Déjà Vu (Roxas)

[deshitana5]

Whoo! Whooo! Whooo! The wind whistled as through the well-structured pathways of The World That Never Was, crossing over the Heartless that lurked in the shadows and through the cracks of the buildings that rested closely packed together. Above the sky was forever black, the grey clouds drifting across the smooth surface threatening to rip open and dampen the earth below at any given moment. The rest of the area was illuminated by the lights of the quiet buildings that encased the deserted roads with their emptiness. The place was quiet and lonely, a shell of a world that refused to let Hearts in unless it was for the soul purpose of building an artificial Kingdom Hearts. A thing that even when fake was still powerful.

At one point a Heart shaped moon used to rest in the dark skies casting it pale light upon the world below. Kingdom Hearts….it really had existed here in the place that lacked a Heart; however, after Ansem, the Wise had used his machine to digitalize some of the gathered Hearts and Sora and Riku had come behind the man to sweep up the rest of the mess, the giant Heart had vanished with its light and instead left the Darkness, Heartless, and wandering shells in its place. This world was not meant for those with Hearts, but instead the shells without them. The place’s dreary and forbidding atmosphere was a tell-tale sign of the danger the place brought to one entering it. It screamed to stay out and wanted no one else in it accept the Nobodies that it was built for; however, a handful of people had come to this place over time. Some of that group lived here while others only came to shatter malicious plans being built within the hollow world.

There were many memories here both good and bad sunken deep into the streets and buildings, the only witnesses outside of the Heartless to the events that transpired here. For one keyblader, this place was more painful than pleasant to be in and so unless it was necessary the place was avoided by the young man; however, today changed that avoidance.

As he was whisked away from Twilight Town, the Light released Riku into this cold, unwelcoming, and empty world. As the Light faded away, the white haired keyblader that it left behind stood calmly on top of one of the buildings, the wind blowing through his hair as his aquamarine eyes took in the scene he was so familiar with by now. As his eyes studied the area, marking out the newer sections of the place that had been unveiled after the dream had ended, memories of the past were flooding him as he remembered how he had come through here to save Sora from Xehanort’s plan to turn his friend into another puppet to place his Heart in. Xehanort…he almost succeed thanks to Ansem getting in the way and later Xemnas too. They had been close…too close to winning, but thankfully Mickey and the others had come right in the nick of time to help him. They saved Sora and got him away from this place and back to the safety of the Mysterious Tower. When they left this place, Riku had hoped that that would be the last time he’d have to come the place, but here he was again in the chaotic shell that no longer had a master.

It was unnerving how this place changed and added onto the vastness it contained. It was almost as if someone or something came here to keep the place maintained and up-to-date. Perhaps it was silly to think such a thing, but every time he had been brought here something new had been added. Riku continued to look around, his eyes going from the unveiled section to the castle in the distance. He wondered…had any of the Organization members come back? Would that strange castle let him explore it when its master was gone to find the answers or would it rebel against his presence and send the Heartless and wandering Nobodies after him?

He watched the castle a moment longer, feeling as if it was watching him back… daring him to come to it and take on whatever challenge it held for him. He wanted to take the castle up on its offer, but for right now he would decline as he looked away from the structure and focused on the area behind him. From where he stood on the roof, he couldn’t see much, so he went to the edge of the building, placing his left foot on the low edge as he carefully leaned forward to scan the area below.

This place again, huh? he thought as he scanned the familiar open area below with streets leading off into various sections of the city. He had come through here multiple time heading to the castle to help his friends, but the true reason this place held so much power over his memories was because it was here that he had confronted and defeated him. Organization XIII’s Number 13, Roxas, the Nobody that was the other half of Sora.

Riku had defeated him here and took him to DiZ to be placed in that fake Twilight Town to wait until it was time for him to go back to Sora. Back then, he never considered that perhaps what he had done to Roxas was cruel. His mind had been focused on only helping his friend. He didn’t stop to think that he was shattering someone’s life or bringing pain to him. Back then it did not matter as long as Sora was woken up again.

But now, being brought back to the place where it all had ended for Roxas, he had to wonder if it was right what he had done or just plain selfish. While Roxas was indeed a shell, he wasn’t like the other Nobodies…empty and unfeeling. No, he was full of life and emotions like Naminé. They made you believe they really had Hearts and the emotions displayed were not fake. They were real. It was something that should not have been possible for one lacking a Heart, but both he and Naminé bent the rules…made it possible.

