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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2007 10:46:02 GMT -5
Opened to Clow only. [/size][/i] Roxas never cared for Castle Oblivion. He didn't like it at all really, save for one little fact. The floors were perfectly smooth, not a flaw in it at all, shiny and glorious. In short: every skateboarders dream. Roxas was very proud at his obvious skateboarding skills as it were. Why he liked it more than the borrowed skill of wielding giants keys. Yes, if Roxas ever had a hobby it was skateboarding. By now he couldn't remember when he first picked up a skateboard at all, but it hardly mattered. This was Roxas's hobby and his alone. It was one of the very few things that Roxas could actually claim as his own. The one thing Sora had never done before until he "met" Roxas. If it wasn't for the Key of Destiny Sora would never know how to skateboard at all. And Roxas loved this fact. Finally there was a difference between them! And so that was what Roxas was doing. The sound of wheels rolling among the floor was evident within the vast empty castle. Every so often the continuous soft melody would break and would quickly follow with a quick shriek when Roxas landed from doing a trick. This went on for some time until it was finally just Roxas rolling along on his precious skateboard. He looked very normal and that was something of a feat for him. His hair was of course just as spiky and blond as always, fixed into some sort of logical array, his eyes still blue... and his face still a lovely replica of Sora's. Yet, it was his attire that finished his very normal look. One would easily recall it from his days in Twilight Town. The white baggy pants, white jacket, zippers galore, white and black band around his wrist, and that same ring on his finger. And for once he looked utterly content with the world. Not angry, or sad, or even the slightest bit annoyed. His face was composed into a mask of tranquility. He looked almost detached as though he wasn't focusing at all on what he was doing. However, in his mind it was registering his speed, wondering how much force would be placed into the next trick, and how he would land it. His mind was at ease-no dark thoughts registering at all. Yet, the rail to one of the floors was present and he did grind down it, only to leap off his board at the last second. There were orbs stuck at the end and Roxas did not feel the need to risk his life trying to jump over it. Quickly he snatched up his board and began riding again still at ease. On the first floor of Castle Oblivion.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2007 19:13:48 GMT -5
Roxas was still enjoying his skateboarding, as he often did, when he heard a sound. At first, while his ears rang with the soft melody of wheels rolling along, he thought it was an echo of someone far away. However, as he stopped abruptly, he found the voice was much closer than he had thought.
It was ranting about something.
But just as he stopped there was nothing, The voice had faded away and he was left within the silence. His blue eyes narrowed in confusion. Who else was down here? The castle was somewhat empty apart from him and a few other members, but it was fairly rare to see one milling about down here. It was rare that Roxas should see any of them at all, which he was awfully grateful for. He didn't want to see them.
And suddenly the silence was gone. Roxas heard music-a few soft cords were being played, somewhat soft, almost as though whoever was playing them was sad... or maybe even angry. Which, Roxas thought, from what little he heard of the voice seemed to be the case. It was with a heavy non-existent heart that he recalled hardly any of the Organization bothered to show even a hint of emotion. So who was it?
Roxas hopped from his board and softly shuffled forward, trying to be stealthy. His feet hardly made a noise as he drifted onward, his breath coming out in short bursts as he realized it could very well be Demyx playing. Though he didn't know why Demyx would be angry... or even come playing down here.
Suddenly Roxas heard two more words, "Damn you."
He froze.
The voice was suddenly eerily familiar. Like it was some sort of forgotten memory just now presenting itself to his conscious mind. Something Roxas had intended to forget, but many knew-especially Roxas-memories were not so easily forgotten. For that moment Roxas was frozen in place, one foot placed before him, eager to see this now known person, one behind insisting he run and run very fast.
The battle was won as Roxas walked on, surprised that a voice had so much power over him. Yet, his mind was quietly denying the voice and it's existence. It would be very silly to even consider that this familiar voice actually belonged to him. A friend who was not even that much of a friend. Someone better left without some Nobody around him. A figment of his past that had best remain there.
And there he was, sitting against the wall, putting away an instrument.
Seifer.
Roxas tried to keep his expression calm. He tried to feel sorry for Seifer and his sudden pain, his little spurt of emotion, but Roxas found himself angry that Seifer was here at all.
Dressed in a familiar trench coat.
Within a castle that tends to steal memories away.
A castle filled with emotionless shells.
So Roxas's expression was not kind in the slightest. Rather his eyes narrowed and his fists were clenched almost as though he was arguing with himself rather than facing an old friend. But he really was angry with himself. What was SEIFER doing here?
Seifer was not supposed to be here, he reasoned quickly. Seifer was supposed to be at Twilight Town tending to his home town, watching the others there, making sure order was in place. Not here. Roxas closed his eyes briefly-hoping his memories had not gotten the best of him. Perhaps, he thought quickly, this was just mind trick. He had been trying so hard to forget of Seifer, all of his wise words, and everyone else in Twilight Town. Maybe his memories were fighting back not quite ready to be forgotten. Maybe he was finally going crazy. Perhaps there were some after effects from parting with Sora.
