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[ He glares at the communicator, wanting to ask why can't you just drop this but already knowing the answer.

It's Sora; he can't let go of anything really important. It's something Roxas likes about him. But not here and not now. ]

You woke up.

[ Accurate and yet not. He's sure Sora won't be fooled into thinking that's all there was to it. But to Roxas, it's all that mattered.

Sora had gotten his last day of summer vacation. Roxas hoped he'd made it count. ]

What about....between then and...when we... [ fought ] ...the next time we met up?

~~The first time I can remember.~~

[He squeezes the device tightly in one hand.]

Your pod opened. That's the only time I ever saw you face to face. I didn't even try to go back to you, it just happened. It was like falling asleep.

I woke up when Axel died. You know what happened then.

[ when he swallows, it's not audible but it feels like it might be, a heavy sharp weight that could cut the inside of the throat, lodge behind a heart and leave a quiet kind of scar. yet it's not his still. it's his other's, belongs to roxas, and he's not sure if he's claiming too much when he thinks: maybe this is how you felt? ]

I'm sorry for what he did to you. How he...

[ 'used you' is just part of it really so to just chalk it up to that alone is wrong.

He wishes Axel had gotten to see Roxas again, vice versa, wishes there'd been some other way and isn't that one of the worst feelings too? To wonder and never really be sure. ]

He was wrong, you know. I could hear him.

[ While they've shared a lot by now, both before and after Roxas puzzled out their true connection here in the City, but this is a side that's probably new to Sora. Roxas has never been bitter before. ]

I don't forgive him.

[ There's some distortion from Sora having run into someone, entirely focused on the conversation as he is, but when he talks again it's quieter, like he's gone off to one side somewhere, which he has. ]

I...

[ wouldn't either? don't blame you? can see why?

... ]

I....don't think he deserves to be.

[ which coming from Sora is another thing entirely but he knows as sooon as he says it out loud that he means it. ]

[He lets out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.]

You don't even—

Just...forget about it.

I won't forget about it. You won't either.

~~Why won't you tell me?~~

I know it upsets you.

But I don't understand and I want to understand. I didn't think I'd get the chance to with you and since we have it I don't think we should just...

[ just let it go by....just call it okay

when it's not ]

You wouldn't understand this.

[ How could anyone? Thinking you're a normal person. Wanting only to spend every day with your normal friends. Then having it all ripped away.

He doesn't want Sora to understand that. No one should have to. ]

Maybe not....but....you shouldn't....

...I mean...

[ he pauses, for a long time, ends up sitting down where he is, cross legged like a kindergarten kid taking up surpriisngly clean sidewalk in an alleyway ]

...I don't want to make you tell me. That's...not what I wanna do. It's...enough people've made you do things you didn't want to or without telling you...everything they should have.

But...

Well.

I know maybe I wouldn't understand. I'm not you. But...I want to be your friend and....I want to...understand as much as I can - what happened to you and how you felt. How you feel.

It's important to me.

[ a pause, just background din ]

...but don't...I mean...I don't know how to say it another way. Even though it's over, it hurt you.

I don't think you should have to deal with it by yourself.

'cause you're not by yourself now.

I'm just sorry you were....and...

...yeah...I'm just sorry.

I wasn't by myself!

[The words pour out in a torrent. It's the last thing he wants to happen but his emotions are too raw and too close to the surface.

This was in the past. All that pain—the heartache—done with, Xemnas and Ansem both dead and gone, nothing left but to sort out a new life here in the City and figure out what he and Sora mean when they're together as friends and not one person.

But now it's like what happened months ago was really yesterday, and his heart and his eyes burn as he tries to hold back the longing for the ones he never got to say goodbye to.

Hayner. Pence. Olette.

Axel.]

I wasn't by myself. Or at least I thought I wasn't. Then he showed up and ruined everything!

[ Sora's not sure what to say to that. He doesn't understand enough and that's the whole problem here of course. ]

Not all the time, but....what about when you left?

Roxas....I'm probably getting a lot of things wrong.

I don't mean to.

I just...don't know a lot about what did happen.

[He's quiet for a long moment.]

I'm going to the beach.

[ Sora doesn't reply but when Roxas gets to the beach he may see why: Sora is there, waiting, looking more filled with misgivings than he knew he could feel or express. His ridiculous shoes are gone, his bare feet buried ankle deep in the sand, toes wiggling anxiously under the sliding granules.

He blinks at his other, his friend. There's lots of things that can go here: an apology, for starters, and please for another, except Sora isn't sure anymore what he's asking for. Or no, that's not quite it.

