Ugh, okay, I'm going to say this now. I like genderbender fics, if they're done very well. It's interesting to see how the characters would react if they're the opposite gender. ... I'm sorry, Roxas, Axel.
Disclaimers: Kingdom Hearts do not belong to me. The female versions of the characters do not belong to me either, they're just in my psycho head.
She pauses in the middle of her walk, turning to the woman clutching at her hand. The younger girl bows her head, smiling bitterly beneath the black hood that hid her soft blue eyes. "I've made up my mind, Alexia. You know that." She declares quietly, pulling her arm free from the pyromaniac's grip gently. As if the older woman had been slapped, she recoils, staring at her friend in sheer shock.
She grabs the girl, hugging her tightly, squeezing her as if she wouldn't allow her to go. "Come home." She says softly, making the girl stiffen in her arms from the amount of emotion that was present. Number XIII bows her head, wondering how a Nobody like Alexia could even feel that... amount of loss. It was so strange. Even after telling her so many times that Nobodies HAD no emotions, the same person could make her feel like she wanted to break down and cry her eyes out and not leave. But it was too late. She had made up her mind... and now... with this, there was no going back to being the Organization's dog.
Not with her other half already dead.
She pulls away, pulling her hood firmly over her blond hair. Even in the rain of the City, it refuses to flatten down. She bows her head and repeats her statement quietly, with that much more conviction. "It doesn't matter anymore, VIII. Soon you won't even know I'm gone." She declares confidently, looking up at her friend with a despondent expression. Her grim smile makes the older woman falter, making her look torn between hugging her friend again to comfort her or slapping her to wake her up.
Roxanne's eyes close as the tears begin to drip their way down her pale cheek, her grief suddenly appearing behind the façade of nothingness that all Nobodies possessed since their deaths/rebirths as the heartless creatures they were.
The girl chuckles softly, smiling beneath her hood. Who was she joking? Just... where would she g? It was painful, but no one could help it. Not a single soul could help it. Even Xionias had never been able to help her, not with the girl in their shared dreams blocking their way.
Sora. She hated that girl. She hated everything about the Keyblade Mistress that the Superior was so dead set on getting her hands on.
Alexia grabs her friend and spins her around, gripping the girl's shoulders tightly. Her words are spat out venomously, as if she would kill anyone who dared attempted it. "They're going to destroy you! You get on their bad side, no matter who you are to them, they'll turn you into a Dusk and destroy you, Roxy!" She snarls, shaking the girl violently for a single moment before releasing her, making Roanne's foot catch on one of the cobblestones in the street. The loose stone almost makes her trip, but she manages to grab hold of the wall, stopping herself just in time.
She hauls herself up, brushing off the black dust that had gathered on her thigh-length boots. The long heels click on the stones as she looks up at Alexia for the last time. The black tendrils of darkness that always accompanied a Corridor of Darkness trickle across her face, gripping the girl's features as tightly as ivy would to a crumbling wall. A cold smile stretches across her pink lips, making her briefly seem much older than her few fourteen years.
A low chuckle emerges from her lips as Alexia reaches for her, desperately trying to get her friend before she ran away. Even as the teenager vanished from her vision, the older Nobody's tears began to drip down her face. She didn't even know that she could cry anymore, but the tears wouldn't stop falling.
"No one would miss me."
Alexia's head bows as she crumples to her knees on the street, her black gloved hands automatically going to her hands as she sobs silently. "That's not true...! I would..." She whispers softly to the empty street, crying for the friend that had just abandoned her.
The friend who had just given herself a death sentence.
Okay, for the record, the other half that "Roxanne" mentions is actually the male version of Xion, called Xionias. I stole the last part of your name, Vanitas, and what?! Either way, male Xion's name is lame. XD
I figured she wouldn't have forgotten him, alright?
Read and review while the authoress struggles not to get addicted to this idea and plan out an elaborate story!
