Drabble I: Neverwas / Day 8 / Nightmare
Co-written with Kefka-mun.
'Verse: Neverwas
Word Count: 1200 even. ... niiiiiice. XD
Summary: "Restless dreams" return to Xion while she's out of Town.
Read as: Xion's nightmares are still batshit.
.~.q/p.~.
running in place all of my life i've been running in place
In Xion's dreams, she runs.
She runs from Saïx and his angry yellow eyes - from his claymore and its angry white teeth - her feet thud against the ground in a spiteful cadence - her breath comes in harsh gasps, the cold air bites her lungs - he is snarling not-so-far behind her -
One time, when she was at the edges of the Beast's world, she found a pack of wolves and heard them howling at the moon. One was killed by a Heartless and they all howled and they sounded like this, like Saïx now, and although wolves and Nobodies can't cry they make it up with how they rend the enemies to shreds and all she can think of is how they tore into that Shadow, darkness splattering over the ground and steaming like hot blood -
give me one good reason why i shouldn't hunt you down and end that miserable mockery of an existence
She trips - falls - heels of her hands hit the ground, the skin breaks, there is blood - there is blood - there is blood in the air and it draws him to her like a shark - she rolls on her back, her arms flail in front of her, the Keyblade is a flash of light -
There is magic in the air and it draws Kefka to her like a shark. The two dance around her, Saïx snarling and Kefka humming incessantly, Saïx stomping and Kefka nearly dancing, and as Kefka moves his song changes from the sad lullaby he hums for her to something faster, something loud, something swing, jazz, big band. He waves a hand over his face and suddenly she's looking in a mirror as a mask slides over her face and she's him now, the paint heavy and cold on her face like his magic was.
whatever connection you think you guys have? it's not going to make him sane. you can't fix him.
Xion waves a hand over her face and it's godkefka, his eyes pink and his teeth monstrous and his skin a deep purple like a living bruise. She waves again and she's sanekefka without make-up, a hospital gown around her shoulders. She waves a third time and she's humanbrokennotapuppetKefka once more and Axel is behind her - him - herhim in the mirror, flames dancing in his hands. She inhales to scream.
Axel spins his chakram. "Stay away from her," he hisses, stalking over twitching like a Dusk, jerking like a puppet with only one string tied to his wrist. Xion - Kekfa - KefkaXion mirrors him, ice curling in hands to match his weapons. Xion finally screams but only laughter comes out, first as the sick sobbing mirth she heard in the woods and then just an insane giggle as her hand points and shoots ice, freezing Axel's mouth shut. NO nonononononono please no please stop please stop Kefka please don't hurt him please stop this -
i just want to crush his spirit and plans and feed him his internal organs is that is that so much?!
There's the echo in her thoughts of death destruction rip his insides out and she sees, as though she is watching in the back of someone's head, she looks down and sees a blade through her - these memories aren't mine! - Roxas flails madly, the Keyblade one tall bar of light, a light that burns as it cuts through her - and (s)he throws the Keyblade again and again and again and Riku, no, Ansem, no, Riku cries out each time, breaking his(her) heart with each blow - and Kefka smiles through her and blasts ice at Axel, one two three -
Xion wants to cover her ears, cover her eyes, wants to scream, wants to make them stop stop fighting - Axel throws chakrams and fire and she swings her Keyblade deflecting and lunging and Roxas just stands there eyes wide I said stop and she does and Axel - and Axel -
i find that my future's the same as my past and i'm running running running
And Axel is gone. He was sitting beside Roxas, just a second ago. His seat on the clock tower ledge is empty. Just a moment ago, just an instant ago, he filled it, laughing and waving his ice cream in the air and telling them why the sun sets red and where Demyx left the karaoke machine and - and now he's gone. It's like he's the one who's fading away this time, the one turning to crystal and drifting away, so far away -
But she's going nowhere at all, really, because she's going right back where she belongs and that's right here with Roxas. She smiles up at him, smiles for him, smiles up at the clock tower and ice cream and sunsets and promises. She can feel the crystal crawling up her body, feel the pieces of her floating away, away, into the sky, into Roxas, back to Sora, back where she belongs, and everything is finally right -
and she whispered how could you do this to me?
Except everything is wrong, it's all wrong, because she is not the one dying, she is not the one defeated, she is not the one lying on the ground broken and weak and fading - she won she won she finally did it she won she beat him he hurt her he was hurting her and she lost it lost it lost lost lost Roxas - Roxas is -
She falls to her knees, reaches for him, picks him up in her too strong too puppet-like arms and cradles him to her chest. He breaks away, he turns black, dissolves into wisps of darkness, going somewhere only Nobodies go, somewhere she'll never be able to follow. As he dies, as he fades into nothing, never to exist again, so does Axel and Sora and Kairi and Riku and Naminé and Carpet and Gabranth and Kefka and she sobs. No... no... nononono Roxas Roxas what have I done what have I done it was never meant to be like this
you would kill for this just a little bit just a little bit you would you would
When Xion wakes, she does not know it at first.
She is curled up on the ground in a tight ball, clutching her hair. She shakes and trembles from the force of the sobs racking her body. She is cold and alone and there is a tree root digging into her shoulder. She will stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time - one hour? two? maybe more? - before finally unfurling her limbs and rolling to her back to stare up at the sky.
Blue... she'll think, hardly knowing her own thoughts. Blue like us. Let's fly away, Roxas... Let's fly.
She will forget this thought, but the nightmare will stay with her all her waking hours.
