EDIT: I've been told that the when I change point of views it gets a bit confusing, so do you want me to add whose point of view it is? I'd rather not (don't ask why I just prefer not putting them XD maybe I like confusing the read I don't know lol) but I will if you ask me to :)
The past is never dead, it is not even past. - Requiem for a Nun by William Faulkner
14th of February 2350
The blond woke up with a jolt as the final memory of his past lives was stored into his mind.
Everything started to make sense but at the same time it took away the sense he gave to his current life.
He didn't cry in distress for what he had lost, after all he already lived this moment more than once; the only thing that would give him was a massive headache. But most of all he couldn't afford to pity himself, for in few minutes the molecules that held him together would start to fall apart, just as Xehanort intended all those centuries ago. He still couldn't understand what the madman wanted from him, what he would've gained in killing him in such a painful way; unless he intended to view the results centuries later. But how could he manage something like that?
The boy looked around himself as if expecting someone to attack him with a syringe at any given moment.
«Son? Isn't there anything else you would like to confess?»
At that moment he remembered where he was – the dreams felt like a lifetime but in reality only a few seconds had passed in "real time" -; he was in one of the many churches this century provided, confessing his sins.
«No father, that is all.» he answered respectfully, he felt dreadful but he didn't feel any contempt towards this man in particular. Even if he did feel like screaming and pulling at his hair at that moment, but again, he had no time for such things. If you want survive you have to think rationally 95% of the time; never let your emotions rule your life like an animal. That's one of the reasons why we are the dominating animal at the moment, because we have the capacity of planning ahead.
«Very well, you may leave then.»
He thanked him and left the cubicle in a rush; he could feel it coming.
He needed to be somewhere quite; he needed a place where he could concentrate in peace.
He ran towards the house tree he had build so many years ago with his now deceased father – he had died by the most simplest of illnesses, a flu, but in a world where science was banned in what way could one acquire the medicine needed to survive?
He climbed the ladder as quickly as possible as the first drops blood started caressing his face before dripping on his left hand.
He winced in pain but he couldn't stop, not if he wanted to survive.
When he finally reached the top he fell face first against the wooden floor. The blond didn't even bother to settle himself in a more comfortable position and started wave through the countless memories his brain had stored over the centuries, filing the ones he needed to stop his molecules from breaking up.
-o-
The young male didn't know how much time had past – it felt like one of his many dreams – but what mattered was that his molecules were finally under his control. But was this really for the best? Could he really keep living the way he had up until now?
«Is everything all right up there?» a female voice called in concern; it was his mother – well, one of his many "mothers".
He took a few deep breaths before answering «Yeah, everything's fine!»
«Are you sure?» the woman asked again her voice laced with worry.
The boy cringed as he swiped away the crusted blood off his face.
There was no way he could show himself covered in blood to the woman that was supposed to be his "mother", she would freak out!
«Positive!» he yelled back «I'm just- reading a book that's all!»
There was a pause. «Is this about your father? Sweety you know you can talk to me right?»
The blond grimaced again as he stared at his bloodied arms and hands; something was telling him that he desperately needed a bath.
«I know mum.» tried to sound as sad as possible but strong at the same time, in hope that his mother would perhaps leave him alone to lick his wounds – literally if he didn't find a way to sneak in to his house without being caught «I just need some time to myself, don't worry about me!»
«Okay, you know where to find me if you want to talk.»
«I know, thanks.»
He heaved a sigh of relief as he heard her close the front door shut.
He still didn't know what to with his life now, but there was one thing he was sure about. He didn't want to Vanitas to find him, if he was in this situation it was because of him; he might not remember because of the trauma but he still would not forgive him.
Bering that in mind the blond severed the link that kept him and Vanitas connected, rendering him impossible to find. (1)
15th of July 2559
As consciousness started to slowly creep back in to my mind I stubbornly clench my eyes shut unwilling to rendering myself part of my current life.
Subconsciously I clench my teeth as I try to ignore what my latest dream meant. Ironically the more I dreamt the more I was destroying the current dream I was living at this very moment.
A cold finger gently poked my cheek.
«Gale? You awake?» my twin asked quietly.
