Running, always running. Ever since he'd failed in fulfilling the order to destroy Roxas, destroy his best friend, destroy the only thing that made him feel like he had a heart in this non-existence. He'd been running for so long.
So tired. So tired or running, of hiding, of lying in order to scheme away the lies and show the truth.
What do you do to the one who destroys the traitors, when he turns traitor himself? He knew, and that's why he ran. Endlessly running. He had to run, he wanted to see Roxas again, just once.
Please, let me see Roxas again. I made a promise, I aim to keep.
These thoughts and more always spiraled around in his head while he ran, while he hid in a corner watching the Lunar Diviner walking down a nearby alleyway always searching for him, tracking him. Never far behind, while he tried to stay a few dance steps ahead.
The dancer was faltering though, and he knew it. It was only a mater of time before the pursuer caught up and took the lead. Then it wouldn't be a dance of survival; it would be a dance of pain, pain and death.
Death and betrayal, was that really the sum total of his so called existence? Talk about a shitty existence.
Hiding behind a hope that despite the fact that they didn't exist, that maybe someone would remember him, that someone would have him memorized like he kept asking people to. Because he was a brief existence, destined to be snuffed out, a flurry. A Flurry of Dancing Flames.
Battles with the moon had left him weak, but perhaps he still had one last dance. One last dance before the end. Yeah, one more dance to perform, he owed it to Roxas, to Sora.
Eyes closed, breath deep, hands tight on battle scared weapons. Emerald eyes open, determined before the tide of unending Dusks and Assassins.
This was it.
This would be his final dance.
Might as well make it one to be remembered. Got it memorized, Sora? Roxas?
~AN~
I do not own Kingdom Hearts, damn wish I did but I don't.