*this is a portal*

[windup_boytoy]

*two replicas step out of the portal and into the white and chilly hallways of Castle Oblivion*

... this place never changes.

Comments

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*smiles a little*

Oh, did you know there's a garden here? There's a pink-haired guy that kinda wanders in and out sometimes. I just saw him this week, but I don't think he's seen me yet.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he frowns a whole lot as he thinks about that*

Yeah, it's on the upper levels of the Castle. That pink-haired guy is, well, he used to be a Nobody like Vexen. He's named Marluxia.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*wanders past with a bowl of ice cream, then stops and backs up, spoon hanging from his mouth in surprise*

Sora? What are you doing here so late?

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*blinks, forgetting that he shares a namesake*

Oh, well... is it really that late?

*looks in your bowl curiously* ... I didn't know we had peach flavor!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he tenses up all over, putting his arm protectively around the Sora replica*

Marluxia. What are you doing here?

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

I live here, remember? I don't always sleep in the garden, you know.

*tilts his head at Sora* It's not peach, it's paopu. Want a bite? *offers*

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*smiles a little*

... is that like that tree you're growing? I-I didn't sneak in or anything, I just wandered in one day.

*looks at the ice cream and sticks his finger in it, having a little taste*

ooooo....

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*quickly grabs your hand away from your mouth before you can taste, glaring daggers at Marluxia*

No, he doesn't! And what I meant was why aren't you at your house?! Sora said he'd tell you about it.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*blinks at you both*

Sora, you know what a paopu tree is. I gave you one, remember? And you're always allowed to visit my garden, as long as you watch out for where the vines grow thickest, in the back.

...I have a house?

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*blinks and looks at Ri for help, still pouting that he didn't get any ice cream, muuuu*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*glares at Marluxia some more after he gives Sora an apologetic look*

Open up your senses, Marluxia. This isn't the same Sora. He's like me.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*bends to look at Sora more closely lol you're still short*

So he is, isn't he? Amazing. *offers him the bowl with a half-smile at Ri*

The ice cream won't do anything to him. As a precaution I drained that particular aspect from the fruit when I opened the tub.

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*he makes puppy eyes at Ri, looking at the ice cream, because oh it looks so tasty and he didn't eat dinner*

Can I? Just a little lick?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*has a pleased look on his face as he watches his replica stomp into the lab*

Ah, there you are. I've been expecting you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he narrows his eyes in hatred, having to throttle down his immediate urge to attack Vexen*

Yeah, I figured that out after you sent him out to find me. WHat the hell do you think you're doing, making a replica of Sora?!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Is it not obvious? I wish to continue my work... to create new life and perfect the mysteries of the Heart. And creating a perfect replica of the Keyblade Master should provide me with an enourmous amount of data!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

He's not just data!

*he storms up to Vexen, getting in his personal space and the Darkness wafting off him in inky tendrils as he gets angrier*

We're not your puppets! Not your playthings! We have lives of our own and you shouldn't be allowed to use us for whatever you want!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*is not disturbed and just smiles in an oily way, the air getting colder*

Ah, yes, you seek to live your 'own life', do you not? Is it truly what you wish, or are you simply following the orders of those you have ingratiated yourself to now?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he clenches his jaw tightly, his hands fisted at his sides*

What the hell are you talking about? I already told you once that I'm not taking orders from them! They're my family now. They... they care about me and don't hurt me, which is more than you've ever done.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*that was just the opening he needed, and he exploits it for all it's worth*

Indeed? They have not hurt you, so you say. And yet, even I can tell that your Heart -- the Heart I made for you -- is constantly troubled. Is that not 'pain'? At least I have never lied to you about what I expect from you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he clutches his gloved hand over his chest, startled by that, and takes a step back*

It's... it's nothing! I'm just confused, that's all. Once I'm Real, things will be better and the hurting will go away. And they've never lied to me! They... they 'love' me.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

*he threads his voice with honey, knowing that he's got you doubting and confused, because he made you and he can break you too*

Of course, of course. How silly of me to forget. But you are not Real yet, are you? How can you believe their words of 'love' when you cannot feel it for yourself. Words are easy to say, are they not?

Did not the once Lord of this Castle tell you such pretty words before? And did not those words bring you the most pain and torment, despite my warnings to you not to heed them?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he shakes a little, pressing one hand against his temple as he's forced to remember the bits of his past he's tried so desperately to ignore and forget, his breath hitching in his throat as his heart pounds faster*

It's... it's not the same! Namine... Sora... Riku... they care about me. They want me to be happy, not make me their slave! They're not like Marluxia!

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

... and yet, you take their words as truth and believe everything they say. Any little thing you can do for them, you jump to act. You acted much the same way for Marluxia, at the beginning.

*he presses more, pushing the point*

They use you and you let them, because you do not know better. To serve has always been a part of your being. And so they thread their lies and pretty falsehoods around you, and have you believe their words as truth. Can they really care for you, as incomplete as you are?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he shakes more, having to close his eyes as the words echo in his head; these are the same things he's thought, late at night when no one is around him -- how can they 'love' him if he's not even Real? -- but he doesn't want to think about it because it hurts, and he wants to believe that he's needed and important and special*