*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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[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!

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*pulls out Way to the Dawn and portals right up in your face, pressing the tip to your throat*

My boyfriend is not your possession!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*ice shields just in time to keep from getting cut, then shoves you back with his shield and floats far back again, staying at the ready*

... boyfriend? *makes a face, then glares at the replica* You are more worthless than I thought! Whoring yourself for the upstart Lord of Castle Oblivion was bad enough, but now you seek such things from keybladers!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*makes a choked noise, sounding like a wounded animal, and putting his back against the wall behind him and cringing down, biting down hard on his bottom lip as more memories come up to assault him*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*oh no he didn't*

GET BACK HERE!

*slashes at Vexen, trying to hit him past that damn huge shield, then shoots Dark Firaga at him*

He's- not- a- whore!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*hisses when that Dark Firaga hits, but then he's spinning his shield, using it to cover himself as ice shards shoot out to attack you and force you back*

It was Marluxia who turned it into such a thing! And now it is corrupted and I will erase that taint.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*dodges the shards and then is charging back at you, seeing red at your words and hacking at you furiously, this time trying to break that shield of yours*

I'll erase YOU!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

IT IS WORTHLESS. WHY DO YOU FIGHT FOR IT.

*his shield takes the hits and he grunts from your blows, but it soon explodes into shards of ice and he uses the opportunity to blast you with ice that freezes your legs to the ground and portals away, knowing he can't fight you without his shield*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*screams in anger and pain as his legs are frozen, killing his momentum*

BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks up at you from where he's cowering near the wall, startled that you'd yell something like that outloud*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*hi, he's just trying to hack the ice away from his legs before his toes catch hypothermia*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*quietly comes towards you, his head hanging so his hair covers his eyes, and puts his hand on your arm to stop the hacking and focuses a Dark Firaga at that ice instead, melting the ice all away without hurting you*