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Post by xion on Dec 2, 2009 22:02:43 GMT -5
It was starting to fall into a routine for her. Every day, or at least three times a week, she’d visit here and see if anyone else was alive, or coming back to life. This probably wasn’t very smart of her. She bit her lip. What should she do? Should she stay here and look for other members? Preferably ones that she liked as opposed to those she didn’t. And, if she could only find the people she didn’t like, what was she to do then? What would happen if she was to bump into someone like…Vexen or Saix? She couldn’t do this. The chances of running into them, out of the whole Organization, were slim, but she could also bump into Larxene, Xaldin, Xemnas, or Zexion…
But, while those chances were horrible, what if she happened to bump into people she liked? Sure, there weren’t a lot of those people in the Organization, three when she counted last, but…still. Xion had to stay. Who knows? Maybe she’d run into someone other than that of the Organization. Then again, she hoped that wouldn’t happen either. After all, she was wearing her cloak, although it wasn’t zipped up and you could see the matching dress underneath. Everyone would know, by a glance, that she was an enemy. Then again, why would people with hearts, people with emotions, come here when it was the last place they should want to be? So, she was being silly. No one would ever want to come here.
Xion was having trouble actually entering the castle. So she hadn’t really run into any problems, besides a few lesser nobodies who didn’t even bother to attack her, on the way here. Should she take that as a good sign and enter the castle? Or should she take it as a bad sign that trouble was sure to come because it couldn’t have been that easy. Swaying slightly, she bit her lip and slipped both hood--one from her dress and the other from her coat--over her head so that she might be less recognizable. After all, everyone was less likely to mess with Larxene then they would if they knew it was just her.
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Post by rox on Dec 3, 2009 22:53:56 GMT -5
[Fffffffyes. I was hoping so hard for an awesome Xion and you are spectacular! Welcome to the site!]
Roxas stepped out of the portal to the unearthly sound of it closing; an unsettling, almost sonic hum as it dispersed into black mist. Then the only sound was the soft clink of the silver trappings on his cloak as he turned his head.
Here.
After a brief hesitation, rocking back slightly on his heels, Roxas took the first step and started down the neon-lighted streets.
So much had happened here. Enough that he didn't want to wear the cloak anymore, but he wore it most everywhere just out of necessity. It kept him anonymous, and it kept him untraceable to any vestiges of the Organization that might be lurking about the worlds. Not to mention it was plain cold.
This was one of the first places they might return, which was why Roxas had shoved it so far down on his list of places to search. While running into Axel or Naminé would be welcome, encountering Xemnas or Saïx would not. And while he wouldn't be returning to their service, if he did find out something about the Organization to report back to Sora or the King, that was always welcome too. After all, Sora's shadow had to carve out a place for himself when that place stopped being within Sora. Roxas already knew it wasn't among Hayner, Pence, and Olette, and Axel was long gone, s...
He stopped walking.
There was a figure bathed in the nothing glow of the castle. They were small, clad in an Organization cloak, but in the darkness Roxas couldn't tell if it was a girl or a boy. He didn't recognize them at all.
--u'rebothmybestfrien--
In fast, anxious steps, he moved up behind the person--close but not too close. While he couldn't tell who it was, the fact that they were clad in an Organization cloak put him on his guard and he called one Keyblade without hesitation, pointing it at his potential opponent in warning.
"Who are you."
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Post by xion on Dec 4, 2009 17:15:44 GMT -5
[Oh. Haha. Thanks.]
"Who are you."
Xion jumped. She had heard someone walk up from behind her, but she hadn't expected him, she assumed it was a him from the footsteps, to talk. She also heard a slight cling, which led her to believe that he had summoned his weapon. She concentrated hard. She...she knew that voice, didn't she? Yes, she did. But that wasn't the matter. Who did it belong to? Surely, it wasn't Xemnas; It wasn't nearly as commanding or as boring as his had been. Xigbar's accent wasn't present, nor was Xaldin's strong voice. Vexen's voice sounded as if someone pinched him, so he couldn't be it. Lexaeus never really talked to her; neither did Zexion, so she was sure that voice wasn't their own. Saix's voice was deeper, Axel's always more jokingly. Demyx's was a whiny high pitch, and it missed Luxord's British accent. Marluxia's voice was also deeper than that, and it wasn't near as girly or sadistic as Larxene's. That left...
"Rox...as..."
Slowly, she turned around and pulled her hood down in the process. He had his weapon summoned. That could only mean one thing. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked sadly looking down. It was obvious he didn't. If he did, he wouldn't have held a Keyblade in his hand...
Keyblade.
