paixaorpg | why are you still here? [complete]

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why are you still here? [complete]

Character(s): Roxas, Zidane Tribal, later Larxene
Content: Mindless wandering as of yet. Roxas wishing that Zidane wasn’t following him around.
Setting: Close to the Wild Ginger and in it (L5)
Time: Morning
Warnings: Blood and mild-violent toward the end of the thread.

Quickly, the blonde Nobody cast a glance in Zidane’s direction. They’ve been walking for a while and his “companion” was still following him. Quite the reason to err, if you asked Number XIII… He had no doubt that very soon he would be receiving more attention than he was right now.

With every step, the device that Saix had given him hit against his chest lightly. It was annoying.

Not the actual impacts—Roxas wasn’t so sensitive to have that sort of petty movement bother him. Just the fact that he had this journal was what bothered him. Perhaps the Organization was keeping track of him using the journal as a tracking device. He didn’t know enough about the device or other devices in general to spot anything suspicious but… Well, one couldn’t be too careless…

He wondered if he should use the journal to interact with other people. Saix probably told the rest of the Organization of their meeting so it was no real use in hiding… Maybe staying low? But that is pretty much the same thing as hiding. What were the purposes of these journals?

From the heavy winds he felt earlier, now there appeared to be a downpour. Ugh. Roxas fixed his hood to make sure it was still on and looked around. This area was familiar… The Wild Ginger! Where he met Demyx and Dib… That’s right… he still had Money Boy around. Abruptly, he made a sign to tell the other boy to head toward the Wild Ginger, and then made a run for the building.

This time around, he would get something to eat.

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Zidane was lucky he got to send a message over the journals before the downpour started. Roxas was lucky he had the jacket. Man... he was sure wishing he had it. At this point he probably looked like a drowned rat. ~~Drowned monkey~~. Damn.

But he did inform Axel that he could be just as stubborn as Roxas. So he kept up with the boy. Without trying to be too annoying.

He was about to suggest that they get out of this weather when he saw Roxas signal him and then run off. "Hey! Wait up! You can't get rid of me that easily!" Though if Roxas wanted to get rid of him, he wouldn't have made any signs. But Zidane followed after right when he saw the other boy twitch.

When he was through the door, he stared blankly at the scene in front of him. This was... definately different.

Huh.

Cool. Now he just ahd to dry off. And not lose track of Roxas.

It was somewhat strange that Roxas wore his Organization coat. Especially after everything that happened in Paixao, everything that he realized in Paixao... He scowled at how pathetic everything now seemed to sound in his mind.

And... Zidane wasn't all too bad, and the blonde had to give him some credit: after all, the Nobody's previous partner was much louder and inquired after too many things. Thinking back, Dib didn't know his place... People like him didn't have the right to anything but they had a lot more than what they had the right to...

That doesn't matter right now, he reminded himself. He briskly took off his hood, taking a good look around the perameter again. Just like before, without bothering to wait for someone to escort them to a table, Roxas walked over to a table, but this time, the closest one to the door.

The other boy would probably follow him not that it really mattered anymore: it was more troublesome to try to run away than to face the situation head on. Or just to say it more simple, the Thirteenth had no intention of running away from someone like this guy.

Quietly, Roxas glared at the other boy while flipping open his journal.

Zidane was still struggling a bit to intake everything about The Wild Ginger. He didn't think anything like this really existed in Paixao. He distantly remembered someone, he wasn't sure who anymore, mentioning the place to him but... at the time... what had he expected?

~~It was a really good thing Dagger wasn't here~~.

He resisted the overwhelming temptation to be a flirt - oh man all the options - and quickly seeked out where Roxas had gone off to. It wasn't too hard. The boy had a certain gloom around him that in such a lively environment was noticeable. Sheesh! That boy really needed to turn his frown upside down! ... Paixao seemed to produce such walking-cliches.

But there wasn't much Zidane could do to fix the boy without pissing him off and losing him before Axel got done with whatever-the-hell was more important than this.

Zidane took up a chair across from Roxas, taking off his boots and squeezing the water out of them before putting them back on and crossing them up on another chair. He too took out his journal, figuring maybe it was about time he updated the stupid thing.

Roxas' glare did little to effect Zidane. He focused heavily on the screen. He saw nothing of hot babes and gloomy kids. ~~Not at all~~. "These things are damn interesting," he said, just to add to his mental illusion that they were really really interesting.

Dammit. This was hurting his brain.

