Fate: Destiny's End (A Xion Fanfic)

[Diastyl]

Holy shit, this is REALLY good.... Can't wait for the next chapter! :)

[Snow]

And without ado, I present thus... Act IV!

Please note that I never did watch the English scene of Riku leaving Castle Oblivion, so I'm kind of putting words in his mouth. Hope you people don't mind so much.

Directory:
Opening Phase: Insurrection
Act II: Priority
Act III: Conflict
Act IV: Circle(You are here)
Act V: Shattered

Act IV: Circle

Outside Castle Oblivion

The air was different. Outside, the slightly cloying smell of the stale castle air faded, into one of freshness, as the light breeze blew in through the grasslands that lay in all direction, blowing loose strands into the air. It was literally a new world. Riku had been in there so long he would not fail to notice even such minute changes which showed that, once more, he held all the cards again.

In front of him, DiZ stood at the side of the road by the top of a hill. A broken signboard, hanging limply from its base, stood as a proud observer of this scene. Indeed, now it was only Riku's choice that mattered, he had only himself to rely on now. Climbing the steep slope up the hill, he found himself facing a crossroad, an intersection of two different paths, each spiralling onwards for as far as the eye could see. DiZ walked to the center of the road directly ahead, his hands pointing to two sides.

"The road to darkness. The road to light. Riku, make your choice here."

Shoving DiZ aside with his arm, Riku kept walking straight.

"I will walk the path in-between."

With a look that held nothing but contempt, DiZ retorted.

"The twilight road leading to eternal midnight?"

Sweeping his head back, Riku looked DiZ straight in the eye.

"No. The way to the dawn."

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The Castle That Never Was

Emerging from his corridor of darkness, Axel stared around at his immediate surroundings. So far so good. At least there had not been a welcome party armed with weapons pointing at his face. Yet.

Taking two steps forward, another corridor of darkness appeared before him. A shimmer of white hair, a pointed face, and a weird outfit, Xemnas cut a weird contrast with his surroundings, even if the colour actually blended. Something about the aura this guy emitted. It would have been a friendly enough meeting, if not for the lightsaber Xemnas held in his hand, pointing at Axel's neck.

"You actually have the audacity to return, traitor?"

"As a matter of fact, I needed to talk to you about that."

Staring Xemnas in the eye, Axel continued.

"The manufacturing facility in Radiant Garden isn't just for heartless, is it?"

Xemnas narrows his eyes.

"Come. We have much to discuss," Xemnas commanded.

Together, both of them walked forward into the corridor Xemnas emerged from, leaving behind no hint of their encounter.

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Several Weeks Ago, Day 2, Roxas’ Time
Hollow Bastion Production Facility

200 feet belowground, the production facility lay a world away, unknown to the world lying above. One torn by conflict, ravaged by heartless, while the bottom remained untouched, isolated, a mere bystander to this battle. But not for much longer.

In fact, the construction of the dolls were simple enough, taking up only a small portion of this facility. After all, dolls can easily be classified into two categories: Data replicas, and Memory replicas. Of which memory replicas took up the majority, since apparently no one but Vexen could properly craft a Data replica. Anyway, the other sections of this huge facility were taken up by training grounds for the dolls. In fact, to put it as training grounds was saying it likely.

There were actually four separate zones within the training grounds. First and foremost, the living zone. Every doll had his own room here, at least, until they died. There was never a shortage. If there was ever a risk of overcrowding, some poor dolls would end up being sent forcibly to the Cave of Remembrance run anyway. None survived. As of yet. Second was the practice zone, where dolls could properly hone their combat abilities. The torture zone took up the third part. Actually, it was more of a room, but still it well classified as a zone. Those sent there were underperforming dolls, to teach them their lesson. Barely any came out alive, and those live ones were quickly destroyed by others anyway. Finally, the combat zone. Every once in awhile, when Vexen felt like it, or when it seemed as though the facility was overcrowding, Vexen would round up some dolls for all out combat in this area. Deathmatch. Only the survivors came out. And the survivors had to survive for half an hour in there, which was sheer hell.

What were the purpose of the dolls anyway? None of them knew. None of them had the right to ask questions anyway. They were liable to be smited by Xemnas or Vexen if any one of them even asked a question. Soon, they all learnt that it was best to keep silent, since they were apparently lesser beings.

