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Request Random GIF request
this is a bit random, I know, but can ANYONE make a GIF for me..?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=hEYEFfAbB5g
That video, from :06 to :08
size: uhhh...anything as long as its bigger than an avatar is fine
No text or anything, just the funny face
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Hi, requesting another one from ya.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=8x3sLH4G0qA linky
from :48 to :51
size....largest you can make and allow on the forum
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The Love of a Nobody
Heyyyy nice job, like always...everything was perfectly amazing. No need to say more.
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??? Yeah, I know that, but why would you think that I thought he was a girl? OH, and thanks for the comments people =D
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A Broken Heart String
Alright, this story is about Demyx and how I imagine he came to be. I accually like this story alot, I thought it was kinda sad at some points...It was diffrent than my previous story, Roxas's Days in the Organization...And it accually had a real title....You know I love deh comments so hit me up with some, good or bad, any comment is a good comment.
Prologue
“Eight members are not enough.â€
The thundering voice of Xemnas cascaded off the marble walls of the meeting room. Everyone sat reluctant in their chairs. For endless weeks, the eight Nobodies have been searching every corner of the universe for more recruits. Xigbar was lucky enough to find one more nobody by the name of Axel, but that was at least two weeks ago. The members of the Organization had become reckless and unruly, doing whatever they wish when ever they wanted to. Slowly the Organization was falling apart.
“Each one of you must go out and scope every world and every street for more members.†Xemnas looked at every person sitting in a chair. No one was able to meet his stare. They all sat in their chairs, trying to hide from the malignant orange glow protruding from his eyes.
There was a silence in the room that seemed to take the air right out of their lungs. Eventually, Xigbar teleported down to the floor and walked through a corridor of darkness. Xaldin followed him, opening his own corridor, and the rest of the Organization followed. Zexion was the second to last person to leave, watching the faces of his piers try to mask the reluctance in their eyes.
Zexion ran his fingers through his hair that dangled in front of his eye. He started to walk away, but a presence behind him made him turn around and look into luminous eyes.
“May I help you, Superior?â€
Xemnas’s cold face remained hard as ever, but his eyebrows dipped turning his eyes to gleaming slits.
“Do what you must to help us, Zexion.â€
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When I said that Mercy stood
Within the borders of the wood
I meant the lenient beast with claws
And bloody swift-dispatching jaws.
--Lawrence Spingarn
The wooden door to her bedroom opened suddenly. She dropped her necklace that was dangling from her fingers and spun around to eye the intruder in the doorway.
Myde started at her sudden reaction, but quickly caught himself and raised his hands defensively. Upon recognizing his face, she calmed down and her cautious look was exchanged with a gentle smile. She turned around and started to look for her fallen necklace on the ground at her feet.
Myde lowered his hands and walked over to her, his heavy work boots thumping on the lilac carpet of her room. He threw himself on bed - a small mattress placed upon the floor - and lay upside-down on his back, his head hanging down the side of the mattress and his cerulean eyes staring longing at her. She gave a sideways glance at him and smiled before getting back to putting on her makeup and fashioning her jewelry. Myde’s blood started to rush to his temple and he sat up straight, turning his head around only to stare at the back of her head.
“I’m not going on until two more hours. What’s the rush?†He asked her, swinging his legs around the bed and sitting close to her.
She shrugged. The reflection in front of her in the mirror showed a young girl in her early twenties, with perfect features and a gentle expression. Her light blue eyes matched only the finest blue skies in the spring, when the clouds painted pictures among themselves, and the only ambiance was birds and happiness. Her full lips met together in a perfect line and curved at the edges, showing a never-ending tender grin. The slim nose in the center of her face formed her thin eyebrows at the top and ended pointy at the bottom. Her complexion was fine and pale, but a glow emitted from her pure being. The long brown hair fell down from her head and caressed her shoulders and back, falling in stunning long curls. Upon seeing her, the men would stare in longing, the women in envy. She was quiet and noble, beautiful yet prude.
“Well, I might as well get ready myself.†Myde said, leaning his head on her shoulder. He stared at the reflection of the two of them for a moment, before kissing her cheek and standing up. She didn’t pay any attention to him, but smiled playfully in the mirror showing flawless teeth.
Myde grinned back and stepped between her and her mirror. She gasped silently and started to giggle a sweet laugh. He bent at the waist, careful not to knock down the mirror and lowered his head eye level to her, almost touching noses. She blinked slowly, her long thick eyelashes barely missing his face. The edge of her lips rose in a sly grin, one that many had found hard to resist. Myde did the same and brushed his lips against hers gently, and she returned the kiss.
Myde slowly knelt down and sat on his knees. In each of his hands was one of hers, their fingers interloping with each other. He locked her gaze within his and they stared at each other for a few seconds before she finally blinked and stopped smiling. A look of happiness crossed her face, but she didn’t smile. Myde leaned forward to kiss her again, but she pressed her finger against his lips and guided his head backwards.
