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oo1。 watching, waiting for something
[ A city seemingly consumed by shadows, sparse light only provided from empty buildings and the occasional street lamp, unless one counts the neon lights that line some of the edges of said empty buildings. There are some piles of rubble, blocking a number of the streets and the only way around them is through the alleyways that contain even darker shadows that than the whole city itself. The sole reason for the shadows overtaking the city- a bright moon in the shape of a heart lighting the sky, partially blocked by a towering skyscraper that seems to be in the center of the city, shining like some sort of beacon for all to head towards.
And at the base of it stands a lone person dressed in a black coat with their hood drawn, not moving for the moment.
Perhaps the reason for said coat is the block out the rain that's falling, a harsh wind blowing once in awhile in tandem with the thoughts going through said person's mind. Or perhaps it holds another purpose. Whatever the reason, he doesn't seem to be moving from his spot anytime soon, gaze turned upward to the sky and possibly looking at the heart shaped moon. Or maybe the castle that can be barely seen at this vantage point.
But if one could see into his thoughts, questions whirl in almost chaos, unrest there as he tries to piece a puzzle together despite all the pieces not being there. Fragments are missing and he can only do so much before needing to go off and find the rest of them. But will this place offer said answers?
Why?
What's going on?
How did it get to be like this?
Where's Sora?
He doesn't know but he's hoping that it will.
Because he's tired of not knowing, of being left in the dark. He wants to know and he won't stop until he figures everything out.
First step is always the hardest though. ]
And at the base of it stands a lone person dressed in a black coat with their hood drawn, not moving for the moment.
Perhaps the reason for said coat is the block out the rain that's falling, a harsh wind blowing once in awhile in tandem with the thoughts going through said person's mind. Or perhaps it holds another purpose. Whatever the reason, he doesn't seem to be moving from his spot anytime soon, gaze turned upward to the sky and possibly looking at the heart shaped moon. Or maybe the castle that can be barely seen at this vantage point.
But if one could see into his thoughts, questions whirl in almost chaos, unrest there as he tries to piece a puzzle together despite all the pieces not being there. Fragments are missing and he can only do so much before needing to go off and find the rest of them. But will this place offer said answers?
Why?
What's going on?
How did it get to be like this?
He doesn't know but he's hoping that it will.
Because he's tired of not knowing, of being left in the dark. He wants to know and he won't stop until he figures everything out.
First step is always the hardest though. ]
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even then, this is strange, this is unsettling. the whole city rings badly in his heart and in his mind and he can't help but feel a certain
w̸̨͕̌̿ͭ͆ͨͮ̉͂r̄̔̄́̚҉̥̱͚̩͈͚̰ͅọ̲̻̲̦̜̺̃͢͠n̺̻̻̥̊̔ͣ͋̈́̀͞g͉̪͂ͭ̒ͥ̍ͤͮͤ͢
he shakes his head as he comes to the skyscraper. unlike Roxas, his coat has no hood, and is navy blue, cinched at the waist. he has similar boots and--Riku realizes a minute after--a strip of cloth in hand, though he has no clue as to why.
hm. his eyes raise back to the back of the blond.
this is his dream. he'll wait. ]
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Standing here in the darkness, there's a feeling of familiarity for him, a sense of reason and purpose for being here in this very spot as opposed to the clock tower where he longs to go. To eat ice cream at the top with his friends and watch the eternal sunset of Twilight Town as it washes its orange and red colors across the quiet town. But here, there's a reason he's here despite not knowing what that reason is just yet. Perhaps to find his answers?
Maybe.
He doesn't notice the other person right away, the hood obscuring much of his sight unless he moves. And after getting a feeling of not being alone, he does so to see someone relatively familiar. Silver hair and a black blindfold...?
▒Giving up already?▒
His hand goes to his head, memories that aren't his mix with the ones that he knows are.
▒So it's true. You really are his-▒
NO.