Even so, the doll production facility was really a slaughterhouse. There was no way out. Sure, Xemnas and Vexen keep saying that if the dolls managed to finish the Cave of Remembrance runs, they would be able to live their own life. Not that any had even done it before.

A doll created is just a doll. The Organization do not bother to give them names, rather they are called by order of production, since it would be too troublesome to come up with names for all of the dolls, currently numbering 361, in this place. But the initiation run can give them purpose. Basically, it consisted of the completion of the Cave of Remembrance run, getting through a cave thronged with heartless and nobody ready to pounce on any hapless doll, then having to defeat one of the data Organization members in the Castle of Assemblage, said to be at the end of the Cave of Remembrance. Of course, no one could even confirm that it existed anyway.

And there she was, in the middle of that mess. Number 353. The new doll, newly created. Memory class. The first tested version of a new form of the dolls' special Dark Matter Armour, the Second Release.

To ensure combat capabilities, all dolls are born with Dark Matter Armour infused into them, known as DMA for short. Should they want to call on it, they simply pull darkness from around them, surrounding themselves in it, then it will form into their own armour. Each doll has his own. There were two forms. Normal DMA, and Permanent DMA. Now, there is Second Release DMA. Basically, normal DMA allows one stage of release, but it is like a sudden influx of power, overflowing, allowing utter dominance for quite awhile. Permanent DMA is like a person forever cloaked in his armour, and cannot be removed. A bit weaker, but the fact that it lasts forever is a plus. As for second release... Since she is the test subject, she would have to find out herself.

Two days into her conception, she still had no friends. Not many dolls chose to make friends. Not when they knew that dolls were more likely to stab them in the back than reach out the hand of friendship. Also, they knew that Vexen might just pull them out of a line-up to a combat round, and after awhile they quickly realised that losing friends were not very fun.

Anyway, Vexen was apparently popping by for a visit today. With any luck, she might just evade the list for the combat round. With there being 43 dolls currently housed here, the chances were 1 out of 43. Quite slim. Hopefully. Either way, she would find out in barely 5 minutes.

Pushing the door open to her room, she walked in. The rooms were very Spartan, consisting of one desk, one cupboard, and a bed. One light hanging from the ceiling. You could barely squeeze in there. Not that the Organization even considered the comfort of the dolls as priority anyway. Sitting down at her desk, she swung her swivel chair, picking up the white mug at the side of the table. Taking a swig, she gulped down a mouthful of ice cold coffee. Black coffee. She just adored the bitter taste. It made her feel that perhaps things could get better after all, after all there was not much to be anticipated, being a doll and all.

In front of her, her digitized screen flickered, showing that a new message had come in. Probably the name list for today's combat. Touching the glass screen, 353 opened the mail function, scanning through the numbers.

73, 97, 102, 131, 193, 251, 252, 279, 314, 331, 352, 353.

353.

Wait. There had to be something wrong.

353.

Surely her mind had made up that last number?

353.

No. That number was just there. Shining down at her from the screen. Impossible.

Kicking her desk leg in frustration, she regretted it a second later, the pain running up her leg. What else could go right today? Walking into the bathroom located across the hall, the filled a basin with water, and washed her face.

In half an hour's time, she had to fight 11 other enemies in combat. Of course, she was not ready. No one was. But she could not defy the orders.

Cursing, she made her way to the battle zone.

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The Battle Zone was really one massive room. One way in, one way out. A glass sliding door leading into the area. Transparent glass windows, reinforced of course, lined the entire room, allowing other dolls to jeer at the dolls who had bad enough luck to be sent in.

Striking off a list, Vexen took count of the dolls who entered. These dolls, always late. Why couldn't they just die when he wanted them to?

And, at last, all of them had entered. He would give them five minutes, to warm up, say their prayers, whatever. In this case, he predicted. Two survivors. He had never been wrong before. Either way, it would be fun to see how the new DMA performed in combat. If it failed, so much for that.

Vexen closed the door behind him.

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Jumping about, 353 kept on running, trying to keep away from the combat as far as possible. Thus far, 10 minutes in, only one doll had fallen, by carelessness. She knew that she had not yet trained a weapon for her raw form, but she did not dare try her armour either, since it was not yet tested.

