[LOG] You're my best friend?

[nihonjika]

Who: Shikamaru and Nobody!Chouji
When: Evil Twin Week, a few hours before reset
Where: The streets of Manhattan
Summary: Chouji's heart has been taken by the darkness. Shikamaru sneaks out of the hospital, desperate to find his friend.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Saaaaaaaad shinobi.

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[futoi_choucho]

He didn't have a name. Someone had explained to him what had happened ... He'd blinked his eyes open in the darkness, slowly stood up and shook away from it, but everything before that was fragmented. Confusing bits and pieces - it was because someone had their heart taken. Chouji's heart had been stolen away by darkness and Nameless was left, Nameless who didn't have any answers and didn't quite know how to form the questions

[nihonjika]

He'd normally have taken immediately to the rooftops in his search, but with his arms still injured proper balance would be nearly impossible, and so he found himself on a set of dark stairs en route to where he felt his best friend was. Where he hoped he was.

The first sight that met him when he opened the door to the department store's roof brought back a rush of memories. It was the same boy, but different. Skinny, like he was barely there, and the hair and eyes...

"Chouji?" he ventured quietly, hoping this was all some sort of trick as he moved slowly closer. Roxas had to be wrong. Even though his mind was telling him he wasn't, that this was real, he couldn't give up hope yet.

[futoi_choucho]

The Nobody shared Chouji's face, his posture, the way he carried himself, but there were marked differences. Chouji's dark brown hair had been traded out for a dark and murky crimson much like his father's. His skin was darker as well, like he'd been out in the sun for awhile and browned in a dusky tan. His eyes were black when they lifted, blinking at the source of noise.

"No," he corrected quietly, then returned to what he was doing. A few more cautious prods at the belt and he attempted it again, looping it around his waist and cinching it in place. It worked much better this way, but the pants still fit way too loose. He'd found a shirt that fit him better than the armor and tunic Chouji had worn before, a dark blue thing that looked black in the twilight.

"Chouji's gone. I'm his Nobody, I don't have a name yet."

[nihonjika]

Shikamaru stared for a few moments, his weariness obvious in his face and posture. The worst of his injuries had been taken care of, but he was no where near fully recovered yet, and this new situation was quickly draining him.

He moved closer, studying the person that looked so much like his friend, and yet wasn't. A Nobody. He'd seen what had been happening, knew that what Roxas said was the truth. What Chouji was saying was the truth, but... This wasn't a twin. This was something else. Someone who didn't remember him.

"This can't..." Shikamaru's face fell. It was like losing him all over again.