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Ah, Twilight Town.

He hasn't been here for what feels like ages. This entire thing feels so familiar--his being reunited with Donald and Goofy, being in a place he knows well enough in search of his closest friends. Now he's got an extra hand -- Roxas, of course -- and the thought reassures Sora, ridding him of any possible doubts. There's something strange about Roxas that Sora just can't place. True, they have a connection -- that much he knows for sure -- but there's something else. Something...familiar. Something...that makes him feel like he's himself again -- fully.

Whatever it is, Sora knows that the four of them, with their strength combined, can take on any Heartless or Nobody the Organization decides to throw at them.

Sora leads the group up along the familiar marketplace area, his arms crossed behind his head. He looks up at the buildings, at the setting sun that bathes everything in a warm orange light, and then from side to side. It's quiet here, he realizes, but he doesn't feel anything particularly ominous about this stillness.

He can hear the sounds of his companions' footsteps behind him and the distant chirping of birds from somewhere, but no one speaks yet. Perhaps it's time for Sora to break the silence.

"I wonder where Kairi might be," he muses aloud.

Date: 2006-12-31 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
It's so odd, being back here. Everything is the same, and yet...so different. He spots a young woman he knows as they walk in the marketplace area and he waves at her, calling out her name. The woman looks up, frowning, but doesn't wave back, as if she doesn't recognize him.

He doesn't bother going over and saying hello. The look she gives him is enough for him to know that she's never seen him before.

Bit depressing, really.

Very depressing.

"I dunno," he mumbles, focusing on Sora again. "It's not that big of a place though, guess we could just poke around..."

Date: 2007-01-02 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aerora.livejournal.com
Sora looks over to Roxas, also quite disheartened that the woman didn't recognize Roxas when Roxas obviously recognized her.

"Huh...yeah, I guess," he says, looking around. His puts his arms down. "We should look for Hayner and the others--maybe they might've seen Kairi."

Date: 2007-01-03 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
Hayner and the others. His friends. Past or present? Were they or are they? He hasn't forgotten how things had gotten so strange those last few days, how that final day had been the worst. He hasn't forgotten how he felt like a phantom, like he was gone from their lives and had never really belonged.

It still stings, and being back here makes it worse.

"Yeah." he agrees, "Yeah, we should."

Date: 2007-01-03 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aerora.livejournal.com
Sora, usually quite dense to these sorts of things, picks up on Roxas' melancholy, even if its only just a bit.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, turning to him.

Date: 2007-01-03 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
"Yeah," he lies with a weak smile. "It's just weird being back. But I can't want to see the gang--" another lie "--so let's go!"

He knows the way, knows the spot, knows that's where they're likely to be, so he's off with a run in no time, laughing loudly like it's some sort of race.

Date: 2007-01-03 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aerora.livejournal.com
Sora quickly turns back to look over his shoulder, exchanging glances with Donald and Goofy. His two companions shrug.

Then all three chase after where they'd seen Roxas run off.

"Hey, wait up!"

Date: 2007-01-03 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
Another laugh (more real this time) as he glances over his shoulder, legs pumping hard.

"Come on Sora, you gotta be faster than that!"

How he isn't sure how he knows that, of course, but he presumes he is.

Date: 2007-01-03 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aerora.livejournal.com
Sora grins, gaining more speed as he tries to catch up to Roxas with Donald and Goofy trailing behind rather loudly.

Soon he's up to speed with the other boy, and they're nearing the Usual Spot.

"I see it!" Sora calls.

Date: 2007-01-04 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
"Yeah!" Roxas shouts back. "That's the spot!"

And it is, it's the spot he know so well, too well now, and he knows even from the outside that it's the same spot, just without him.

Still hurts to think about it.

Date: 2007-01-04 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aerora.livejournal.com
Sora slows to a halt. Yep...looks like the same place, all right.

He doesn't know much about it, only that it's where Hayner, Pence and Olette like to hang out.

