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champagne princess
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It's hard remembering who you're fighting for.
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Roxas wakes up cold.
He's woken up cold for nearly everyday he can remember? How many days (or years?) has it been?
He's fought countless beings of shadow, of the in-between, of the unknown.
For her.
He wakes up everyday for her, he fights everyday for her, he is the only one fighting for her, and yet some days, Roxas struggles to remember exactly who she is.
They were friends or something of the sort once, (he can't exactly remember), and she was everything he'd ever wanted, with her champagne locks of hair, her simple white dress, her fair skin, and her blue, true blue, eyes.
He has a feeling that they were good friends, once.
Nevertheless, Roxas is determined to be her knight in shining armor.
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Everyday, he gets a little closer to the castle. (so he thinks) Everyday, he fights until he's battered and bruised to get closer, get closer, get closer to her. The blond doesn't know how long he's been fighting, but today, he finally sees it: the gate.
It's locked, but that's no problem for him, his keyblade will solve everything, unlock everything, he thinks as he walks towards the gate-
And there is a blast of pain across his back. Roxas flies several feet forward, and there is a burning sensation of dark magic, and it's going to scar if he doesn't cast a Curaga soon. He struggles to his feet and hastily casts a Curaga. He sees it, and it is a giant knight, with blades for arms, glowing, pulsing with dark magic.
The knight lunges forward, and Roxas knows he'll have to summon the other key. It's almost like reaching for the cookie jar, something he shouldn't do, but there's no time to reflect on the sensation, and another keyblade summons itself in Roxas's left hand.
He leaps gracefully through the air, and the blade of darkness cuts through the air with audible sharpness, missing him by centimeters. He double-leaps to avoid the other incoming blade and tries to land a blow on the knight's head, but too slow, too little, the knight blocks his blows with the two arm-swords, and Roxas lands onto the grassy floor, gritting his teeth.
This was going to be a long battle.
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The heartless matches Roxas blow for blow, either nicking Roxas's keyblade a degree to the other direction, just so that it would miss, or blocking the strikes outright, and then responding with a deadly counterattack. While the knight showed no sign of fatigue, Roxas's electric blue eyes began to grow weary.
But he persevered.
Another strike. Another clash. Another blow.
The blond flips backwards, deflecting a blow to the head in mid-air, and cast Invis and Holy. As bolts of light strike the knight by surprise, Roxas focuses his energy into his keyblades. He had to end it soon, there was no way this could continue.
When the light magic ends, Roxas is ready.
The knight's blades crackle with dark magic, arcs of purple lightning bursting from them. Roxas rushes forward with his two blades of light and dodges left,
champagne hair
but that was the wrong move, and the knight responds with lightning speed to knock Roxas's left keyblade out of his hand and then-
white dress
crashes a blade into Roxas's left torso, breaking through his hastily cast Reflega. Roxas falls, and the heartless towers above him, ready to deliver the final blow.
fair skin
The knight raises both its arms as Roxas struggles to get onto his knees in a haze of pain. Every cell in his body burns. The blades come down in a deadly arc as Roxas's blue eyes watch with a mixture of fear and-
blue true blue eyes
Roxas lunges forward. The blades of darkness cut through nothing but air, and Roxas's left keyblade materializes itself, slicing through the heartless like a piece of paper. It bursts into darkness, leaving nothing behind save for shadowy wisps of darkness.
He has no magic left for a Curaga, nothing left for a single spell, all that was left to do, was the unlock the gate and-
He collapses, and as he fades into the darkness of sleep, he comes to a crushing realization, that he really doesn't know what he's fighting for, he can't even remember her name.
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He passes in and out of the world of dreams. His consciousness bubbles up to the surface intermittently to feel the sting of his wounds and the grass brushing against his cheek. Eventually, he slips into sleep deeper than before, and he's not sure if he'll wake up again.
His dream fades to a white landscape, with nothing in it. Everything is rather hazy, and he spots a girl standing.
Roxas can't make out the exact details of her face, but he can see her blond hair and blue eyes.
He thinks he sees her mouth move a little.
Wake up, she seems to say.
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Roxas is jolted awake. He's heaving, mostly surprised to find himself alive. He tries to stand up, but there is a sharp pain in his side, and he nearly collapses again. But now he has enough magic for a simple cure, and that heals up his wounds enough so that the pain is now a throbbing, but manageable problem.
Roxas limps to the gate, sorrow in his eyes. He cannot even remember her name, his champagne princess. As he raises his keyblade to unlock the gate in an empty gesture, he asks himself whether all this was for nothing.
Roxas takes a good look at the building in front of him. The castle isn't really a castle, more of a mansion of sorts, but he struggles to make his way in nonetheless, as he continues to think about her blue eyes.
There's a shadow at the back of his head who murmurs that it'll all be alright.
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Roxas walks through empty rooms and libraries, finally coming to a white door. He places his hand on it, and there's a warm, tingling sensation at the back of his head. The blond likens it to static on the radio clearing itself up.
Roxas opens the door.
There is a girl (or woman maybe?) seated at a white table with crayons and pieces of paper.
The young lady is everything he dreamed of and more.
But he still can't remember her name.
She doesn't notice the door opening, and Roxas tentatively takes a step forward. There's an empty seat across from her, and she continues to draw, oblivious to his presence. He takes a seat and he looks at her.
She finally looks up, and Roxas almost has a stroke. He feels a little nervous now, in his dirty armor, his blood slowly dripping down to the floor. But she tilts her head a bit and smiles, and everything is warm and tingly now, and he looks into her blue eyes, and everything is rushing back to him now.
"Roxas." she says.
"Naminé." he responds.
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note: updated on 1/14/19 to iron out some kinks. leave a review?