.~.q/p.~.
'Verse: Neverwas
Word Count: 1200 even. ... niiiiiice. XD
Summary: "Restless dreams" return to Xion while she's out of Town.
Read as: Xion's nightmares are still batshit.
.~.q/p.~.
running in place all of my life i've been running in place
In Xion's dreams, she runs.
She runs from Saïx and his angry yellow eyes - from his claymore and its angry white teeth - her feet thud against the ground in a spiteful cadence - her breath comes in harsh gasps, the cold air bites her lungs - he is snarling not-so-far behind her -
One time, when she was at the edges of the Beast's world, she found a pack of wolves and heard them howling at the moon. One was killed by a Heartless and they all howled and they sounded like this, like Saïx now, and although wolves and Nobodies can't cry they make it up with how they rend the enemies to shreds and all she can think of is how they tore into that Shadow, darkness splattering over the ground and steaming like hot blood -
give me one good reason why i shouldn't hunt you down and end that miserable mockery of an existence
She trips - falls - heels of her hands hit the ground, the skin breaks, there is blood - there is blood - there is blood in the air and it draws him to her like a shark - she rolls on her back, her arms flail in front of her, the Keyblade is a flash of light -
There is magic in the air and it draws Kefka to her like a shark. The two dance around her, Saïx snarling and Kefka humming incessantly, Saïx stomping and Kefka nearly dancing, and as Kefka moves his song changes from the sad lullaby he hums for her to something faster, something loud, something swing, jazz, big band. He waves a hand over his face and suddenly she's looking in a mirror as a mask slides over her face and she's him now, the paint heavy and cold on her face like his magic was.
whatever connection you think you guys have? it's not going to make him sane. you can't fix him.
Xion waves a hand over her face and it's godkefka, his eyes pink and his teeth monstrous and his skin a deep purple like a living bruise. She waves again and she's sanekefka without make-up, a hospital gown around her shoulders. She waves a third time and she's humanbrokennotapuppetKefka once more and Axel is behind her - him - herhim in the mirror, flames dancing in his hands. She inhales to scream.
Axel spins his chakram. "Stay away from her," he hisses, stalking over twitching like a Dusk, jerking like a puppet with only one string tied to his wrist. Xion - Kekfa - KefkaXion mirrors him, ice curling in hands to match his weapons. Xion finally screams but only laughter comes out, first as the sick sobbing mirth she heard in the woods and then just an insane giggle as her hand points and shoots ice, freezing Axel's mouth shut. NO nonononononono please no please stop please stop Kefka please don't hurt him please stop this -
i just want to crush his spirit and plans and feed him his internal organs is that is that so much?!
There's the echo in her thoughts of death destruction rip his insides out and she sees, as though she is watching in the back of someone's head, she looks down and sees a blade through her - these memories aren't mine! - Roxas flails madly, the Keyblade one tall bar of light, a light that burns as it cuts through her - and (s)he throws the Keyblade again and again and again and Riku, no, Ansem, no, Riku cries out each time, breaking his(her) heart with each blow - and Kefka smiles through her and blasts ice at Axel, one two three -
Xion wants to cover her ears, cover her eyes, wants to scream, wants to make them stop stop fighting - Axel throws chakrams and fire and she swings her Keyblade deflecting and lunging and Roxas just stands there eyes wide I said stop and she does and Axel - and Axel -
i find that my future's the same as my past and i'm running running running
And Axel is gone. He was sitting beside Roxas, just a second ago. His seat on the clock tower ledge is empty. Just a moment ago, just an instant ago, he filled it, laughing and waving his ice cream in the air and telling them why the sun sets red and where Demyx left the karaoke machine and - and now he's gone. It's like he's the one who's fading away this time, the one turning to crystal and drifting away, so far away -
But she's going nowhere at all, really, because she's going right back where she belongs and that's right here with Roxas. She smiles up at him, smiles for him, smiles up at the clock tower and ice cream and sunsets and promises. She can feel the crystal crawling up her body, feel the pieces of her floating away, away, into the sky, into Roxas, back to Sora, back where she belongs, and everything is finally right -
and she whispered how could you do this to me?
Except everything is wrong, it's all wrong, because she is not the one dying, she is not the one defeated, she is not the one lying on the ground broken and weak and fading - she won she won she finally did it she won she beat him he hurt her he was hurting her and she lost it lost it lost lost lost Roxas - Roxas is -
She falls to her knees, reaches for him, picks him up in her too strong too puppet-like arms and cradles him to her chest. He breaks away, he turns black, dissolves into wisps of darkness, going somewhere only Nobodies go, somewhere she'll never be able to follow. As he dies, as he fades into nothing, never to exist again, so does Axel and Sora and Kairi and Riku and Naminé and Carpet and Gabranth and Kefka and she sobs. No... no... nononono Roxas Roxas what have I done what have I done it was never meant to be like this
you would kill for this just a little bit just a little bit you would you would
When Xion wakes, she does not know it at first.
She is curled up on the ground in a tight ball, clutching her hair. She shakes and trembles from the force of the sobs racking her body. She is cold and alone and there is a tree root digging into her shoulder. She will stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time - one hour? two? maybe more? - before finally unfurling her limbs and rolling to her back to stare up at the sky.
Blue... she'll think, hardly knowing her own thoughts. Blue like us. Let's fly away, Roxas... Let's fly.
She will forget this thought, but the nightmare will stay with her all her waking hours.
.~.q/p.~.