Xion's eyes widened and her head jumped up looking at it. In the end, he had been able to hold both his and her Keyblade, hadn't he? Could he still do that, even though she was here now? And, could she summon her own Keyblade now? Maybe...she slowly extended her hand out and opened her hand, palm up. She thought of her own Keyblade and then...clang. And her arm felt heavier. Her mouth fell slightly. She could! "Look at that, Roxas. I can still summon my Keyblade. My death hasn't affected it at all...
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Post by rox on Dec 7, 2009 14:48:49 GMT -5
"Rox...as..."
Roxas's lips parted.
She recognized him? How did that...
"You don't remember me, do you?"
--both my best friends--
He didn't move. Couldn't. Suddenly he felt cold all over, like a ghost had stepped right through him. She had eyes that were blue...so blue, like Naminé's or Sora's, and something in them seemed familiar in a way that was neither Naminé nor Sora.
Roxas drew in a slightly ragged breath that almost sounded frightened, lowering the Keyblade. His arm felt too heavy for it suddenly. While he didn't immediately trust her, he didn't doubt for a second that she was someone he knew--because he instinctively knew her. Something in her face, her eyes, told him that he knew her. But which Roxas knew her? Was it the Roxas from the Organization who joked with Axel on the clocktower? The Roxas from Twilight Town who tried to get to the beach with Hayner and the guys? The Roxas that occurred after both of them, who knew what Sora was? Or was it some other Roxas that he couldn't even remember, some Roxas who happened before or between the others and was as lost to the sands of time as his memories of this girl? He didn't know anymore. His identity, or the lack thereof, was so scattered now that giving it up and going back to Sora felt almost natural.
But Roxas wasn't going to just quit like that.
Nonetheless, he flinched back when she summoned the Keyblade and held his defensively, expecting an attack.
"Look at that, Roxas. I can still summon my Keyblade. My death hasn't affected it at all...
...Death?
Almost absently he searched for the other Keyblade, the one that would become the Oblivion, but it didn't respond. But what did that mean? Roxas straightened hesitantly, bringing the Keyblade down to his side but not dismissing it, and dropped back his hood to meet her on level ground. "You're right. I don't remember." He hesitated, making a frustrated noise and frowning. Seeing her face was like looking at a long-lost note in his own handwriting, trying desperately to determine who it was written to and why but lost without any indication of what he was thinking at the time. "Are you...are you like Naminé? Did you erase yourself...the way she did?" That was no longer true about Naminé, as the moment she rejoined Kairi both Roxas and Sora were flooded with memories from Oblivion--but the same was not true of this person.
Though he hadn't asked yet and his gaze was guarded, Roxas's eyes still demanded to know Why?
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Post by xion on Dec 8, 2009 8:21:37 GMT -5
Xion's eyes widened slightly as she took in everything. He really didn't remember. Nothing about her. Her hand dropped slightly, and she desummoned her Keyblade without a second thought. Her eyes closed tightly and, when she opened them once again, it was to stare at the ground sadly. Her first friend. Her best friend. He didn't remember her. In a way, she had expected it. After all, hadn't Naminé herself promised her they wouldn't remember her, and that there was nothing she could do about it? Yet, despite knowing that, it didn't take the painful stab she felt in the pit of her stomach.
When she heard him take a deep breath, she automatically moved forward, quickly and gracefully, and was soon at his side with a greatly concerned look on her face. "Are you...okay? You aren't going to pass out on me, are you?" she grinned at him, but the concern was still in her face, in her eyes. She blinked, suddenly, and took three steps back. Despite the fact that she was worried about him, she still had to keep in mind that he truly did not remember her, and therefore had a good reason to just summon his Keyblade and attack her. His memory served him well should this resolve in a fight. His memory, unlike hers, wouldn't stop him from attacking. Her's would. Her nonexistent heart would shatter under the fact, the knowledge, that she was fighting her best friend, again. Taking a deep breath, herself, she smiled gently and held out her hand. "Even if you trust me with nothing else, Roxas, know this: I would never be able to hurt you. You mean too much to me."
"Are you looking for your other Keyblade? she asked tilting her head slightly and with a bigger smile on her face. "I'll let you in on a secret. You were only able to wield both because one of them was mine, and I gave it to you when I died. What use had I for it? However, now that I am back, I feel I'm going to need it. After all, I don't whether the Superior, Saix, or Vexen are back yet, and I can't risk being alone and fighting them. I would surely lose against them."