“Do you love me, Myde?†She asked, a tiny wisp of concern escaping from her mouth.
Myde smiled behind her slim finger. “Of course I do.â€
“Do you love me?†She asked, leaning in a bit closer, her words sounding more concerned and questioning.
Myde’s smile dropped from his face and his eyebrows ceased in confusion. He gently moved her finger away from his lips and ran his hand through his spiky brown hair.
“Myde?â€
He looked up at her, smiling. He was always afraid to answer this question, not knowing what the result would be like.
“Jayden,â€
She looked at him sincerely, her blue eyes being the only light from the darkness around them.
“I love you.â€
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Myde grabbed his guitar case hurriedly and stepped out onstage. Lights from overhead invaded his eyes and he raised his free hand to shadow them. As he got adjusted to the light, he focused on the audience. Many people stood in the small space of the bar his band was playing in, most of their anxious faces he didn’t recognize. But there, right in the middle of the audience stood Jayden, her azure eyes twinkling in the dark. He nodded in a small hello to her and she smiled back.
Myde climbed up onto the stool in the front of the stage and adjusted the microphone stand in front of him. Settling his guitar on his lap, he glanced around at his fellow band mates, ready for the signal to begin. Everyone nodded an o.k. at him and he turned to face the audience. As he scanned the unfamiliar faces, one dark and sinister figure caught his eye, standing against the wall glaring back at him through blue-black hair. The figure uncrossed one of his arms and brushed the hanging piece of hair out of his face.
Myde shook off the chill that ran up his spine and leaned forward into the microphone, concentrating on only trying to throw a great show. At last, he began to sing.
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Zexion cursed himself for letting the human notice him. At the same time, he was also glad that he found out a vital piece of information about him. Any normal human would have overlooked him standing in the corner. Yet, Myde took full notice of the nobody staring back at him.
Zexion slinked off into the crowd making his way through the mass of people. He ran into exactly what he was looking for.
There she was; the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She stood there with her long curls draping down her back and her sapphire eyes staring admiringly at the human singing and playing guitar up on the stage. Her smile and pure face made Zexion crack that evil smirk across his own. There she was, and she was all his.
He moved his piece of dangling hair out of his eye. He glanced at the kid up on stage with his spiky mullet and black baggy jeans, and he smiled. So she likes rocker guys, he thought. This won’t be hard.
Zexion concentrated hard and distorted his Organization Robe into a pair of black baggy jeans, a tight-fitting black undershirt, and a pair of dark skater shoes. His eyes grew darker as if he had eyeliner on. He felt the leather of new wristbands wrap around his skin and embrace him.
He looked like the rocker guy she’d date, he thought to himself, watching the human on stage. He moved his hair out of his eyes again and walked towards her.
He slowly began to manifest the air around her, turning it icy cold. Zexion watched as she crossed her arms and shivered. She glanced around her, wondering if anyone else was cold. Her eyes met Zexion’s. She smiled briefly.
Zexion looked her up and down, making sure her eyes were on him. He smirked at her, his dark eyes locking in on her and holding her gaze.
“Cold?†He asked her, his voice smooth and calm as a dark sky. Transfixed, she nodded.
He conjured up a red sweatshirt jacket from behind him and handed it to her. She took it and rapped it around herself.
“I’m Ienzo. Come here often?†He chose his human name instead of his nobody name because it seemed more fitting. Zexion sounded too...threatening.
“I’m Jayden, and yes, I do come here often.†She held a small hand to her chest when she spoke her name, and smiled when she answered him.
“Well, I’m new here. I don’t really know my way around.†He was asking for her help. There was no way she could refuse.
“Well, I would show you…but I’m with someone.â€
Zexion bit the bottom of his lip. This was exactly what he wasn’t looking for.
“Oh, I’m sorry…may I ask who your with?â€
She pointed to the human onstage. Zexion nodded, although he already knew that.
His big master plan was to take Jayden for his own, for the Organization’s own. She was beautiful, strong and free-willed, exactly what he was looking for. She also was righteous, and would never do anything against her lover. This called for a change of plans.
Remembering how the human looked at him, he thought deeply. Jayden was still all his.
“He’s a very good singer.†Zexion said, speaking about the human. She smiled and looked up at him, nodding.
“He’s good at the guitar, too.†She said.
He leaned in close to her, “I’m sorry, what did you say?â€
She repeated what she said, and Zexion leaned in a bit closer. “Hmmm?â€
When he leaned in closer, Zexion wiped his head around and kissed her full on the lips. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight back. As he continued to kiss her, she started to loosen her grip on him and started kissing back. Apparently she’s not the honest girl he thought she was.