Naminé…Roxas…Now that this war between Light and Dark had started were they still resting peacefully within their Somebodies’ Hearts or were they like Xion brought back to their original state for whatever purpose fate had in store for them all? And if so, what would happen if they were to cross paths again? Would either remember him? Would Roxas remember what had been done to him and hold it against him? Or would the meeting be a chance to start over new?

Questions without answers, but for the moment Riku let himself ponder them and play with the possible answers. A dangerous thing to do when one was in the middle of hostile territory, but his senses told him he was safe and that for the moment he had some time to spare. Exploring, information gathering, and the castle could wait for the moment….

[keyofdestiny]

[Sorry for the wait! And for the terrible post! D8]

Roxas never thought he would be here again, here where everything ended for him. In the ever dark and gloomy cityscape that was The World That Never Was, was where he met his defeat and nearly seven days of bliss. Even though the memories and friends in that world were fake, apart of him wished it could of been real. Back then in that simulated Twilight Town, he felt like a normal human being. But he wasn't human... no he was anything but a human being. He was a being that should not exist, a shell with no heart. He was also a pawn, moved around on an invisible board by the people pulling the strings. He was also the nobody of a hero.

Sora.

He had forgiven him, accepted his fate to become one. And overtime as he lived within the keybearer's heart he came to a realization... It had to be him. No one else could save everyone who was suffering. While Roxas had emotions he didn't have the selfless attitude that his somebody had. And as much as he hated to admit it at times, he wasn't fit for the role of a hero. Who would of thought the shell spawned from the most emotional being possibly in the uinverse, could be lacking such traits? Well it was true he wasn't cold and emotionless like Saix or Xemnas . He proved to be bitter, cold, and angry at times. Something Sora seemed to lack, and if he were to feel anger it wouldn't last very long...

Cerulean blue eyes stared at the dark gray and black skies above. He could just feel the humidity of this place. As though a warning of what was to come. Even with himself covered by his cloak and hood, he hated the feeling of the torrential rain beating down on him like a waterfall... As he walked through the silent dark streets of what was a endless night he found himself in a familiar place. Here was where was where everything changed. When he fought Riku... Riku... That person was one of the reasons he had to suffer so much. And as much as he wanted to put the past behind him, a part of him couldn't let it go.

He wanted nothing more but the satisfaction of defeating Riku, no tricks or power ups.Just a fight to prove who was stronger. And he would be lying if he said it wasn't for personal revenge either. He knew it was, but his mind wanted to think it as a 'rematch'. Suddenly a crack of thunder ripped through the sky as Roxas looked up as the sky opened releasing the rain it kept stored up for so long.

As the cold water hit his face he found himself staring up at someone familiar.... Could it be? It was him... "Riku...!" He growled as he felt his fists tighten, taking a bold step forward he released a yell in order to get the dawn wielder's attention. "RIKU!" His voice echoed through the dreary night resounding off the tall buildings. And Roxas had no doubt his voice would reach the male above...

And he would be waiting to fight him down below...

[deshitana5]

(Your post was fine and no need to apologize. I am used to waiting. ^^)

Riku continued to stand on the top of the building thinking as the wind blew through his hair carrying with it the scent of rain. His aquamarine eyes traveled upward and looked at the stormy black sky without light. This place, so odd it was. It was a place that was supposed to be empty and dead and yet…while the buildings that surrounded the place did indeed fulfill that role, this place was not empty or dead. The Nobodies that lived here each left a fragment of themselves here and the Darkness thrived in this place as if it had a Heart to consume. This place…it lived in a different fashion than most. It had a life and aura of its own that made it, attractive and repelling at the same time.

This place was still a mystery to the keyblader even if he had visited it multiple times in his journey. It still held secrets that even he did not understand. Memories from times and places he could not remember…and yet felt distinctly attached to. It was a connection that infuriated the keyblader, but also drove him to discover more about it, the keyblades, these wars...all of it. He wanted all the pieces to line up and the answers to become clear, but it seemed the more he dug and poked the messier the situation got. It was annoying to the point of wanting to give up and yet, he knew he couldn’t do that. As long as he held the keyblade, he’d have to continue trying to collect the pieces of the puzzle and put an end to all the fighting. A daunting task made heavier now that he was a Keyblade Master. But how was he going to accomplish his goals? He understood that he was not fighting alone in this war, but still…was he even worthy of this position given to him?