(( ~~Cracktastic~~. *cough* ))

At least the employers didn't wear strange bunny suits anymore. And all of them were blonde and blue eyed... Even if the natives here weren't exactly friendly, Roxas preferred that to the annoying girl that had been the waitress for him, Demyx, and Dib. It was because of their flat personalities that nothing was unexpected, strange, or even frustrating. Why didn't the World that Never Was have Nobodies that were more one-dimensional? He stared blankly at the screen before musing some more.

That was not to say that the blonde was unhappy. Maybe it was his misleading facial expressions? People did seem to often take him for being depressed, or at least inpartial to many things. The Nobody was impartial but... depressed? The situation was that serious was it? He was easily set off but it wasn't exactly like Roxas wanted to pick a fight with everyone who did so... If he wasn't a Nobody, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would be extremely happy.

Perhaps the Key of Destiny appeared to gloomy for his own good...
But that because he didn't have a heart wasn't it?
There was nothing to fake. No memories to base frauds on...
Ah well, for another time.

Roxas returned his attentions to the journal. Might as well make some more use out of it. Right now, Zidane was probably leaving Axel a message-- he doubted that the money boy was psychic anyway. So. Let's see what I can find.

If Zidane knew about Roxas' lack-of-a-heart, he could probably relate, if he really, really thought about it. Most of his race except Kuja and Mikoto were empty shells. The three of them were lucky that they got souls. But really, they were just manufactured like the rest of the genomes.

So he could relate, in a way. But since he didn't know, instead of thinking about it, he was up in a crowd flirting with a woman tending the bar. When he came back, he had two glasses of some drink in his hands, and two plates of food balanced on his arms, all that he managed to get for free. He slid the glass over to Roxas and put the plates on the table. "Hey, you can't pass up steak and potatoes! And... some kind of drink. I don't really know what it is, but how can you pass 'em up?"

He winked at the woman at the bar before sitting down, pausing, cursing, and then disappearing again until he was back with silverware. "Dig in!"

That's what he had always been told by the Superior. Everyone in the Organization was told that they had no heart and could not truly feel anything. Maybe it was a simplification of everything... The heart... it couldn't be as simple as he made it when the blonde Nobody first met him.

Roxas just watched Zidane blankly as the tailed boy flirted with a woman tending the bar. As he came with the food, the Thirteenth gave a smile, "Thanks for the food." Too much thinking wasn't too good for the mental capabilities of a fourteen-year old... Or, well, someone who looked fourteen?

Slowly, he reached for the spoons, waiting for Zidane to start eating.

((eeek x.x sorry... -.-; Oh, I think Larxene-mun will be joining us, if she still needs somewhere to get into.))

Zidane eyes were shining. They were full of life he probably shouldn't have ever had, but he had a certain jealous brother to thank for that. He then smirked and gave a cheer directed towards Roxas. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

Maybe there was some small chance for Zidane to bring a same spark to Roxas that he had been allowed to get. Give a bit of life in the seemingly unhappy boy. It's the least he could do! Except... it wasn't like Zidane had to do anything. His task was to find the boy for Axel, not go into an over-extravagant vault to make everyone he met happier.

But Zidane had a tendency to do that anyway.

He dug in. Fork and knife working quickly simutaneously before the shoveling-method began to overtake. He never quite developed decent manners, even when in the Alexandrian castle. Rusty had always smacked him over the head for it, wanting him to show respect. Well, ha! Zidane could should his respect in other ways. Like getting others food, as he had done.

Except he thought it tasted kind of funky. He blamed the city for that. At least it was food.

(( Yep, told our Larxene-mun that she could join ))

At the smirk and cheer, the blonde Nobody gave a weak smile and continued to eat. The food was different-- nothing like the foods that he and Axel used to eat together. Then again, he could never go back to those times. Roxas poked at the potato, breaking it apart into smaller parts, putting a piece into his mouth. It would probably taste better with some butter... he thought to himself.

Being with Zidane really wasn't too bad, but what Roxas needed the most right now was to sit down by himself and get some thoughts straight. A meeting with your Somebody wasn't something that happened to a Nobody like himself at any given time in this universe. It was fate. It had to be. Being with the Monkey Boy wasn't letting him go beyond the point he already was. Well, for now, the blonde did not have enough energy to stray away from the Wild Ginger.

It was strange that Axel had not went off to find the Thirteenth. When the boy left, he certainly made it seem like he would do such a thing. He doesn't have a heart-- there was no sincerity in the first place. The boy shook off the unsettling feeling and continue to poke at the potatoes.

