I am Not Myself You See (Open)

Daichi

After dining in the First District, which was really lounging about and observing the inhabitants to pick a new host, Daichi left disappointed, while knowing deep down he wouldn't find anything worth finding in a local pub. There was nothing but gossips and drunks, which weren't favorable company of an irate anti-social. His inner aggression was forced out on the district's door with a harsh push causing it to boom against the bricked walls.

Looking towards his right, he was able to witnessed a hunt. Personally it was rather pathetic for one to catch themselves in a corner with weak heartless and pesky nobodies. The replica had concluded that he was just going to walk the opposite direction; one shouldn't roam if she wasn't going to fend for herself, but his eyes rolled in annoyance seeing the damsel in distress. It beckoned a memory of a docile blonde who was pushed around by dominating manipulator.

A blur of purple illuminated behind Maggie as the bright chakra slashed the shadows in the mid section. Increasing his pace, he pushed her to the side lacking skill and definition of gentle. His hand raised to grab the purple luminous chakra again, which brightened his cold gaze and white frost hair in a purple tint. Swiftly his arm let it free aiming towards the dancers' necks. Hearing the sounds of slices, he inhaled peacefully.

Daichi spared a moment to look over the maiden; his azure eyes ran up and down her frame, expressionless. His long white hair rustled with a cool breeze standing out from his dark color coded attire. The purple light vanished with a surging cackle.

Ellie: >> << *eats charrie* >> num

Looking at the archerer, he wondered if she was worth absorbing into his being to be one with him. With a calculating gaze, he weighed the odds; there should be a benefit for his assistance, but was she worth the price? He snorted already making his decision; Heartless and Nobody food wasn't worth his appetite. Daichi hummed to himself accepting his conclusion, but with a foot stepping forward, he tensed up at the forsaken damned name.

Normally, he's quite cool and hardly reacts to the world around him, but the blasphemy had stimulated and fired his veins making his blood boil. Darkness wavered from his hands as he wipped around with an unpleased glare on his face. Dark Fires burned brightly, "That is not my na-"

His tone was rising to a shout before hitching in his throat. Her face...her eyes...her yellow hair familiar, yet distant, but familiar. Daichi can connect her face with the ghost in his memories to the point he believed it was only a dream standing before him. He found himself relaxing, while not comprehending why, which startled him the most. The flames in his hand died down as he simply...stared at her.

"Y-you know me," it was the first in a long time that he felt disblief that was truly his own. Like a shotgun, his mind started to move rapidily and turning like a mad clock. How would he know that she knew him for him rather than knowing him as Riku? Also was she from Riku's memories or his own? Still he had seen her multiple times in his head, which concluded one thing, "Y-you...are real."

His fingers twitched to touch her whether it was to touch her cheek or poke her frame to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. He frowned when she looked down away from him, but he wanted to see more of her face to remember it entirely. The replica took a step forward lifting up her chin only to be more confused by his actions and what she said, "What are you talking about?"

The words flowed out of his mouth quicker than he thought them as they came out blunt. He began to think again and withdrew his hand away; his fingers curled up tightly in a fist, while stepping away from her. He had no recollection how what was spewing from her mouth. Also the fascination of seeing this reality had faded. She must be referring to Riku. "If you're looking for Riku, you got the wrong guy."

He forced himself to rip away from her despite the inner polarity to hug her. She was seeking out Riku; she didn't know him at all. All of the anxiety was for nothing; the feelings that was his were just a sham towards something that wasn't for him. With those thoughts hardening his heart, he began to walk past her.

Each step was at first easier to take, but the more she talked to slower his stride became as if there was a string tugging him back. His muscles tensed as he strained against himself; she did knew him atleast enough for him to ponder on the oppurtunity. He mentally yelled at himself to go on, but to hear that she was 'worried' about him made him stagger. Daichi groaned in dismay once hearing her plea and her sprint to catch up with him; he stopped moving with his back still at her.