I squint on of my eyes open only to cover them with my arm when I was temporarily blinded by the sun's glare that passed through the leaves.
I sigh in content as a gush of wind ruffles my hair «How long have I been sleeping?»
«Not long, just five minutes more or less, but we have to get moving, class is about to start again.»
I nod absentmindedly as I get to my feet «I'm actually quite shocked you're attending. Especially this class.»
Roxas snorts «If you want to win an argument regarding religion and science; or any argument in general you have to know what kind of crap they are spewing about you.» he sneers before muttering something about "The downfall of science" his ass.
Science or religion. This is the biggest controversy of our time. Of course politicians try to convince us that there's no such thing, that nobody really has the guts to question religion, the will of God. But unfortunately for them, people are smarter than that. Some pretend they don't know what's going on beyond the layers of our every day lives, but in truth politicians aren't really fooling anyone. Everyone has taken a side. Well almost everyone. I haven't taken a side, and I like to believe that I'm not the only one. My brother, on the other hand, likes to believe that since I don't believe in god I must, obviously, be a scientic.
Bullshit.
I'm on the side of the "I-don't-give-a-crap-I-just-want-to-live-my-life-in-peace-is-that-too-much-to-ask?" party. Hmm perhaps I should find a shorter name though…
I sigh as I walk down the street along side with my twin, earning a worried glance.
Anyway my point is that life is too short to be taken seriously (2).
I hum lightly vaguely thinking that's one of the best quotes yet.
I'm not saying that you have to be an immoral bastard who doesn't give a fuck about people; that would be just as bad.
I huff again in annoyance.
Damn extremists are always in the wrong, they are just too much, and they really should take a chill pill or something.
«Dude, stop sighing, it's depressing, what's wrong?» Roxas questioned somewhat worriedly.
I'm worried you're turning into an extremist Roxy.
«You're helping the "Organization", aren't you?»
We both pause at mid-stride, Roxas chocking on his own spit, me shocked at my unusual tactlessness. Last time I checked I was actually one of the guys who did beat around the bush.
«Huh?»
I shake my head recovering from my initial shock «Rox, there is no need to hide it. Not from me at least. I'm not going to judge,» -much «you know that.»
I give him a sideways glance; he's biting his lower lip, he usually does that when he is cornered.
«How?»
«How? How do I know?» I smile «Man, it's so obvious. You're almost never in class, you come back home late, you're a self proclaimed scientic, the recent attacks have been happening in Twilight Town… do I have to go on?»
My twin laughs uneasily «I guess not.»
After a moment of silence Roxas started to fidget «What… are you going to do with the err… information»
I glare nastily before punching him on the shoulder.
«Ow! What was that for-»
«You're implying that I would rat you out aren't you?»
Roxas's eyes widen at my growl before shaking his head «No I-»
I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, «Save it. Contrary to what you might think; I don't impose myself on others even if I don't exactly agree with them; everybody has the right to choose their own path. And I know you well enough to know that this is truly what you want, so I won't even try to talk you out of it, so don't worry about my nagging. I just hope you know what you're doing.» I start walking forwards again ignoring his anxious gaze. «Just remember… It's not the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop at the end (3).»
«Gale-»
His feeble call was interrupted by a loud booming noise.
«What was that!» I cry as I look around me before stopping at smoke curling it's way towards the sky just a few blocks away from where we were standing.
«Isn't that…» I gulp «where Aunt Aerith's church is?» I turn towards my brother who was shaking like a leaf.
«Tell me you have nothing to do with this!» I beg desperately.
His eyes widen «N-n-no! I would never-!»
Again another explosion interrupted him, this time close enough that the tremor caused from the explosion made us stumble.
«What the hell is going on!» I scream before running towards the probably destroyed church.
-0-
«Gale! Wait!» I curse as I trip on a pile of rubble.
«Fuck, what is this crap?» hastily I run behind the bushes and pat my trousers in search of the walkie-talkie Zexion made for us.
«Hey, this Roxas, can anybody read me?» I talked hastily in to the small microphone.
«Hey Rox what's up?» Axel responds immediately.