"All right, lets see if they're there," says Sora. He starts walking past the hole in the chain-link gate.

Date: 2007-01-05 03:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
"Yeah, let's."

Following behind him, Roxas hopes vaguely that they're not.

Date: 2007-01-05 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boundhearts.livejournal.com
But they are.

Hayner, Pence and Olette sit in their usual perches, looking rather bored. Each one of them has a blue-coloured popsicle in one hand and none of them notice Sora, Roxas or Donald and Goofy yet.

"Man, this totally bites," Hayner says, grumbling. "Every time we finish one independent project, we get assigned another!"

Olette shrugs in response. "Well, it isn't so bad -- this one sounds pretty easy, anyway."

Date: 2007-01-07 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
His eyes fall on each of them in turn (Hayner, Pence, Olette) with a sad, almost distant sort of longing. It's like seeing long lost friends that have forgotten all about him. His eyes travel to his usual sitting position, both saddened and pleased to see it empty and looking unused.

He should say something, he knows he'll have to speak up eventually, but for some reason the words won't come, his lips won't work, his mouth feels suddenly dry and his tongue feels heavy, like he's gone days without a drink.

Or maybe he's just afraid.

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Date: 2007-02-19 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
Roxas has wandered off to the Gummi Ship, just as he said he would, and now he's all alone again. Alone with his thoughts. He leans against the craft, glancing around for signs of life and finding none. They managed to land it well away from the more populated parts of Twilight Town. He doubts he'll need to explain the ship to anybody.

He hopes not, anyways.

Date: 2007-02-20 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aerora.livejournal.com
And in the mean time, Sora has returned to the Usual Spot in hopes of finding out what happened to Kairi and if any of the gang -- Hayner, Pence and Olette -- might know of her whereabouts.

He's trying not to think about Roxas' situation and the knowledge of knowing someone but them not knowing you. It'd be hard, he thinks, if any of his friends forgot about him like that.

Date: 2007-02-20 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
Roxas kicks a stone away with his foot, turning his gaze up at the clear blue sky. It's nice weather today in Twilight Town; heck, it's almost always nice weather here. It's a cool place to live, he decides, now that he's seen a bit more than his hometown.

Or it was a cool place for him to live.

With a weary sigh, Roxas ducks his head down again, holding his hand in front of him, palm up as if ready to grasp something.

"Come on," he mutters. "Why won't you just appear already? If I had you again, I could be a hero. I could be like Sora. As it is..."

He closes his eyes and lets his hand drop again.

"...I'm just a nobody."

Date: 2007-02-20 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boundhearts.livejournal.com
No time to sulk and let your guard down, Roxas. You must always be alert, whether alone or with your friend Sora.

Suddenly a small group of five Dusks materialize out of thin air -- or so it would seem -- their thin spidery forms dancing about in constant movement.

They don't seem to be too interested in pep talks right now. One of them slowly begins to advance towards him, followed by the rest.

Date: 2007-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
His eyes snap open at the now-familiar sound of the creatures appearing. He's not sure what it is that makes that noise, exactly, but he knows it means danger, and this time is no exception.

"Holy-!"

He tries to take a step back, only to discover he can't. Gummi ship right behind him, as he now recalls. But he can't just leave it! It's their only way out!

So Roxas does the first thing that comes to mind.

He picks up a loose rock, pulls his arm back, and hurls it at the closest Dusk.

Date: 2007-02-20 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boundhearts.livejournal.com
The Dusks are a little smarter than that. Not that much smarter, mind you, but smart enough to know that when a flying projectile comes at them, they should move out of the way.

So the Dusk being targeted shifts to the side, it's spindly limbs waving in space.

And this allows one of the Dusks to take this opportunity to come up from behind Roxas. Watch out!

Date: 2007-02-20 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
He does, in fact, watch out. He's trying to keep an eye on every one of them, something that's proving difficult given the number of eyes he has. Still, he catches sight of the one sneaking up behind him and jumps quickly away, trying to get a little free space.

