A/N: Skye's Rain is back, and hopefully just as good as ever. And if you read the description properly, you'll know that this is indeed the sequel to the Savage Nymph, as well as the response to many angry reviews. ; Let me also inform you of the fact that I'm trying something new. I have the first three or four chapters already written, so I'll put them up as I please, thank you. If the first few chapters seem a little slow, keep in mind that this is a longer story arc than my first story, and I plan on taking my time. Without further ado, enjoy!

Note: If you haven't read "The Savage Nymph", please do so before reading this, because you will be terribly, terribly confused if you don't.

Next to Nothing:

Prologue:

I had to see the Gatekeeper before I could start looking for her.

The Gatekeeper stood at the entrance to Between, a slender figure shrouded completely by a sleek black cloak. He stood in front of an intricately decorated white gate, holding a simple white staff as two ominous glowing eyes stared back at me, totally unmoving. I shifted my weight slightly, nervously. But, of course, I had every right to be nervous, because the last time I had seen the Gate and the Gatekeeper had been at my own death.

I stepped forward cautiously, my white cloak flapping around my shoulders as my footsteps echoed endlessly. I seemed to be surrounded by nothing, a dark black abyss continuing forever in every direction. After hesitating slightly, I took a few more steps forward, and soon, the Gate to Between came into clear view.

There is a legend that the Gate to Between always depicts your death, as you pass it by. But, as you know, legends are just legends. If they were a proven fact, they wouldn't be called legends, would they? But the legend of the Gate had never been proven, simply because no one that passed that gate ever came back. Except for me. I remembered very clearly, what the Gate had shown me. Members of the Organization were haphazardly splayed across the top and sides of the gate, in various crossed-armed smirking poses. But far, far down in the bottom right corner, barely two inches square, was the carved head and shoulders of Avery. Truthfully, Avery had played a large part in my death.

Now, the Gate showed something different. The death of my Nobody, I supposed. Uncountable Keyblades crossed the Gate in no particular pattern, a single bolt of lighting weaving through them all.

I suddenly returned to reality, as I realized that I was just over a foot away from the Gatekeeper, the ominous yellow eyes staring straight into mine. I cleared my throat softly, to recover from the immediate shock, and I stated in the dull emotionless tone of a Nobody,

"I have come to visit my soul."

From here, it was a gamble. Many a Nobody had come to Between, in hopes of finding their lost soul, but none had ever returned. This time, though, the tables were turned. It was a lost soul, searching to find her Nobody.

The Gatekeeper nodded, then briskly extended his free hand in a silent, swift motion, his gloved palm open, asking for payment. I had expected this, but had always wondered what the Gatekeeper would do with munny, since he was, (according to legend, of course) rooted to the spot. But without question, I put 100 munny in his hand, after digging around in my pockets for a moment. He tapped the Gate with his staff, and it opened, leading to the dark abyss, where I would find my Nobody.

As soon as I stepped through, the gates clapped shut behind me, and disappeared in a flash of light. I spun on my heels in a moment of regret, but it was too late. It was gone. There was no way out of Between, except to find my Nobody and escape.

I can't say I wasn't warned.

Leon was right, it was a stupid, reckless move.

A gamble.

But people sometimes take stupid risks when the Keyblade master disappears, don't they?