He stared at Zidane for a bit. His manner of eating was... well, not decent.

It had been a long time in coming, really, and Larxene wasn't really all that eager to pass the chance. Axel had been... a little mistaken in disclosing his plan, and finding the traitor, and then telling, well, everyone in the Organization.

Axel was also mistaken in thinking that everyone else was blind to his favoritism. Larxene wouldn't have it, and she had to wonder about the intelligence of leaving Axel... completely in charge of such an... ardorous task.

Perhaps that wasn't the right word, but Larxene didn't particularly care. Her eyes wandered over the scenery once the portal had opened inside the building. This was sure to be tons more fun than playing with that stupid bag had been. Or... She hoped.

Something wicked this way comes? She was sure that was the saying as she called her kunai and threw them at the two compatriots.

"Roxas! I've missed you so much!"

Meeting your Somebody could probably be similar to meeting your brother that you didn't know you had. Except in Zidane's case, that had been a much worse situation, considering the fact that he had previously been fighting against his brother, only to find out that both him and Kuja were created to be Angels of Death... and that, well, they were created.

Garland sure knew how to ruin someone's day. He was lucky he even survived it.

Zidane had been in a heated discussion with this Mayor-of-Paixao or whatever. Actually, he really stopped paying attention to it and instead just staring at the message board. He had slowed his shoveling, now just eating with a fork and seeming unfocused.

He jumped, almost falling out of his chair when saw a kunai pelt into his food, scratching painfully against the plate. Another digging into the table. Another skimming his journal.

He lost count. He was on his feet, a bit shakily, the chair knocked over. His fork was still in hand, and, realizing it was probably useless, dropped it to the ground and immediately had a hand on one of his daggers.

Zidane looked to where the attack had come. A woman...? From Paixao, maybe? She had the stereotype... except so did he, and so did Roxas.

... Roxas! She had called out to the boy! And... they were in similar clothing.

He narrowed his eyes. Had Axel sent her? No... she wouldn't have attacked. He glared.

~~being attacked by such a love-ly looking woman~~

"Hey, what gives?" he snapped, a bit perturbed. He kept casting glances towards Roxas, a bit uneasily, and trying to see the boy's reactions to this new arrival. "You ruined my meal." He plucked the kunai from it and dropped it to the ground near where the fork lay. His stance was careful. His tail was raised - waiting - as if sensing...

Everyone at the Organization who wasn't living under a rock would understand that Axel and Roxas had hung out without each other a lot. Even Roxas would admit that much. But something that he didn't want to admit yet was that there was the possibility he and Axel had been friends... Two Nobodies--those that don't have emotions--might have been friends. Still, that was impossible. How could anyone be friends if they didn't feel anything sincere?

"Roxas! I've missed you so much!"
Oh please, after having been in the Organization, there was no way he'd believe that-- whether it was sarcastic or not, it was fake either way. And Axel would want to know just why Roxas didn't believe him right before leaving.

The blonde boy sat quietly and still. "Zidane, sit down. It's nothing to do with you," he said coolly. Unless Larxene already knows you talked to Axel anyway. So the Organization did have a bone to pick with him. There was no other reason for Saix and Larxene to greet him within such a short time apart. Not to mention that with them running around so much, the Superior was up to something...

"Stop messing around Larxene. What do you want?" Being hostile took a energy and Roxas wasn't really interested in spending that energy on a Nobody like the blonde that had just appeared.

Larxene giggled. "Not in the mood to play, Roxas?" she asked, stepping lightly on her feet as the patrons fled the small bar, or restaurant, or whatever it was. It was of no consequence to her, blue eyes pinned on the small boy in front of her.

She smiled and folded her arms, one hand moving to touch the side of her face. "You... Do realize, Roxas, that you're expendable. Right? Xemnas has no time for traitors and... Axel's gone pleasantly missing." She giggled again, and took a step closer. "And unlike him, I'm not going to pretend I have any favoritism towards you."

She had been ignoring Zidane the whole time, and she continued to do such as she circled the both of them, a kunai appearing in her hand as an added precaution (though she was confident she could easily destroy the two boys in front of her with little to no effort). She giggled again at the thought.

"So... What can I say to make you come back to us?" her eyelids lowered, as she continued to talk. "The Sora you met is no longer here, little one. Whatever you think you might have gained?" she made a slight motion with the hand on her chin. "Gone. And if you want to reign the one who just appeared in..." she giggled. "You might want to come with me."

