RE- DONE /RE- DONE
Okay, Im posting now, all ready to go, I just got derailed!! I am back happy to write, and further the story!!
Okay, my disclaimer, I own nothing that pertains to this story, and it is a complete work of fiction!
Here we go with...CHAPTER 4:
It's a shortie, but very important.
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Xigbar was left to wonder for the rest of the day what had just happened. He avoided at all costs to encounter the other man, and headed to the dark balcony, his place.
He sat for hours.
All he could think of is the look he saw in Xemnas eyes. He had given up hope so long ago, he had not the heart to let it back.However, he wanted it, badly, dearly.
He had never been unsure of where he and Xemnas stood, it was either together, or not. Now that the lines were blurring, all Xigbar could do was look up at the dark black sky and wonder what had happened to himself, his love. He almost wanted to shout to the sky, asking where there love had wandered.
He ached for an answer that he knew would never come.
He remembered, a poem that Xehanort had found, that Xigbar had found amongst Xemnas things while he was out one day. That was the first time Xigbar ever had hoped that their love had never gone. He was, horribly wrong, and it broke him, forcefully.
And no matter how much he thought of the thing he saw in those dark eyes today, he remembered what happened, before...
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The rain stops and you step outside to see the foam in the puddles bombarded with gray droplets,
Your soul sighs; you watch the raindrops on the rose slide along the thin petals,
Plopping off,
The red petal springs lightly in the entire gray
The shadows have walked off to find something to do as the sun takes a nap on the clouds,
The rain falling.
You seek the small things, fallen leaves, glistening like rubies and opals, colors clashing in the strangeness, no shadow, no light, just the grass,
Just a rose, just the sky
Just the rain.
You are nere shadowed or shined upon, nothing is acknowledging your existence
Just that that was there, standing in the rain, watching the roses and grass.
There in the silence after the storm, the truth came and watched you,
After it rained, and before the sunshine, the truth came and said you'll be fine,
Although you couldn't hear, the roses and grass told you.
And although you think the truth would be so much more, it wasn't,
The truth is, is that truth was there,
After the rain, and before the sunshine,
And it watched you.
Xigbar had seemingly come upon the poem. He realized, that Xemnas had kept the poem he had shown him hours before they had made there fated vow.
It gave him hope, hope for something, just something that might lie in his love.
Maybe, he hadn't forgotten, after all.
It made Xigbar sit down, thinking of the idea. He felt himself grow too happy, elated, convinced that Xemnas loved him, a foolish thing to think, for someone like him. He lost himself, trying to come back into the clear reality, but he was constantly being fogged by fairytales and romance, breeching into reality. And it finally consumed him.
He felt a rush as Xemnas entered his office, lighting the room up, turning to find Xigbar there looking at the brown, tattered paper. Xemnas let his eyes widen, then let a small, emotionless smile grace his lips.
Suddenly, a deep, dark laugh came from Xemnas, rocking him lightly as he stepped forward. It was not his beloved's laugh.
"Ahh," he said snatching the paper out of a dazed Xigbar's hand.
"What fools were we, then, nothing like now." He said, his ice black eyes piercing into Xigbar, not even relenting, just tearing, and ripping at his soul. Xigbar felt his hands drop and his body shake, his throat burn, his stomach ache, as he watched the man before him laugh at something that was a sign of there love, so precious to them once.
His lover walked to the window, looked at the paper, and pulled out a silver flash of a square. He turned to Xigbar, as he set his back to the window not even dropping his mask of coldness.
Xigbar felt himself stand, numbed by what was happening. He watched through velted eyes as his love, his heart, his soul, his everything burn there love away in a flash. He watched the flames. He saw those eyes open, he saw everything, and saw his Xehanort come, and be pushed back, by himself. The love of his life had not lost their love.
He refused it.
And Xigbar felt himself break, his soul, finally ripped from him, and everything turn to black with the words of his gone love whisper in his ears...
"Promise"...
Promise...
Promise...
He woke up, in his bedroom.
And the ashes of their love was put in a velvet bag, dressed in deep purple with golden ties, and a note, with Xemnas writing. It sat simply, at his table, the rainy day window calling back to Xigbar to never open the dreadful note. He never heard...
What is left
And Xigbar never did wake up from that horrible land of fairytales and fog, until that fateful letter.
What was left was nothing.
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Xigbar could only walk back to his wing, and wander to his back room, his library. He could only go to the large window, and open the wooden veranda, and take out the purple velvet bag, and the now old, letter from his love.
He suddenly felt himself shake, tremors going through his body. His throat burned, and for the first time in years, he felt tears shedding down his face, uncontrollable tears that made him fall to his knees. Xigbar had felt pain; he had his soul ripped from him, and his being taken from himself. But now, Xigbar felt something he had not felt for a long time. Sadness, and love, an uncontrollable love that told him it was all a horrible dream, and he would wake to his angel, his beautiful angel, and he never had to read those horrible words again.
It was unbearable to just breathe.
He was fighting for something he could never win.
All he wanted was for that angel to come back that was all.
And it seems, that that day, truth could do nothing to help Xigbar, for it did not even know the ending for this tragic story, and all it could do, was sit, and watch, helplessly for the first time in an eternity.
All Xigbar wanted was Xehanort.
However, no one could give that to him...
Not even Xehanort.
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Wow, Im not sure why this chapter feels different, really it is just his emotions.
Now, most people have not commented on the emotions issue because I've tried to address this issue, embedded subconsciously in the story.
Why do they have emotions? Aren't they nobodies?
Well, the story NEEDS .Lets say that they are empty emotions, but as described Xigbar has not completely lost his heart.
Wait, Xehanort and Braig are inside them?
Huh? Same person, duh!
What is the force?
What are you people talking about, love?
Then why is Xemnas ignoring these feelings?
Im not telling you THAT, figure it oh, geez ;).
I hate that.
Firstly, not a question, and secondly, why did you read all the way to the fourth chapter if you hated it?
Better have answered your questions!
Tell me if there are any goofs, Im moving fast! Fixed most of the goofs now, day later, hope it looks okay!