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Myde held the microphone and continued to play. He glanced around the crowd for Jayden to see her reaction once he began the guitar solo. She always would smile or laugh at the faces he made. As he scanned the face of every person, he didn’t find her.
His fingers quickened and he plucked each string perfectly, nailing the solo. He flashed a huge grin to the crowd and halfway through the solo, his eye found Jayden.
He stopped his performance suddenly. One of his guitar strings snapped. It curled backwards crookedly like a twisted finger. Myde’s fingers clenched into a fist, his fingernails driving into his skin. He stood up, the guitar dropping with a loud bang. He jumped off the stage and into the crowd.
He shoved people out of the way, ignoring the shocked gasped of people and the grunts of angered fans. He grabbed Zexion by the back of his shirt and yanked him away from her. When Zexion looked at him, a sly grin on his face, Myde drew his arm back and nailed him in the face.
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Zexion fell backwards on the floor. He watched as Jayden tried to restrain Myde but he was too crazed. Zexion rubbed the spot on his nose where he was hit the hardest and got up slowly. Once he was standing he brushed the dirt off of him.
“That was rude.†Zexion slid his studded wristband over his knuckles slowly and quickly punched Myde in the face.
Jayden screamed as Myde flew backwards and landed hard on the floor, bringing the man next to him down with him. Zexion leaned over Myde’s body briefly.
Myde was a bloody mess. His nose was broken, and blood was all over his face. He wasn’t unconscious, but he was a bit dazed. Jayden screamed for help and held his face, trying to soak up the blood with her shirt.
The man that also fell on the floor rubbed his head. “What the hell was that for?†He got up and kicked Myde in the side hard, making him clutch his side in pain. He coughed since he was winded, spitting up more blood all over the floor.
Jayden pushed the man who kicked Myde and screamed at him. Tears franticly rolled down her face. The man wrinkled his nose and pushed Jayden back, and sent her stumbling into another person who turned around and joined the fight.
Zexion smiled and wiped his mouth, which was now bleeding. He walked away, his clothes slowly distorting back into his organization robe.
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Myde blinked away the blood and tears from his eyes and managed to see the ceiling. He forced himself to stand and looked around at what was going on. The entire place was filled with brawling men.
As his eyes got adjusted to the light, he realized that Jayden was no where to be found.
All around him, people threw punches, bottles, stools, and saliva. The entire place was completely out of control. He felt like he was in a war, and he just recovered his hearing from an explosion by him. His head spun, and he couldn’t feel his nose. There was blood all over the floor and all over his shirt. When he wiped his eyes, his entire hand came back bloody.
He fought his way through the crowd, shoveling people out of the way. Strands of loose hair blocked his vision, and more tears crowed his eyes. When he finally made it to the bathroom, he collapsed on the floor.
The bathroom was like a haven. Everything was silent, and nothing moved. Yet it was not the cleanest or brightest room, it felt like paradise to the soldier.
Myde held onto the sink to his left and pulled himself to his feet. He leaned over the sink, spitting blood and sweat out and staining the white. Looking at himself from the cracked mirror, his entire face below the bridge of his nose was covered in blood. With a shaky hand, he turned the faucet on and splashed water on his face.
Myde took on last glance at his ragged reflection and started to cry. Jayden was gone; she was somewhere in that war outside the door alone and afraid. If he were to go outside and look for her, he’d surely get lost in the crowd. But he couldn’t stand here and wait. He needed to look for her. He would die for her.
Myde wiped the dirty tears from his eyes and stormed out of the bathroom. It was war outside. Myde ran a bloody hand over his forehead, and ran into the crowd.
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He sat on the beach, strumming the strings of his sitar. The sound was peaceful and calm, and made Myde’s eyelids close. He always liked the sound of the sitar for more soothing situations. It did wonders to soothe his aching body and restless mind.
The sunset was red at the center, turning more orange right around the diameter of the circle and then flowing away and turning purple. The waves did not reach the bloodstained leather of his boots, and the salty air made his sweaty hair stick to his face. He watched the ripples in the shallow water dance with each other. He wished someone would dance for his music right now.
The bump on his head throbbed. He couldn’t remember quite how he was given it, but it hurt. His right eye was swollen shut and black. His shirt was torn on the shoulder, and his jeans were stained with blood and sweat. It was difficult to breath threw his broken nose. He didn’t seem to care.
As he strummed the sitar more quickly now, the music seemed to embrace him and hold him close. It made him feel secure and next to someone. Myde didn’t feel so alone anymore.
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Zexion clenched his teeth as he continued to tread water. His hair was wet and sticky, and the salt water of the ocean made the leather of his robe smell. His plan was working perfectly, not one flaw in the process so far. If all goes well, Xemnas will hold him in highest regard.