Riku sighed inwardly as he pondered this, the oppressive atmosphere of this world only making the thought heavier. He had wandered off the path and had to be saved by his friends from the Darkness. While he had returned the favor by aiding his friends in their times of need, he still could not shake the feeling that perhaps there was some sort of mistake here. Yes, he could fight, but he didn’t have the power to heal suffering like Sora did nor did he have the strength to guard or protect those closest to him as Mickey did. He was just himself—a guy that had been thrown so many curve balls within his life that he wasn’t sure what to think anymore. The confidence he usually held was shattered when he remembered well that he could fall into Darkness easily.

It was this thought of falling back into Darkness that made him wonder about the choice that had been made. He summoned The Way to Dawn to his hand and held the blade before him, examining it with a curious eye. Keyblades…they belonged to those with a strong Heart, but strong Riku was not. What did this blade see in someone as broken and fearful as him? Why had it chosen him to be master when there were other candidates better suited for the title? It wasn’t that he hated the position he was given. No, he’d shoulder it just like any other challenge given, but just because he accepted what he had to do did not mean he understood it.

“Why are the answers so hard to grasp?” he wondered out loud, his voice soft and low as he studied the blade for a bit longer, searching for answers, but finding none. And why is it always in the most depressing of places that I begin to question myself? he thought.

“Tch!” was all he said in response to his own thought as he lowered his blade to his side. This place…secretive as it was had the down side of running off of others torment. He didn’t know how many lives it had shattered or how much misery it had absorbed, but every time he had traveled these empty roads there was nothing, but a sense of dread and depression that hung over the place hinting at the malicious nature hidden under and within the buildings.

Once more he began to wonder why the Light had brought him here. Outside of exploring and searching for answers, there was nothing for him here, so why did it leave him here? What was it he was supposed to find or meet here? What was he supposed to do outside of the general? What was his mission?

A rumble from above drew his attention from his thoughts as the heavens tore open and unleashed a heavy rain down upon the hollowed world. Riku closed his eyes as the cool liquid hit him, letting it wash away the thoughts and calm him a bit. There was no need to get frustrated so soon. In time it would all become clear, so for now all he needed to do was be patient and calm.

Calm….right.[/i]

“RIKU!!”

Aquamarine eyes snapped opened at the familiar yell, shocked and taken off guard as his eyes quickly traveled from the sky and downward. It couldn’t be and yet…

He’s here,[/i] Riku thought as he took in the small cloaked formed below, knowing without seeing exactly who it was. The aura was familiar as was the anger that radiated from him, a signal that the young Nobody had not forgotten the crime made against him. It was a bit disappointing that this encounter might end up in a fight, but perhaps it was a fight that had brought him here. Maybe he was to set the record straight and clear it. Or perhaps it was just bad timing that had brought the two keybladers together. Whatever the case was as the shock wore off, Riku found a slight smile crossing his lips.

Riku had wondered what had become of the Nobody and while the situation was far from friendly, he was glad to him again. Angry and revengeful or not, at least the Nobody was alive and safe. Despite the relief, he got from seeing his best friend's Nobody walking about once more, there was a piece of Riku that still saw him as a rival and wanted nothing more than to challenge him. It was this side that showed itself when it heard, the Key of Destiny’s call.

With a smirk, Riku watched the hood covered blonde from above wondering just how much the Nobody had grown in his absence. Would he be harder to beat or would this end up like before. Where he had won without the use of the Darkness?

Only one way to find out right? he thought to himself and then stepping up to the edge of the building, he closed his eyes and let himself fall forward and over the edge. He did not scream as the wind rushed passed him and the rain slapped against his skin. He was used to this fall and had performed one similar to it the first time he and Roxas had fought. The only things different now was that Roxas was waiting below and there were no distraction from the Darkness or broken memories as he fell. This time it was truly just them and the rain.

Riku kept falling until he sensed he was getting close to his destination. Doing a flip to knock off some of the speed of the fall, he landed in a crouch on the ground, his limbs bending easily to take the impact of the fall as the hand that held his keyblade was held out to his side to compensate for balance. Once down, he rose back to his feet slowly and looked at Roxas with a smirk.

“Roxas, it has been a while hasn’t it?” he asked calmly as he held his keyblade loosely at his side as he watched his potential opponent. How would this end this time?