Post by Roxas on Jan 16, 2010 2:09:07 GMT -5
It was actually a bit odd coming back to the Organization after doing missions. Almost like another life had taken hold and now he was back to where he started. The same white and blueish greys against a black either starry or stormy skies. The Grey Area was no exception, in fact one whole wall... was it just one wall? Maybe it was more. It didn't matter. It was all glass window, from ceiling to floor, the two Romanesque columns that upheld white vases and white roses made of marble disrupted the continuity every six panes of glass. And beyond that, nobodies could only see the clouds that gathered under their castle, and the tarnished golden-blue moon in the shape of a heart. Looking up at it again only reminded him of how he'd questioned his purpose, his intent, his will... And how he left the Organization.
Looking out these windows, from his seat on the couch, it reminded him of how it became once he and Sora joined. He was no longer in charge of his body. It was more like watching a long movie on a dark night from his couch. Just like the way he watched the clouds and the moon now. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he couldn't do much of anything, and when Sora looked in the Mirror, he saw the brunette, not himself. He never really enjoyed watching the movies... at least... not during those seven days. The chance never came up during the other 358 days. The blonde blinked a moment, his nose wrinkling as his brows furrowed in thought. How many days had passed now? more than 700? Maybe even more than a 1000? He stopped counting after that last day... 365, the day he and Sora became one.
But now... now it was different. They were separate again and... Sora didn't need him. Roxas frowned. No one needed him really. He was alone again, with a large blank in his memory prior to just a while ago. It hadn't been long after he was brought back to help the Organization bring back Kingdom Hearts again-- Why? Was Xemnas planning something evil again? The Keyblade wielder stared at the glass, lost in thought. That's right, the last time he was here, he found out that Xemnas had something else planned, he didn't want to get their hearts back... He didn't want to have hearts. Wait, HE knew it? No... That didn't seem right, he didn't know... someone told him....
"Augh, Why can't I remember anything?!"
The question reflected and bounced off the empty walls and glass, resounding throughout the room, not a single answer to be had.
Looking out these windows, from his seat on the couch, it reminded him of how it became once he and Sora joined. He was no longer in charge of his body. It was more like watching a long movie on a dark night from his couch. Just like the way he watched the clouds and the moon now. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he couldn't do much of anything, and when Sora looked in the Mirror, he saw the brunette, not himself. He never really enjoyed watching the movies... at least... not during those seven days. The chance never came up during the other 358 days. The blonde blinked a moment, his nose wrinkling as his brows furrowed in thought. How many days had passed now? more than 700? Maybe even more than a 1000? He stopped counting after that last day... 365, the day he and Sora became one.
But now... now it was different. They were separate again and... Sora didn't need him. Roxas frowned. No one needed him really. He was alone again, with a large blank in his memory prior to just a while ago. It hadn't been long after he was brought back to help the Organization bring back Kingdom Hearts again-- Why? Was Xemnas planning something evil again? The Keyblade wielder stared at the glass, lost in thought. That's right, the last time he was here, he found out that Xemnas had something else planned, he didn't want to get their hearts back... He didn't want to have hearts. Wait, HE knew it? No... That didn't seem right, he didn't know... someone told him....
"Augh, Why can't I remember anything?!"
The question reflected and bounced off the empty walls and glass, resounding throughout the room, not a single answer to be had.