Spectacular lightshows lined the entire ring, spells flung and countered, attacks deflected, the roar of cannons firing. Or at least, two. There was this doll running around shooting shotgun shells into the center of the combat area. At least none of them were after her yet. She definitely did not want to be caught up in that. Just another 20 minutes. Another 20 minutes and this would be over.

Suddenly, another doll sped beside her, already fully clad in dark armour. Splays of red and grey lined his entire suit, quite menacing and intimidating. She would not be able to win this. A sharp kick, and 353 flew back into the fray, right into the path of a firaga thrown by some random doll. She could not avoid it.

"I don't want to die here," she thought. To hell with whether she has used it before or not.

Drawing upon darkness from around her, she called forth her dark matter armour, to at least provide some defence from the hit.

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331 ran along the perimeter of the room, trying to catch his breath. Thank god he got out of that. That doll, she was really crazily powerful. So that was the strength of Second Release of the dark armour.

Still, she seemed unable to control herself, possibly a side effect of wielding such dark power. Not that it mattered, really. Even such, acting on what looked like pure instinct, she had single-handedly destroyed the other 9 dolls in a space of barely 5 minutes.

And now she was after him.

Lifting up his two shotguns, he aimed them, then fired 3 volleys each straight at his approaching target. They barely touched, simply bouncing right off her armour. This is not going according to plan. Smashing the two shotgun barrels of his guns together, he collected as much energy as he could from his surroundings, releasing a massive meteor of mostly pure energy at the target. Let's see how she could get through that.

Crystals suddenly materialised in the air, forming a bluish kite shield before her. The meteor exploded on it, leaving him reeling from the force of the explosion, but doing absolutely nothing to her.

Wasn't that Vexen's shield? 331 shot a glare at Vexen, wondering if he was cheating, but it seemed that he was surprised at its appearance too.

The shield quickly dissipated, and the crystals spun themselves into miniature tornadoes around her, and three lances popped out, firing at 331 in an array of deadly strikes. Fortunately, he quickly reacted, leaping out of the way. This was really too much.

And now she was upon him.

There was really not much time to move. He quickly pulled on his own armour, not that it mattered. A massive scythe blew him straight into the wall, followed by a dozen throwing knives, which buried itself into his exposed flesh that was not covered by his armour.

He did not scream from the pain. Not yet. He would not give her the pleasure.

Anyway, now he was in his armour too. In this form, he had three distort charges. Normal DMA could definitely last longer than the rate she was expending her energy, but he could not count on it, nor could he count on the fact that there were only 12 minutes left. One false move and he'll be dead, especially since he's already been weakened like this. He'll just have to quickly use all his charges and hope for victory.

Bringing up his massive rifle, his weapon that comes, free of charge, with the armour, he muttered under his breath.

"Distort. Surge."

He pulled the trigger.

The entire air around him seemingly warped, and became somewhat non-existent. Suddenly, 331 felt that there was barely anything holding him back. And that doll appeared to be coming much slower all of a sudden. He could actually see her arching her back, swinging a huge bluish sword like thing.

One blue light, a display on his rifle, turned grey. One charge gone.

And 353 bore down on him, swinging the massive weapon. But 331 was no longer there.

Spinning around, he swung himself behind his vulnerable chance. Now was his only chance. He had to give it all he had.

The two remaining blue lights turned grey.

"Distort. Eruption."

353 barely managed to turn around before a huge energy blast swept her off her feet, not in a romantic sense, and deposited her against the wall, the armour she was wearing slowly disintegrating in the intense eruption of pure energy. The glass wall was not designed to withstand such force even when reinforced, and it shattered, blasting Xion out into the corridor, and subsequently disintegrating two dolls stupid enough to stand there and watch.

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After an eternity, the vibrating stopped, and when regaining her senses, all 353 could feel was pain. She did not even know how it got there either. But it was just pain, plain and simple.

"No..." she mouthed.

She did not want to die. She couldn't. Not now. Not here. Why? Why must she die? The pain threatened to overwhelm her world, to overtake her.

At the center of the room, she could see a doll clad in blue and white armour, and even as it slowly disappeared, he still lifted up his huge rifle, taking steady aim, still able to fire even after he had used so much energy.

And that was when 353 lost any trace of consciousness from the pain assailing her battered form.

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Waking up, 353 noticed that she was lying on her bed. Now there was a nice surprise.

