... I haven't done this in a while.
OMFG FANFIC. *fucking loser*
A quickie (*cough*) done for A&R and R&S... on similarities and differences.
Riku hears him, or rather, he doesn’t. He can’t hear him, and its different, its not Sora. So that’s what he begins to call him when he thinks of him, the not-Sora. He hears the two blades, Sora would ask him to uncover his eyes, wouldn’t fight him, not like this, but not-Sora doesn’t say a thing. He’s all business, he’s trying to kill him, and Riku knows he wouldn’t be like that with Sora.
Much later, when not-Sora is a boy, when he runs with the other children, when they call him “Roxas” (Riku still calls him not-Sora, because that’s all he is to him), when he’s human, he still looks at him and feel the emptiness. All Riku can see in him is the differences, not the similarities.
Later, much, much, later, in Never Was, (which, he might add, still isn’t) when he sees both not-Sora and Sora and he sees Sora getting choked up over it, he tries not to feel bitter. Because not-Sora shouldn’t (and he’s pleased to say, doesn’t) exist, because Sora is perfect, he is joy, and bravery, and everything that is good, and that should not (cannot, is not, will not) be marred by anything different than it.
Axel looks up at the eyes of not-Roxas. Funny, he thinks, they’re the same shade of blue. When they were fighting back-to-back, Axel and not-Roxas, he tried to find the familiar rhythm, but it seemed slightly off. He thinks that it was like something beating out of time, maybe, he supposes, it was that not-Roxas was fighting to the beat of his heart, while he was fighting to the beat of slashes of his arms.
He thinks back, to the times he met not-Roxas, the way the similarities stood out sharply. He thinks, there must have been something in the similarity of the defiance, if not in the stance. Sure, not-Roxas didn’t crouch in a fight, he rushed forward standing tall like some knight out of a fairy tale. That must, he figures, make him an evil-stepmother of some sort, because he couldn’t possibly be a dragon…
He watches as not-Roxas cries over him, it makes him laugh. He looks for lucky number XIII in this soft boy. He finally concedes to a thought he’d been entertaining for a while, that while he was lucky, he took it all with him when he left.
Yes, not-Roxas certainly had the same eyes, as the only thing, the only person, he amends, that meant anything to his heartless, scrawny frame.
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A quickie (*cough*) done for A&R and R&S... on similarities and differences.
Riku hears him, or rather, he doesn’t. He can’t hear him, and its different, its not Sora. So that’s what he begins to call him when he thinks of him, the not-Sora. He hears the two blades, Sora would ask him to uncover his eyes, wouldn’t fight him, not like this, but not-Sora doesn’t say a thing. He’s all business, he’s trying to kill him, and Riku knows he wouldn’t be like that with Sora.
Much later, when not-Sora is a boy, when he runs with the other children, when they call him “Roxas” (Riku still calls him not-Sora, because that’s all he is to him), when he’s human, he still looks at him and feel the emptiness. All Riku can see in him is the differences, not the similarities.
Later, much, much, later, in Never Was, (which, he might add, still isn’t) when he sees both not-Sora and Sora and he sees Sora getting choked up over it, he tries not to feel bitter. Because not-Sora shouldn’t (and he’s pleased to say, doesn’t) exist, because Sora is perfect, he is joy, and bravery, and everything that is good, and that should not (cannot, is not, will not) be marred by anything different than it.
Axel looks up at the eyes of not-Roxas. Funny, he thinks, they’re the same shade of blue. When they were fighting back-to-back, Axel and not-Roxas, he tried to find the familiar rhythm, but it seemed slightly off. He thinks that it was like something beating out of time, maybe, he supposes, it was that not-Roxas was fighting to the beat of his heart, while he was fighting to the beat of slashes of his arms.
He thinks back, to the times he met not-Roxas, the way the similarities stood out sharply. He thinks, there must have been something in the similarity of the defiance, if not in the stance. Sure, not-Roxas didn’t crouch in a fight, he rushed forward standing tall like some knight out of a fairy tale. That must, he figures, make him an evil-stepmother of some sort, because he couldn’t possibly be a dragon…
He watches as not-Roxas cries over him, it makes him laugh. He looks for lucky number XIII in this soft boy. He finally concedes to a thought he’d been entertaining for a while, that while he was lucky, he took it all with him when he left.
Yes, not-Roxas certainly had the same eyes, as the only thing, the only person, he amends, that meant anything to his heartless, scrawny frame.
ENJOY AND LEAVE ME A COMMENT FOR PLEASE? D:
_OH