Atomic Flux Chapter 1
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"A scattered dream that's like a far off memory, a far off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up…yours and mine."
The island was unusually quiet for this time of day. However in one way, it was just the way it was preferred to be by the male who sat on the shores of Destiny Island, his perfect blue irises drinking in the texture of the waves as they sprang upon him and yet never really laid a finger. The sounds of loud seagulls filled the world behind him and yet nothing moved him from his own frame of mind as it were. Not even the sounds of the children who played in the water on the small side of the Cove that he and his friends Riku and Kairi had used to build a raft that he knew wasn't really going to take them anywhere and yet he had no heart to tell them that, especially Kairi. Her face shone before his eyes quickly but he swiped away the thought, believing that what he was thinking was just pure nonsense. He couldn't tell her how he felt. He knew it wouldn't seem right since they were best friends and always will be.
His head started to slightly pound. Another headache that he didn't really want right now. Sometimes he felt that in the knowledge of knowing that he had a nobody called Roxas, it almost made him feel as if he were now two people put into one and yet he knew that it was just a cruel trick that his imagination was playing on him. Yet, every dream he had felt ever so slightly more real within each second. He remembered the one with ease. He was walking along a path with Goofy and Donald wasn't he? The two friends stuck by him until the end and now they lived on the islands with Sora, Riku and Kairi yet they found it hard not to tell people where they were from when Tidus or Selphie would ask them. They path seemed almost as if it would never end. Then it almost suddenly became night, as if following Pluto to wherever they were going was now just a short piece instead of how long it once was. What stuck out to him in the dream though was the man in the black cloak. He had obviously been a member of Organization XIII right?
And then another dream seemed to surface in his mind, the one that spoke of all the horror that happened when he was corrupted by darkness, when the only light that shone was the light of golden orbs and he knew what he had to do. A man of sorts stood in front of him, yet it wasn't exactly a man. More like a creature from the darkness. Just like he had become. Yet he knew that it was impossible to think of such things. He wasn't born from the darkness. No one was unless you yourself were a nobody. Yet there he stood, avoiding the one who was shooting what looked like wonderfully edged darts at his blackened figure. Yet the man had fallen to his dark hand, the essence drained away by the considerable power he was using. Yet for the one who faded away, he showed no sympathy, no regret and especially no guilt. It was almost as if the man…or rather nobody had deserved to die.
"Thinking of you wherever you are, we pray for our sorrows to end and hope that our hearts will blend. Now I will step forward to realise this wish…" It was part of a poem that he had read once before and revised rather frequently since then. It seemed almost like an obsession to him now and yet he knew that obsessions could turn dangerous. He had fallen in love with the writing, knowing who wrote the poem and who sent it to him and yet all he could think about was how delicate and yet lovely she seemed, not just upon the eyes but also in her personality. Kairi…will you ever understand how I feel? I doubt it, came another voice and yet the tone was his own and so was the words. The sky remained a clear blue, almost like the colour of his eyes yet to look upon them now would remove the spell they held upon people's hearts, almost as if they could look deeply into ones soul.
A tear fell from the crystal blue haze, down the left cheek that was tainted slightly by a blush that remained on his cheeks, tinting them with rouge. He was crying and yet he didn't exactly know why. He placed his hand upon the cheek that was slowly heating up from the emotions gathering inside him and yet when he pulled back his hand, he realised that his palm was covered in water. Had he really been crying that much? Anything is possible but why cry over something you don't even understand? The voice was directed at him now, yet the tone of it was still the same. "Who are you" would have been a silly question to ask his own thoughts, he knew that and yet something wasn't quite right. He shrugged it off suddenly as he felt the presence of someone walking towards the beach, where he was sitting, looking up at the sky…like he always seemed to now. There were a lot of questions that he wanted to know after seeing so many worlds. One of them was "Why was he picked to be the chosen owner of the true Keyblade?"
"Are you still here Sora?" A female voice had asked. He wiped the tears away from his face, getting rid of all the evidence of showing his own emotions before turning to the woman who pressed the palms of her hands against her hips, a small giggle dying to erupt from her dainty little mouth.
"Huh? Oh…uh…yeah, guess I have nothing better to do yet." He nodded, trying not to give into his own emotions there and then. A smile graced his face, one that didn't show the thoughts or the pain that remained hidden beneath his feet.
"Oh well, let's go see if we can find Riku. Bet he's up on the small island again…" She said before running off. He took one look at the small island before trying to catch up with the red head. Yet as he was running, he couldn't shake off the feeling of eyes watching him, one from the darkness.