He had only one chance to make this right. If he were to mess up, everything would fail. Still continuing to tread water, Zexion changed his appearance. His body began more slender and curvy, his complexion tanner. His hair grew longer and blonde, magic curls forming at the center of his back. Although he couldn’t exactly see it, his dark eyes flashed a light blue, and his lips became fuller. Instead of the Organization robe, he had on a plain white sundress.
Zexion teleported to the shallow end of the beach.
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Myde stared straight ahead with his one eye. He concentrated on a figure appearing a couple yards from him. Although she was hard to see, he knew exactly who she was.
It was impossible though- Myde remembered what happened. There was so much blood, it got all over him. The man who did it…it was an accident. He missed his target…he hit her…he hit her head…
Myde smiled at the woman waving to him. He continued to play the instrument, smirking at the smile on her gentle face.
She raised a hand and beckoned him forward. Turning slowly around on her heels, she looked over her shoulder and flashed him a striking glance, and started to walk forward into the ocean.
Myde stopped playing and shifted forward. She can’t leave without him, not again…
He stood up and started to walk after her, sitar in hand. Stumbling almost blindly after her, he called her name. She didn’t stop.
Even after it had looked like she was out of sight, he kept swimming farther and farther out. The waves were smooth and did little to halter him. He had to get to her. He had to, because he failed before.
Myde’s arms got weaker, and the sitar strapped to his back didn’t help him at all. He was swallowing water with every breath he took, and was trying to grasp onto what hope was inside of him.
She appeared, right in front of his face. But as quick as she came, she was gone and his face reappeared. The long shady hair, the dark eyes. It seemed all too familiar to him.
Zexion grabbed Myde by his neck and shoved him under the water. Myde fought and flailed his arms around in the water, but the sitar on his back did little to help him and much to weigh him down. Zexion’s grip seemed almost inhuman…. Not only was Myde choking from being strangled, he was swallowing the salty ocean water.
At the last minute, when Myde’s eyelids took control and started to close, he glimpsed something solid and black flash across his eyes. It was swift, and once he spotted it, he felt his heart stop.
Or maybe he felt his heart disappearing.
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“Welcome, Demyx, to the Organization.â€
Although it he was being welcomed into his new home, lifestyle, and existence, he did not feel welcome.
The empty hallways…the white walls…the symbol, everywhere, watching, looking, listening, reminding…the hollow faces…expressionless voices…
He hated it.
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“What’s up Demyx!â€
The flaming red hair bounced around, his emerald eyes sparkled.
The flaming chakrams spun and whizzed everywhere at once.
“Too afraid to fight me?â€
He gripped the fingers on his other hand and raised his shoulders, wincing back every time the flying weapon came close to him.
“N…No.â€
“Then get your sitar out and fight me!â€
Fighting…he couldn’t do it…those memories he had…they had fighting in them…
The way Axel made a fist every time he clenched his chakram…it was a fist that killed her…
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t fight.
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He was forced to. He had no choice. He had to fight. And he failed.
“Nooo waaaayyy!†He screamed. It was all over.
He crumpled to the ground and fell on his knees. He gripped the ends of his robe, trying to hold on to what was real. He faded away, quickly, and before he new it, he was gone.
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In that last fleeting moment he had on the ground, he thought about things. Things could only get better from here.
The torture.
The pain.
The suffering.
Was gone.
The memories.
The battles.
The feelings.
Were gone.
He was gone, along with every feeling he had remembered from those memories from him and her together.
But he thought about it again, and maybe it was missing all along. Maybe nothing was there to begin with; maybe he was never there to begin with.
Maybe it was all there. And maybe, everything wasn’t gone. Maybe everything was coming back together again, him, her, the memories.
But he would never know.
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I just re-read the ending, the very last section, and I got very sad. I once read in a writing intucutal book thing that if you're moved while writing, the reader might be moved as well. I didn't like the way I wrote this entire story, but I must admit I liked my ending now that I really read it over. Thanks alot for the comment. =DDD
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Alright, just read my post above and you'll know why this took so long. I'm EXTREMELY sorry for the extreme delay, please just read this I worked really hard on it.
Chapter XIII!!!!! IT’S THE LAST CHAPTER! ENJOY IT!!! COMMENT BIG TIME!!!!!!!!!! I WANT EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT READ THIS CHAPTER TO COMMENT, EVEN IF IT SUCKED!!!!!
Gah, this chapter was probably my least favorite one to write. I wanted to make it great, something that would hang in your minds every time you thought of a great fanfic. Generally, I didn’t think it was great AT ALL, I thought it was probably one of my worst things ever written within the past three years…ANYWAY, a lot of other people enjoyed it, and I’m glad because of that. Please, remember to comment on everything that was amazing, and everything that was horrible! Every comment helps!
Last Chapter.
