paixaorpg | Nowhere to be alone [complete]

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Nowhere to be alone [complete]

Characters: Saïx, and anyone else up late at night
Content: Saïx tries to find somewhere to be alone with his thoughts.
Setting: Near the Muspelheim gate
Time: Late night, some time after moonrise
Warnings: Saïx is less then pleased and the moon is up. You do the math.

The only problem with the city, in Saïx's mind, was that it was well and truly impossible to find somewhere where one could be alone - even here at the great gates, the steady flow of people never truly stopped, only slowing a little as the night settled in. But at least here he was ... less likely to be bothered, especially now that he had - at Xemnas's request - discarded the all-too-familiar black coat for a simple pair of grayish pants and a blue shirt. Clothes that made him look far too like a man he had once been for his own liking, a man he was not and could no longer be - he had, truth be told, preferred the coats, memorable as they were. A shame that something that had been intended for anonymity had turned into something the exact opposite.

He sighed, and began to pace slowly, back and forth, back and forth. How had it come to this? That they were forced into hiding, away from the sanctuary and unity they had once marked themselves with. Perhaps something would have to be done about that soon. But not until later. For now, he would content himself with pacing under the moonlight - trying to be alone in a city that never slept.

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(OOC: Hay, you don't mind a little invasion from a Pokémon and a Keyblade master, do ya? :P We wanted to contact you via IM, but we couldn't find it. ^^; )

[[ooc: Y HALO THAR! :D Sorry I took so long, I'm a little retarded. e__e]]

Roxas had continued to linger near the gates of Muspelheim with Mewtwo since the Pokémon arrived in Paixao. After a while, he stopped asking questions, and walked silently, hands in his pockets. He looked up at the streetlights, glowing but dim in comparison to the bright moon overhead.

He looked onward, back toward the gates, that huge, extravagant archway that seemed ancient and beautiful — he knew it couldn't have been that ancient, because this place had been created by them; but he knew it had been made to look that way. That didn't take away from anything, though, and maybe that made it better.

Out of the corner of his eye, beneath the bright of the moonlight, Roxas thought he could see a body, and it wasn't even all that far away. He let his gaze drop onto the figure, and it took him a few moments before he realized who it was that he was seeing: Saïx.

Well, that was one familiar face. But... his attire was a bit different. The boy hadn't sen any of the other members since he'd woken up in front of the gates at Muspelheim. So maybe it was a part of some new rule that he hadn't heard about (he hadn't really done anything as far as contacting any of the others, so that was probably the case).

He looked over at Mewtwo and gestured at the man clad in slacks and a shirt before he began to slowly approach Saïx.

The Pokémon, however, stayed behind, turning an almost bored-looking glance after the blonde. He'd ignored the fact that Roxas had followed him for no particular reason though he was human, and had easily come to think of the boy- Roxas' personality and naivety had helped in that instance- as one that wouldn't threaten him, or any other of his clones, if he ever found them.

The blue-haired man on the other hand... I sense something different about that one.

It was only by sheer luck that Saïx happened to spot Roxas on yet another repetition of the path marked out by his pacing - helped no doubt by the fact that he still wore the familiar cloak of the the Organization. Either he hadn't heard the latest from the Superior or had merely chosen to ignore it - he hoped it was the former.

However, the figure that followed Roxas was, to him, of more interest - perhaps due to the cloak or perhaps due to its manner of holding itself.

"Roxas," he acknowledged, with a slight nod as the other drew close, before turning to look at Mewtwo. "And you are?"

Mewtwo's glance focused on him for several long moments, stoic and seemingly angry, but the Pokémon said nothing, nor gave away anything besides his physical appearance, even though the others still didn't seem to mind it.

To Roxas, however, he did speak, in that lapse of outward silence. This human knows you. A statement, sure, but it was obvious, and though it was meant as a question, Mewtwo's tone made it otherwise.

Roxas nodded back when Saïx spoke to him, and then twisted his torso to look back over at Mewtwo as the blue-haired man turned his attention to him, asking his name.

Mewtwo didn't answer though, instead speaking to him, and Roxas nodded at the Pokémon's statement.

"Mewtwo, this is Saïx," Roxas said in a brief introduction, and also answering both of their questions. Yes, he knew the man; he was one of his elders.

"He's like me," he added as an afterthought, and let a hand rest on his hip. After all, it seemed Mewtwo didn't trust many people — no, humans — and really, hostility wasn't the boy's thing, as much as he loved fighting (strictly under orders or during training, of course).

'Like him.' A simple statement, and yet one that he would hardly have used in such company. But no matter - what was said was said and could hardly be unsaid.

"In that we are no longer what we once were, perhaps," he finally admitted. "Although I very much doubt there are many similarities beyond that."

Finally, Mewtwo did speak to both Saïx and Roxas, that hard glare still fixed on the blue-haired man. I can sense that much. Much more, actually; this human- or whatever he called himself- was very much not like Roxas, the Pokémon realized that very quickly, although he didn't quite know how.