Sitting up, the doll sitting on the chair beside her similarly rose from his slumber, and smiled at her. He had many injuries, and the worst were knife wounds. She wondered how they got there.

"Hey. My name is 331. Not that it really is a name, but still."

Groggily, Xion replied, "Why did you spare me?"

331 quickly turned serious. "You were the first doll to give me a run for my money. You have great potential, if you can actually control your ability, you'll end up being the strongest doll ever made. It would be a waste just to let you die like that."

Picking up the clock beside her, 353 looked at the time. It was three hours after the start of the battle.

331 continued. "Anyway, I have a proposal for you."

She turned around, staring him in the eye.

"Well, me and some friends are going to push ourselves, and try to make it to the end of the Cave of Remembrance. But, well, I like you, so I think I want to take you with us. You know, safety in numbers and all."

353 almost could not believe it. She stared down at his deep blue eyes.

"What?"

331 scratched his head, looking slightly dazed. He would have been. 353 just shouted in his ear.

"What, are you deaf or anything? I want you to come with us."

She almost could not bear the surge of emotions. Which was weird. Dolls weren't meant to have any, but still...

"But wouldn't I be a liability?"

"Sure you will. But no worries. I'll protect you."

Lifting her injured arm, she winced slightly, then turned out her palm.

"Promise?"

Clasping her hand, 331 replied.

"Promise."

As 331 turned to leave, 353 called to him.

"Wait."

He turned around. 353 suddenly noticed his silver hair spiking upwards, and she blushed, for no reason at all. She hoped he didn't see that.

Walking to her desk, 353 opened the drawer, and took something out.

"Here."

Dropping it from her palm, the metal chain unravelled, jerking as it reached its end, keeping the six sided snowflake suspended in the air. It was exquisitely crafted, and the spiralling darkness swirling at the heart of the snowflake seemed almost hypnotic.

"This represents out promise. As long as you have it, we will always be together."

She blushed again, but it was quickly gone.

"Anyway, I made it in only a day, so I hope it isn't ugly or anything."

His cold blue eyes scrutinised the piece of artwork, then he nodded, saying, "It's beautiful."

Swinging back, he headed out of the room, the snowflake swinging around as he spun the chain around in his hand.

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"How was it, Vexen?"

Vexen turned around.

"The new DMA is incredible, especially since I programmed this new one. Adaptive armour. It drew in knowledge from a source, which it is the greatest in this area, the Garden of Assemblage, and adapted her for that functionality. It would probably vary between worlds, though."

"Yes... It seems so. She certainly has the ability to destroy everything around her. Such destructive strength."

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Three days later, they gathered outside the lift, ready to enter the cave. This was the only way in. No one even knew what the cave looked like until they've been in it. And once they enter, there is no way out, unless they reach the end.

Being the leader, 331 gave a mission briefing.

"Ok, guys, kit yourselves up, keep your armour for as long as possible, and don't do anything cock-eyed."

They entered the lift. Their last journey together had begun. A 14 men, or really, 14 men and women run, numbers 91, 93, 135, 184, 211, 212, 237, 249, 311, 312, 313, 331, 353 and 357. Only two will survive this run. Vexen watched slyly from the side, taking in the statistics. And yet again, he had never been wrong.

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They were now down to three people: 331, 353 and 357. The rest had fallen along the trail. At this point, 353 noticed the striking resemblance between 331 and 357, in looks at least. Except 357 was distinctly much colder towards her.

They were already reaching the last stretch before the Garden of Assemblage, according to the map nicely provided by Vexen prior to the run. A medley of conveyer belts, defended by heartless, then one small area, a corridor, finally ending at the great door to the garden. Success.

A group of heartless popped out in front of them, and 357 dove forward, his blue and red wing blade cutting through them like a hot knife through butter. From above, several Lance Soldiers leapt down, and 331 raised his rifle, striking them all with one well aimed shot through the heart, metaphorically of course.

From behind his armour, 331 called. "Keep going. We're nearly there."

Jumping to the uppermost level of the conveyers, all three dolls ran hard, focussing on not falling off the conveyers, which was trying to push them down. While they were preoccupied with maintaining their balance, unknown to them, a Reckless spawned on the other side of the conveyer. Sweeping its electronic arms together, it spun around, drawing static electricity from the air into a ball of concentrated electical current, releasing it as 353, facing the other way to keep her balance.

