(I should probably say right now that I wrote this a while ago, and it may not be very good at all. Or maybe you like it? I dunno, just forgive me if this story is horrifyingly... horrible. XD)
I walk out to the Job Room
and over to where Saix stood, waiting.
What is my plan for today? I ask.
"Recon." I'm answered. Recon? I ask.
"Xaldin will explain on your mission.
He's already there." Before I can protest,
Saix opens a Dark Portal and pushes me through.
I exit into a Sandy-Dusty-Lot. Before me is a
Dreadlocks-Jamaican who I believe is Xaldin.
"I'm Xaldin." He introduces, confirming my thoughts.
"I'm here to teach you recon." I bob my head,
waiting for him to move on. "Basically, all you have to do
is find unusual clues about the world and piece them together
like you would a puzzle." My memory was still hazy on what a
puzzle was, but I bob my head anyway. I walk around, beating up
Heartless and over there is something weird. Actually,
all the shops are closed.
What does this mean? I search more, eager to learn, eager to impress
Xaldin with my insightfulness and knowledge.
When I'm done I say
This town has many different residents. It seems like there are
two different groups that fight. Also,
the shops are closed. Maybe because of a holiday?
"Yes, but what holiday?" He asked patiently, unemotionally.
I say I don't know and shake my head. He says, "Christmas."
And I think of warm cookies and eggnog and laughter and presents,
and of family and friends and of significant others
but I don't understand. "Christmas is what our Somebodies
celebrated with their family and friends. It's pointless and useless
if you ask me." Xaldin snorted, with real not-emotion for once.
I want to say I didn't ask you about that, but I just
smile and nod and portal up to the Clock Tower
to meet Roxas and Axel, but only one Roxas
is up there. Where's Axel? I ask.
"Castle Oblivion."
Is it my imagination, or
is he sadder, more depressed?
I couldn't have that, so from behind my back
I take out two sickly-sweet and mouth-puckering sour
ice cream Popsicle sticks. He brightens, but
I still couldn't help wondering
Why don't we celebrate Christmas?
Why was Axel sent away on a special holiday?
What is the point of all the warm cookies and eggnog and laughter and presents?
What do our Somebodies have that we don't? Hearts?