Earth. He has seen far too much of it during all the time he spent in the desert.
Desert. Just like his heart. He think he's not capable of feeling sensations anymore.
Sensations. Just like the ones he felt in his house near the sea.
Sea. He missed it, he would've liked to see it again: hear again the waves that slid on the coast and losing himself in his magnificent blue.
Blue. Like someone's hair, like the hair of the one he used to hold more dear that his own life, like the hair of someone he had betrayed.
Betrayal. More than one he felt alone, more than once he was weak, more than once he submitted to the will of his body.
Body. He remembers his lover's one, he had seen too many in these years, he had touched too many of them, he had possessed too many of them.
Life's been hard for him since he left his homeland, his sea, his sky, his memories.
Everything that happened around him had no sense in his eyes. Not even the wind that usually caressed his skin and made him feel alive had effect on him.
Silence was his only companion: it accompanied him day by day, lived with him, was part of him.
He felt he lacked something. That thing that made him feel alive, that made him wish that the day
would come only to lose himself in his yellow eyes.
Maybe, it was time to go back. Maybe, he should stop running away.
Then why he's not leaving? Why he didn't return in Saix's arms? Why did he abandon him?
His dear servant would never do it. He would return as soon as he has the chance.
Xemnas knew it since the first time he had seen him. He knew he was the right person, he knew he would've followed him everywhere, he knew he would've love him.
-Flashback-
People talking, people negotiating, people whining, people laughing.
Slaves praying, slaves begging for forgiveness, slaves screaming, slaves crying.
He never liked the slave's market. But, being a noble, he was forced to have someone serving him.
Some days ago he had heard a man whining about the fact that his most recent purchase was "defective". He didn't understood what he meant by that, so, he asked to show him.
That's why he was heading toward one of the most inhuman places in the world. The jails.
They lead him in from of one of the most hidden and shadowy cages. The guards seem to be nervous. They said the servant was "defective". What did they mean?
A very barbarian-looking man opens the door and makes him enter.
In Xemnas' opinion, there isn't enough space to survive in that place. Dark, narrow. Only contact with the outside being a small crack from which a faint light beam enters.
"He caught this one near the forest. Attending to someone's opinion he must be born in the exile lands, Where all the community rubbish is… Wait, I'll make him get up" while the brutes talks, he delivers a kick to what looked like a some kind of sack, but that turns out to be a boy.
Young, pale and visibly underfed. First thing that strikes the lord are the hair. Blue, shoulder length or even more. And his eyes. Yellow, bright.
The silver haired man was puzzled "Why… Should he be…"Defec-?", but he can't finish the sentence.
With a jump the boy's on him, the chains too long to block him.
Sharp teeth plunging in his arm, claws digging in his shoulder and hand.
He feels a sharp pain, while the blood starts leaking from the newly opened wounds.
Only in that moment he notices something he missed before. A scar. On the slave's face there's a X shaped scar, whose tips almost reach the boy's face's angles. How did he get that? Fighting?
Defending his freedom?
The jailer has raised the whip, probably ready to strike, but the noble stops him "Don't move! Don't touch him!… Wait just a moment, I think I know what to do… And violence isn't the better solution". His gaze falls again on the young man. Slowly, using his free hand, Xemnas starts petting the blue head of hair.
A pair of yellow eyes swiftly look in his sunset ones. The world's silent for a moment.
Topaz irises become softer, ivory teeth lose the grip just like the claws. A confused expression's painted on the boy's face. Probably no one ever showed tenderness toward him.
"Tell me…. What's your name….?" The deep voice interrupts the silence, but the servant doesn't open his mouth, so the man insists, stretching out his hand "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, you can trust me…".
Confusion still present in the blue haired boy, that answers anyway, with weak voice "…..Saix…", lowering his gaze, suddenly shy.
Saix. Particular name, obviously outlander. Yes, he was perfect for him.
"Saix…What a wonderful name."
-End flashback-
He feels a strong pang in his heart, when those memories cloud his mind. Like a lock closing around the pulsating, trying to take away its life.
He takes a decision he should've taken a lot of time before .
He would return. He would fight with his past. He would face his guilt-feelings.
He would come back to his sea, to his Moon.