Roxas then opened his eyes, his expression suddenly composed as he gazed at Seifer. However his blue eyes looked dangerously angry.
"So..." Roxas began, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "what are you doing here? And what's up with the trench coat?" He did not sound happy at all.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2007 23:07:14 GMT -5
Roxas was angry. If that was what Seifer was aiming for he certainly got his wish. ROxas was furious.
Nobody or not.
He couldn't help it. Seifer's very presence angered him. Not because he lingered in the very place he wished-had hoped, had dreamed-that he would never go to, but he was changed. He thought of the kind Seifer before. Their first reunion. That moment where Seifer insisted all of this, his life he now lived in, really wasn't necessary. But who, ROxas wanted to laugh, was with him now? Who was now in the claws of the Organization as well? Seifer was.
It made him sick.
But his eyes widened at the mention of them. They had not told him? That had to mean the Organization. This was no longer a secret to everyone else. The other members knew and probably did not care. They probably knew that Roxas would react unkindly and so thought not to tell him. Maybe they just forgot. He knew the Organization was cruel but to thrust the people he cared for most into the Organization? Were they trying to make him angry?
More than ever he wished he was among his old friends. More than ever he wished he was running in the brilliant sun rather than standing in this dull bleak hall talking with a friend better left forgotten.
He listened on as Seifer spoke though he wished Seifer would just disappear. Roxas wanted him in Twilight Town, nice and happy, not here. Not here with him or Xemnas. Seifer was joining up with the bad guys and Roxas wished he could just go and push him away. Back into the light. As far away from here as he could make him go.
When Seifer finally mentioned the photo, the one of them and others as children, he nearly launched himself as Seifer ready to fight him rather than have him speak. He remembered the photo vividly. He knew he would be up front, his small face beaming with this unheard of happiness, hands up to the sky, eyes so bright you'd think stars were caputred within them... that photo. Where they were all otgether, so small and innocent, friends forever. Bliss easily seen in each small face. For once a happiness that was not so fragile.
Heh ated that photo. And to know Namine saw it... he hsuddered. What would she think of him now? Yet she probably kenw that was not his happiness at all. Simply a mirrored image of the tiny Sora years ago. That was not Roxas they were seeing in that picture, but rather Sora through and through. He loathed that very picture with every fiber of his being because of that fact and that fact alone.
But Seifer had more.
Namine had given Seifer his lost memories back... and even some of Roxas's. This nearly made him turn around and find Namine himself. How could she just give away his memories like that? If anything Seifer was best left alone with what he had-those bits of his normal life. Not Roxas's life full of tainted innocence. What right did Namine have to give his memories away like free candy? He could imagine her soft pale face, distraught coloring her voice. She probably assured herself that he would not mind-Seifer did deserve to know did he not? Yes, of course he did, she would remind herself, he did deserve to know. He was there, a figment in Roxas's life so he deserved to know the truth.
But he didn't.
Seifer did not deserve it. He shouldn't have even wanted it.
Roxas cursed his non-existent heart to death. It was, if anyone's ROxas's fault for involving Seifer at all. When he saw him lingering beside Kairi that fateful day he should have just turned around. He could have left Seifer to tend to his own normal life. Never should ROxas have come toward him and muddled his life so.
But Namine... what was she THINKING? Roxas's memories were his own. But now she was giving it away. Roxas owned that did he not? Did she not know what she was doing involving others like this? She should have let them be! He could not express his fury fearful that he would do something rash. But he looked so perfectly composed, he simply stood before Seifer and nodded. Inside he was in a deep set of rage. Namine and ROxas had finally involved too many people. Their selfish little ways were beginning to shine through-to take light. If ROxas had let Seifer be this would not have happned.
Xemnas. As soon as the word was though Roxas found his mind racing with anger. How could XEMNAS dare to do this to him? Xemnas was wise, in some sense at least, but he was plucking what little Rxas cared for and altering it so. Was Xemnas wanting Roxas to do something rash? Why wouldn't he tell him of this?
There was a long silence.
"Seifer." He said the name with some difficulty trying to gain control of his emotions. "What I have memorized isn't your buisness. It's not really Namine's either. Why she told you all this.... why she would... I don't know. I don't want you here. Just go home. Who cares what Xemnas said? Whatever happened with your little 'I don't cooperate with destiny'? Looks like your following it pretty well." His eyes burned, but he found himself smirking, sneering at the boy he had been so envious of before. "Would you like me to show you around here? You've seen it all-" he gestured to hismelf. "-empty shells in empty halls. Whatever Namine told you... whatever she hsowed you... there's a reason you never saw any of it. It doesn't concern you and if I ever wanted you to do anything Seifer it would be to just go."
He shook his head, a small bitter laugh escaping his lips.
"But you won't, I know that. You're too stubborn. Sense you're here though what did Xemnas tell you, huh? What did he tell you to scare you into a corner?"
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