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Who: Replica Riku [pwningdarkness] and Naminé [whitesketch].
What: Meeting; telling Replica Riku what he is.
When: Last night.
Where: Replica Riku's house.
Summary: Naminé goes to Replica Riku's house and tells him the truth.
Rating: G.
It was storming outside, but that didn't stop Naminé from making it to the other Riku’s house. He didn’t know he was a replica… that worried her. Though, she could have sworn she read something about “alternate timelines,” or something like that. Nevertheless, she had to tell him the truth. After all, like Riku said, she owed it to him. She owed him so much after what she had done.
The guilt was still there - it would probably never leave. Somehow, she’d make it up to him…
Miraculously, she made it to the house. Taking a deep breath, she knocked at the door and waited for an answer.
The Replica had been waiting for Naminé for a while, and he was almost tempted to go out and find her. After all, the stormy weather wasn't all that reassuring, and in a place full of strangers, there was a chance that she could get hurt. Of course, he waited, staring at his recent journal entry, confused at the responses.
However, at the sound of knocking, he put the journal down immediately, rushing to the door. Naminé was there, or so he imagined, and so, he opened the door, only to find his suspicions correct. A grin upon his face, he pulled the door open, leaving room for Naminé to enter.
"There you are," he said, keeping his smirk. "I've been waiting for a while now."
A weak smile as she stepped inside. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting for too long… this weather is really horrible, isn’t it…?” Small talk, for now. Naminé didn’t want to drop the bomb on him, especially when he had just arrived. But it was good to see him. It gave her a sense of comfort, something she rarely remembered. But she was uneasy - the feeling almost hung in the air.
"Yeah," he said, closing the door behind her. "It's almost as bad as that storm, back on the islands...when I opened my heart to darkness. Funny thing is, if it wasn't for the darkness, I never would've found you at that castle..."
Clearly the Replica had no idea what Naminé was planning on telling him, but as they say, ignorance is bliss, and that certainly applied in his case.
Leaning against a wall, he then added, "So anyway, you wanted to tell me something? Or at least... you sounded like you were in a hurry to see me."
Now came the hard part. Naminé had been thinking about it, long and hard. It would be a miracle if he forgave her. “Yes… I…” she paused, frowning, trying to word it right. “When people were telling you that you were a replica…” It was getting harder now. She looked down. “They… They were telling the truth.” Naminé glanced briefly at the replica before looking away.
The Replica was speechless. Of all the things he expected to hear, to be told that he was a fake...by Naminé? It made no sense. It couldn't be true. He had the memories, the promise, everything. All of that couldn't have been a lie. He took a few steps backwards, his expression full of shock and confusion.
"I...v-very funny, Naminé," he muttered, although somehow he felt like she was right.
She closed her eyes. Naminé expected no less from him. This sort of reaction was most definitely expected. “Your memories… I… I was used by the Organization. I didn’t want to… It was far too cruel to do that to you. I don’t think of you as a fake - you’re your own person.” She slowed down a bit.
“Before Sora fought Marluxia… you said that a promise was a promise, even if it was fake. I’m not sure how you feel now…” Naminé was avoiding his eyes. “If you… if you hate me, I understand… No matter how much it hurts.”
None of this made sense. What she said...he couldn't remember it at all. While he had all of Riku's memories (albeit altered), along with a few memories of Castle Oblivion before he had shown up in Luceti, the Replica just...didn't know what to say. For a moment, he gazed down at the floor, remaining silent. His mind raced over Naminé's words, and he tried to piece things together.
After a few moments, he sighed, saying, although very quietly, "I...don't hate you. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't....but none of this makes sense...."
When she heard his words, she felt so relieved... Words couldn't describe how relieved she was. If he hated her… she didn’t know what she would do. If he hated her… She decided not to think about that. “It… it doesn’t make sense, I know… But trust me… Please?” She took a small step toward him, holding in her breath as she did so.
Weakly nodding, the Replica said, "I trust you... It's not like I can help it, but everyone else seems to be saying the same thing. Memories or not, it just doesn't look like I'm gonna win this argument. It's just that...what am I supposed to do now?"
With the 'real' Riku around, and his memories being fake, everything seemed to be almost...pointless. Like nothing belonged to him anymore.
Those years worth of memories were fake. And even he wasn't who he had thought he was. To that end, nothing made sense, and he wasn't even sure if the others would treat him well. Would he just be dubbed a copy? Trash? A fake? Just thinking of that made him furious, although he didn't show this externally. There just wasn't any point in doing so.
Naminé thought for a moment. “Go on living your life the way you want to… No one’s here to tell you what to do. You’re a replica, yes, but that only means that you look like Riku. You’re your own person, so… please remember that.” She would help him, if he wanted her help… As long as it meant that he forgave her.
"Yeah, but I don't even know what I want," he said. "All this time, I've been going off of those memories. That's it. But now that I know they're fake, it's not like I can just keep going with it. I probably haven't even been alive that long. How can I make those decisions just like that, when I just learned about this?"
“It’ll take time, but... You’ll find out what you want. I’m sure of it. I’ll help you. It's the least that I could do.”
"Hm..."
For a moment, the Replica was silent, as he thought stuff over. After all, this was a rather large revelation, and it would take some serious adjusting. He'd have to behave towards the people he thought were his best friends completely different now. But it's not like it was the worst thing ever, and it's not like he could help it. [more]
Finally he said, "I'd like that... I mean, you know more about this than I do, and besides..." -- and it was here that he looked up briefly -- "A promise is a promise."
A promise is a promise.
Naminé looked at him. Even though she had heard it before - at the castle - hearing it again was almost…surreal. She nearly smiled. “…Thank you.” Simple, but it was all she could think of… for now, anyway.
