(I WRITE SHORT CHAPTERS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
Also because I don't like cramming in two events that provide major character development, which the next update provides as well. It makes it seem rushed.
Uhhhh so that's it. Also, for those of you wondering why Fill the Moon hasn't been updated, it's simple; I fail at pacing. I have to pad the crap out of the next few chapters, because I didn't realize they'd be so goddam SHORT!
ALSO; my new goal!
Either One Great Circle gets over 1000 reviews, or I go over 1000 chapters. Yup. I'm dead serious and dead set on it. :D So don't worry, this series won't end for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNG time. :D
Hahaha, that's mostly it. I have to catch up on BBS playing today, I have noooo time. FUCK SCHOOL. :I
Lexaeus doesn't get enough love. Even NOMURA hates him. (wtf.) He's a sweetiemuffincupcakepie and I loves him. :( Stupid Nomura. He's so awesome! Give him his chance to shiiiine D:
And that's it! Xaldin is totally emo and it's great, lawl. I know it might seem OOC, but he really did LOATHE, like absolutely LOATHE the idea of love in the actual KH. So I just kind of added drama to it and THERE YOU GO.
Annnd Even basically being the Trekkie nerd in his basement, raising the dead (hamsters) and building cyborg crocodiles and the like amuses me so damn much. It shouldn't, but there you go.
You know something? In the Mooniverse, I consider it canon that the residents of Radiant Garden had fallout bunkers just in case Even did something stupid again. I bet property is REALLY CHEAP there.
Don't own KH!
Dedicated to Lexaeus, because he needs the love.)
Xaldin cursed himself for every tear that dared to slip down his cheeks, but he felt so cornered, so absolutely hopeless...all he could do was hide. He couldn't keep doing this. Why wouldn't Luxord just leave him alone? This was going to kill him; or at the very least, kill his dignity.
"Are you sure you're not confusing dignity with barriers?" A soft voice interrupted him. He looked up to see Lexaeus in the doorway, concern written across his features. Xaldin shook his head.
"Does it matter?" He snapped. Lexaeus nodded.
"I would assume so. May I come in?" He asked. Xaldin sighed.
"I don't think I could ever refuse you. Come, I'm certain I can further ruin my standing in your eyes by crying like a complete idiot." He muttered. Lexaeus sighed, taking the chair away from his desk and sitting down.
"I am inclined to agree with you about the way Xigbar and Luxord are handling thing. Braig was never one for subtlety...and also, if nothing else, I don't think anything would ruin your standing with me at this point, my brother." He murmured. Xaldin managed a small smile.
"At least someone sane agrees with me." He said, sitting up on his bed. "I'm starting to feel like I'm just being hunted down and toyed with. Like the mouse being torn to shreds by the cat, still gasping for life as the cat sits and waits for the mouse to try to run, just to snatch its' hopes of escape up at the last minute." He said bitterly. Lexaeus raised an eyebrow.
"Is today just a day for intricate metaphors?" He mused, not realizing he'd said it out loud until Xaldin gave him an odd look.
"What do you mean?" He asked. Lexaeus shook his head.
"Nothing, it's nothing." He said quickly, trying not to get off subject. "Although I do understand where you are coming from with it. But believe me, their intentions are good. They're just both far too eager. However, that doesn't mean you're not at fault..." Lexaeus sighed.
"Well, not fault, exactly. Even was more than happy to spurn romance, and in fact, I pity whoever comes along with the link to his soul, because they are in for the fight of their lives, Ienzo was simply too young, and Braig was..." Lexaeus trailed off as Xaldin smirked.
"Basically a giant tease." He said, finishing his sentence. Lexaeus winced.
"Well, yes. He did it on purpose though; Xehanort at least did it accidentally..." He shook his head. "But I understand where you're coming from because you and I had the same problem. We were barely privileged enough to look through romance's window and watch its' goings-on, and actually participating was beyond out of the question." He shook his head.
"Not to brag, but I believe I'm accepting this better than you are. I can wait for whoever will arrive and give me this feeling; even if no one ever shows, when I have received my heart...well, I can move on. Perhaps find someone then. I'm patient enough to do it. But the operative phrase in my plans is move on." Lexaeus appraised Xaldin with a glance so calculating and understanding that he felt he'd been stripped to the bone as their eyes met.
"Do you really plan to move on, Dilan?" He asked. "Or are you just going to return to who you were?" Xaldin said nothing. Lexaeus continued.
"Our old life died a long time ago. We might be able to return somewhat; I believe Xehanort even has plans to try to make peace with teacher and return home once our grand project is finished, but I'm not certain. At any rate, while what we were has made us who we are, we cannot go back to our old lives. Ever. We might be able to return home, but would you really wish to start our old, long-gone lives up again?" He murmured. Xaldin simply watched him as he continued.
"If anything, they were what led us to the darkness in the first place. We can't discard all these lessons we've learned and things we have experienced just to rush back to familiarity and comfort. It was never a perfect comfort; far from it. I can't promise you that when we get our hearts, we'll have learned all our lessons and life will be perfect, but at the very least, we will be wiser than we were before, and definitely better as human beings." He said.
"Do you really want to return to being who you were? Alone, driven into the darkness, believing yourself scorned by the fates? You have to move on, Xaldin. You don't have to discard yourself, but your life is dead and gone. Accept it and move forward as a better person." He whispered. "Stop living in the past."
Xaldin watched him for a long, slow minute. Something was working itself out behind his eyes, and Lexaeus observed it, knowing it would take him time to figure out what he wanted to say.
"What does Luxord have to do with that? Can't I move on by myself?" He replied. Lexaeus gave him a sad smile.
"If you reject him, you'll have never moved on at all. You're only going to repeat the past." He told him. "Don't make a past you hated your future, Dilan." He murmured, turning away and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
Xaldin stared at the door for a minute. His mind whirred with a few thoughts, but he brushed them away. He acted on instinct this time and disappeared into the darkness, letting it take him wherever it pleased.