Pushing the memories back, he remembers who this person is and what role the other person plays in said memories, both his and Sora's. Best friend and kidnapper. And something else that he can't even begin to figure out. ]
What do you want.
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flashes of other memories, flashes of his own, and Riku can't make sense of it. he's seen this boy's face before, but he's different from the other one. Roxas, the other Roxas--he knows him, has met him. he has never met this one. damn it, his head is already started to ache and he hasn't even talk--
ah.
oh, okay, so that's how it's supposed to be. ]
Why are you standing out here?
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[ Watching and waiting for something, something, to happen but what he doesn't know yet.
It's probably the need to figure out the answers, hoping to find it in the heart shaped moon or somewhere within this city that's familiar to him. Vague flashes of memories of the time he actually had been here come and go within his mind, none he can particularly make out but recognizing certain things. Axel waiting for him as he leaves, the clash of Keyblades after defeating shadow figures, some kind of confrontation.
Everything blurs together, an odd mist coming from nowhere starting to fill the area, as the haze of memories attempting to distinct themselves but not succeeding at all. This isn't the best time, nor the best place to do this. Nothing is making sense..
He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts and somewhat successful. ]
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[ he murmurs, and out of sheer curiosity, he wraps the blindfold around his eyes, masking his view. he can see timelines easier, yes.
but that doesn't mean anything if he can't actually see. ]
You want answers, don't you?
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[ Seeing Riku wrap that blindfold over his eyes brings a pang of familiarity to him, remembering the last time he's met the other boy. The reason he even went to the simulated Twilight Town. His defeat.
But for some reason, he can feel that this Riku is...different somehow.
It's weird. ]
How do you know that?
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Because I can see what you've gone through and what you'll go through. You've been searching for answers and you haven't found them. You're still searching.
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What do you mean you can see what I've gone through?
[ If anything, the most perturbing thing is that Riku's right. He's still looking for answers and hasn't been able to find them. That's why he's here, isn't it? ]
Just what do you know?
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[ he frowns and pulls the blindfold off fully, discarding it to the left. ]
I know about Axel. About X͈̭̹̮̞͋i͉̞̙̗̙͑o̡̥͍͙̼̟̩͉̬̻͌̃͊͝͠n̢̠̺̼̓̃̒͆ͬͮͧ̌, even if you don't remember. You're Number XIII of Organization XIII. The Key of Destiny. How many days has it been? Three hundred and...?
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[ He cuts himself off, taking a step back this time when the full meaning of what Riku said hits him. And then listing off all those things about him, things that he hadn't known until just recently when he'd gone looking for those answers himself. But what about that one part he couldn't understand?
Just how much does this Riku know? ]
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[ it's an even answer, he sighs. ]
Your future's clear, too.
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Why should I believe anything you say?