Trying to meet Roxas even when Roxas does not want to be met or wants it to be released, to let go, is pushy, is maybe too much, but it's got to be better than doing nothing right? Sora doesn't remember who first taught him that trying is better than not trying, but it stuck, and it is entirely possible that that belief is fallible. If that's true though, it will take Sora a fair time longer to fully come around to digesting that, so for now he goes by a confused combination of what he knows: keep trying. And what he's not sure of but keeps taking jabs at in the dark: this matters, it's none of my business except that it is, we're friends and I want to know even if he doesn't want me to know. Secrets aren't good for any of us, right?

He bites his lower lip and spreads his hands, arms fractionally akimbo, a posture of please don't be mad but really it would be okay if Roxas was because it would be how he really felt. Sora can deal with that. Maybe at the root of it, the heart of it, that's still what this is about: he just wants to finally be honest with him even if he doesn't know what that entails yet, for him or for Roxas, for both of them. And sure, okay, he wants that selfishly in return.

Backing down isn't Sora's way at the end of the day. He's got to keep at it until the last moment, and the last moment hasn't come yet. So here they are. ]

[ He takes the long road for once, walking instead of opening a dark corridor, gathering his thoughts—which mostly consists of trying to tamp down an unbelievable fury.

Isn't it enough, DiZ, that you had to destroy my life twice? Can't your memory die with you and leave me alone?

As he steps onto the sand, Roxas senses Sora before he sees him and angles himself in that direction, although he doesn't meet what he imagines to be Sora's questioning gaze. This isn't his fault and neither of them deserve what happened. It's too bad that doesn't make it easier to talk about.

Barely extending one hand, he summons a weapon in a flash—not a Keyblade of white or black, but of gold and silver, simpler in design but no less powerful. The Kingdom Key. ]

Wanna spar?

[ He answers more out of instinct than thought this time, nods keyblade coming to hand more in feeling than thought as well, and it's strange to see its double across from him, disorienting almost though not the way it might have been before. This time it's more an uncertainty as to what it means when they fight or if they are just sparring because talking is too hard sometimes. ]

Sure, [ he says and it's so quiet it almost is like he speaks more to himself, falling into a ready stance.

Maybe if he tries to stop badgering for a minute, maybe Roxas will say something more of his own choosing, whether about DiZ or something else, another aspect of it Sora doesn't know. ]

[ He doesn't talk for now, doesn't even think of doing so. Instead he falls into a matching stance, equal and opposite, and strikes the first blow.

It's nothing like the furious blows of their previous fight, but it's not halfhearted, either. Resigned, maybe, or focused. The beach isn't a good place for even a mock-battle, especially for Sora, who must contend with a lack of shoes, but neither of them have been able to make many of their own choices in the last few years. That hasn't changed now.

This is easier than talking. Falling into the rhythm of combat, letting his body choose for him—it's much easier. ]

[ Sora doesn't mind the absence of his shoes, just figures it's something to get used to the way being a lion cub was something to get used to, and in the scheme of things a shoelessness is a lot less of a shift. Still, if he seems less than committed it's not really true; he's distracted though, maybe a bit too intent on Roxas' expressions (or lack thereof) as they swing at each other, sand flying in all directions each time one of them or both get propelled back by a clash.

He lets the silence get shoved around by nothing but the seabreeze and the rush of waves hitting the shoreline for a fair amount of time, but as he starts to break a sweat - feels his skin prickle on his nape with the wash of cold air - he digs his bare heels into the sand just to push off with more intention towards his other. It's not a downward swing so much as a side-swipe, not aiming to land a blow on his person but to make a spar worth the while. ]

I feel [ he grits his teeth when the blades connect ] like you know more about [ he pushes back] me [ tries to keep his footing solid ] than I know about you.

[ In a way it'd be easier if he let it go, he can tell that just fine.

But easier isn't always better. ]

[ With not much to lose or gain, they're equally good, as far as Roxas can tell. No surprise. He'd lost once, but that was a battle of the heart. Nothing to do with what's happening now.

He keeps moving, dividing his attention evenly between his opponent and his words. Sora's at something of a disadvantage, but Roxas won't back down. ]

They didn't want you to know me.

[ Something drops in Sora's chest, not his literal heart but the idea of it, the emotional connection of it perhaps, and instead of wavering, he pushes back all the more, as if he could convey in his counterattacks, in his maneuvers that Roxas is worth knowing. It's not that that may even be the issue either, but there's a deeper seated instinct here in response, as if he thinks about it too much he'll just stop and not do anything at all, and that's no good for either of them.

