Here's the Final Part to the Prologues; we'll then be travelling back in time to around where "Memoirs..." starts. So enjoy the insight in to the Future. This series of fanfic is really centered around memories and how the past effects the present etc. So the prologues are pretty important. Anyways; here you go. I hope you like Roxas' writing style... even if it is pretty sad...

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Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom hearts one or two; but i do own the story about the operatic mustache.


.:Prologue: Part Two:.

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-Roxas -

I don't know what to say. I was planning on writing it all down; letting it out. I was planning to write it all in a letter to you. But there's obviously something wrong with the pen 'cause it's not working like it's meant to. Nothings coming out the nib properly.

And I'm talking about stationary. I definitely didn't mean to talk about stationary.

I sound like someone out of one of your stories about some eccentric. I always meant to tell you that I loved those stories but I never got around to it. Well I'm getting round to it now, amn't I? Better late then never… I wish that were true…I wish I could hear one of those stories again. A fucked-up fairytale or a fable about an old man whose moustache took on a life of its own and travelled the world; eventually becoming an opera singer…

No; that's not right.

These things never sound right anymore. They only ever did when you told them. I can't do quirky.

And I miss the quirkiness.

I miss the smile.

I miss the wonderful pictures of everyone you used to draw.

I miss that feeling I seemed to get every time you walked into a room.

I miss the mind-melting effect of your eyes on mine.

I miss the little expressions you used to use.

I miss the sound of your beautiful voice and your lightly-tread footsteps.

I miss your grace.

I miss your imperfections.

I miss your imaginosity… or whatever you called it…

Basically; I miss You.

And the pen isn't broken; I am.

And I know I can't send this.

I know it'll just be left to decompose elsewhere.

But right now I'm talking to you again; even if it is just all in my head… and it's amazing how even the illusion of your conversation makes me tumble into this pit of confusion.

Blissful happy confusion.

Though not so happy anymore.

I wish I could see you one last time.

And I hope you knew this all before…


Awww! I told you it was sad. Anyway; i'm pretty sure you all know who he was writing to... even though i left out the name. So what do you think happened? Where's She gone? Oh; and is this written around the same time as Namine's prologue or not? Hmmm questions, questions... What are YOUR answers? R&R to tell me! Thanks SOOO much for reading! WOOOOOOOOO!!! i'm on such a new story High right now!