Day one
Roxas’s bedroom
He woke up snapping open his eyes only to feel them sting when the sun touched them. He moved his hand in front of his face to engulf his eyes in a shadow and keep out the bright light of the sun. He stood up, rubbing the back of his head with his other arm.
Who was this boy that was appearing in his dreams every night? This boy with spiky brown hair and cerulean blue eyes went on all sort of adventures, seeing all sorts of different people and places. Eventually, in the future Roxas would have more of these dreams, and in his head he would piece them together to make sense out of all of it.
Roxas woke up this morning feeling something different. The air had a funny taste, and when he was alone he couldn’t hear the silence. He opened his window to let in some fresh air, but it didn’t help. He got changed and after he was done eating breakfast he went outside his house to the Usual Spot.
This was not a normal thief. Whoever it was stole not only photos, but the word photos from existence. At first it was surreal to him, not being able to say a word no matter how hard he tried, but he had pinched himself more than once and he was not dreaming. When he finally saw the thief, a long and skinny figure dressed in all white, he took off after it through the woods and to the old mansion. Roxas also thought it was impossible to slither through the air like this thief was doing, but he hadn’t seen anything yet.
The figure finally stood flinging its arms and twisting its body in front of the Old Mansion’s gates. Roxas caught his breath and walked towards it, cautiously at first, but getting more defensive as he approached it.
The figure moved as if it had no bones in its body, but was made of rubber. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, but instead had a symbol on its face. As Roxas studied it more, the symbol seemed vaguely familiar, but he knew he’d never seen it before.
As he took a step closer, the thing twitched oddly in its neck.
We have come for you, my liege.
The creature did not speak those words. A tiny voice that sounded almost sounded like a wisp of wind whispered in his mind the sentence. He did not know what it meant or what this creature was, but he did know it wasn’t normal.
The zipper on the creature’s mouth tugged on its own and made its way over to the other side of its face. Inside the mouth there was nothing but darkness, the teeth of the zipper acting like the teeth of the creature. It reached forth a slim white arm, the fingers on its hand strapped together.
Roxas froze in fear, but then realized the struggle club he had in his hand. He swung out at the creature to watch his club go right through it. The thing noticed Roxas was fighting back and it began to wiggle and twitch. The pale white arms reached for him, twisting and writhing through the air. Roxas took a step backward, but lunged forward and sliced diagonally through the monster. The creature didn’t even falter, and instead it jumped clear over Roxas’s head to appear behind him. Roxas spun on his heels and counterattacked. Nothing happened to the white thing in front of him.
It’s like hitting air! He thought to himself.
All of a sudden something happened. The struggle club he held in his hand flashed a neon green and a swirl of meaningless numbers circled it. Light exploded from it, and when his eyes settled, a long key was in his grip. He almost dropped it in surprise, but his hand felt like it was glued to the metal of the handle. It tugged him towards the white creature, and dragged him forward. He had no idea what this was or how it got in his hand, but when he swung it at the creature it was a solid hit.
Roxas slashed and swiped the blade like he never thought he could. Finally, he brought the keyblade up above the fallen creature’s head, and brought it down. On contact the white monster disappeared into white dust.
Feeling more confused than proud of himself, Roxas looked around. The blade in his hand flashed green and disappeared in another flurry of numbers. Just as mysterious as it came, it was gone.
When he came to, he realized all of the stolen pictures fluttered around him in the air to settle near him. He sighed and collected the pictures up, walking back to the Usual Spot, thinking to himself how this was all just a dream, and when he reaches his house he’ll wake up.
But it wasn’t a dream. And he never woke up.
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Atop the Station Tower a lone figure stood. He leaned against the wall of the tower with his arms crossed and his pointy nose in the air. His eyes were almost closed, and his forehead was shadowed by the black hood draped over his head. A couple visible locks of flaming red hair brushed his shoulders in the wind.
He unfolded his hands as a white creature slinked in front of him and slipped a piece of thick paper into his gloved hand. The man lifted the paper up to his eyes and dipped his eyebrows.
“What’s this?†He asked his voice smooth despite his aggravation. The picture burst into flames in second and the ashes drifted away in the wind.
“C’mon guys, these pictures are worthless.†He pushed himself away from the tower and pulled his hood back over his eyes.
“Find me the real thing.â€
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I messed up badly. My life is crashing down on my shoulders. Hayner’s mad at me, and Pence and Olette think I’m going insane. I can’t tell my friends any of the stuff that’s happening to me… the white things…the dreams…the key and the girl in white…What does it mean?
I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately…
Like, is any of this for real…or not?
Roxas thought for himself hours on end. When he realized none of the gang was at the Usual Spot, he got ready for today’s Struggle match. He thought maybe, just maybe today things would straighten up and everything would make sense today.
He was far from right.
