~~~~~~~~This is dedicated to you, -KirigayaKazuto- coz you are amazing.~~~~~~~~

I am falling.

Falling.

No panic overtakes me. No fear. It's just a fact that I am falling. It is something I cannot fight.

There is darkness surrounding me but there is a soft white light. The light is coming from me. I am softly glowing. I see memories pass before me and I watch them as if they were nothing but a movie. These are not my memories for I do not recognise them.
I hear a faint melody play. The sound resonates so deep and loud in my heart. Its nostalgic. But why? I feel as though I have heard it before but I feel as though I have not.

I softly land on my feet and the darkness shatters away. The light blinds me.
When my eyes adjust I realise that I'm in a garden. In a clearing. I hear chatter and laughter. But they are faint. They are nothing but the hum of background noise.

I wear a ball gown. My hair pinned elegantly in place. Making my head feel heavy. My eyes search the landscape and I find a group of people. They all surround a single person. He is seventeen, nineteen at best. His long silver hair is pulled to the right in a plait. His fringe coming short of his violet eyes. Bright and shining. He seems to be enjoying the attention. Enjoying the company of those around him.

I look beyond him and my eyes lay on the many turrets of the imposing black marble castle. Castle Archaia.

I blink. Confused. How could I possibly know that.

The silver haired person catches my eye. I look away but it is too late. He is already making his way towards me. The crowd disperses giving him a clear path to me. As he walks in my direction he smiles. He reaches me and hugs me. He lets go keeping his hands on my shoulder and leading me towards the crowd of people.

"I am really and truly glad that you came, Alice," he says.

Alice? Why was he calling me Alice? That wasn't my name. My name was.......I didn't know my name I realised.

"Thank goodness you came. The conversations were starting to become terribly boring and my facade was starting to become see through," he whispers. Then he shows me a smile full of mischief. Like we both know something everyone else is ignorant of. Like this is something completely exclusive to us, and only us.

We reach the crowd and the people immediately converge on us. They begin socialising and talking with him again. I stand there in the background trying to blend in.

I hear the melody again. And everything fades away. I look towards my silver haired friend. He is talking to someone. As if he feels my eyes on him. He turns my way and our eyes meet. He smiles one last time before fading away like everything else.

Everything fades into the expanse of white I see before me.

I stand alone in the pure white landscape that is devoid of anything. There is only emptiness here. I see a figure emerge from thin air. He wears a long black cloak. His hands are gloved and the hood of his cloak covers his eyes so the only part of his face I can see is his smile, which is full of mischievous.

"So you've finally come," he says spreading his arms wide. "Welcome back."

"Who are you?" I ask.

He smile widens, "The questions shouldn't be who am I," he says pointing to himself. "it should be who are you," he points to me. "So tell me, who are you?"

He seems expectant. He waits for an answer. He irritates me and I have no idea why. I think it's because he answered my question which another question but there's more to it. His voice is familiar. The feeling it gives me is the feeling that happens when you try to grasp a long forgotten memory. You know it's there but when you reach out your hand to catch it, it disappears. Then it reappears further away. It's almost always just out of your reach.

"I am who am and there's nothing more to it," I say. The confidence and conviction in my words surprises me.

"In other words you have no idea," He says. He tilts his head to the right. He seems pleased with my answer.

"Most people would've answered with their name or given their rank. Or said something that defines them. People almost always give all three at once. But you, you decide to go give me something that just defines you. And it isn't even clear. You could be seen as arrogant or some other characteristic with that statement. But right now I don't feel like going into that. I know you very well and I know that arrogance wasn't your intention. You're trying to show me that it doesn't matter that you've lost your memories you'll still be who you are."

A confused expression shows on my face before I can hide it.

"Who is this person? How does he know that I've lost my memories? Why is he so dazzlingly handsome? I feel like I know him but I know that I don't." He says this in an annoyingly high pitched voice as if he's imitating a girl. "That's what you're thinking isn't it?" He looks up at me. He's smirking now.

"You're almost right." I say.

"Oh. And just what exactly did I get wrong?" he asks. He's very amused now. As if the very thought of him being wrong is ludicrous.

"I don't sound like chipmunk with a cold and I don't think you're handsome. For all I know you could be bald under that hood and I pretty sure you are. That's why you wear it," I reply. I make sure my voice has an air of superiority to it.

He bursts out laughing. His laughter echoes through this pure white place. It's a comforting sound. I don't feel like I'm alone anymore. It's familiar feeling. He's panting. His chest rising and falling as he tries to stop himself from laughing.

"You know for a second I thought you actually meant I was wrong. Because it's one of my traits. I'm always right, no matter what. Humans are incredibly predictable. No. Everyone and everything is predictable. But every once in a while you meet someone who you can't predict. Eventually you understand them anyway. But they are such fun creatures, people." He looks up and spreads his arms out wide. "I love people!" He says loudly towards the sky. He looks at me and the smile on his fades. "I love all people except you. I hate you. You never do what I expect. You're always surprising me. Basically that's the only reason you're still alive right now is because I think you're fun. But then again, that doesn't actually make up for all your shortcomings."

"Baldy!" I poke my tongue out at him as I say this. He grins.

"Where am I?" I ask.

He walks away from me. He puts his arm out I front of him and raises it so it's inline with is body. A white chair materialises out of thin air. He sits down propping his elbow the arm of the chair. His right hand cups his face as he looks at me.

"You're in Oblivion. But don't ask me what Oblivion is. I'll tell you that some other time. And don't think its because I can't. I just find the subject boring. Now ask me something interesting." He says.

There was an undertone to his voice. It felt as if he had told me that no more questions about myself or this place would be tolerated.

"Tell me, do I know you?" My voice is not just asking a simple question. It's commanding an answer.

He dematerialises and leaves nothing but whisks of black smoke behind him. They are stark against the white back drop of Oblivion. He rematerialises in front of me but at a distance. He starts pacing. His steps are light and his feet barely touch the ground before he lifts them again. His movements are graceful and lithe.

"Do you know me? You once did. You knew me very well. Better than I knew myself even. But right know? No, you don't know me. But you will come to. I know you will."
As he says his last sentence he turns towards me.

I hear a bell toll some where the sound is close but it feels faraway. The sound is accompanied by the melody. A breeze blows through the landscape. I close my yes and focus on the scent it brings, the salty sea air as well as the thick perfume of roses. All familiar, comforting.

"Requiem." He whispers. Somehow I know he means the melody.

My head had been moving around searching for the place the noise was coming from but I found nothing. My eyes come to rest on him. His smile was sad for an instant then turned mischievous. I must've imagined the sadness in it.

He materialises right in front of me. Barely any space separates us.

"I'm bored," He pauses for an instant. "Times up Alice. It's time for you to wake up."

With that he pushes his index finger to my forehead and I lose my balance.

And I am falling.

Falling again.

A/N: Helloooooo! I finally updated this book because you asked -KirigayaKazuto- . I didn't have any junk drawer entries and then I remembered this. Something I wrote when I was 12. This was the first piece of writing I did for fun and with the intention of completing it. But my lazy nature got in the way. I have written two more parts, so if you like, tell me and I'll post them. Extra Info: This is loosely based of off Kingdom Hearts and Pandora Hearts.