She asked him questions that he didn't really didn't have complete answers about. His memories only contained so much with a lot of glitches in between, but at the moment, he was focused on answering her or recollecting the past. Now he was staring down at the single fact that proved to be shinning; she knew him for him...not Riku.

She wants to be friends...with me...again, the thoughts rang through his head and looked back at her. So she truly was something to him. Sighing he turned around to face her, "So you really do know me...for me."

Slightly embarrassed by the situation, he combed his fingers through is long white hair, "I don't remember much...in that forsaken castle; enough things are unclear, but I do remember you...vaguely. Your name...it's starts with an N right?"

Daichi repeated her name in his head repeatedly and nodded once it was efficiently memorized. He then just absorbed himself in her voice not really comprehend what she said connected to everything else including this kid named Sora. He remembered his face in Riku's memory, which he began to take advantage of when he permitted himself to drown in them and remember what his originator knew. Instead of trying to understand more strains of memories that will only confuse him more, he just listened to the rhythm of her voice.

The Replica did hummed and payed attention to one face, nothing happened since she left Castle Oblivion; so it seemed everything had moved on without him, while he dwelled in the darkness and cultivating his strength in the white abyss. He had already made it a priority to intercept Riku again and seek out the Organization. He may as well repaid them for making him, something that wasn't meant to be exist. Atleast they aren't looking for Namine; he remembered Marluxia somewhat and had an itching feeling that there wasn't something unlikable about him...including Larxene. He rather not have individuals he could honesty wield negativity towards be close with Namine, who seemed to have brought a warmth to him.

"I just...found you, Namine," he finally uttered the name after what felt like years. "I perfer a day without confusion and not hear you sound like that, sad."

Looking at her too long was starting to cause a burn in his chest, so his eyes scanned around to look out for heartless and nobodies.

Her brows scrunched up together watching her every move; Daichi had concluded that he didn't really like that saddened demeanor with her apology. His mouth opened to tell her she didn't have to apologize; it actually made it feel like he should be the one apologizing to her. To lighten her up, he chuckled at her statement; although the irony was amusing, "Well that's make two, socially awkward people, then again...I think I beat you on that."

"I suppose I should let you rest before I explain things."

"No," he held back his tone feeling that it may have came out to rough than intended," I rather listen to you."

With that said he paused, Daichi grabbed her hands and guided her away from the hotel in the Second District towards the fountain at the lower level. He glanced back at her to make sure she was still there as if she would vanish, but paused for a moment thinking he since a twinge of darkness in the area. His eyes narrowed for a second before continuing towards the fountain.

This world smelled like it was infected with heartless, but the replica allowed his rugged tense nature to smooth out once not spotting any insight. He wasn't concerned about not being able to handle himself; his concern was towards his extra company. Why did he had an nagging feeling that he would use himself as a shield for her? He shrugged it off concluding that their past history must've been heavily tangled with one another; even with his memory being frazzed, he was able to make out her face throughout the chaotic debris.

Daichi knew he was no good when it came to forming relationships and bonds; although he had Riku's memories, those he can recall, he still felt socially awkward, and being a replica, something that wasn't supposed to exist, didn't accomodate that flaw. Although he had an different comfort zone around Namine, he still couldn't help his fidgetting hesistations. When he sat down next to her, he felt the silence drop on them and was unsure what to say. What do you say to a friend you loosely remember, but still feel something towards? Where do you start picking up the pieces? Luckily she finally spoke gaining his full attention.

"It's Daichi now," he replied, "I don't know why I picked it, but it's atleast something than nothing. I take it Vexen didn't think I needed a name."

One should expect more from a dedicated scientist; even they can be so engrossed with thier work to the point they seemed so heartless.

"So what have you been up to...after leaving Castle Oblivion?" Yet again he couldn't keep his eyes on her for too long and looked up at the bell tower. "You look good...just to say you don't have much friends and been alone."

Mentally he snorted at his word choice, but being social took practice.