Her eyes traveled across the Wild Ginger. "Besides, what are you gaining by being here, mm?"

(( Zidane is so doomed. ))

He shot a glare of annoyance towards Roxas. His hands were no longer paying attention to his daggers and instead were flatly pressed down to the tabletop, hard. "Nothing to do with me, huh? I'm here, aren't I? Well, that means I have something to do with it!" Stupid kid trying to do things himself. Zidane learned, the hard way, that doing things alone was horrible. He found things much more enjoyable with the aid of others. Even... the company.

Expendable... traitor...

... just what exactly was going on here? Much more than he originally could have imagined. And Axel... missing? That wasn't good. Axel was the whole reason he had went off to find Roxas. Was it for the same reason this woman was here?

Favoritism...

Not at all. Can't be the same... Zidane turned his gaze towards the woman. He didn't like her. Not at all. And... she was almost toying with them. Or Roxas, anyway. This could get messy if Roxas didn't agree to what she wanted. He didn't seem like much of a fighter... but looks can be deceiving...

Still. Zidane is who Zidane is. And he felt like he had to do something here...

He smirked and sauntered over to Larxene. "Now, now, now, this is no way to act, Ma'am. Come on, how about I buy you a drink, sugar plums? Eh? How's that sound?" He winked. Getting far too close. He was acting loosely around her. He was flirting with her. "We can sit down, chat a bit, get to know each other..." Get her away from Roxas. Give the other boy a chance to get out of here... Maybe... just maybe...

At the first question, Roxas chose to stay quiet-- it was probably a retorical question anyway.

"Just be quiet and sit down Zidane."

Larxene had such a way of doing things... it was with all Organization members, except maybe save Axel. Even her mere presence was becoming an annoyance. When the blonde boy was still accepted in the Organization, no one told him anything. Not even Axel. He lived in a world of ignorance to which he was told he was 'key'. Now, coming out of that world, the Thirteenth couldn't help but be angry for the situation having been that way.

"Traitor, huh." Funny. And they were the ones who told Roxas nothing, only sending him off to kill heartless... every single day. Leaving shouldn't have been a problem: there wasn't much he could leak out anyway. "How am I a traitor?" Of course, education guesses for why he was branded a traitor were at hand but the exact reason, he was never told.

Everything we're doing right now is a game of pretend.

At the other blonde's "attempt" to compromise his re-acceptance into the Organization, Roxas' blue eyes looked down at the floor. "What makes you think I believe I want to control Sora?" I can't control him no matter how much I tried-- even now he is the one controlling me.

Zidane had clearly not quieted down and now was moving on to flirt with Twelve. Without thinking of the possibility of running away, the cloaked boy closed his eyes, wishing for something.

Larxene glanced at Zidane, her eyes flashing. She twisted her hips, placing both hands behind her back complacently. She even smiled, almost shyly, for him. "And... what was it that you called me?" she asked lightly, a girlish giggle escaping her lips.

She took a step forward, placing her hand lightly on Zidane's shoulder, cozying up next to him, all nice and comfortable-like. "See, I would be careful, were I you. Roxas was right... This is none of your business, child."

As she finished her sentence, the room shook, and a bolt of lightning struck Zidane, knocking him a few feet away from Larxene. She laughed and turned to face Roxas, the facade dropping from her face. She didn't have time to waste with this.

"Roxas, we don't have time to waste with your precious, little games. Running away was fun for... awhile, I'm sure. But playtime for you is over." She stepped forward. "So, I'm gonna be nice. I'm gonna let you come back to us on your own terms-- or you're going to come back as a fried husk."

She giggled. "You'd better choose well, wouldn't you think, hmm?"

All the alarms went off a few moments too late. He supposed that slinking around boredly in Alexandria knocked his senses down a few knotches. He felt the hand on his shoulder -- child?! He was no child! -- and then felt something he certainly hadn't been expecting from her.

He always disliked Black Magic, unless it was Vivi casting it. And that was because Vivi was on his side, not Kuja's, or anyone else's. He felt static. Like the moment slowed. And then he was thrown back, crashing against a table that still had mugs on it. Hearing them shatter somewhere besides him.

Zidane lolled his head back. The only thing that went through his mind was a drawn out: Owww.... He tried to focus on the situation; tried to get his body moving again.

Zidane kept his promises. He told Axel he'd get Roxas for him. This ~~freak of nature~~ woman was making things difficult for him. "H-Hey...!" he stumbled up, just a bit, enough to fall forward again on hands and knees. His tail was motionless -- resting like it was dead. His hair had definately seen better days.

