*a certain replica is out and about*

[windup_boytoy]

*... mostly at the hardware store, picking up some more nails because he needs to patch a few more places on the roof of the abandoned house by the beach, and some white paint for the little picket fence around it*

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[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*was skulking about the town center and spots that familiar head of silver hair and heads directly towards it*

There you are, you disobedient thing. Do you know how much time I've wasted searching for you?

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VEXEN?!

*drops his bags in shock, the can of white paint breaking open and spilling over the sidewalk*

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*sneers a little bit and takes a step out of the way of that paint*

I see that you're as clumsy and disobedient as ever. Nevermind. I shall remedy those deficiencies in due course. Now come along, I've wasted far too much of my precious time in this backwards little world.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head, looking confused and in complete disbelief*

H-how... how are you here?! You're supposed to be dead!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Obviously not, as I stand before you now. I know that I didn't breed stupidity into you.

Do you really think that traitorous fool such as VIII could ever hope to defeat me?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is completely out of his element and feeling quite lost and alone and his head and heart are starting to hurt; but he manages to throw his shoulders back and stand up straighter*

But... no. No. I... I'm not going with you! I want to stay here.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*narrows his eyes, not used to having you defy him*

And since when did what you 'wanted' ever matter to me? I have left you without order and guidance for far too long, and now you think you are something more than what I made you.

Once I strip the data from you, I shall remake you and fix that flaw.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head violently, trying to back away*

NO! I won't let you! I'm not... I'm not your thing anymore! I'm me! I have a life and a family and I'm... I'm r-real!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*laughs, looking amused and intrigued and like he wants to dissect you in a heartbeat*

Oh ho! So perhaps I have surpassed my own genius in creating you instead. You've actually managed to convince others that you are real? What an interesting development. Have you successfully masqueraded as the Real Riku or is it through some other deception?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I... no. That's not it at all! I'm just... me.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

And that is what is interesting, because you do not exist.

*laughs nastily* What fools are these, to believe that you, a mere replica, could ever be real?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*just stays silent, his mind a mess of memories and responses but nothing is coming to the front -- all he can think about is that maybe he was fooling everyone? no... but everyone says he's real and he believes them... even if he can't 'love' them*

... t-they're... they're my precious people...

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

I see. *takes this into consideration and then shakes his head* So you've ingratiated yourself with a new group? How typical for one made to serve to immediately seek out new masters.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

T-that's not it. They're my family and they care about me. I'm not... they're not my masters...

*but he sounds very confused and unsure, because he'd do anything Namine said and believes whatever Sora tells him and does all the work for Riku... but that's not the same, is it?*

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*sneers at you*

Care about you the way XI and XII did? Then certainly, you are merely following your previous experiences. I knew that their influence would corrupt you. Who else would consider you of any true worth?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*cringes and clutches his shirt over his chest, shaking his head in denial, but he can't seem to say anything; just frozen in fear and confusion*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*comes out of nowhere to slam Vexen up against the brick wall of the building, his hands gripping Vexen's coat tightly, having followed his trail after he portaled*

What. Did. I. Just. Tell. You.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

R-Riku?!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*his shield materializes between himself and Riku, breaking the hold and allowing him the chance to portal out of Riku's reach*

I never said that I would not try to reclaim my possession! It belongs to me!