The /1 That Never Was
Day 1 Part 2: The Castle That Never Was
THE MAN gave me the name "Roxas", a very odd name if you ask me… Odd, yet familiar — I remember feeling as if I had heard it somewhere before. But, how could that be true if I had no memories? It was quite baffling: a memory that I have no memory of…
After adorning me with a title, the man took me to a castle of bleach white, decorated with black emblems of a distorted heart. This place, covered with its insignias of contrast and shrouded by murky fog, gave off a most frightening aura. The kind of air about it where a little voice in your head tells you to run away, that danger would surely find you if you didn't leave…
The man laughed, as if to quell my suspicions. "Do not be afraid, Roxas. This is 'The Castle That Never Was'. This, new friend," he nodded to the ominous monument, "is your new home." He ended his statement with a faint smile, but an obviously fake one. At that exact moment, I began to fear that HE was more dangerous than that castle...
I simply couldn't believe it. Could he really have been serious? "New…home…?" I questioned with caution. Caution for many things: I didn't want to start off my impression with a disrespectful demeanor, and I certainly didn't want to seem ungrateful (for he was giving me a home, a life, a purpose). Other than reasons like those… strangely enough, I wanted to test my voice. I had this…unusual…anxiety my voice sounded off. I was…pleased (?) ...with my voice, actually. One fright gone, millions more to go—
He cut off my inner thoughts with a sound of slight irritation. "Yes, Roxas. Now come," the man said as he gestured me to follow, "It's time for you to meet the others."
Others? So there are more people like me… like him? I wasn't sure at that time if this was a good thing or a bad one…
He and I were striding through the castle hallways, him mumbling about the absence of someone and me not listening. Listening was near impossible when I was so entranced by the weird structure of this place. The walls so intricate… the structure of the building itself so complicated and—
I was cut off once more, but this time by a blue-haired man with an alarming scar on his face. "Here, take this," he commanded as he threw at me black bundles of clothing, "Put it on. With haste, now." I unfolded the articles to find a black jacket of some kind and slacks of the same color.
"That is the Organization's uniform, Roxas." the other man explained. "Here," he showed me to a room, "When you are done, come out and Saix here will escort you to the Round Room. Hurry now, we will be waiting." And with that the man left with another forged grin and I was shoved into a room to dress in their peculiar attire.