Oh god, how he needed to exercise more!

"You bitch... You can't take care of me that easily, you know!" he coughed. Ow. He wasn't letting her take Roxas. Not if he didn't want to go (and it didn't seem like he was happy about the idea). No one should do anything unwillingly -- Zidane hated that!

Zidane could be way too cocky in situations like these.

Roxas wasn't sure whether he wanted to rub his eyes because of the previous ‘subtitle’ warnings given to Zidane were unsuccessfully carried out, to smash his head against a nearby table, or sit there silently as if nothing happened. Maybe even a combination of the three-- if that was even possible. But as usual, the Thirteenth simply looked for a brief moment at the other boy, then turned his gaze to the attacker.

About to mumble something, the blonde boy opened his mouth, quickly deciding that that wasn't the best idea, he shut it. If Roxas did talk, it might have been another warning to Zidane... The Monkey Boy probably wouldn't listen anyway.

Maybe Axel was right... Having the Organization as your enemy kind of...

Although the attack wasn't very unexpected, it was surprising how Larxene continued to attempt to compromise his return to the Organization. The Thirteenth wasn't sure what to think. On one hand, he could return to the Organization and live his old lifestyle but yet, what if this was a lie? What if they were going to get rid of him no matter what he did?

"I think I'll--" As fast as his body enabled him, Roxas pulled out the Oblivion, swinging it against a table toward Larxene. Hoping that would serve as distraction for him to get outside, the boy ran to the exit...

The rain had almost stopped.

Larxene had one other advantage over the two boys. She was fast. She had dodged the Oblivion almost as soon as Roxas had tried to swing at her, with a graceful jump back. Her eyes narrowed, and she'd had enough of these games from Roxas. She glanced back at Zidane.

As she walked past Zidane, she used her foot to push him back into the space he had landed. She didn't look pleased with the situation, or at least, not with him. Mentally, she was giggling up a storm.

Her kunai appeared him her hand and she giggled, sparks of lightning flying off her as she followed Roxas outside. She wasn't playing with him, as Axel would have. The gloves were off, and Roxas may have been fast, but he wasn't as fast as her.

With a quiet zing, she threw one of her kunai, electric sparks flying off of it, aiming for the blond's leg. With another giggle, she closed her eyes, focusing. And, with a flash of lightning, there were two of her on the field.

If Roxas managed to dodge that kunai, there was more where that came from, and in double the force.

She couldn't help but giggle.

Zidane's eyes widened at the weapon now in Roxas' hand. He'd never seen anything like it. ~~He wanted one~~. And then he was over on his back again, cursing up a storm. Roxas had finally made a run for it at least. Maybe there was hope for him.

Except the woman was easily following. Zidane clenched his fists into the floor. I don't think so!! There was a pulsing of energy through him. He felt his body move on its own. Chasing after the battle that was moving outside. His foot splashed into a puddle and he felt static fade from his feet and across the water briefly.

It would've made him paranoid if he hadn't been so determined. Both daggers were out and at hand. He didn't know which Larxene was real. Two? Paranoia spiked.

He was going to wear himself out soon. And the rain surely wasn't going to help their situation if the woman wielded lightning. "Hey! Get the point!" he yelled.

Zidane didn't feel so good. He wasn't sure how he got over to them in one piece. Somehow, he had almost migrated in front of Roxas -- as if it would do much with two lightning bitches. Or whatever. "I'm not letting you take Roxas."

~~Maybe he had a deathwish.~~

Stay calm.

Moving just a slight bit to his right, Roxas was able to dodge Larxene's kunai. But just barely. Shit, if only he hadn't met Sora within the last couple of days... his limbs might not ache as much. The Thirteenth didn't notice it before but with the continuing strain that his body was putting him through...

That one kunia, both Nobody knew, was not the last one to be thrown. Stay calm. The keyblade was supposed to be some sort of special weapon. At the moment, the Key of Destiny didn't feel that was such the case.

Nonetheless, gritting his teeth, he made a run toward one of the women, drawing out the Oathkeeper. Putting the two keyblades he had out into the shape of an 'x', the blond boy ran straight toward Larxene, attempting to slash her with the blades. While Roxas did all of this, he realized how stupid this was.

I'm going to lose. ... If only he had a bit more energy... If he picked the wrong one, it was over. It was kind of funny actually...

"I'm not letting you take Roxas."
Hah... as if you could do something for me, in a situation like this...

