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[shardsofmemory]

Who: Roxas and ANYONE HE'S GONNA FIGHT WITH (be it pre-arranged or new!)
Where: You name it~
When: Yoou name that too!
Summary: It's kind of a problem this week when friends run into each other in hallways. Makes things awkward. Especially when you have a lot of friends.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and "OH GOD I'M SORRY" type things

Comments

rec room; less of a fight and more of a beating :'c

[linkingmemories]

[Staying in a room for long periods of time isn't new to her, but she can only do it if she has something to distract herself: namely, her artwork. And running out of paper doesn't help that very well, so she's taken a risk to go to the rec room and see if there was more.

She's now currently sifting through the arts and crafts corner, utterly defenseless.]

oh nooooo this took me so long to tag because SO SAD

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[Roxas keeps hoping not to run into her. He doesn't want to hurt her. He really doesn't want to hurt her.

But he's seen her, and he can't resist trying to shove at her, knock her off balance, anything, even with a yelp of "Sorry!" at the same time]

ajfdklsa; T ^ T

[linkingmemories]

[Naminé isn't expecting the shove. She gasps, hitting the ground hard and wincing as she does. When she gets a look at her attacker, her eyes widen.]

Roxas--!

[And she is trying her best to suppress that urge to wipe his memories, wipe everything of his, but she's failing, trembling even as she feels herself start to cruelly, lovingly undo the links of his memories. As if to try and redirect it elsewhere, she reaches out with her slim fingers to try and strangle him.]

>< I knooooow oh my gosh I'M SORRY NAMI

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I'm sorry! [He can't help but shove at those thin shoulders, though, and it only means bad things when two Keyblades swirl into his hands] Namine run. Please run.

NAMI IS ALSO SORRY ;A; also ooc note

[linkingmemories]

[She feels a lump form in her throat at the sight of the Keyblades, but she's rooted to where she's sprawled out on the floor, half concentrating on the chains of his memories. Her voice is broken when she answers.]

I'm trying-- I want to, but I-- I can't. I'm so sorry, Roxas-- I can't.

[She can't because she still wants to hurt him. And she knows that there's no escape now.]

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[ooc: I'm being super vague about the memory thing for now, but I'll Plurk you soon so we can work out the details, maybe? I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner about this @A@]

this is so awful omg :ccc

[shardsofmemory]

[Roxas is nearly trembling to resist the urge to cut her, make red bloom over that pale skin and blank white dress, and he only manages a few words before he can't hold out and rushes forward]

I'm sorry.

((ooc: That's okay! I'm sure it's not a big deal; I'm only worried about how much you want Nami to get hurt. He'll portal away in the next moment of clarity but in the meantime it's up to you?))

they should have hug times later to make up for this ;;

[linkingmemories]

[In some small part of her mind, Naminé thinks that this is only fair, to get hurt a little. Roxas went through so much, after all-- it's only fair that she understands a little of the pain he suffered.

She still lets out a keening cry of pain when the blades rip through her skin.]

[ooc: Mmkay! Maybe for a tag or two longer then <3]

oh my god yes ;___; they need proper hang-out times anyway

[shardsofmemory]

[Roxas hates that that's exactly what he wanted. Luckily the blades are meant more for beating, so most of the hits are only leaving bruises, but the occasional cut is exactly what he's aiming for. It's because she's so important, he knows that, that's why she needs to be hurt]

yesss. off week? 83

[linkingmemories]

[She can't even concentrate on hurting him back anymore, because she hurts too much. She's never felt this much pain before. Naminé tries to back up, tries to break free of his onslaught. But he's too quick, there's one hit after another, and she stumbles.]

R-Roxas!

YES~

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[The call of his name is like ice water poured down his neck. Roxas stops, Keyblade hovering just over her, and stares with horror-widened eyes.

He can't say anything, looking at Namine bloodied and bruised and it's his fault and he still wants to hurt her, make that worse, make her call out again--]

No!

[A portal splashes up black in front of him and he pushes through it with a choked sound. He can't do this anymore.]

YAY 83

[linkingmemories]

[Naminé is heaving, struggling to sit up and register that he was gone now, her shoulders trembling, her wounds throbbing.]

Roxas...

[She sits up slowly, staring at the spot where he'd portaled away for a long moment. And then eventually, she makes her own portal, returning to her room to silently heal for the rest of the week.]