Night 46: M21-30 Hallway

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Shinji hesitated at the threshold and after a moment of horrific indecision and fear he forced himself to take the step out of his room and into dim and darkened hallway. It was all strange again. The people, the appearance of this hallway - so much for hoping that last night might have been a fluke. With a start, he realized he still didn't know

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M23

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Roxas woke up knowing that he had missed the majority of the day - it was quite a Luxord-like epiphany, really. He was so used to just... falling asleep and not waking up for so long that he was pretty used to feeling how long he'd been out. Except when it was a few weeks; at that point, it all blurred together. (There weren't any seashells by his pillow.)

Of course, it helped that the room was completely pitch black and empty. Apparently he'd slept through dinner and his roommate had gotten tired of looking at his comatose body, because the room was empty; at least, there hadn't been any response when he'd asked, "Neku?"

Too bad he didn't remember what he'd done with the flashlight from last night. Sliding his hand under the pillow revealed nothing. He found the edge with a few more movements, sliding his bottom to the edge of the bed and touching the floor tentatively with a naked toe. He was imbued with the power of light, so maybe -

Roxas held out a hand, concentrating on the blackness where he thought it would be. A little white spark sizzled, illuminating the contours of his fingers, shaping itself into a smooth sphere. In time with the light's appearance, a pain shot by his left temple; the Nobody jumped, wincing, and the light fizzled out.

"It's better than nothing," he sighed, trying again. The pain shot through his head a second time, but he was prepared. This light was a little brighter, a little more confident... and the longer he sat there watching it, the more heavier his head felt. Taking advantage of the time he had, he used the small ball of light to search his bed, finding his journal - he'd forgotten it was even under the mattress! - and the flashlight, stashed into the closet. Surprisingly, under the light was a familiar folded pair of pants, boots standing silently beside them. And above them both, neatly blending in with the darkness sucking him in, was his Organization coat.

Roxas frowned. It had its uses, but he wasn't one of them. But when he felt the material between his fingers, sliding along his skin and reminding him of what he'd done since he'd been born... well, it was his. There was even dirt along the bottom hem; a souvenir from one of the worlds he'd visited.

He hesitated, but eventually slipped out of his grey clothes, deciding, It doesn't mean I'm part of the Organization anymore. It's my coat.

Flipping the hood over his blond hair, the Nobody left his room.

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