-The Afterworld-
Xion sat on a couch. Not a white couch, not a black couch, a gray couch. Dull, dismal, boring, gray. She was interrupted from her dislike of gray couches by someone.
"Excuse me." Someone asked. The voice was high-pitched, nearly a sing-song tone.
"Yes?" Xion said, slight sarcasm in her voice. She wasn't the type to have sarcasm, more the type to use sarcasm when necessary. She quickly double-taked, however.
"Namine!" she said, nearly jumping off the couch when she saw the blonde with her.
"Hi, how are you?" Namine pleasantly asked.
"I'm wonderful!" Xion exclaimed.
"Finally…. Some company." She said, letting out a sigh.
"You've been here alone?" Namine asked, curious about the Replica.
Xion nodded. She paused to run a hand through her raven hair. "Well, not really, 'alone' but I train, sleep, eat. Did you just get here?" she asked, cocking her head.
Namine nodded before starting. "Yeah, I finally met Roxas and Kairi one last time. And I met Sora…" her voice stopped, as if she was choked up with emotion. Xion's eyes got very big, focusing on Namine.
"Well, I'm going to be here for a bit, then go back to Kairi. You?" Namine commented, smiling.
Xion face turned towards the ground. "I- I don't know. I mean, I don't know when I'll wake up. I'll have to wait some more, won't I?" Xion looked back at Namine, desperate for an answer.
"I guess so…" Namine said back. "I don't have the answer. Sorry. Knowing Diz, I'm sure you'll turn up soon."
Namine looked at the ground, before a sudden thought made her grin. "Besides, Xion, you couldn't do my job."
What was a little friendly competition?
"Oh really…'"Xion said, rolling her eyes.
"Really." Namine said, standing on tip-toes.
" I could so do your job. Rearranging some memories? That sounds easy." Xion shot back.
"It's not as easy as it looks, or sounds, for that matter. It's a risky situation." Namine countered.
"And being a imperfect Replica of Sora that looks like Kairi and uses a Keyblade isn't risky?" Xion asked.
"You have a point." Namine said.
"Well, you think you could handle being forced to die if you don't finish in time?" Xion dared, urging Namine on.
"Do you think you could handle repairing Sora's memory after you had broken it? While you-" Namine shoved her index finger at Xion's chest, the Replica slowly backing up as Namine unleashed her fury. "You...you screw everything up, and force me to start from scratch! Do you even know how much damage you almost caused?! If Roxas hadn't killed you, Sora would be asleep, or worse. He could have been dead." Namine clenched both her hands, shaking with anger and rage.
Xion cautiously moved to look Namine in the eye.
"If you ever knew what I felt like through that entire ordeal, how much pain I took, how many insults I heard about me, how I was considered lower than the lowest creature, and I then have to, not choose to, have to end my life in order to save my friend from dying, then perhaps you could cool your jets for three seconds, witch." She calmly stated.
Both girls looked at each other, finding similarities, flaws, doubts.
"So, an eternal stalemate, eh? The witch thinks the puppet was gleefully messing up the program, the puppet thinks the witch could have fixed the problem early on, and she could have lived a normal life. And what if...that was just to happen? What if?" A voice rang out, proclaiming it's message.
"Who's there?" Namine asked, whirling around.
"Show yourself!" Xion challenged.
All they knew was replaced by a blinding light…
Xion heard nothing. She felt nothing. saw nothing. Scratch that last statement. Why was everything so white? Bright, bright. The whole world felt white. Then she looked down.
She was dressed in white dress and blue sandals, black hair draped over her shoulder.
iWe did switch jobs!/i