DISCLAIMAGE ; ALL KINGDOM HEARTS ST00F DOES NOT BELONG TO ME [SILVER MOON DROPLET I DO HOWEVER OWN THE PHRASE SEX GOD WHEN REFERRING TO AXEL. & THIS PLOT.
Strike. Dodge. Strike.
It's all program into his system, he didn't have a heart so he couldn't be human. He closes his eyes, remembering the memories that aren't his – he was just a tool, it made him sick. He wonders if he has a chance anywhere, because after all he's just a copy of the real deal & he wasn't even doing it right. He couldn't be better then the real Riku, because despite the same voice and the same moves – the real Riku had a heart.
Dodge. Strike. Slash.
He wondered why heartless chased him, he couldn't give them anything they didn't already have. Maybe he just smelled like the one thing they wanted most? Pathetic, but at least they had a purpose – unlike him. It bothered him before, but now, it was just a fact of life. He had no purpose, no heart, no real memories – he didn't have anything, not even a name that belongs to him.
"Daniel!" a voice screamed, he looked – it was a girl. She was a small thing, with brown hair and a pink bow, she was being chased by Heartless. She was fast, but that wouldn't matter sooner or later the heartless were going to catch up to her. "Tifa!" she screamed again, help – he realized she was screaming for help. He should just leave, heartless feeds weren't something he enjoyed watching, but she spotted him. She stopped when she saw him, and the heartless took their opportunity – they pounced on her. She struggled and screamed, and screamed – and screamed.
Strike. Strike. Stop.
She sniffled, the heartless had managed to cut her up real bad, she looked up at him gratefully. "Thank you," she whispered, then she bursted into tears.
He walked her home she refused to let go of his hand the whole way, her hand was so small in his, but it was much warmer. She didn't talk much and he didn't push her, the silence filled the empty streets – when they arrived to her home she ran to a woman. He just assumed that it was her mother, she turned away from her mother with a smile.
"Thank you Mister!" she called at him, waving him goodbye. He waved back, a somewhat smile on his face.
Sigh. Walk. Smile.
Maybe he didn't have his own name, but he could find one, and maybe he didn't have much of anything, but seeing that little girl smile…It gave him hope.