His toes grip deep in the sand or try to but he keeps sliding around a bit more than is helpful, ends up just ducking Roxas' next swing rather than trying to parry. ]

They didn't want a lot of things.

[ And still, some of them happened anyway. ]

[ He backs off a little, just enough to give Sora some breathing room. This isn't about trying to hurt him. Maybe Roxas should want that, want to lash out against the person who ultimately inspired all the pain he's been through.

But he doesn't think he'd want that even if he hadn't experienced being part of him—hadn't, in the end, felt what it's like not just to have his own heart but to fully connect with another's. Maybe it was the same heart all along. Either way, he hurts for Sora, too. He shouldn't have to face this. ]

They got what they wanted in the end.

Maybe not. [ He says, Roxas having given him enough of a berth that Sora catches his breath and has a moment to try and assess what he reads in Roxas. This has never been his forte though intuitive leaps often have lined up with enough sheer dumb luck to get him where he needed to be. Not always. A lot more than other people experience though. In short, he's been lucky and he knows it, knows it better now for beginning to know Roxas than he ever might have otherwise been aware.

Bare toes curled hard into the sand, he can feel that they're a little cold - to be expected - but he doesn't go for his shoes or even make any kind of obvious nod to them, just re-steadies his grip on the keyblade and takes a defensive stance. ]

I mean...the end wasn't...the end. We can still know each other...right?

[ Not that that's all this is about; that's the point isn't it? That there's so much to address and maybe, maybe in the end they won't have enough time still, but he doesn't have any kind of reference for how to do this. He just knows he'd rather give everything his best shot than no shot at all, even if it backfires. ]

Yeah. They did.

[ He takes a sharp tone, but doesn't attack again. If he does, the way he feels now, it might start to be real. And Roxas won't allow himself to be angry to Sora—he loves Sora, for being a friend and being part of him and everything in between.

But Sora isn't the first friend he's loved. And while time and understanding have eased the pain of that loss, right now that wound is fresh again, torn open by the actions of deities he still doesn't understand. ]

We can know each other now.

[ He's not sure about back home, what will happen if they return to being one person. He's not sure about much of anything.

After a long moment, he dismisses his Keyblade and turns to the side. Takes a couple steps. And drops onto the sand, his back hitting the ground with a muted thud. ]

[ It's only as Roxas turns away, keyblade disappearing that Sora pauses mid-stride, ready to move to the offense if that's what they need here and if truth be known, Sora just isn't sure what they need here. Talking or fighting or both. In the plainest, most genuine sense of the word he doesn't understand because he is not Roxas. He keeps wanting to go with what he feels but it's not just about his feelings, not even about those primarily at all. He's afraid consciously for the first time he can remember in a long time if ever, that he'll make some kind of mistake that pushes Roxas the wrong way and too far.

It's the last thing he wants.

He hurries over to Roxas when the blond drops back into the sand, unclear if it was on purpose or not, but once he realizes he's okay - physically at least - he pauses at his side, not sitting down right away. He does dismiss his own keyblade too though, absently digs the toes of one foot deeper into the sand, hands fidgety at his sides now. ]

What're you thinking?

[ Right now, he wonders. What? How do you feel? What should I say?

I do want to know you.

Being a literal part of each other isn't really the reason at the heart of it either. It's more intangible than that; they're friends.

And that's being part of one another if they like, but it's not the same as the other thing. ]

I'm thinking...

[ He stares up at the sky, wondering if even in a place like the City, the stars that aren't yet visible still represent other worlds. Familiar ones.

One sky, one destiny. ]

I had one week left of summer vacation.

Not days off from the Organization. Real vacation. Seven days before school started again. I didn't want to go back because I liked spending all with my best friends. Hayner, Pence, and Olette.

[ It's still all so clear. ]

I was 15. I'd never been in a battle or heard of the Heartless. I didn't know what a Nobody was.

And then weird stuff started happening around town. Things started going missing, things connected to me. A weapon that looked like a key showed up in my hand without me doing anything to make it happen. This guy named Axel showed up and told me we were best friends, but I'd never met him before.

I thought I might be crazy. But I just had to get through the week and everything would be normal again.

Except on the sixth day, my friends walked right through me like they couldn't see me. Because they couldn't see me. And I found out none of it had ever been real.

Edited 2012-02-25 07:33 (UTC)

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