The ironic part about both Larxene's, each was as tangible as the next. Unlike the replicas that Superior made, Larxene's were real, and could react in the face of... well, a keyblade. With a giggle, the Larxene jumped over Roxas, throwing another kunai at his back.

Meanwhile, the other stared down Zidane. As soon as her replica had thrown the kunai and landed, they merged again. Larxene ran at Zidane, so fast that she couldn't even be seen until it was too late.

Her kunai rested in his abdomen somewhere, and she twisted, waiting for him to fall. The blood didn't bother her, it only enthralled her senses. She looked down at him as he fell, giggling. "You should stay out of others' affairs, hmm?"

She glanced at Roxas, still smiling. Still charged and unfazed by their attack. She still had enough energy to do far more than the small feat she'd just accomplished.

It was probably a shame for Zidane that he really couldn't stay out of the business of others, especially in a situation such as this one. Sit down and keep quiet? There was no way he would have been able to do that! What? Was he supposed to type away at his journal and -- oh damn! He left that back at the table inside! --

Strangely enough that was the thought on his mind when the sharp pain burned through his stomach. His hands didn't remember they were holding anything and his daggers fell to the ground, sending ripples of water away from them.

Had he been thinking... anywhere in his mind... that they could win? He... couldn't remember. And he couldn't focus on trying to remember. He was focusing on the blur of colors before him; the rain churning them together. He squinked, as if it was suddenly too bright. "Guess we won' be drinkin' tonight, eh?" he barely voiced. Words blurred like his vision.

Stomach wounds were the worst, weren't they? He was cold and yet burning at the same time. He finally fell; the kunai tearing more flesh on its way out. Heh. He always had trouble getting into these messes, except normally he could come out doing a better job than this pathetic attempt. Roxas get away... get out of here... get away...

The puddles were cold. One of his arms was strung over his own dagger. He rolled his head to the side, seeing the water becoming red from his blood. Blankly he stared up at Larxene. Can't focus... couldn't focus... A conclusion ticked in his mind. Top of the list. Number one...

Roxas wasn't going to get away, was he?

Roxas wasn't even close to being one of the fastest in the Organization. Larxene and Axel have always been faster them him, but in turn, he had been stronger. While he saw the kunai coming, he wasn't able to fully dodge it. The kunai hit him on his back. Ahh.

It had been a long time since his body felt a blade inflict pain like that. Not to mention the kunai was now stuck in an area of his body that was difficult for him to reach... He'd have to deal with the pain for now. Compared to some of the pain Roxas felt before, this really wasn't a horrible injury. But what was troubling wasn't the pain that he was feeling now but the pain the young Nobody knew was--at this point--inevitable.

There was so much going on... It's so... fantasy like.
Haha and he told us that even this pain isn't real? Then, what is real for Nobodies?

What was he supposed to do? Unlike before, Roxas no longer had the drive to want to meet his Nobody. It was like long long ago when everyday was the same: nothing eventful occurred and everything was just there simply because it was. Giving up wasn't so much an option... Or was it? What was he even fighting for? His freedom? It was just all too confusing...

But this fight was making it worse.
So, the Thirteenth did an act which he would have never done until that moment--

"I give up Larxene. You win."
His two keyblades evaporated into a black mist and Roxas simply stood, looking at Larxene, then at Zidane.

Strange how he felt sorry. To Zidane anyway. He was tempted to apologize, quietly. After all, if the money boy had never found Roxas... Before going into another circle of thoughts, the Nobody closed up his thoughts. "It's the end." Everything that he had hoped to gain by running away... all gone.

Just like that.

Larxene giggled a final time, her kunai vanishing from her hands. She stepped over Zidane's body, folding her hands behind her back. Larxene had always been the fastest in the Organization, and even under normal circumstances, she was a force to be reckoned with. Thus, she wondered why Roxas would have chosen to run, knowing this, only to give up later.

Perhaps he was starting to think too much like Sora. A disgusting thing, that, but she said nothing on that subject. "That was the smartest thing you may have done all evening, Roxas. In fact..."

"The Superior is going to want to have a nice, long chat with you. You had best steel yourself for it, mm?"

She held out her hand, opening a portal for Roxas to go through, no matter how dejected he may have been. That, that would take him to the proper place, and she'd be free to... Collect up the little monkey that had gotten caught up in the fighting.

She watched, and once the portal closed behind Roxas, she stooped down to Zidane, another portal taking them to an entirely different location.

It had been a good night.

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