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[August 16, 2006] [Kingdom Hearts 2] Waking Up
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Day: August 16, 2006
Character: Roxas
Rating: G
Everything looks the same here. The streets all blend together into one never-ending road full of twists and turns, and empty brightly-lit buildings. He hasn’t seen any other living thing, but he swears that sometimes the shadows move. He catches a dark shape out of the corner of his eye, a glow that might be eyes, and he leaps around, weapons popping from nowhere into his hands. But there’s never anything there. The strange blades dissipate into nothing and he turns to keep walking. He’s not really sure how he manages the whole thing with the weapons, or where he learned to be so paranoid. It feels natural, though, so he doesn’t question it too much.
He doesn’t question why he’s walking, either. He tried that once. He didn’t like the answers he came up with. He’s searching for something, but he doesn’t know what. It was important, he knows. When he finds it, he thinks it will explain why he can’t remember anything, and why the shadows move, and why he’s so jumpy and why he can call those blades to his hands without thinking and why he feels so alone.
So he keeps walking, and when the brooding darkness gets to be too much, and the shadows press to close to his back, he runs and hopes what he’s looking for is just around the next bend.
Day: August 16, 2006
Character: Roxas
Rating: G
Everything looks the same here. The streets all blend together into one never-ending road full of twists and turns, and empty brightly-lit buildings. He hasn’t seen any other living thing, but he swears that sometimes the shadows move. He catches a dark shape out of the corner of his eye, a glow that might be eyes, and he leaps around, weapons popping from nowhere into his hands. But there’s never anything there. The strange blades dissipate into nothing and he turns to keep walking. He’s not really sure how he manages the whole thing with the weapons, or where he learned to be so paranoid. It feels natural, though, so he doesn’t question it too much.
He doesn’t question why he’s walking, either. He tried that once. He didn’t like the answers he came up with. He’s searching for something, but he doesn’t know what. It was important, he knows. When he finds it, he thinks it will explain why he can’t remember anything, and why the shadows move, and why he’s so jumpy and why he can call those blades to his hands without thinking and why he feels so alone.
So he keeps walking, and when the brooding darkness gets to be too much, and the shadows press to close to his back, he runs and hopes what he’s looking for is just around the next bend.