Okies... let me explain this before you start reading. xD; This is so very experimental. I have writer's block... but this plot bunny has been running around, SCREAMING at me to write about it. So, I did... but not in a normal boring way.
I got bored with writing in a standard format? <3 So, let's try this!
Also, if you read my KH fanfic, this actually has NOTHING to do with Pieces of Heart. Rena and Aoi are both in it... but this is based more on what happens in my roleplay, Traces of Aftermath. Or what I want to happen to Rena and Aoi. xD; I dunno if it'll happen, so I'm writing it here!
Let me know if the style is too weird... I might not do more of this, but if it's good, I might! xD;
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click... click...
Each footstep felt heavy. Slow... and steady...
The girl tempted to be hasty and follow the group before her, but why? Why keep close to your friends?
When you're curious...
click... click... click...
When you're curious...
Her deep blue orbs slipped past the walls...
"Hm."
Those eyes darted down. Staring at her chest... at her hand over her heart.
It was as if it had crawled there on its own; subconsciously, she presumed. A firm frown pressed into her features. Her nails tempted to dig into her chest...
to keep her heart safe...
To keep it safe from that pang. That feeling...
something familiar here...
Her footsteps...
Her eyes...
Home... is a funny word. She never learned its meaning... but she knew it.
it was there. in her chest. she knew what home was.
She scoffed.
No. It wasn't home. It was just a word... not a place, a thing. not a feeling... or thought...
This girl only wandered.
Lying there in the street...
This town is a fake. A lie.
a fake?
...fake?
"Of course you did."
A... voice?
She was cautious... turning slowly...
"...or else you wouldn't remember that little chat."
"Ah..."
A step back.
Her sapphire orbs bore into his emerald pupils.
"What'd you want?"
what a malicious smirk.
"Reminiscing?"
A blank stare from the brunette.
"...huh?"
A tap on his temple with his finger.
"Means thinking about the past."
"Oh..."
The brunette glanced away from the man.
Clammy fists inching to fumble with the hem of her t-shirt.
Those blue eyes forced back into the man.
"Hm..."
"Trust me, I know."
She looked back up at him...
"I heard it."
"...you did?"
"Of course."
"I can hear things."
"Thoughts."
"Correct-o~"
"Every word."
"How?"
"I just can."
"Then what did I remember?!"
A snarl slid through her teeth.
Breath hissed out of her nostrils.
"away."
click . . .
Her eyes locked on the floor.
Sapphire pupils. he felt them staring into his back.
Her brow... furrowed.
"Don't you want a place to call home?"
To no longer wander.
to never . . .
There was no longer a hand before her...
A chuckle.
Fingertips in her skull.
static.
static.
good job for a first try.
exactly what a--
correct.
action ;
are controlled
burning.
screeching.
scratching.
fighting.
attacking.
stabbing.
"Too late."
i will always be . . .
be . . .
"But for now..."
you won't control anything.
Metal . . .
rising up . . .
skull.
metallic thread
sewing her mouth shut.
metal sinking
into the centre of her chest
And a metallic blindfold
that failed to hide
her half-opened
Orbs scanning over the girl . . .
What a malicious smirk.
eclipsing his features
as he leaned towards her ear.
I got bored with writing in a standard format? <3 So, let's try this!
Also, if you read my KH fanfic, this actually has NOTHING to do with Pieces of Heart. Rena and Aoi are both in it... but this is based more on what happens in my roleplay, Traces of Aftermath. Or what I want to happen to Rena and Aoi. xD; I dunno if it'll happen, so I'm writing it here!
Let me know if the style is too weird... I might not do more of this, but if it's good, I might! xD;
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click... click...
Each footstep felt heavy. Slow... and steady...
The girl tempted to be hasty and follow the group before her, but why? Why keep close to your friends?
When you're curious...
they don't matter...
click... click... click...
When you're curious...
they walk away...
fading out of sight...
Her deep blue orbs slipped past the walls...
"Hm."
Those eyes darted down. Staring at her chest... at her hand over her heart.
It was as if it had crawled there on its own; subconsciously, she presumed. A firm frown pressed into her features. Her nails tempted to dig into her chest...
to keep her heart safe...
To keep it safe from that pang. That feeling...
something familiar here...
but what?
Her footsteps...
halting.
Her eyes...
darting.
"..."
Home... is a funny word. She never learned its meaning... but she knew it.
it was there. in her chest. she knew what home was.
Are you home?
She scoffed.
No. It wasn't home. It was just a word... not a place, a thing. not a feeling... or thought...
This girl only wandered.
Scum.
That's what they said.
Refugees are nothing more than scum.
That's what they said.
Refugees are nothing more than scum.
Lying there in the street...
with nowhere to go...
Until he opened her eyes.
This town is a fake. A lie.
a fake?
Of course.
This world never treated refugees badly... yet there was no one here in the first place.
...fake?
Didn't you hear me the first time?
mhm...
"Of course you did."
A... voice?
She was cautious... turning slowly...
"...or else you wouldn't remember that little chat."
i know that voice...
"Ah..."
it's his voice...
A step back.
"Aoi."
Her sapphire orbs bore into his emerald pupils.
her fists grew tighter.
knuckles turning white.
i'm not scared of you.