Hayner had told him that he wasn’t mad for what happened yesterday. That made his day a little brighter. The rest of the day’s events swallowed that light whole.
Everyone froze like they have been. Breaths trapped in people’s lungs, words still stuck in throats and hands caught in the air. The butterflies that shopped throughout the flowers stopped in midair, defying gravity and staying transfixed where they were. Only he and Vivi continued to move. But when he looked back at Vivi, three white figures had taken his place.
Since he was so accustomed to watching his struggle club transform into the key, he swung out at the creatures, hopping back and forth, counterattacking and sliding and slashing like a professional fighter. He had no idea where he had learned his fighting skills, but they helped him stay alive.
Tired, he brought his last swing down upon the head of the last white creature. He slowly brought himself up, panting. He put his arms at his sides, relaxing his hand but the key didn’t fall out of his grip. His eyelids felt heavy. He was too tired to continue, yet something inside of him made him push on.
Clap, clap, clap clap clap clap. Hollow, empty sounds echoing through his body. That’s all the applauding felt like to him.
“Roxas, alright, fight fight fight...†A familiar but distant voice sounded throughout the sandlot.
Roxas snapped his eyes open and leaned in closer, eyeing the figure approaching him.
He was dressed in a black robe, a hood pulled over his head. The sun reflected off of the shiny leather of his robe, making his deathly skinny figure look skinnier.
Maybe it was something his long arms, or his long fingers that reminded Roxas of someone he knew. Maybe it was his tall skinny figure, or maybe it was the way the leather moved in the wind near his feet. Whatever it was, Roxas swore he saw this person before. Nothing bothers someone most than having a piece of memory linger on the edge of your mind. He’s never seen this person before in his life, he’s sure of it.
“You really don’t remember. It’s me,†He ran a gloved hand over the top of his head, knocking his hood off.
He brought his head down swiftly, making his locks of flaming red hair bounce around. Two tiny upside-down triangles were marked underneath his eyes, making the emerald green stand out. His pointed nose highlighted his thin smirk.
“You know, Axel.â€
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“Axel?â€
The name echoed in his head, trying to find a place to settle down in, but he had no recognition of someone named Axel. The named seemed empty, it had no meaning…yet Roxas couldn’t help but hold onto it.
Roxas sat on the station tower with Hayner, Pence, and Olette beside him. He held the little blue marble in his hands tightly.
He couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. Nothing was going right. Nothing made sense. He didn’t know what the dreams were meaning, or the strange girl in white, the dark plane with stain-glass buildings were he fought that monster, the keyblade, Axel, Diz, the other man in black…none of it fit. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find any reason that they would be here for him.
“Number thirteen, Roxas. The keyblade’s chosen one.â€
He couldn’t get Axel’s meaningless words out of his head. They had no meaning, yet they meant so much to him.
He stood up when Olette handed out the ice cream. He didn’t know why he stood up so swiftly, but he lost his balance. He stumble forward, swung his arms out backward and wobbled a bit. He lost his balance completely and stumbled over the edge of the station tower.
…There was someone else there…a girl…
“Namine…? What’s happening to me?â€
“Who are you? And that’s not my name. I’m Kairi.â€
So distant…yet he knew what it meant.
“Kairi…I know you. You’re that girl he likes.â€
“Who? Please, a name!â€
“I’m Roxas.â€
“Okay, Roxas, but can you tell me his name?â€
“You don’t remember my name?â€
That voice felt like a bullet hitting him. He had never met this person before, yet it seems he knew him better than he knew himself.
“Thanks a lot, Kairi!â€
She gasped in surprise.
“O-kay, I guess I can give you a hint. Starts with an S.â€
Sora. That was the boy’s name. Roxas knew it all along, but he refused to acknowledge it. But now he knew, and that was all that mattered. He knew something true in his life for once.
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He fell off of the station tower that night, yet awoke perfectly fine in his bed the next morning. He didn’t care. Nothing made sense anymore.
The rest of the day was filled with other meaningless occurrences, which Roxas tried to pay no attention to. He just pushed the fact that these weird things were happening to him to the back of his head and tried to live with it.
The one part that did make him think was the mansion. The mansion was supposed to be abandoned, yet there was someone in there. He had met her.
The pictures on the marble walls weren’t meaningless, yet he knew nothing about them. The flowers on the island with the golden sun setting in the background were unknown to him. The girl with auburn hair and a tropical star-shaped fruit was also unknown, as was almost every other picture on the wall. Yet, he did know exactly who was in one picture.
“This is…me?†He looked closer at the picture. “…and Axel’s here too.â€
“Your are best friends.â€
“Very funny.â€
The sentence did not strike him as funny. It sent a chill down his spine.
When she spoke, her voice was alarmingly serious and saddened.
“Don’t you want to know the truth about who you really are?â€
“No one knows me better than me.†He voice quivered slightly. He was denying that sentence himself.
