Title: Other
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Author: SKF
Summary: He wasn't even his own person, anymore, now he was Sora-Once-Roxas, shoved behind the other Keyblade wielder's shadow.
WC: 134
Disclaimer: I wish.
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There was a little bit of every nuance of Sora, a pinch of everything that made the other him, in Roxas. He wasn't even himself- his own person, now he was Sora-Once-Roxas, shoved behind the other Keyblade wielder's shadow.
Sora's memories were slowly replacing Roxas' own, no matter how much the blonde fought against it. Soon there would be Roxas, Roxa, Rox, Ro, R, SoraSoraSora and Roxas was helpless to stop it.
What had been that boy's name, the puppet with no strings, who wanted nothing more than to be a Real Boy? Roxas-Not-Sora would remember sooner or later, they had too much in common for him to forget, and it wasn't even his memory.
Pinocchio, that had been his name. More than anything, Roxas-Not-Sora wanted to same thing, to be a real boy.
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Old, but I haven't posted it here yet, it was on my writing LJ for the longest time. Check there if you'd like, it's got most everything I've posted and more.