357 spotted it first.

"Damn! 353! Duck, now!"

She turned around. Really. There was already no time to duck. So this would be where she was eliminated. She supposed she should be thankful that she died with her companions.

Suddenly, a figure leapt before her, crashing head on into the projectile, absorbing the electrical shock. The armour took a portion of the impact, but most of the current was channelled straight into his body, charring his entire frame. His sizzled body fell down to the previous level, then the conveyer belts below swept him further down the cave, to a part that they had passed by possibly 3 hours ago.

"Damn!" Shouted 357. Turning his blade into dark energy, he fired several pulses at the Reckless, reducing it to pieces.

"No!" Shouted 353, heedless of the conveyer, running to the edge to see her lost friend.

"Hey you, don't go dying on me too!" Said 357, pulling on her to stop the conveyer from sweeping her down. Yanking her to a safe spot, she collapsed onto the ground the second he let go. 353 broke down, weeping, sobbing. Her friend. Her only friend. Gone. Just like that.

357 ignored the theatrics, looking around. Not good. The heartless were beginning to come for them.

"Quit your moping! Get up! We need to go! Now!"

Still, 353 lay on the ground, crying for her friend. Really. He really couldn't stand her.

Forcing her upright by the scruff of her collar, he shouted.

"For Christ's sake! Do you think he died so you can sit down here and cry and die with him?"

Half dragging her, 357 forced 353 to follow him into the next room. Barely after they entered the corridor, a dozen nobodies appeared, half a dozen sniper guns pointing at them. 357 swore. He threw 353 onto the ground, and she kind of bounced. Still hurt, though.

"If either of us dies, I'll never forgive you."

Summoning his blade, he twirled around, dancing his ways between the nobodies, slicing and dicing, cutting a path through them all, to protect the girl his friend left behind.

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The electricity had deadened nearly all his nerves. His legs and left arm were pretty much dead, and he could barely move his right arm.

A soldier heartless loped over, looking at him through curious eyes.

Moving his hand, he took the snow crystal out of his back pockets, holding it up before his eyes.

"We'll always be together, eh?" He muttered.

The soldier heartless seemed to have made up its mind. It stiffened it's whole body, ready to strike.

"I'm sorry, 353. I won't be able to fulfil my end of that promise."

The heartless pounced, raking forward with its claws.

As 331 faded away, he managed to leave behind a dying speech, to no one. Fine, perhaps the heartless heard it, but it was doubtful it would have cared.

"Live, 353. Live for yourself. Live for me. Together, through you, I can share my life together with you."

Then he was gone, and there was nothing to ever prove that he existed, save for one snowflake, falling onto the ground without a hand to hold it up, shattering onto the dark floor.

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Twilight Town, The Clock Tower

Roxas faced the sunset, watching the sun stuck still in its position while dipping behind the horizon, an uneaten ice cream held in his hand.

It is already the third day since Xion's sudden disappearance. He hoped that she was alright. Axel too.

But he was lonely. There was a great sense of isolation, eating the ice cream up here all by himself. He could barely stomach it, no matter how nice it tasted.

"Yo, Roxas."

Roxas turned around sharply. Axel walked towards him, sliding over the ledge.

"Axel!" Roxas cried, elated. Axel took out his ice cream, and together they both ate.

"You know, when you were gone, I shared ice cream here with someone else." Roxas confessed.

"It would be that new member, right? Xion," asked Axel. Roxas nodded in reply.

"Now that you're back, that means Xion would be back too. After all, she was sent to Castle Oblivion."

Axel choked on his ice cream. The next few seconds passing consisted of him spluttering.

"Wait, Xemnas sent someone to Castle Oblivion?"

"Yeah. Didn't you meet her?"

"No..." The conversation ground to a frosty halt.

"We need to find her..." muttered Roxas.

Truth to be told, Axel was not all that great about it. The new member could have been a witness to his betrayal.

"Well... I suppose we could always ask Saix," replied Axel, knowing fully well that Saix would refuse.

The rest of the time passed quietly, with Axel slowly being tormented by his guilty conscience.

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Castle Oblivion, Basement Five

Groggily, Xion picked herself off the ground.

There were no other dolls in the room. They must all have been annihilated. Just as well.

