Umm, let's see... I was bored. Okay, first of all, I know it's very short, and I'm sorry >. This story will probably seem really random and nonsensical, but that's how I want it to be. I kinda want the reader to make up the story behind it, so here ya go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. They belong to Square Enix and Disney.
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Angel
"Nami…né."
He let his head drop; eyes to the floor while wisps of hair followed downwards.
His fists clenched; his knuckles turned a ghostly white and shook violently as he repeated her name to himself.
"My… Angel."
He paused and released his tightly clasped fingers from themselves. He couldn't feel the numbness anymore. He couldn't feel…
He clutched her cold, pale, delicate hand tightly, swearing to himself that he would never let go. Did he really think that he could bring her back?
He was the only one that would notice when she wasn't there.
And no one would be there to remember him.
They were alone.
The boy took his other hand and placed it over her chest: where her heart should have been. He looked at his lifeless digits as they lay over her lifeless body, clutching at her own empty soul, it seemed.
He closed his eyes and for a moment he felt feelings. Both her's and his own came rushing through his mind. It overwhelmed him, and he shed a single tear.
He looked back at the single sign of purity before him, and shivered as his eyes shifted over only white. No other color tainted her body; her clothes were white. Her skin was white. Even her hair seemed to have faded to colorless. It disturbed him.
Only one small imperfection could he find: her lips. Slowly trailing down her pale lower lip was a single droplet of red. He gently took his finger and brushed it over her lips, sweeping from side to side and coloring them with her blood.
She was no longer the perfect little angel he had seen before.
Angels can't bleed. Angels can't... die. Can they?
He stepped back, observing his work. He silently prayed to himself. His mind was no longer controlling his actions. He had never prayed before, but it seemed, necessary,right now, somehow.
For a moment, he truly believed that he had a heart. He could almost feel it: pumping rapidly in his chest and wrenching itself at the sight lying out in front of him.
But then he remembered.
I am nobody.
Lifting his tainted fingers to his chest, he grasped for something. Anything. Just for once... to feel.
The blood stained digits fell loosely to his sides, not balled into fists as if he actually cared about her.
He didn't care about anyone.
He was nobody, but so was she.
He was nobody, but she was also something more.
He grasped her body tightly to his chest as he wept and soiled her blinding white flesh with his acid tears.
He could finally feel her soul gliding steadily upwards. He could finally feel her body slowly slipping away from his own.
He could finally... feel.
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Hmmm this was a strange lil story that came to me in the gym locker room :P Egh, hated the ending, but I don't feel good and can't think of any other way to end it, maybe I'll revise it later. And to those of you that know my writing, you probably know that as soon as I finish the story I'm done with it, because I don't like to go back and try and make sense of everything. Yes, it is a weird one, and there are a bunch of interpretations that could be thought up for it, but I'm leaving it to the reader, and not writing any more on this story. R&R please. Constructive criticism welcome, flames not, as usual. Night-night :P
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