Hey! Well, this is just an idea I got while avoiding some homework ^-^

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I hated Roxas. Well, obviously I couldn't hate him for real. I was a Nobody, after all. We don't really hate. We just know what we would hate if we were actually Somebody.

And I know I'd hate Roxas.

Even now, he walks around the tower looking all innocent and unassuming, like a dumb puppy. Then he looks at me with those big, blue puppy-dog eyes and I want to incinerate him.

Well, maybe that's a little harsh, seeing as how he's my best friend and all…

I chuckled to myself, making Roxas look up at me. I just grin and go back to my book. But I'm not reading. I'm thinking.

What a curious thing us Nobodies were. I was something, but nothing. Alive, but dead. Awake, but asleep. So many contradictions. It was hard not to remember a time when inside I wasn't so…dead.

But I could remember. I remembered what it was like to be Lea, to be Somebody. I remembered what it was like to feel.

I hated my Somebody, too. Lea had had the life, had had the heart. Then he ran off and got "killed," for lack of a better word, and granted me this pointless existence. He cursed me to a life of unfeeling.

But maybe I'm just shirking the responsibility. Maybe I was Lea? Or are we even similar? It's hard to tell sometimes.

Lea was reasonable, smart, nice. I'm irrational, conniving and generally shy away from "nice." How could we have been the same?

I grit my teeth. That makes no sense! We were the same and different.

Just like everything else, a contradiction.

What does that leave me? An echo of an emotion? Lea didn't hate. I couldn't remember a time that Lea had hated anyone. Well, he hated rain. Did that even apply here? Could I hate Roxas like Lea hated rain?

I glanced up at the blond kid, considering the notion. He held a book in his lap, but felt my gaze and looked up. He frowned. "What's wrong?" Concern. It didn't sound as fake as it should have.

Roxas was perceptive. He was kind. He was considerate, patient, always smiling, always putting other people before himself. He made it look like it wasn't all a ruse, like he could feel. Like he was actually capable of caring.

And somehow, along the way, I started to feel like I was capable too.

That's why I hated Roxas, and why he was my best friend.

So many contradictions.


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God Bless,

-RainFlame