Note: /Spoiler Alert for Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days/ I finished Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days and I absolutely adored the game! =] It was such a touching addition to the series and it really gave insight on Organization XIII, as well as Roxas and Xion.
It caught me by surprise when they used this same exact scene again as Roxas was leaving the Organization... I remember this scene in Kingdom Hearts II, but back then it didn't really make as much sense as it does now after playing Days. I always thought this scene held so much emotion and sadness in it. I just had to portray the feelings in it to the best of my ability. (...which still isn't all that good... XDD)
Anyways, please do read it! Thank you so much! =)
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Behind an eternal veil of darkness, shrouded in world of ceaseless night there stood a castle. Impeccable, perfectly monochrome colors enveloped the Castle that Never Was and obscured the sinister intentions behind Organization XIII’s true motives. A heart-shaped moon graced the black sky; its distinct features contradicted the dark like no other. A city surrounded the bleak castle; the neon lights illuminated the empty buildings and cast an eerie glow over the abandoned area. Even the softest footsteps belonging to The Key of Destiny shattered the still air.
The young boy sauntered steadily throughout the World That Never Was and the peaceful wind blowing against his face encouraged the decision he was about to make. Roxas walked in silence, trying his best to ignore the piercing emerald eyes of his best friend penetrating his being.
Axel stood poised coolly against the concrete walls of the building he leaned against, arms folded and his mind focused only on the departure of his dear companion.
The blonde Nobody swallowed harshly and endeavored the feeling of being watched; however, his longing for answers eased the premonition he felt for the future.
Number VIII remained unfazed. He knew his best friend well enough to sense his apprehension. Without the slightest movement, a curious inquiry emitted from his lips, as if testing the boy to see if he was truly, honestly… leaving… without coming back.
“Your mind’s made up?” Axel questioned, his manner composed and collected. Roxas halted in his tracks and resisted the urge to look back.
“Why did the keyblade choose me? I have to know.” Number XIII articulated calmly and freely expressed the wonder evoked by his enigmatic existence. He craved the knowledge of who he really was more than anything; it was devouring his soul. Who – no, just what was he and how did he get here? The Nobody had to know… even if it meant being exterminated in the end. His response was met with the instantaneous answer of his ally.
“You can’t turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side, and they’ll destroy you!” Axel voice rose in an attempt to alter Roxas’s resolution, gripping the cold air with gloved hands as he spoke. He inwardly cursed – it was only he that broke the nonchalant façade he struggled to put up; the powerful feelings he held for his best friend awakened his own earnest outlook of the situation.
The Key of Destiny’s normally, vivid, ocean-blue orbs – the intensely bright cerulean Axel often found himself lost in – dulled immensely and the young boy’s expression seemed to grow bored the moment the Flurry of Dancing Flames pointed out the obvious – the inevitable truth he accepted wholeheartedly ever since he made this decision. He glanced back towards the pyromaniac.
“No one would miss me.” The blonde boy stated with a certain sureness to his voice, though the tiniest gist of his melancholic tone tainted the meaning of his words.
After all, Axel’s unrequited faith in him produced a bond of distorted trust between them. Axel never told him anything – about Xion, about the constant spectacles taking place about Castle Oblivion, about Roxas himself. He merely assumed the blonde’s innocuous yearning for answers would tarnish over time, but he was wrong. Roxas had changed. He was tired of the whispers of forgotten secrets provoking his mind. He was tired of being left in the dark all the time. He was tired of being best friends with a liar. The Nobody froze and immediately snapped out of his reverie. No matter how much pain and perplexity Axel caused him, they would always be best friends until their time was over… and that was the truth.
The boy’s lips tugged into a sad smile in prospect of the surprise awaiting atop Number VIII’s windowsill, nearly grimacing once he imagined the redhead entirely alone upon the clock tower. He would miss the best times of his life alongside Xion and Axel, watching the sunset’s luminous hues of orange and red fade into an iridescent ebony as the silver stars twinkled… the salty-sweet treat of ice cream adorning each friend’s hand, the three becoming so enraptured in chit-chat the remains would carelessly drip onto innocent bystanders below.
It took all Roxas’s willpower to tear himself away from the Flurry of Dancing Flames once and for all, and even then his reluctance was evident. He strode forwards to the path of a fulfilling, roseate future before him, yet the quivering of his fingers was simply unknown to him.
With every step his companion took away from him, Axel’s once passionate, fervent spirits slowly extracted themselves from his being in wisps of sadness. The ringing of the boy’s perception of his own absence sounded over and over again inside his mind: No one would miss me…
He was so wrong.
“That’s not true!” Number VIII mentioned, distinctly hearing the emotion racking through his very own voice. The Nobody only wished everything would just go away and he, Roxas, and Xion could enjoy themselves about Twilight Town like old times. Axel’s fists curled up in resentment; indignation; sorrow; he couldn’t tell anymore.
The fortitude he once possessed abruptly subsided and his pent-up feelings diminished. The young keyblade-wielder’s ambitions were fixed on Sora and nothing could stop him. His balled fists fell to his sides and flamboyant viridian eyes gradually closed, as he intently gazed downwards; dejection filled his voice as he softly spoke… one last time.
“That’s not true… I would,” Axel confessed in silence to the darkness’s serene air.
In the distance, Roxas paused for a second, before the perfectly repetitive echo of his footsteps ensued once more. A single, glimmering tear cascaded from his aquamarine orbs and he shook his head, continuing to walk towards a night of everlasting fate.
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Feel free to comment, critique, review, or simply share any thoughts. I'd also love if someone played the game as well and cared to tell me their thoughts of it. Thank you! C:
Oh, and for anyone who played the game and did not catch this part, the surprise Roxas had for Axel was the WINNER stick he gave him before leaving. ;_;
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