«What's up? WHAT'S UP? There's been two huge fucking explosions that's what's up! Is there something you want to tell me? 'Cause if you were planning to blow up my aunt's church I think this is the right time to let me know!» I whisper harshly.
«What? We didn't plan anything this week! And you know we don't do explosions! Not massive ones at least.» he mumbles the last part
«All right, just wanted to make sure. I'm going to check it out. Over and out.»
«No Roxas wait, this could be dangerous-» I clicked the walkie-talkie off and set off after my brother.
-o—o—
«Roxas- Fuck! Damn him and his fucking stubborn-,» the idiotic red head slams his walkie-talkie against the wall destroying it in little itsy bitsy pieces.
«Hey! What the hell are you doing you moron!» Saïx hollers.
«My walkie-talkie… my creation…» mumbles the emo as he eyes his destroyed machinery, before glaring at a giggling Kairi.
«Didn't you say they were indestructible?» she teases as her eyes twinkle with mischief.
As he opens his mouth to retort something wittingly idiotic I interject «He lied, obviously. Who set off a firecracker up your ass, red?»
«Roxas! Who else! There's been two explosion downtown and where do you think he's running off to all on his lonesome?»
I roll my eyes at his over-protectiveness.
«Axel, Roxas is old enough to make his own decisions; and you know he's not stupid.» Kairi retorts gently.
«And you're not his freaking mother, red.»
As glares vehemently at me I glare back relentlessly.
This guy... I feel myself sneer … I'm going to kick his ass.
«I know that Larxene, fuck I swear this job has turned in to a real bitch.»
I feel anger stirring up but I suppress it and chew my lower lip as I narrow my eyes before retorting «And this job sure has turned you in to pompous jackass, who the fuck do you think you are?» I feel Al squeeze my shoulder and I lean into the touch.
He grits his teeth in anger, «whatever, listen guys we have to go and check it out; not just for Roxas but it seems like they've attacked two churches in this town, this could mean that there are other rebels out there.»
«I agree, Larxene you and Demyx go check out the church near the clock tower. But do so discreetly, you mustn't get caught, understood?» Saïxinterjects.
Demyx nods with a grin «Yes sir!»
«Axel-»
«I'm going at Aerith's church, Saïx.» the red head says firmly.
Our "boss" lifts one of his blue eyebrows «I wasn't going to stop you, Marluxia should go with you,»
Marluxia grunts «I don't see why I couldn't be paired up with Larx.»
«Because you get distracted easily» our two leaders retort in unison, «and it's best if we have one short ranged attacker and one long range. We don't know what's out there.»
I smirk before placing a light kiss on my pink haired freak's cheek «we'll see each other soon, don't worry.»
«You can say that again.» he retorts with a gruff voice.
«Okay, let's get going. Oh, and we better go in our civilians clothes, we wouldn't want to attract attention, would we?»
-o-
By the time I reached the church people, who in vain tried to put out the fire by throwing buckets of water, surrounded the place. The worst part of it all was that my twin was no-where in sight.
I feel blood drain from my face, as I feared the worst.
I hastily check my surrounding before my eyes land on Paine as she stared at the church in horror.
«Paine!» I frantically called out my friend's name before running towards her.
«Roxas! Shit, your brother is one crazy bastard, he's in the fucking church looking for your aunt!» she blurts out in panic.
I felt bile clogging up my airways, I tried to sprint towards church but a hand holds me back as it firmly grips my shoulder.
«Goddamn it, I know that you are twins, but you can't be both insane! You'll die if you go in there!»
«My twin is in there! I can't let him-»
«I'll go,» a harsh voice interrupted my hysterical rant.
I turn towards the voice my eyes widening at the sight before me, there's no way-
-o-
As trudged up the hill that would give me that best view point of the burning church, I rub the side of my temple harshly as my companion continued to rant on and on about nonsense. Why is that I'm always paired up with this moron?
«-and the I told him that I didn't eat the cookie, and he told me that evidence told him otherwise, so I told him "what evidence?" and then-»
«Hey Demyx? Yeah, shut the fuck up for a second.» I interrupt the incessant rambling with a sigh.
«That's not nice, Reneal-»
«Yeah yeah whatever, don't call me that.» retort snappishly.
