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I have no idea where this came from… 0.o;;;
NO FLAMES!
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS ENCOURAGED!
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Remembrance
"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
When Sora had woken up, it was almost a detached feeling. The room was white and bland and there was a feeling—a void somewhere deep in his heart.
"I guess my summer vacation is over." A forlorn voice said quite resignedly in the back of his mind. Sora raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What?" he couldn't even understand his own thoughts now.
"SORA! SORA!" Sora turned and smiled. His friends were here too at least.
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"My name's Axel. Got it memorized?!"
"I don't understand." Sora muttered quietly as he followed his friends outside. Before they were completely out of the strange manor's view, Sora turned and his gaze led him to an open window with white curtains. A shadow of a figure quickly passed over before nothing was visibly seen. Sora blinked before he resumed walking, the town ahead must hold some answers.
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"We're friends!?"
"I'm Hayner, that's Pence and that's Olette. Hey…are you sure we've never met before?" the blond over-confident boy in front of Sora inquired.
Sora honestly didn't know.
"I'm new to this, uh…town." He spoke quietly, unsure.
"Oh…well, okay then."
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"I guess it's true then. You really don't remember."
The black robed man in front of Sora and company was really infuriating.
"Gosh, Roxas, you can do better than that!" he taunted.
Roxas?
Who was Roxas and why would they refer to him as so?
…and why does the name sound so familiar?
"I don't know who this Roxas guy is you're talking about! My name is Sora! S-O-R-A!"
"Whatever you say Roxas."
This man was really annoying…and stupid.
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"I'm a witch with powers over Sora's memories and those around him."
"It says here, 'Thank Namine.' Whose Namine?" Jiminy inquired as he read a sole passage from one of his record books.
"A-hyak! I don't know. Gosh, Sora. Do you know who it is!?" Goofy inquired innocently.
"No…but it sounds…familiar."
Maybe this Roxas and Namine are linked?
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"You and Sora are connected."
"Number 13 of the Organization, Roxas. The Keyblade's chosen one."
Apparently these people were annoyingly persistent…or just plain dumb. How many times did he have to explain himself!?
"I'm not Roxas!"
A smirk was all he got.
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"You hold half of what he is."
"A nobody? Is that who--"
"Yes, a nobody is born when the heart of someone is taken. Organization 13 just happens to be made of really strong nobodies. Nobodies were never supposed to exist."
"Oh."
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"My heart belongs to me!"
"So Roxas was my nobody." Sora thought idly. The blond boy in the black hood was another part of him.
A sadder, more hate filled part…that unfortunately now, was only a memory.
And with a small sigh Sora came to a sad conclusion.
"And all he wanted was a heart of his own."
"A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen."
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(I don't own the quotes, I got them off of somewhere. This just came from who knows where…it's sorta just a drabble, I guess. Sora's thoughts on Roxas.)
till later
twilight