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[ Is this really his then? Not just something from Sora's memories or something simulated like Twilight Town had been for him? No lies then, only what he wants to know? ]
Even so, how can I just- [ take your word for it. ]
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I'm giving you a choice to know everything. I̛̽ͯ̽̾͌͌̉ͫͦ̊̈̾͢҉̟̳̩̳̫̺̖͎̺̘̤ ͉̰͓͍̙̘͗̌̔͐͊̆̈̈́͆̊͆̈́̌͌̓͑̅́̚͘͢͞g̶͍̝̮̣̘̱̠̹̱̬͕͇̑̂̍ͤͥ̊͒͛̚a̢̘͓̗̙̭̠̤̰͇̯̭̫̾̐̏ͮ͒̍͛̋ͪ͆ͩ̔̊̑ͪ̔ͤ̐͟͝v̘̲͎̪̦̦̟̤̜͔̫ͧ͌ͣ̌̓͂ͣ̋ͩ̉͌͜͢ͅͅȩ̷͉̝̹̜̟̩͉̝̫͈̘̯̰̪̔̔́͌̾́̕ ̵̨̛͔͚͇̖̳͋̒ͭ̆ͤ̃͑̒̊̓ͥ̋̈̍̚ơ̞̤̝̲̜̣͈̱̤̠̝̝̌̐͐̈́́̀͡n̵̵̨̝̺͚̥͓̙̦̟͍͓̈́ͨ̓ͣ͢ͅe̴̳̗͔͍̳͓̖͚̹̝͕̯̲̠ͭ͌̃ͦ̌̓̈ͣ̕ ̓͊ͥ͛̔͌̈̊͑͛̏̓͏̸̶̷̹͉̪̤͚͈̼̫͓̥̞̪̬̞̣͍͎͉̬t͙̤͖͓̬̪̣̣̯̳̘͇͇̻̦̜̠ͮ̓̅̂͗̂̆̍͠͡ͅǫ̛̘̹͓̹͚͆ͨ͗͗̌ͣ̽͘͜ ̆̉̿̊̾ͫͪ̀ͣͦ̽̅́̅̔̍̊͏̷̧̪͕̞̲̠͎̳̜̹̫̖̻͖̖ͅh̽͗ͮͮ̋̔̍͌̄ͦ̚͏͜͡҉̢̙͉̜̪̫͔̰̻̦̩͉̘̲̼͍͇̩̗ͅe̸ͭ̐ͯͮ͛ͥͬ̒͐̅ͧ͏̟̻̼̲͔ŗ̵̛̘̤̰̞̪̗̲̻̘̥͖̰͍̭̖͙̞̀ͨ̋̓́ͥ͛̾͆͐̑͌ͣ͋̕͞.̍̋̿̃̎ͧ͐ͧ̔̂҉̢̘̳͙̲̳̹̦̠̬͈̜ͅ I'll give one to you.
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Of course he does. His lost memories, what happens to him after returning to Sora, everything. But what if it doesn't turn out so well?
What if, in the end, he just ceases to exist? ]
Just tell me.. what happens to me then.
[ His past can wait, it's his future he wonders about more. ]
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... Yeah.
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He still doesn't understand what that means, becoming whole. Or maybe he does and he's just not accepting it because in the end, when he "becomes whole" he'll disappear, won't he? His entire existence isn't meant to be after all.
A shake of his head. ]
How can he care about me when he doesn't even know me.
[ How can anybody care for a Nobody. ]
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[ he pauses, and reviews his own words, and bows his head; a chuckle. ]
He's like that.
... 'were never meant to exist'. Really think about that, Roxas.
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His eyes narrow at what he says last. ]
What's there to think about? I shouldn't have existed, right? And in the end, I had to go back without anyone telling me anything.
[ Those words still echo in his mind, leaving a sharp feeling in his chest where he knows he shouldn't feel anything and yet he does, where his "heart" is. ]
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Just like someone doesn't mean to say something, but just because you don't mean something, because you aren't meant to be something, because you aren't meant to exist--
It doesn't mean you don't. There's more than one way to look at your situation.
I said I'd tell you what I could. But I can't if you don't look at all possibilities.
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What is he supposed to say to that. He's been told he wasn't meant to exist, but. He did- does. The scarce memories he has of his past within the Organization, and the ones he has yet to regain, aren't they some proof that he does? That he's lived a life despite not supposing to, his life and not Sora's.
So why does he exist then...
Roxas is completely thrown off by what Riku just said and it shows. Now he can't help but think about all the possibilities that the other has said there could be, if he can even think of them all. Probably not but he would try to. ]
I just... don't know what to think anymore. Everything I thought I knew was a lie and everything I should know I don't remember. Everything else.. no one will explain to me.
[ At this moment, he's glad that he still has his hood up, hiding the frustration that's already so clearly conveyed through his words and voice. But it's also hiding the tiredness he feels. He just wants this confusion to end. ]
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[ maybe it's too late, but Riku isn't sure if that means much. ]
What else do you want to know? Anything specific?
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