Still, though, he kept his distance, noting that Roxas, while in closer proximity, had done so as well.

[ooc: Seven days without internet makes one weak. Lag is pretty lame too.]

Roxas simply nodded, a silent agreement with both Saïx and Mewtwo. He hadn't meant much more than what he'd said, and Saïx said it best, so Roxas didn't say much more than necessary. Besides, the boy knew little about each Organization member as an individual, except for perhaps some of the more obvious traits they carried, such as Larxene's constant PMS (yeah, he avoided her) and how Lexaeus wasn't stupid like many perceived him to be — after all, he was one of the founding members of Organization XIII.

And so yeah, that might have been the extent of how similar (or not) Saïx and Roxas were. Two non-persons who shared one main goal: to find their hearts, and to become complete. Of course, Roxas didn't mind taking a few detours along the way. Learning and seeing new things (although everything seemed new to Roxas), yeah, he wouldn't mind that.

His brain was much like that of an infant's, a sponge, always seeking knowledge, always making him question the things around him. Roxas wanted to know how things worked and why. He especially wondered what was so great about getting a heart. Perhaps it was because he couldn't remember what it was like to have one, and the other Nobody's could. That must've been why they wanted theirs back so badly.

It made Roxas want his back, too.

Although Mewtwo's comment about being able to sense their similarity was of mild interest, Saïx still was less than thrilled about having company - was it too much to ask for some time to be alone. But perhaps he could make the best of things.

"Quite an ability, to be able to sense when things are not."

And to sense when things are, Mewtwo replied, his psychic voice flat. What is your purpose here? The same as the boy's?

Roxas hadn't completely let on to what he wanted, but Mewtwo was smart, and could hear it in the way he spoke that he was looking for something. And if he and Saïx was the same, perhaps their goals were somewhat equal, as well.

Roxas knew what his purpose was, if only the gist of it. Fight and destroy heartless to help release the captive hearts, which would help in the completion of Kingdom Hearts. And then? Then, they would get their hearts back, and become complete. And although the boy didn't remember what it was like to be a Somebody, being told that he was 'incomplete' and was never meant to exist... it wasn't something that he liked being told (not that he could really like anything, as it were, but the way his stomach seemed to knot up told him otherwise).

Granted, the boy had mentioned nothing as far as Kingdom Hearts was concerned. Did it matter? He wasn't sure if the Pokémon would understand if he had mentioned it. Could Roxas really explain the purpose, and importance, of Kingdom Hearts? His knowledge was limited, and so no, he probably couldn't. He just knew one thing: Kingdom Hearts was his (as well as the other Nobodies') ticket to freedom, and completion.

That was all that mattered.

His gaze shifted from Mewtwo, to Saïx, and then back to Mewtwo again. The Pokémon seemed to be wary of the blue-haired man, and Roxas wondered if it was because of his past, and the sort of hostility he felt toward humans (yet he didn't seem to act this way when it had just been himself and Mewtwo). He didn't ask though, even if he wanted to know why, exactly, the Pokémon was glaring at Saïx.

Saïx's only answer was to level an expressionless gaze at Mewtwo - a look that belied his growing annoyance and anger. There were things that many had no need to know - and this on one of those.

"My purpose," he answered voice calm, if somewhat more clipped than before, "is none of your concern." Technically, Roxas's purpose wasn't his concern either, but he had little say over what the boy said or did.

Then neither is mine to you, the Pokémon replied, even though Saïx hadn't asked. He turned, the end of his tail curling slightly in thought, then paused and glanced over his shoulder.

He said nothing, though, to either of them, and turned once more to take his leave. If the blonde boy wanted to stay with the man, it was none of Mewtwo's worry. Better to keep encounters with humans at minimum until he could determine where his clones had gone, or whether he could return to them.

Everyone was always so secretive. It was kind of annoying, and always made Roxas want to ask more questions. Why, why, why. It was worse when no one would tell him what he wanted to hear, and so he'd take matters into his own hands. Follow, watch, learn. He was independent enough, didn't need his hand held, even if it was easier to have information spoon-fed to him. But people were so stubborn.

The sudden movement caught Roxas' attention and he turned his attention back to Mewtwo.

Was Mewtwo leaving? Roxas stared blankly as the Pokémon turned, and then began to walk away. He glanced back over to Saïx once more before stepping away from the other Nobody and then running off to follow Mewtwo.

Even now, the Pokémon fascinated Roxas, and he wanted to learn more about him. His thoughts, opinions, powers, whatever he could. Maybe it was because Mewtwo was something — someone — he'd never come across before that kept him interested, so much different than what he was used to.

Saïx merely watched as Roxas ran off after Mewtwo - if he wished to go, he certainly wouldn't stop him. Not today, at least, although he hoped the boy would have enough sense to not mention too much of the Organizations goals to the other.

But for now, he'd stay right where they'd left him, for at least now he could once again return to his thoughts.

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