She giggled slightly, but it was a hollow laugh. “Of course…â€
“But…I don’t get what’s been happening lately.â€
She changed the subject. His eyes focused on another picture.
“You know these three, don’t you?â€
“Yeah, Sora, Donald, and Goofy. They’re from the dreams.â€
“About a year ago…some things happened, and I had to take apart the memories changed together in Sora’s heart. But now, I’m putting them all back exactly the way they were. It’s taken me a long time, but pretty soon, Sora will be his old self again. The process has been effecting you too, Roxas.â€
“You mean, the dreams?â€
“Yes…You and Sora are connected. And…in order for Sora to become completely whole again…He needs you.â€
“Me…what for?â€
“You hold half of what he is.†She paused. “He needs you, Roxas.â€
“Namine?â€
Finally, they were sitting facing each other. Roxas sat at the end of the long white table with Namine opposite him. She said on a fake grin on her face.
“Namine…who are you?â€
“I’m a witch, with power over Sora’s memories and those around him.â€
“A witch?â€
She put a small hand against her chest defensively and looked solemnly down at the table.
“That’s what DiZ called me.â€
“But, I don’t know why I have this power…I just do…I don’t even think there’s a right way for me to use it.â€
She seemed all too sad, locked in this white room of hers, doing nothing but drawing endlessly, used like the tool she was.
“Hmm…I can’t help ya there.â€
She looked up and gaze at him with her huge blue eyes, forcing herself to smile.
“It’s funny…†He didn’t find it funny at all. “Suddenly I feel like I don’t know myself at all…I guess I would like to know. What do you know about me…that I don’t?â€
Namine took a deep breath and slowly shrugged her shoulders, as if she was trying to hide her face from him.
“You…you were never supposed to exist, Roxas.â€
He pushed his back up against the chair, letting his head hit the back of it as well.
“What? How could you even say such a thing…even if it were true?â€
“I’m sorry. I guess, some things really are better left unsaid.â€
The next thing he knew, he was standing back on the front lawn of the mansion, next to Pence and away from the gate.
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“The Roxas that I know is long gone…â€
“…fine. I see how it is.â€
Axel griped his fingers into a fist and summoned a corridor of darkness in front of him. He walked into it, not realizing what he was getting himself into.
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The first place he went when he entered the castle was the white room. Namine wasn’t in it at first. He strode around the room, looking at each other pictures. One caught his eye.
“Your mind’s made up?â€
“Why did the keyblade choose me? I have to know.â€
“You can’t turn on the Organization!â€
When he turned around, she was sitting at the foot of the table. Her eyes beckoned him towards her, her non-exsistant smile told him not to move.
“Organization 13…They’re a bad group.â€
“Bad, or good. I don’t know. They’re a group of incomplete people who wish to be whole. To that end, they’re desperately searching for something.â€
“What?â€
“Kingdom Hearts.â€
He laughed.
“Funny?†She asked, lifting her head.
Roxas put on hand on the table. “It’s just, I think- I’ve been running away from the question, I really want to ask. What’s going to happen to me now? Just tell me that. Nothing else really matters anymore.â€
“You are…â€
She froze, and pixel by pixel drifted off into the air. Where she was a few seconds ago, she was gone.
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He knew now. He knew everything. He remembered. He remembered Riku, DiZ, Axel, the Organization…he knew everything. He knew where he was, and he knew what was to be done.
“Simply amazing, Roxas.â€
“Axel.â€
“You really do remember me this time.†For once, that same sarcastic smirk cracked across his face. It quickly changed.
“I’m so FLATTERED!â€
Fire shot up all around him. Never had he seen Axel this mad, not since the day in the hallway…
“But your too late!â€
Remembering the fight with Riku, Roxas summoned both Oblivion and Oatheeper. Hopefully he remembered how to use them.
“Two?!â€
Axel rose his arms, the flames dancing as he rose them higher. He summoned two of his own weapons.
Axel died down as his flames died down. He couldn’t hit Roxas one more time. He couldn’t deal with it.
Smirking in the corner of his mouth, his emerald eyes showed the same sarcastic message they always showed. Roxas smiled one last time, and took one last long look at his friend.
Although since his new arrival in Twilight Town, Roxas swore he did not meet Axel. Yet something deep inside of him told him differently. It was back like old times again.
“…You see, when I’m around you I don’t remember anger, or hate anymore. I remember something differentâ€
“Really, what feeling is that?â€
“The feeling of having a friend.â€
“Axel.â€
“Let’s meet again…in the next life.â€
“Yeah, I’ll be waiting.â€
Darkness enveloped Axel, licking his boots and caressing his robe like flames.
“Silly, just because you have a next life…â€
Axel was gone.