"What'd you want?"
what a malicious smirk.
his thin lips spread apart.
with a malicious grin.
standing tall.
towering over the girl.i'm never scared of you...
"Reminiscing?"
A blank stare from the brunette.
"...huh?"
A tap on his temple with his finger.
"Means thinking about the past."
"Oh..."
The brunette glanced away from the man.
looking so short in comparison.
and silly with her blue-hued clothes and big shoes.
Clammy fists inching to fumble with the hem of her t-shirt.
"Hm."
Those blue eyes forced back into the man.
him with that stupid cloak... and clunky boots...
emotastic blonde locks with a messy bald spot.
"Hm..."
eyes looking back to the side.
"I'm not thinking 'bout nothin' like that..."little liar.
"Trust me, I know."
She looked back up at him...
that wicked grin growing wider.
"I heard it."
"...you did?"
"Of course."
a chuckle.
"I can hear things."
"like what?"
"Thoughts."
"can you...
read minds?"
"Correct-o~"
She jerked back.
searching for a sharp intake of breath.
but her eyes never turned away from him.
"You heard..."
searching for a sharp intake of breath.
but her eyes never turned away from him.
"You heard..."
"Every word."
Tension.
She hissed
dug her shoes into the floor.
She hissed
dug her shoes into the floor.
"How?"
"I just can."
"Then what did I remember?!"
"The poor little brat wants a place to call home."
A snarl slid through her teeth.
"Lia--"
"They called you scum."
"They called you scum."
Breath hissed out of her nostrils.
"No, they didn--"
"Just because you were a refugee."
"Just because you were a refugee."
"Poor thing..."
"Living in the streets.""all..."
"...alone."
in those cold ...
bitter ...
streets ...
where you'd freeze.
where you'd starve.
wishing...
it would
go . . .
"away."
"..."
No answer
ever
escaped from her.
No answer
ever
escaped from her.
click . . .
. . . click
Her eyes locked on the floor.
as he stepped past.
"Oops."
did i hit a nerve?
"...no."
did i hit a nerve?
"...no."
Sapphire pupils. he felt them staring into his back.
"...of course I did."
Those wicked green orbs stared into those blue pupils.
"Thoughts can't lie."
Those wicked green orbs stared into those blue pupils.
"Thoughts can't lie."
Her brow... furrowed.
maybe he did.
being a refugee...
was . . .
terrible.
being a refugee...
was . . .
terrible.
"Was it really that bad?"
click . . .
. . . click
. . . click
"Don't you want a place to call home?"
" . . . "
her gaze jerked away.
A hand.
"ah..."
"ah..."
To no longer wander.
to never be cold...
to never face rain with nowhere to go...
to never starve.
to never sleep in the street.
to never be called scum.
to never . . .
be . . .
"alone."
"I know can show you where home is..."
i just need a yes.
click . . . . .
. . . . . click
i just need a yes.
click . . . . .
. . . . . click
There was no longer a hand before her...
there was only him behind her...
"Well?"
mhm...
Home...sounds...
good.
"Yeah."
i want to find home.
i want to find home.
A chuckle.
"Good."
SNAP
what--
"NNGH!"
what--
"NNGH!"
Fingertips in her skull.
digging deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper!
"AH!"
static.
static.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
static.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
good job for a first try.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
you follow orders.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
exactly what a--
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
should do.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
A . . .
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
プペット?
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
A . . .
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
プペット?
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
correct.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
every emotion ;
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
action ;
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
thought ;
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
are controlled
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
by me.
SZHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
"Nngh!"
"Nngh!"
burning.
screeching.
scratching.
fighting.
attacking.
stabbing.
as he dug through her thoughts.
No!
"AHH!"
You can't--
"Le-- mme--"
I won't let you!
"AHH!"
You can't--
"Le-- mme--"
I won't let you!
"Too late."
"the parasite's hacked its way in..."
you won't ever escape from me again.
i will always be . . .
right . . .
be . . .
hind . . .
you.
"But for now..."
you won't control anything.
you're mine . . .
"kiddo."
"N-no..."
shing
"A h h . . . "
"N-no..."
shing
"A h h . . . "
Metal . . .
escaped from his finger tips.
rising up . . .
fading down . . .
eclipsing . . . and covering . . .
the shuddering girl's . . .
skull.
shing . . .
metal crawling over
those spikes and bangs
those spikes and bangs
metallic thread
sewing her mouth shut.
metallic sliding down
shrinking
covering her neck
her torso
her arms
her hands
shrinking
covering her neck
her torso
her arms
her hands
metal sinking
into the centre of her chest
a black hollow hole over that
heart.
metal covering
the flash of light and dark
that brought her keyblade
the faithful weapon melting to her hand.
never to leave her side.
the flash of light and dark
that brought her keyblade
the faithful weapon melting to her hand.
never to leave her side.
And a metallic blindfold
that failed to hide
her half-opened
emerald orb.
srish
the rustle of pleather.
his hand had fallen to his side.
the rustle of pleather.
his hand had fallen to his side.
Orbs scanning over the girl . . .
An archer.
a human archer nobody . . .
a
pathetic
little
puppet.
a human archer nobody . . .
a
pathetic
little
puppet.
What a malicious smirk.
eclipsing his features
as he leaned towards her ear.
"You're mine now, kiddo ..."