Walking unsteadily, Xion slid open the door, and headed for the main corridor. There must be an exit out of here somewhere. The main corridor would be a good place to start looking.

Turning the corner, she was faced with the main corridor, and the exit beyong it.

And of course, 331 chose this time to turn around the next corner, both shotguns clutched in his hands.

"Hello again, Xion."

From behind another door, a pair of eyes looked upon this confrontation, anticipating the oncoming conflict. He snickered. This would be interesting.

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And so fate moves in a circle, endlessly flowing, bringing destiny along in its wake. And so one girl moves along, back to the front, and faces once more a path fate had once brought her into, in the hope that one day, she can surely break this cycle, and bring about an end to destiny.

Fin~


And that's Act IV! Act V will probably take some time, since I haven't really written it yet past the first few paragraphs, but just hang on! It takes time to come up with quality storylines, especially for combat situations. Considering I have an exam to think about too.

And I hope Act III and IV was worth the wait!

[HeartOfTheHero]

omg, i can't believe that i didn't read this before! it's great!! i can't wait to see what happens next!

[TwilightRiku_13]

Holy crap!!! That was totally epic. So, Vexen and Xemnas were behind the making of all these dolls. Hm, I guess some people enjoy creating a life and taking it away. I mean, after reading all that stuff about the combat zone and the Cave of Remembrance run, that was just insane. So, who exactly 331? I mean, I know he is just a doll, but I'm just curious about him. Is he based on someone important or is it total randomness? Also, is 357 based on Riku? It sounded like he as weilding the Soul Eater. Oh well, I'm sure all will be revealed in due time. Anyway, great job, and I look forward to more.

[khfreak17]

it SHOULD be interesting........ it was kinda confusing what will all of the numbers.... but i still really like it.

[Snow]

Really, only 3 numbers really mattered.

But don't worry, Act V will be the last act in CO, then there won't be numbers anymore. I hope there won't be, at least.

[zettaLOL]

"Well... I suppose we could always ask Saix," replied Axel, knowing fully well that Saix would refuse. <--made me laugh, 'cause it's sooooo true, even if it wasn't supposed to be funny =P

Wow, you're an amazing writer, you know that? Even with all those numbers, you gave each one an individual way about them so it wasn't overly confusing.

[Azrael]

Holy fuck. That chapter was amazing, Better than my fic

[Lanydx reborn]

Man this just proves Mansex was an evil son of a jerk. keep going.

[Diastyl]

Now this one is AWESOME!!!!!!!

Keep updating!

[Snow]

>_< I'm stuck thinking of how to phrase the fight with Xion and 331. Can anyone give me tips on how to get past the stupid writer's block? I really want to move on and

Spoilers – Story Spoilers…

get Aqua and Ven and No.II to appear XD

But I'm sadly stuck at this portion... sigh. The rest of the storyliine is in my head already!!!! I'M PISSED OFF AT MYSELF

Ok, rant over.

[destinykh]

>_< I'm stuck thinking of how to phrase the fight with Xion and 331. Can anyone give me tips on how to get past the stupid writer's block?

Maybe watch cutscenes, learn about Xion's moves and how a character who uses shotguns attacks?

Anyway, this is really great. I like how you tie everything in the games thus far, especially the Cavern of Remembrance. I never understood why it existed in terms of storyline purpose, but your idea makes a lot of sense.

[TwilightRiku_13]

331's weapon is a gun, right? Well, if that's the case, then there should be a lot of dodging moves, seeing as he will be shooting at her, and there should be some quick karate moves, like she should kick the gun out of his hand and get a couple of quick punches off to knock him back. I hope that helps.

[Snow]

Well, with lots of cheating and whatnot, I managed to get Act V written! Yay!

I'll post it maybe after my history exam tomorrow, but don't expect anything great. Personally, I feel it's the worst act so far, so don't worry, I'll compensate by having an epic Act VI! Promise!

[Azrael]

Originally Posted by destinykh

Maybe watch cutscenes, learn about Xion's moves and how a character who uses shotguns attacks?

Anyway, this is really great. I like how you tie everything in the games thus far, especially the Cavern of Remembrance. I never understood why it existed in terms of storyline purpose, but your idea makes a lot of sense.

Roxas' style is the same as Xion so do it. But seriously you're an awesome fan fic writer.