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[NOTE: Taking place before the 2nd Round in the Tournament.]
Track 1: Road to Hero 

With soft scrape, the large double doors before the Coliseum opened drifting in the sounds of loud cheers and applause. The crowd was very enthusiastic today, a sound she was acquainted to, but was hardly moved by it. Her steal guarded shoes clicked against the stone floor as the door slowly shut behind her. As mysterious as a hooded figure would be, she personally felt it was too bright; it took a lot of adjustment as she walked here.

It was a perfect day for tournament matches to Phil’s standards; she on the other hand was used to the dark and with soft lighting settings of the Underdone. The two coliseums were as different as night and day with separate auras; the cheers here were so light-hearted for entertainment. The Underdone was more foreboding with dread; death could easily be a factor, and no one played nice or fair. She was used to the gloom of the Underworld; this place was just too bright, too much light.

The hood brought enough shade, but the overall brightness gave her soft waver of dizziness. She never felt this warmth from the sun before, and if she did it was so long ago in the dark pit of her memories. Her shoulders and chest were bare due to the make of her halter. Her fore arms were covered with the tattered fringed arms guard and long bell sleeves. She would’ve pondered if the long skirted wrapped around her waist was breezy enough, but she was calloused at heart. Her blues eyes had a bored disposition in contrast to her length bright blue hair that trailed down her neck and bust.

“I’m missing the show,” she thought, and instead of heading towards the Coliseum, she walked over to gaze at the tapestries to view the roster. It had a long list of names.

Hero's Cup
Tournament

Beatrix Whatever Aerynn Nero Agatha Elsa Silv Blackout Namine Xion The Necrotic Shadow Elfe Snow Villiers Judge Zargabath Lea

All strangers to her, and only one caught her attention, the one she was instructed to watch for.
Moving over towards the nearby chalkboard, she hummed looking at the tournament table charting the matches and set-up combatants. It’s been recently updated; she’d already missed a handful of the the preliminaries.

‘Look for anyone worthy’, he had said to her before she departed; apparently people who lost already wouldn’t be a priority. No matter, she couldn’t stake out better if she stayed out here; as she headed towards the entrance, she can hear a horn before the cries died down. It’s probably intermissions, or a match just finished with a big mess to clean. Where the competitors that scrappy?

Her Master re-informed her of other worlds. They were once separate, but the walls had fallen with the presence of heartless. People began to cross over or were exposed to new worlds under circumstances; the worlds lived in a different era and order now. Who knew what was going on in there? It only sounded somewhat, "interesting."

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Xion was actually relieved to no longer be in the fighting. In truth, she had not been entirely sure that she would be able to make it very far. After all, she had never really had an interest or a need to fight in these..tournaments..? Her fighting was done when necessary, like when Heartless came, when someone needed help, or when on missions from the former Organization. However, watching others duel in combat was another story. It was something to learn from, and to understand how moves worked together to create more powerful and damaging results. But at some point, the girl started to become weary of watching the opponents struggle against one another. It reminded her too much of her battles against her friends..fighting Axel, and then Roxas in the hopes of saving them and (for her) at the same time being sent back to Sora...if she was going to go, she had wanted it to be by her friends, not at the hands of someone she didn't know...She wanted them to understand..

It still held an uneasy, somewhat guilty feeling inside her..she tugged her hood up, retreating from that gloomy feeling into the safe shade of the cloak.

Xion was just deciding whether to leave when her attention was caught by a figure coming through the doors to the Coliseum. Hooded, with blue hair that was rather lengthy blue hair spilling out from under it over a shoulder and across the chest. A female, mysterious and obviously not wanting to attract much attention..not that it seemed to really matter as the other spectators were focused on the next match that had started, and were yelling for their fighter. Something about this figure made Xion feel that she was looking at something from a long time ago...not that time meant much to Nobodies, since they did not really change..but this was a different sense of time....as if from somewhere distant. Curiosity was piqued, but so was caution. She would keep an eye on this newcomer...

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Turning on her steel tipped toes, she head towards the coliseum. Maybe she would be able to catch some action and spot a worthy prospect early. Before she ascended the stairs, she couldn’t shake the cold feeling anymore. She thought she spotted something at her peripheral. Noting that it was black, she suspected a heartless. Did she really need a babysitter? With an annoyed from, her acute eyes searched for it not accepting that she could’ve been imagining things. Her gaze softened seeing a small humane figure; it could’ve very well be a young boy or girl, either way it was a child.

She didn’t give the child much thought and continued on. Aotori however acknowledged her existence to not be too rude. After all she needed to act ‘normal’, “Shouldn’t you be inside watching the games? I doubt it’s not as fun out here, nor would it be too boring to leave so soon.”

After the one-sided small talk, she went to the large stone doors and when inside. Briskly, she crossed the small hall. It was pretty vacant for obvious reasons. Within in a minute, she was up in the stands; she could tell who was fighting. She didn’t know anyone present, but Aotori wasn’t floored to ask someone; she was too focused jotting down details in her mind.