The blond pouts sadly «Why not? I know you let Marluxia call you by your real name. And I'd rather you called me Dyme-»
«You remember why we changed names right?» I ask, ignoring the Marluxia part.
«Yeah but-»
«No buts Demyx. Besides not to be dramatic and all that shit. But Raneal; that person doesn't exist anymore.» I pause before continuing as afterthought, «and it's not just me; many in the Organization aren't the same since we started this crap-»
«That's not true!» he frowns.
I roll my eyes «It's not as bad as it seems really. You might not be aware of it but "people" die all the time. Every time you change your opinion or the way you think in general the person you were before "dies". It's a symptom of growth, change doesn't always entail something negative.»
I turn toward him when he doesn't respond.
«Demyx-» I pause when I'm met with glistering eyes and quivering lip, before I'm enveloped in a bone crushing hug.
«Oi, what the he-»
«This is the most sense you've made in years!»
I feel my eyebrow twitch in annoyance but I repress it with a sigh «That's a bit insulting Demyx,»
«Ever since we've been cornered on our fourth mission all those years ago,» I stiffen and a lump forms in my throat «you, Lea, Isa and Ienzo, well not Ienzo he's always been a bit cold. But you four have changed, and I can't remember what happened...»
I harshly push him away from me, my face blank.
«We have to go.»
«Rene-»
«It's Larxene, Demyx. Damn it, get it right.» I glare angrily, only slightly feeling bad at his wounded expression.
I shake my head in dismay «Listen, nothing extraordinary happened Demyx. We were young and careless; and we paid for it,» he nods signaling that he was listening «You, Axel and I escaped with mere scratches while Saïx and Zexion weren't as lucky; that much you know» I comb my short jelled back hair with my left hand «Zexion lost his left eye while Saïx almost lost both of his eyes if it weren't for Axel who pushed him away. He still has two enormous scars but it's better than losing two eyes right?» I chuckle nervously.
I gulp «Ignoring the physical wounds we each had, what was most painful were our mental scars.» I hug myself lightly «we each recovered in our own way. You were in a state of shock and forgot everything, I somewhat recovered with time, Saïx become cold and distant, frankly I still honestly don't know if he ever recovered, Axel built up impenetrable shields around his person; actually if it weren't for his and Zexion's quick thinking we probably would have died there. And Zexion,» I shake my head «well, he might be a strange bastard but he must be one of the strongest personality I know; he recovered in his own way,» I let out a humorless chuckle at the memory «he said that he was never in shock, crazy bastard. I guess being too rational does help sometimes.»
«But what happened there? What was the mission?»
I shift my gaze to the side «Sorry Demyx, but I don't feel like talking about it,»
I walk towards the cliff; lightly I touch my weapons underneath my clothes. As I feel my knife up my sleeve I instantly feel my jittering nerves calm themselves. Taking a deep breath I observe the burning church in front of me.
«What's our plan?» I hear him say as he comes to a stand behind me.
I shrug before taking out a binocular that was hidden underneath my leather jacket, «I say we check the perimeter, we might find someone suspicious,» boringly I observe as a burning body falls out of a window «although I doubt that the ones who have caused this are still here.» I look towards the entrance and this time smile as I see screaming priest burning as he ran out of the church. I hear Demyx whistle beside me, «that must be painful.»
My smile widens still «As it should.» I pass Demyx my binocular «I say we stay put until the fire is out.»
«Wouldn't it be less suspicious if we helped them out?»
I feel myself sneer «I'd rather risk it,» I snap before contacting Axel «Hey Axel, Larxene here. How's the situation at your end?»
«Huh, could be better,» the red head responds after a moment of static.
«Do you mind explaining yourself?»
«Well, let's say there's someone we haven't seen in a while, which is making my plan a tad harder. Roxas is fine though.»
«Shit, he's here?» I curse loudly again «just our fucking luck.»
«Yeah, just peachy; you know what the best part is?»
«What?» I ask dully.
«Seems like he knows Roxas.»
EDIT: Goddamn it I fucked up the quotes here...
(1) Yeah I know it's a bit "mystical" but I have an explanation up my sleeve for that... somewhere XP
(2) Oscar Wilde
(3) Robert K. Watson
