S o u l K e e p e r

~*Sometimes she feels like…*~

Sometimes you feel like playing. I see you give me what passes as a mischievous wink, blue eyes dancing as you lead me wherever it is you wish to go. I have fun following you places, and I laugh whenever you do, because it sounds like music to my ears.

Nobodies can't feel emotions, and I guess I don't have a heart to give you. Can I give you my soul instead? Does that count? It better, because I don't have much else to give, got it memorized?

No, I take it back. I can give you my soul, my trust, and my absolute undivided attention, even though you don't like attention, do you?

Too bad.

Sometimes you feel like distancing yourself, I know when you do, you start to frown and retreat away from others, secluding yourself in your room and locking me out.

I can make portals, remember? Try to block me out. Nothing is going to keep me from you, especially when you need help.

Sometimes you feel like listening. I can tell when you do, you start to quiet down and just smile and nod, eyes riveted on me. I like attention, good attention, and all attention from you is good in my opinion. So I like to talk about what you secretly enjoy, fairy tales. You always wanted a happy ending, the prince triumphs over the evil dragon, that's the way it was, all the time.

You…don't know you're from a prince, do you? Memories of that prince and you look like his princess. I smile to hide my shame, my guilt, because I think I still have a conscious, and I remember what it felt like to be guilty, and it nags me constantly.

I know you better than you know yourself, but there's no reason to upset you. I watch you like I'm supposed to; watch you to make sure you don't escape.

You…wouldn't leave me alone, would you? Without you?

I watch you wander the seashore, because you're in a shell collecting mood. I watch you marvel each piece, prizing softer pink shells over the darker ones. You like bright colors, though I have no idea why. You give some shells to Roxas, and some to me, but no other members get graced with so much as a smile from you, let alone a gift.

I laugh at them, because they don't know what they're missing. You're not a tool, you're a friend, and I promise I'll never see you that way.

I thought I knew you inside and out, but sometimes I miss a thing. Like, what are you thinking now? When your eyes drift away, staring at nothing, that faint frown on your face. I ask you what's wrong, but you lie to me, I can see it as clearly as the lack of the stars above us. I'm afraid of what you think sometimes, but I just let it go, because I would never force you to listen to me.

Or so I thought.

So now you're relaxing, in a thoughtful mood, not really wanting to talk or listen, so I respect that. We'll just hang out together, and we'll make our own fairy tale that you love so much. The silence is like a warm blanket, familiar and comfortable.

You're the princess, my princess, but I'm no prince or knight. I'm more like that devilishly handsome thief that happens to be best friends with the dark knight, born from a hero of light. When I tell you this, you laugh, and you ask what I stole to make myself a thief, even in my own eyes.

I laugh, leaning in close, eyes twinkling, smirking that smirk that I know you can't resist, because, well, I just like to mess with you sometimes. You know that, don't you?

I tell you why I consider myself a thief, and you blush, because you're not a Nobody.

I tell you I stole your heart, and I only smile wider as you look away, smiling despite yourself.

Because, quite frankly, I know you best, Xion.

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A different style than my usual Axel and Xion fictions, but I wanted to give this a shot.

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