It looked like an uneven match: a young girl against a young man. She was small compared to him, which only made the servant hummed as she sat poised watching. Who set up these pairs? Was there something about her that evened the plane, or would this be a sad slaughter match? Although the bluerette was numb in many ways, that didn’t sit well with her. The girl’s fate can be an unfortunate one, but there was hope, since this tournament wasn’t hosted by Hades. He wouldn’t care what soul he would obtained; he would just prefer a strong one. On the other hand, how can she judge the other, the man, properly when opposing an uneven opponent? Hopefully he had mercy; if he wouldn’t spare her any, she may have to visit him. An emotion fluttered in her for a moment.

Foreseeing what would come next, she clenched her jaws before closing her eyes. Sometimes strong feelings can bring about faces; faces she wanted to shut out. This wasn’t the place or time to be vulnerable, overwhelmed, and left unconscious. She had a job to do, nor did she trust anyone here. Fortunately, she snapped it off before his face can waver behind her eyes. She could see his blonde hair fizzing in and out of the static; his blues eyes staring at her, and then black.

It’s gone now, the phantom. Focus.

Apparently the match was just starting; they were merely standing there greeting another; the man stood confident, while the girl rocked on her feet.

“Peculiar.”

[Referencing Namine v Titan]

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Xion was still debating leaving, absently reading the list of names on the tournament sheet without really seeing them. Did she wasnt to go? But where would she go, then?

“Shouldn’t you be inside watching the games? I doubt it’s not as fun out here, nor would it be too boring to leave so soon.”

Xion was startled by the acknowledgement of the female, looking up at her in surprise. Round blue eyes searched the female's face, trying to figure out the meaning behind the acknowledgement.

"What?"

But the woman had already walked away, the one-sided acknowledgement being just that. Odd...most people didn't really notice her in the Organization's cloak.

Xion watched the hooded female walk into the arena's stands, and something tugged at her..though she couldn't figure out why. She didn't know this person..and yet... She trailed after the blue-haired figure, sitting behind her in the stands, keeping close while she tried to puzzle out this mystery. Her gaze traveled to the arena, where two people stood in combat. A small blonde girl, and a tall powerful male.

The sight of the girl startled Xion, and she leaned forward to stare at the two fighters.

Namine??

Xion remembered the last time she had seen Namine...in the Old Mansion in Twilight Town...when the decision had come to Xion to go back to Sora..she had asked Namine to look after Roxas...and then they had been interrupted. She had had to leave Namine to go fight off the Organization member who had followed her..and from there...

"Peculiar."

Xion opened her eyes to refocus as the blue-haired hooded female spoke. Looking down at the match once more, Xion felt a pang of concern for Namine..though she hardly knew the other girl. She didn't want her to get hurt..and Xion squeezed her hands tightly together in anxiety. Namine...be careful!

Her gaze was drawn to the hooded female, still questioning the pull she felt. She sensed something lost..and that maybe the female was lost, too? Something forgotten..

Reaching out a hand, she tapped the female on the shoulder hesitantly.

"S-Sorry...but do I know you?"

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She wasn’t as tense as she could be. The entertainment made her lax and studious; it was different for a change to NOT be in the ring. For someone who’s enjoying the switch, she sat so upright with a crisp posture; her hands rested in her lap. The only offset was the slight tilt of her head, curiosity.

She didn’t jump once feeling the tap. Instead she casually looked back to see the same girl as before.

She decided to stay and follow-

“S-sorry, but do I know you?”

Her brows rose in surprise not anticipating that, “Do you?”

She was answering questions with questions; it gave her time to look the girl over and didn’t feel any sense of familiarity. Her mind was as blank as a clean slate, “I don’t remember your face, and I don’t think I look like many.”

The crowd was getting louder, but the young girl was close enough to hear her. Aotori peered towards the arena to see what the enthusiasm was for. The blonde sprang into action with a keyblade in hand; she appeared confident in her attack, but her opponent foresaw it and dipped low to pounce her. Blue brows dipped wondering when were there two of her. Twin voices rang with a thunder attack. With his trajectory, he couldn’t evade the spell, but that didn’t stop him from trying to bite and strike the girl.

It was very, “odd.”

Who would resort to that sort of tactic?

Either way it didn’t connect, the duplicate he attack was just that, a fraud. His hand passed through her as if she was mist, a ghost. The blonde was quite the equal opportunist to take advantage of his fault.

“Name,” she asked briefly to acknowledge the girl sitting behind her. As soon as it left her mouth, she cursed herself. She was supposed to be under the radar. Should she hand her name out of carelessly. Lying wasn’t her forte either; it was so unnecessary, “Aoi.”

It wasn’t a lie, but a fragment.

“You know that girl,” the one who in turn casted blizzard spells through her copy to have at him. How daring and resourceful. He used his body to propel him forward. He obviously knew his limitations willingly taking the blizzard spells.