.

[Fright]

He lowered his weapon and sighed. This was her. His long lost sister. She was one of them... "Samantha." He stated simply, letting her know that it was him and he remembered. The sleepless Pariah couldn't help but look saddened. The one thing he never imagined was now true.

[Xasantham]

Xasantham was overcome with joy. "I have been looking for you! What happened that night that you didn't come back home?" She noted his saddened face. "What's wrong?"

[Fright]

"Betrayed by my own sister..." He mused sadly. "I should have figured the possibility of you becoming one of Jemeryx's puppets... Still, I am glad to have found you... At least I know you are safe."

"One of your Organization pals did this to me. Xedrrik, your number II I believe." Fright finally said after a bit of silence. "Tore my heart right out. No remorse. Jemeryx's orders. Gotta complete Kingdom Hearts. Don't care about the fate of others as long as you all get what you want... They even got Chase..."

[Xasantham]

Xasantham didn't know how to respond. She didn't know the Organization was responsible for her brother's disappearance, and being told so by her brother made her start to think how they are affecting others. She remained silent, trying to weigh what she valued more: being whole again, or the well-being of others.

[Fright]

"The nightmares have never lied to me before... why of all times did I think they would this time." The sleepless man said, sighing. Though his aspect was about as negative as they came, he forced himself to look happy. He had after all just found his beloved sister. "Oh well. You have not wronged me. Therefore, against my better judgement, I'll chose to trust you. I suppose then you should know my new name. Frightful Night, the pariah of Nightmares. However, I go by Fright."

[Xasantham]

"Ok. I'll remember that," Xasantham replied. "My new name is Xasantham. I am IV of Organization XIII, who I realize you already know... apparently."

[Fright]

"I'm not going to call you the name given to you by that... that... self-consumed leader of yours." Fright spat with rage as he mentioned Jemeryx. He hated that man, and his Organization. He would hate his sister too, if it wasn't for the fact that she was indeed his sister. Then he sighed and calmed down. "I apologize. I none of the Pariah harbor any love of than man and his group. Not even Hopeless Romantic, whose very aspect is love."

[Xasantham]

"Ok. Just keep calling me Samantha then," Xasantham said. "Would you like me to start calling you Fright? Or would it be fine if I kept calling you Ryan?"

[Fright]

"I go by Fright. It reflects the inner battle I've fought for years. Every night is filled with these terrors, and I have become these nightmares. Fear incarnate. The name is meaningful." Fright answered with a half smile.