So What Now? [Complete]

[destiny-key.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Roxas, Dib
Content: The pair escape the chaos and violence at Paixao for Elysian Fields where they each discover something of interest to them.
Setting: Elysian Fields [D10]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Mild angst

Why did he keep running away? What was he really running from? The Dusks weren't something that should cause him even the slightest annoyance... or even make him think about petty things like this for that matter. He had arrived at a vast empty field of white grass. There was a barely noticeable breeze that swept the blonde's face: it was a pleasant feeling. It didn't calm him down but it was certainly much more comforting than what he felt in the city of Paixao.

Roxas shivered. It wasn't that it was cold... it was just...

Where in the world are you Sora?
If you're my Somebody, aren't you supposed to be somehow connected to me?

After a moment of musing, the Nobody took the liberty of taking several steps from the place that he "came from" and lay down, and closed his eyes. It was too quiet in this strange field: was it alright to even slightly relax like he was right now? At the thought, a pair of icy blue eyes was visible again. It was snowing here? Huh.. he didn't notice it before... Roxas lifted his arm in an attempt to touch an orb. It just scattered when his hand closed around it.

Comments

[destiny-key.livejournal.com]

At Dib’s signs of annoyance made Roxas scowl: did the other boy expect him to make a speech about what could happen? The Nobody gave an “hmph” under his breath, watching Dib. The other body was doing something with box-like object… “What’s that?” the blonde asked, cocking his head toward the direction of the box. But with that being said, the other boy seemed to be drifting off further and further from the present, mumbling to himself about… whatever he was mumbling to himself about. Roxas scowled. Again.

The former Thirteenth pondered while tapping his all ten of his fingers on the surrounding grass. This whole world was probably simply an illusion. Something created from the technology of the Organization. And amidst it was his other half… No, that wasn’t right… He himself was the half… Amidst this illusion was the wholeness of life. He’d be given a reason to live. What was it mean to live anyway? Roxas clenched his left hand into a fist. This was getting stupid.