Random. Roxas POV.
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: Don't own!
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WHITE ROOM
I didn't have any idea what I was doing. I simply attacked the hologram without a goal, without having a purpose for striking. I just needed to let out some frustration, I guess. It faded away, and I stood panting, whirling around as DiZ's voice reached my ears again. "Over here."
I stepped forward, glaring at the man with the bandaged face. "You know, I really hate you."
He smirked, I think. I'm hardly sure anymore. "You should share some of that hatred with Sora. He's much too nice for his own good."
My steps sped to a run, and I found myself leaping at him, but his image fizzled out once more and a heavy, machine-like grumbling filled the white room-like place we were standing in. The egg-shaped container opened as if it had feathers, each layer peeling down to reveal another until it was completely open. Inside...
"Sora. You're lucky," I heard myself say, lowering the Keyblade and looking him over. He looked so peaceful, just floating there. "Looks like my summer vacation is... over."