Nobody or Somebody? |open|

[Viz-chan]

Quiet clatter drifted through the coffee scented air, twisting around the chatting inhabitants of the small shop. Tables lining the lengthened walls were filled with friends and companions, smiles filling their emotional lives. Each action was studied carefully from beyond slate bangs, each expression taken into a cluttered mind. Always he would sit in the back of the shop, though it never bothered him, as it would have to others. At times he would observe coming and going groups, other times he could be found reading something from his vast collection of texts. Multiple activities were taken by the male in his lengthened visits of the corner shop he grew to enjoy greatly. Well, seeing as he was a Nobody, saying he enjoyed something would be going against the "laws" of a Nobody.

Even when they had the gift of feeling said emotions, some felt it would be better to disregard them; this always made him ponder on the answer to why humans would do such a thing. It was a blessing to be able to feel, was it not? Having a heart was always the dream of a Nobody whom had lost theirs to the darkness, so why would those who still had theirs want to rid themselves of the organ? Steel hues dropped down to watch rising steam diminish easily into the air, past events suddenly flashing through his mind. He was not supposed to be allowed to live a normal life, so what would his current actions be called, if not breaking those "rules"?

The thoughts were instantly snapped to the back of his mind as a rang out. Slowly allowing his gaze to drift upward, a slight nod of his head signified his answer to the question. Steaming liquid filled the half empty drinking glass swiftly before the woman spun around, making her way to the rest of the tables. Curling his fingers around the thin handle of the cup, Zexion raised the chocolate brown coffee to his lips, hesitating before slowly engulfing a gentle swig. Too much would burn his tongue and overflow through his mouth, but too little would give him no taste and nothing to "enjoy". Enjoyment ... what was it truly like to experience joy? Or any feelings, for that matter. Only faint memories that barely served him any good were found in his mind, questions always rising every second of the day to accompany the "memories". Were they truly memories? Or simply fragments of his imagination and desire? No, he couldn't feel desire, so it would be his imagination. If Nobodies were allowed to have imaginations, that is.

Minutes rolled by before the drinking utensil was once again empty, sitting silently on the wooden table beside a familiar book. With a gentle sigh to himself, Zexion easily lifted the thick volume from its resting position, sliding out of his chair to stand at his full height. In a small amount of time he made his way around the multiple tables, stepping into the clear sun shining over the calm town. The sun would be setting soon, he determined with a quick glance, his thoughts based upon the diminishing view of light and odd colors beginning to stretch across the horizon. Zexion tucked the book under his arm as his hands buried themselves in simple jeans' pockets. The black leather cloak was long hidden in his apartment, abandoned until needed in his life. Instead he wore casual clothing, a black turtleneck holding no sleeves slightly covering the low tops of fading blue jeans. Bagging out at the end, the pants slightly covered comfortable tennis shoes, but still allowed their clashing colors to show through. Turning his body to the side, the Nobody slowly began climbing the hill of the Town, of course heading to the top where the Train Station resided. Why not enjoy the sunset from a better view at the Sunset Hill? The train was obviously needed to reach Sunset Terrance, though it would not take long, if he remembered correctly. And his memory was something he was proud of, hardly ever failing him with large or small amounts of information.

[Marluxia]

Marluxia once more stepped through the portal. The darkness overwhelmed him. Where, he pondered, would he arrive next? It was unknown, even to him, where the portal he opened at random would lead him. Left to "Chance" as Luxord may have said. The portal opened up to something. Marluxia stepped through. A warmth prevailed him and a blinding light forced him to place a hand over where the source seemed to be. He waited for his eyes to adjust.


The long Chooo! of a train rang through the air. Marluxia winced. The noise was obstreperous and alarming; a sudden intrusion to a time of quiet. The sun was hanging low and far in the sky. Farther than the cluttered arrangement of various buildings that sat far below the Clock tower. Farther even than the grassy green hills that could be seen fading into the orange-yellow sky. Possibly into oblivion. It was 'calming' up here to Marluxia. Memories of early missions taken here swept through his mind. Twilight Town. A place he ventured to often upon his entering the organization. He turned from the place he was currently at: the far right edge of the station, next to the railing that followed a drop off and a scenic overlook of the town. The plaza was empty except for him and a couple that walked hand in hand with one another down the station steps.

He pondered as to why they walked so close to one another, hands interlocking. Smiling. Giggling. Marluxia wondered if he had ever done that. It was not in his memories; at least not the ones that he was able to access. A breeze started up; rustling his cloak. He wondered what emotions he would be feeling if he were human again.


(Not as good as yours. But... I'm no writer. >.< )

[Viz-chan]

The clatter of the train rolling into the station was drowned out by the long whistle. Frowning to himself, the male’s mind began to work, calculating the possible time it would be before the train once more made it’s rounds. With the minutes in mind, he [unconciously] found the time it would take to reach the plaza before the train station with his current walking pace. As soon as he realized what he had done, he paused in his spot on the steep hill, silently chuckling to himself. How odd the mind was, he mentally mused, to act upon habits so quickly without the consent of the body.

Shaking off the thought, Zexion began the steady walking pace he held seconds before, climbing the hill carefully and avoiding the slow crowds moving about him. Upon reaching the plaza he was headed toward, he paused, eyes scanning the open area. The first thing he noticed was the entwined hands and giddy smiles, the pair moving past him slowly. The sight made him frown, a certain tug at the nonexistent heart rising. He had come to realize the emotion over his month of living ‘normally’ and he always pondered over the thing called ‘love’. But those thoughts ended badly most of the time and only led to more questions, making it a continuous cycle he did not want to go through for too long.

The second thing he noticed while looking over the area before the train station was a familiar figure. With slightly wider eyes, the teal hues traced over the male, taking in the appearance he had once held a great distaste for (or at least, that’s what some would have thought within the Organization; truth was they all couldn’t feel anything, it was all fake…). It seemed some of that negativity was still present, a frown beginning to trace his lips. Pink hair, black cloak, it was all the same as it was before their supposed death.

“Marluxia,” Zexion spoke cautiously but he didn’t move from his spot at the edge of the plaza and the beginning of one of the slopes leading down to the regular areas of Twilight Town. “So you survived as well?”