Author's Note: Shocking, isn't it? I haven't written any Kingdom Hearts-related material in the longest time, so bear with me if things seem a bit creaky. But spring break is driving me crazy and I've gone and done attacking all my other fandoms, so I'm back. For how long? I can't say. But this came to my mind. It's really a bunch of nonsense. But if you can make sense of it, kudos for you.
Standard disclaimers apply.
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Never Forget
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He always wondered what she meant when she told him, again … again …
"She hasn't forgotten you … Roxas."
He never asked her what that meant. Forgotten me? Who hasn't forgotten me?
Only one voice spoke his name over and over again, and she was just like him. A Nobody. Two Nobodies, forgotten by the living, the breathing, the Somebodies.
"Roxas, don't you remember my name? Are you forgetting, too?"
Naminé. Her name was Naminé, the blonde girl with the light blue eyes and the hesitant smile on her pale face. He stared at her blankly, then at the sketchbook in her hand.
That's right. Naminé was always drawing, wasn't she?
"No…Naminé. I remember your name."
But who hadn't forgotten him?
"She's been asking him every other day. She's been asking about you."
Me?
Time was nonexistent but he waited before concentrating, focusing, listening.
Sora, how is he?
He's…fine, I guess. Why?
Just wondering.
Why are you always asking, Kairi
Because…I just want to know.
Someone was asking. Someone wanted to know. Was he imagining things? Perhaps this little endless white world he was trapped in was driving him crazy. But that's impossible; he doesn't exist. If he doesn't exist, nothing can drive him crazy.
Then one … time … he finds himself staring at a lovely sky and an endless blue sea. He's listening to Sora talking to someone and someone's laughing at his words. A laughter and a giggle.
"…this summer, we'll try again."
"Give it up, Riku! We'll never get off this island!"
"We haven't tried yet; that's why!"
Riku. Riku was laughing. He wants to get away. From where? Where to?
A girl with long red hair. She's watching the sunset, her face aglow in the warm light. She looks over her shoulder at him … at him … and smiles.
"No matter what," she says slowly – and Roxas feels she's looking at him. "No matter what, we'll go together. Right?"
And while they're nodding and laughing and agreeing, she mouths a name. He could read the syllables, and suddenly the white walls are a bit more bearable, the loneliness a bit less taxing, the nonexistence less like madness and more like a trial.
Roxas wasn't a Nobody anymore than Sora was a Somebody. Someone spoke his name. Someone remembers. Someone cares.
And that's all that really matters in his nonexistent existence.
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Author's Endnote: Thoughts? Reviews appreciated. Thanks.