...of course, 'jumps' is a bit flattering. Roxas isn't a very experienced creature-fighter-guy. He more or less stumbles out of the way, hoping to keep them all in front of him and present his back to none.

"Alright, come on, come on, now's the time to start doing your thing again, Keyblade. About to get trashed, could use a magical and timely appearance right about now..."

Please?

Date: 2007-02-20 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boundhearts.livejournal.com
The Dusks won't wait for any ol' Keyblade to appear. They have a job to do -- though they're not exactly conscious of this decision, as it has been made for them -- and they are quite willing to give up their existence for it.

One of them swings its stringy arm at Roxas.

Date: 2007-02-20 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
He manages to sidestep, backpedaling with little to no hope of escaping these things. He knows it, and if they had any brains, he's pretty sure they'd know it too.

Still hoping for the Keyblade.

"Come on! I'm sick of waiting! I'm in serious mortal peril here! I'm talking to myself for Christ's sake! How much more desperate do I need to be!?"

Date: 2007-02-20 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boundhearts.livejournal.com
If Dusks could talk, one of them might say to another, This is going to be a piece of cake...the kid's defenseless.

Needless to say, another Dusk catches on and swings at Roxas, too.

Date: 2007-02-20 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com
He dodges again, but just barely; they're getting too close for comfort now, and he doesn't dare turn tail and run. What would Sora think?

'Sora. The whole reason I'm here. He's letting me tag along; he and I both know I'm no use if anything bad happens. He's the hero, not me. Not me, never me. Just Roxas. I had my chance, I had my fun. So what do I do now?'

He's starting to breath heavily now; he's starting to panic, to sweat. He can feel his heart going a mile a minute, and he doubts it's going to slow anytime soon.

'We're supposed to be so alike. We are. We're connected. But then how come he's the big hero and I can't even take down five of these things? I can't even guard the stupid ship, let alone save my own hide.'

They seem focused on him though. Maybe he could run, he thinks. Maybe he could escape and they'd chase him and he could outrun them.

'Is that what I'm good for? Running away? I thought I was supposed to be the big Struggle champion of Twilight Town. I'm supposed to be the guy who could go toe-to-toe with Seipher and his bad attitude, even when I didn't have a chance. Since when do I run away?'

He stops glancing behind. Stops backing up. He plants his feet, holds one hand in front of him, palm down, and closes his eyes.

'Alright. No more running. I'm going to be like Sora. No, I'm going to be me. The me I used to be. The me I'm supposed to. I'm going to call this Keyblade one last time. If it appears, it appears. And if it doesn't, I'll fight these things anyways. When they first showed up in my town, I fought them with a Struggle bat, even when I couldn't land a single blow. I didn't need the keyblade to fight; even if it hadn't shown up, I would have fought as hard as I had to to stop a dirty thief. So that's what I'll do now. I'm going to fight and fight until all of these things leave me alone, keyblade or not. I don't need it to make me a hero. I don't.'

He doesn't feel the weapon in his hand at first. His eyes remain closed for a moment, then slowly open. And there, resting comfortably in his grip, is the keyblade. And he knows without a doubt that he finally got things right.

Gripping it in both hands, Roxas looks from one Dusk to the other, glad to have a proper weapon for what's about to happen.



Three minutes later and the only one left is a boy with a keyblade, smiling victoriously.

Date: 2007-02-20 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boundhearts.livejournal.com
There is a pause -- a stillness in the air. It isn't the peaceful kind, or the sort that will make one feel at ease because a battle is over. It's the kind of stillness that is thick with anxiety and anticipation.

Because the battle isn't over. No, not by a long shot.

A larger group of the same creatures appear to replace their perished comrades, their large heads and sharp teeth snapping while their limbs sway from side to side. There must be fifteen of them, this time. It's hard to keep track with so many moving bodies.

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