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moonsheenI went to get an lime-ice out of the freezer today, turned around, and found Jemma and my grandparent's dog Ace had been staring at me the whole time. Two sets of big. dark. wet. dog-eyes. Just watching with that head-tipped, vaguely worried, questioning face that they all do sometimes.
Well, that's it. I realized, clutching my frozen goodness. Those. Are the eyes of the WORLD watching me. Right there.
And then I took them out.
Anyway, vague spoilers for the beginning of KH2, heavy references to events in Chain of Memories. Set after "Seven Days" novel, in which Someone and Naminé picked up a certain hitchhiker...
“Oh, so you remodeled!” exclaimed the Nobody, not a minute after stepping into the new White Room. This one was shaped like a circle, and there were no pictures hanging on the walls. The essentials, however, were there: white walls, white chairs, white table, white witch—sitting and watching, as he made the rounds.
“Naminé.” He looked at her, eyes suddenly narrow slits. He turned along the table, running his hand over the corner much in the way Roxas had not a day ago—not that time could be told that way, when you waited in the wings of the story.
As the witch always did.
“You know,” Axel continued, rounding on her. “I always did admire your sense of décor. Those are a nice touch, this time.” He nodded to the table’s centerpiece. A small whicker bowl, with a collection of spiraled seashells. Leaning over her, his face twisted in a funny way. “Love what you’ve done with it. Very, very--”
Another hand came down on the back of her chair before Axel could lay his there.
“…cute,” finished the Nobody, eyes at the Unknown behind her chair, whose very presence stood as a warning.
“So,” said Axel, cocking his head blithely. “What can I--”
“You know why we’ve brought you here,” said the Unknown in a deep, reproving tone. He didn’t remove his hand.
“No. You see? I don’t. Why don’t you get to it? I’m just so bad with specifics…”
“What can you tell us about Organization XIII?” asked the Unknown, firmly.
“Everything.” Axel spread his arms.
“What…will you tell us, Axel?” asked Naminé, quickly.
“Depends. Don’t know if I’m feeling all that cooperative right now—“
“Then you wouldn’t be here,” reminded the Unknown, sharply. “Wasting our time.”
Axel gave him a long, evaluating stare. “No,” he said, voice suddenly low and toneless. “I imagine there’s nothing now you could’ve used to buy this off of me.”
“He means he’ll tell us,” translated the witch, when the Unknown began to tense in irritation. She laid her hand over his and whispered a name. It must’ve had some magic to it, because Axel couldn’t catch the syllables her mouth formed and her companion stilled instantly. “Right?”
“I…” for the first time the Nobody seemed to genuinely falter, his hand having come to rest on the table next to the shells—sea shells, she sells, by the sea…
Axel shook himself.
“…how about you…tell me why I’m going to do this. And maybe. Just maybe. I…”
“You don’t have anywhere to go back to.”
“Not news! Also, not it.”
“You’re already a traitor the Organization.”
“Oh, she bites! …that’s not it either.”
“Like Roxas.”
Axel looked up and said nothing. His body had ceased its constant sway. Without their fluidity, his arms looked stiff and spindly and uncomfortable—like a spider irreversibly caught in its own web.
The witch smiled tightly.
“You’ve come far, Axel, to be here. You’ve done a lot of things. A lot.” Her eyes were perfectly alert. “Me too. We’ve both done things, haven’t we? To get to where we are.”
“Your point?”
“It hasn’t all been very nice.”
“Your…point?”
“Larxene. Marluxia. Zexion.” She bit her lip. “…Vexen.”
He nearly grinned. “…ah. So the witch takes the fire to task!”
“You did all of that,” said Naminé, in a voice barely above a whisper, just between the two of them. “Why?”
“You don’t know?”
“I think I might. But I’d like to hear it from you.”
Axel drew himself up to his full height—which was startlingly tall, without all the crooks and knots in his contour. Still, his head lulled to one side, and his lip curled—showing the tip of one pointed fang. His eyes were too bright, too empty to be completely human. For all that some Nobodies could retain their original; shape—some things were just lost in the transition.
“Roxas,” he said, and the way it echoed walls, the syllables were reversed and the variable was dropped and it came back nearly a different name entirely. The Nobody gave a wan laugh. “Got it…memorized?
“You were worried. What they might have… that makes sense.” The witch nodded, satisfied with this. She reached for her sketchbook on the table.
“Thank you for that.” she said, sketching out a few light lines. Then, she met his eyes. “And. Thank you for….”
“You gave me a show,” said Axel, roughly.
He paused.
“…you did it right,” said Axel, wryly. His fingers hung in the air above his left brow. He tipped his non-existent hat. For a moment. Just a moment. Just a long one…
The Unknown cleared his throat.