When he openly admitted to not remembering her, another blow came to her stomach. "It's okay. I didn't expect you to." she said finally. When she finally regained the courage to look back up at him, she frowned at his frown. "Don't be mad, Roxas. You've forgotten me before, and I knew that you would. You and Axel, and the rest of the Organization. Not to mention Riku and Naminé." she shrugged nonchalantly. She looked away from him, not allowing him to see how much it hurt her. Yet, it was obvious to her that he would be able to. Axel had always said that it was always easy to read her. "Are you...are you like Naminé? Did you erase yourself...the way she did?" Xion's eyebrows bent down and it was her turn to look confused, if only for a second. "Oh! I suppose...in a way. However, I didn't erase myself. I guess Naminé did that for me. Listen, Roxas, I...I died willingly. And I'd do it again for the reason that I did. Dying wasn't that hard. Especially since it was for you, for my best friend."
When the words left her lips, she brought her hands up to her mouth. Why had she said that? It was bad enough Roxas didn't remember her, and that was clearly getting to him. Now, she had just added the fact that they were best friends into the mix. If he hadn't been frustrated before, he was now.
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Post by rox on Dec 9, 2009 14:52:01 GMT -5
Something like regret curdled in his stomach when he saw her clench inward, as though to protect herself from things he knew she couldn't feel...or could she? Roxas couldn't very well be certain of that. While she wore the cloak, there was still a remote possibility that she wasn't a Nobody...
She could be pretending. This could all be a trick.
Easily. But Roxas trusted his memories. They'd never led him astray before, even if they hadn't been clear in the beginning, and now they told him--however indistinctly--that this girl was somewhere lost within them.
He listened to her explanations without comment, without a word of dissent or resistance. At first he almost wanted to lash out when she claimed one of his Keyblades--the Keyblade had chosen Sora, had chosen him, and who was she to...?--but it fit in a way he couldn't explain. He couldn't agree with her, the memories just weren't there, but he accepted her summary.
"Dying wasn't that hard. Especially since it was for you, for my best friend."
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You're both my best friends, and that's the truth.
Something broke down in Roxas's head, like a dam, and he dropped the Keyblade. It landed heavily, useless, nothing but dead weight--unimportant--as Roxas reached out and seized both of her hands in his, squeezing tight enough to hurt. "Not...not hard?! Not hard to just...!" He was about to get hysterical and he wasn't sure why he was pretending this much. Snapping his head to one side with a frustrated grunt, and knowing full well that he was about to sound petty in spite of things, he continued in a softer, more hurt tone. "You...you both chose that, for my sake. But what was I supposed to do without you?"
Who will I have ice cream with...?
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Post by xion on Dec 9, 2009 23:49:39 GMT -5
Xion stared down at the floor, clenching her teeth in the process. Why? Why did it hurt this much? It wasn't supposed to hurt this much. It wasn't supposed to hurt at all. She was a puppet. Not even a Nobody. They, at least, had memories of emotions. They'd felt emotions at one point. The memories she had had weren't hers. They were Sora and Roxas'. She'd never really experienced any of it. Except, of course, the short short time she had been living inside of Sora.
She would give anything to go back in time and stop herself. She wished she could have left a note or something describing everything to Naminé, who would, in turn, end up telling Roxas everything. Naminé. She didn't know what it was, but something, deep down inside her, was telling her that...that she had been replaced. In a way, it made sense. Xion had died. She hadn't been a Nobody, either. She was a danger to Roxas. Naminé had lived. She was/is a Nobody, and she had saved Roxas, not killed him slowly.
Xion smiled down at her hand. She still couldn't believe it. She could summon her Keyblade again. She thought she would have forgotten again. Forgotten how to summon, use, and discard. But, when she thought of it, she could still remember everything they had taught her. When she looked back up at Roxas, her smiled softened and she extended her hand, resummoning her Keyblade. She swung it in front off her, careful not to go close enough to be in danger of hitting Roxas. "I suppose I have you, Naminé, Vexen, and Sora to think for being able to wield the Keyblade." she said quietly. "Roxas. When you remember, if you remember...can you tell me what you learned about me?"
Her eyes widened and they instantly began to dart between his eyes and his Keyblade. She took a step forward and extended her hand out to grab his shoulder and ask what was wrong. As soon as she did, her hands were grabbed by his and she winced at the pressure he put on them. "Ow. Roxas. Stop. Let go!" she complained tugging at her arms. "Roxas! What's wrong?" She gave him a distressed look. She knew where this was going, now. He had to understand why she did it. It was for him. He was...so much more important than she was. Yanking one of her hands out of his death-like grip, she smiled softly and caressed his face. "The better question, Roxas, would be what would we do without you? Axel and I...we met through you. The reason we became such good friends, best friends, was because of you. I don't mind that I died, truly, I don't. But I would have died anyway if you had. Besides, you were destined to go back into Sora. How could you have done so when I was so selfishly holding your memories?"
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