What: Meeting; telling Replica Riku what he is.
When: Last night.
Where: Replica Riku's house.
Summary: Naminé goes to Replica Riku's house and tells him the truth.
Rating: G.
It was storming outside, but that didn't stop Naminé from making it to the other Riku’s house. He didn’t know he was a replica… that worried her. Though, she could have sworn she read something about “alternate timelines,” or something like that. Nevertheless, she had to tell him the truth. After all, like Riku said, she owed it to him. She owed him so much after what she had done.
The guilt was still there - it would probably never leave. Somehow, she’d make it up to him…
Miraculously, she made it to the house. Taking a deep breath, she knocked at the door and waited for an answer.
The Replica had been waiting for Naminé for a while, and he was almost tempted to go out and find her. After all, the stormy weather wasn't all that reassuring, and in a place full of strangers, there was a chance that she could get hurt. Of course, he waited, staring at his recent journal entry, confused at the responses.
However, at the sound of knocking, he put the journal down immediately, rushing to the door. Naminé was there, or so he imagined, and so, he opened the door, only to find his suspicions correct. A grin upon his face, he pulled the door open, leaving room for Naminé to enter.
"There you are," he said, keeping his smirk. "I've been waiting for a while now."
A weak smile as she stepped inside. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting for too long… this weather is really horrible, isn’t it…?” Small talk, for now. Naminé didn’t want to drop the bomb on him, especially when he had just arrived. But it was good to see him. It gave her a sense of comfort, something she rarely remembered. But she was uneasy - the feeling almost hung in the air.
"Yeah," he said, closing the door behind her. "It's almost as bad as that storm, back on the islands...when I opened my heart to darkness. Funny thing is, if it wasn't for the darkness, I never would've found you at that castle..."
Clearly the Replica had no idea what Naminé was planning on telling him, but as they say, ignorance is bliss, and that certainly applied in his case.
Leaning against a wall, he then added, "So anyway, you wanted to tell me something? Or at least... you sounded like you were in a hurry to see me."
Now came the hard part. Naminé had been thinking about it, long and hard. It would be a miracle if he forgave her. “Yes… I…” she paused, frowning, trying to word it right. “When people were telling you that you were a replica…” It was getting harder now. She looked down. “They… They were telling the truth.” Naminé glanced briefly at the replica before looking away.
The Replica was speechless. Of all the things he expected to hear, to be told that he was a fake...by Naminé? It made no sense. It couldn't be true. He had the memories, the promise, everything. All of that couldn't have been a lie. He took a few steps backwards, his expression full of shock and confusion.
"I...v-very funny, Naminé," he muttered, although somehow he felt like she was right.
She closed her eyes. Naminé expected no less from him. This sort of reaction was most definitely expected. “Your memories… I… I was used by the Organization. I didn’t want to… It was far too cruel to do that to you. I don’t think of you as a fake - you’re your own person.” She slowed down a bit.
“Before Sora fought Marluxia… you said that a promise was a promise, even if it was fake. I’m not sure how you feel now…” Naminé was avoiding his eyes. “If you… if you hate me, I understand… No matter how much it hurts.”
None of this made sense. What she said...he couldn't remember it at all. While he had all of Riku's memories (albeit altered), along with a few memories of Castle Oblivion before he had shown up in Luceti, the Replica just...didn't know what to say. For a moment, he gazed down at the floor, remaining silent. His mind raced over Naminé's words, and he tried to piece things together.
After a few moments, he sighed, saying, although very quietly, "I...don't hate you. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't....but none of this makes sense...."
When she heard his words, she felt so relieved... Words couldn't describe how relieved she was. If he hated her… she didn’t know what she would do. If he hated her… She decided not to think about that. “It… it doesn’t make sense, I know… But trust me… Please?” She took a small step toward him, holding in her breath as she did so.
Weakly nodding, the Replica said, "I trust you... It's not like I can help it, but everyone else seems to be saying the same thing. Memories or not, it just doesn't look like I'm gonna win this argument. It's just that...what am I supposed to do now?"
With the 'real' Riku around, and his memories being fake, everything seemed to be almost...pointless. Like nothing belonged to him anymore.
Those years worth of memories were fake. And even he wasn't who he had thought he was. To that end, nothing made sense, and he wasn't even sure if the others would treat him well. Would he just be dubbed a copy? Trash? A fake? Just thinking of that made him furious, although he didn't show this externally. There just wasn't any point in doing so.
Naminé thought for a moment. “Go on living your life the way you want to… No one’s here to tell you what to do. You’re a replica, yes, but that only means that you look like Riku. You’re your own person, so… please remember that.” She would help him, if he wanted her help… As long as it meant that he forgave her.
"Yeah, but I don't even know what I want," he said. "All this time, I've been going off of those memories. That's it. But now that I know they're fake, it's not like I can just keep going with it. I probably haven't even been alive that long. How can I make those decisions just like that, when I just learned about this?"
“It’ll take time, but... You’ll find out what you want. I’m sure of it. I’ll help you. It's the least that I could do.”
"Hm..."
For a moment, the Replica was silent, as he thought stuff over. After all, this was a rather large revelation, and it would take some serious adjusting. He'd have to behave towards the people he thought were his best friends completely different now. But it's not like it was the worst thing ever, and it's not like he could help it. [more]
Finally he said, "I'd like that... I mean, you know more about this than I do, and besides..." -- and it was here that he looked up briefly -- "A promise is a promise."
A promise is a promise.
Naminé looked at him. Even though she had heard it before - at the castle - hearing it again was almost…surreal. She nearly smiled. “…Thank you.” Simple, but it was all she could think of… for now, anyway.