“Right!” said Axel, flaring back like a candle staggered by a sudden breeze. “Welcome to Organization Politics 101…one.” His mouth quirked. “One. That’s about as a good a place as any to start…”
Well, that's it. I realized, clutching my frozen goodness. Those. Are the eyes of the WORLD watching me. Right there.
And then I took them out.
Anyway, vague spoilers for the beginning of KH2, heavy references to events in Chain of Memories. Set after "Seven Days" novel, in which Someone and Naminé picked up a certain hitchhiker...
“Oh, so you remodeled!” exclaimed the Nobody, not a minute after stepping into the new White Room. This one was shaped like a circle, and there were no pictures hanging on the walls. The essentials, however, were there: white walls, white chairs, white table, white witch—sitting and watching, as he made the rounds.
“Naminé.” He looked at her, eyes suddenly narrow slits. He turned along the table, running his hand over the corner much in the way Roxas had not a day ago—not that time could be told that way, when you waited in the wings of the story.
As the witch always did.
“You know,” Axel continued, rounding on her. “I always did admire your sense of décor. Those are a nice touch, this time.” He nodded to the table’s centerpiece. A small whicker bowl, with a collection of spiraled seashells. Leaning over her, his face twisted in a funny way. “Love what you’ve done with it. Very, very--”
Another hand came down on the back of her chair before Axel could lay his there.
“…cute,” finished the Nobody, eyes at the Unknown behind her chair, whose very presence stood as a warning.
“So,” said Axel, cocking his head blithely. “What can I--”
“You know why we’ve brought you here,” said the Unknown in a deep, reproving tone. He didn’t remove his hand.
“No. You see? I don’t. Why don’t you get to it? I’m just so bad with specifics…”
“What can you tell us about Organization XIII?” asked the Unknown, firmly.
“Everything.” Axel spread his arms.
“What…will you tell us, Axel?” asked Naminé, quickly.
“Depends. Don’t know if I’m feeling all that cooperative right now—“
“Then you wouldn’t be here,” reminded the Unknown, sharply. “Wasting our time.”
Axel gave him a long, evaluating stare. “No,” he said, voice suddenly low and toneless. “I imagine there’s nothing now you could’ve used to buy this off of me.”
“He means he’ll tell us,” translated the witch, when the Unknown began to tense in irritation. She laid her hand over his and whispered a name. It must’ve had some magic to it, because Axel couldn’t catch the syllables her mouth formed and her companion stilled instantly. “Right?”
“I…” for the first time the Nobody seemed to genuinely falter, his hand having come to rest on the table next to the shells—sea shells, she sells, by the sea…
Axel shook himself.
“…how about you…tell me why I’m going to do this. And maybe. Just maybe. I…”
“You don’t have anywhere to go back to.”
“Not news! Also, not it.”
“You’re already a traitor the Organization.”
“Oh, she bites! …that’s not it either.”
“Like Roxas.”
Axel looked up and said nothing. His body had ceased its constant sway. Without their fluidity, his arms looked stiff and spindly and uncomfortable—like a spider irreversibly caught in its own web.
The witch smiled tightly.
“You’ve come far, Axel, to be here. You’ve done a lot of things. A lot.” Her eyes were perfectly alert. “Me too. We’ve both done things, haven’t we? To get to where we are.”
“Your point?”
“It hasn’t all been very nice.”
“Your…point?”
“Larxene. Marluxia. Zexion.” She bit her lip. “…Vexen.”
He nearly grinned. “…ah. So the witch takes the fire to task!”
“You did all of that,” said Naminé, in a voice barely above a whisper, just between the two of them. “Why?”
“You don’t know?”
“I think I might. But I’d like to hear it from you.”
Axel drew himself up to his full height—which was startlingly tall, without all the crooks and knots in his contour. Still, his head lulled to one side, and his lip curled—showing the tip of one pointed fang. His eyes were too bright, too empty to be completely human. For all that some Nobodies could retain their original; shape—some things were just lost in the transition.
“Roxas,” he said, and the way it echoed walls, the syllables were reversed and the variable was dropped and it came back nearly a different name entirely. The Nobody gave a wan laugh. “Got it…memorized?
“You were worried. What they might have… that makes sense.” The witch nodded, satisfied with this. She reached for her sketchbook on the table.
“Thank you for that.” she said, sketching out a few light lines. Then, she met his eyes. “And. Thank you for….”
“You gave me a show,” said Axel, roughly.
He paused.
“…you did it right,” said Axel, wryly. His fingers hung in the air above his left brow. He tipped his non-existent hat. For a moment. Just a moment. Just a long one…
The Unknown cleared his throat.
“Right!” said Axel, flaring back like a candle staggered by a sudden breeze. “Welcome to Organization Politics 101…one.” His mouth quirked. “One. That’s about as a good a place as any to start…”
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Date: 2006-06-16 01:32 am (UTC)