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Roxas was in a room with no walls or ceiling. In front of him stood DiZ, his last remaining opponent. In back of DiZ stood the Pod.
“I hate you so much.â€
“You should share some of that hatred with Sora. He’s far too nice for his own good.â€
DiZ’s voice was like an empty cave, empty and hollow and full of sadness and no mercy. It was like the thunder that ruined one’s perfect day, or the alarm clock that started one’s endless day.
“No! My heart belongs to me!â€
He could of never have been so much more wrong.
When Roxas hit DiZ with the keyblade, he disappeared. The top of the pod lit up in lights, and the front half opened up like a flower. Inside, stood Sora, asleep and preacefull.
Roxas approached the pod slowly, his keyblade at his side. He smiled, yet he was far from happy.
“Sora.â€
Sora floated peacefully, his hair long and outgrown, his cloths small and outdated. His face showed tranquility, his hands callused and worn. Just looking at him made Roxas quiver with a new found strength.
“You’re lucky.†Roxas smiled a longing, remembering smile. He hadn’t felt truly, fully happy in a long time.
“Looks like my summer vacation is…†He looked at the floor.
“…over.â€
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Axel punched the wall. He griped his hair with his hand strongly and walked around the center of the sandlot.
I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I FAILED!
“I failed!â€
That was all Axel could think right now. Roxas was gone. Roxas wasn’t coming back. He screwed up. There would be no shortcuts for him now, only punishments. Only consequences, only death. His life ended there.
How could he have failed? He, himself, Axel, never fails! Never! Not in his life had he ever failed to follow any order!
But he failed.
Axel covered his eyes with his hand and collapsed on the ground, punching the ground absentmindedly with his other hand.
A sharp voice, one that felt as dark as the dark side of the moon. Axel knew only too well that sinister lunar voice.
“Yes, you have failed.â€
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“You’re…fading away.â€
“Well, that what happened when you put your whole being into an attack, Y’know?â€
He felt like the educator he used to be. Teaching him how to use the keyblade, teaching him to stand up for himself, and to stand up for others. And he here, for the last time. Although he couldn’t see him, he was there.
“Not that nobody’s actually have beings, right...? Anyway, I digress. Go, find Kairi.â€
He didn’t want him to leave. He wanted to stay here forever. He wanted the pieces of him that were floated off to come back and make him whole again. All their research was gone. It was wasted. There is no such way to make your heart yours again once you’ve lost it.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m sorry for what I did to her.â€
“Well, you can tell her that when you see her yourself!â€
“Nah, I think I’ll pass. My heart just wouldn’t be in it, Y’know. Haven’t got one.â€
He wasn’t the one for apologies.
“Axel, what were you trying to do?â€
“I wanted to see Roxas. He was the only one I liked. He made me feel, like I had a heart. It’s kind of funny… You make me feel the same…â€
He was also trying to keep himself from dieing a horrible death of failure in the Organization, but this excuse seemed a bit more meaningful.
“Kairi’s in the castle dungeon.†With the last of his strength, Axel opened a corridor to darkness. He couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers anymore, the end of his robes against his legs, or even the feel of his hair against his cheek.
“Now go.â€
And with that, Axel faded away, taking a last fleeting glance at Roxas at his side. Although Sora didn’t show it, something inside of him cried.
Something inside of him he thought didn’t exist.
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“Look sharp!â€
Roxas smiled at Sora. The two were so different in personality, yet so similar in everything else.
Roxas closed his eyes and felt his body evaporate, and float off into the air to rejoin as Sora again.
For once, he felt whole. For one, he actually felt happiness, completeness. And then, he felt sad.
But not for his own fate.
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Roxas lived within Sora, and Namine within Kairi. Although Roxas could feel and think on his own, he couldn’t see, talk, and move on his own. He saw Namine every time Sora and Kairi were together.
He also saw Riku. Every time Riku looked at Sora, something would be there that wasn’t there before. Roxas could sense it. It was a feeling of guilt, or of jealously. It wasn’t a bad feeling…yet Roxas could find no good in it. Maybe it was that sarcastic smile that reminded Riku of someone Roxas knew. Or maybe it was the long spiky hair, or the shocking eyes that had Roxas reminiscing.
Whatever it was, Roxas loved it. He loved being reminded of someone that was there, every time he needed someone. Although Axel was gone, something never died.
And later, Roxas laughed at himself for believing Nobodies really didn’t exist. He laughed at the fact that they couldn’t feel emotion. He couldn’t believe he doubted his friendship was never there.
But most of all, he couldn’t believe he thought immortality meant never dieing.
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Xx Axel xX
Scene: Twilight Town day four when Axel takes off his hood
Time:11:35 - 11:30
Size: Large, about the size of your Roxas/keyblade sig, but if you must make it smaller, go ahead.
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Game: KH 2
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