REAL OR NOT ?

          confusion,   before   understanding   melts   in   the   boy’s   gaze   as   he   glances   back   at   the   other.   he   had   his   keyblade   out,   staring   at   the   weapon   in   question   long   and   hard.  

          perhaps   his   scrutiny   had   gathered   the   concern   of   aqua   ?   he   hadn’t   meant   to   do   so.   he   sweeps   his   shoulders   upward   in   a   half   shrug   as   he   dissipates   the   weapon.   he   can’t   help,   but   watch   the   gentle   sparks   of   its   remaining   energy   fall   to   the   ground   --   absorbed   by   it.  

          ❝    doesn’t   mean   that   sitting   here,   just   working   nonstop   is   going   to   help   anything.   ❞

          he   moves   slightly   to   settle   by   the   other’s   side,   a   frown   adorning   his   features   as   he   almost   immediately   takes   the   paper   from   the   other’s   vision   and   holds   it   behind   himself.  

          if   ienzo   believes   that   he   can   fight   a   keyblade   wielder   and   win   his   paper   back,   then   by   all   means   he’s   welcome   to   the   challenge.  

          he   leans   back,   ignoring   the   sharp   sticking   pain   of   the   wrapping   at   his   abdomen,   hands   moving   to   settle   themselves   behind   his   head.   the   pain   ached,   but   once   settled   --   it   would   ease   a   bit,   allowing   him   confidence   to   speak.  

          ❝    that   neo   shadow   was   sneaking   up   on   you   riku,   what   was   i   supposed   to   do   ?   ❞

          his   bad   habit   was   brought   up   again.   sora’s   willingness   to   jump   in   front   of   the   metaphoric   bullet   for   anyone   he   cared   about.   scratches   and   vague   scars   lingering   just   beyond   sight   were   heavy   evidence   of   this   as   he   watches   the   silverette   with   a   questioning   glance.  

    Lea shook his head with a sigh. He wouldn’t be so forgiving were the roles to be switched, but Ienzo wasn’t Lea so who was he to say? It wasn’t like Lea and Ienzo ever really talked anyways. They never had much in common other than being somewhat young when they joined the Organization, practically raised by it. Though Ienzo still had some of his teen years left to be free. That was something that Lea wished he could take back.

    Sora’s comment that the way he felt meant he cared made him think. It did, didn’t it? Sora could see that at least. He had a knack for seeing such things in people. 

    “I guess I’ll have to stop by and say hello after all this is over. I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk with everything else going on.” His voice sounded like his old self again for but a moment. Though it quickly changed back to its saddened tune at the mention of “ friends ”.

    Lea began to think aloud, figuring it was something that Sora would need to hear- though maybe not what he needed. “Yeah… friends… I’m still missing a few of mine.”

          sora’s   fingers   gently   brush   at   the   necklace   again,   fingers   allowing   the   crown   to   bump   back   and   forth   with   whimsy.   the   light   of   the   dying   day   bounced   off   of   it,   allowing   the   warm   glows   to   travel   back   and   forth   on   a   nearby   wall   as   if   it   was   dancing   flame.  

          how   ironic,   it   was.  

          he   feels   the   other’s   gaze   on   him,   and   he   glances   back.   realizing   that   the   other   had   decided   to   close   the   distance   between   himself   and   ienzo   he   smiles.   regret   wasn’t   something   that   sora   liked   other’s   to   live   in.   why   fester,   when   you   can   move   forward   and   smile   more   ?  

          then   the   sudden   spoken   word   halts   his   smile,   it   frowns   and   his   own   form   of   guilt   worms   across   his   features.  

          his   chest   is   warm   and   his   fingers   gently   settle   there.   sora’s   gaze   flickers   away   from   lea’s,   almost   sheepish   and   uncomfortable   as   his   knees   are   brought   up.  

          his   adventure   through   dreams   once   again   were   arisn   in   memory,   and   he   remembers   that   curious   figure.   without   realizing   it,   he   mumbles   it   under   his   breath   ...   as   if   turning   around   the   nauseating   idea.  

          ❝  made   your   heart   a   prison   ...   even   though   you   are   not   the   prisoner.    ❞

          the   nauseous   and   tense   feeling   seems   to   increase   in   his   chest   and   the   bright   blue   gaze   is   focused   downward.   his   heart   was   a   prison   ?   it   made   sense,   now   that   he   knew   that   roxas   was   still   there.   still   in   his   heart   without   a   way   of   getting   out.