Blue, blue eyes.
They're the same gaze, twin spheres, identical as they swirl with a wide range of oceanic hues and thoughtful meaning.
But behind each deep blue stare there is a reflection of different emotions, of different people.
I just want to save them.
I just want to meet him.
One's whole, one's incomplete.
One steps within light, while one is left to turn towards twilight.
In short, there's a Keybrearing boy and a blond-haired Nobody, and the Nobody is fading fast.
The blond-haired Nobody awakes from the same slumber each dawn-flooded morning, reminiscing hazy dreams that are always set on a bizarre path, dreams that always involve the Keybrearing boy with identical blue eyes. He turns his head towards the window, allowing the whorl of soft-dusk colors and rusty rooftops to embrace his vision.
He's the same as he's always been, nothing's changed. The dreams have always been there, embedded within the fabric of his very thoughts...though perhaps they are merely a trail of someone else's faded memories, rather than real dreams at all.
"Another dream about him."
"Can you feel Sora?"
"Who are you talking to? Me? Or Sora?"
The words are too familiar and unchanging to the ears.
But it doesn't matter now, because he and his blue eyes are fading fast, so fast that not even his memory will remain. He's never had a real home, only a world of sun-struck dusk glow and crisscrossed computer-coding, and the closest things he'd ever have to home were bits and pieces of someone's miasmic past.
He's only a reflection, shimmery and still illusory, and it's time for his mirrored image to suffer a severe and final shatter.
Break it to pieces, shower it to glittery dust with a sigh of unknown fate.
After all, Nobodies weren't meant to exist.
The Keybrearing boy, meanwhile, continues a relentless journey of bloodstained battles and determined drive. There's shadows all around him, crawling through the dark depths as the skulk, longing for the heart of the Keyblade master. The boy continues to fight his way through Heartless and chaotic disaster, his heart strong as steel and good as gold, gripping his sole weapon with his companions at his side.
But he still can't chase away the sudden unexpected emotions that grasp him, the unfamiliar name that rushes all around him even at the height of exhilarating battle, even within the presence of the darkest enemies.
"You know...I'm sad..."
"Roxas? Hey...did he just call me Roxas?"
"Roxas...I wish I could meet him, too."
He's the Keybrearer, he's whole and pure and won't ever melt away. He's the one gazing into the mirror, looking straight into the quiet reflection that portrays a soulless memory. Sure, the reflection's similar at first glance, but only by the untrained eye, for it's still different in every possible way.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Because that reflection is still fading fast.
Blue eyes meet blue eyes, but only for a moment, for beyond the sunset the mirror-image will fade, and only darkness will come.
The Nobody turns to the Keybrearer. Final grin, blue eyes bright.
"Look sharp."
And the author says: I do not own these characters, but I am in love with Roxas.
