Reminiscent Dreams

[xekim]

[OOC: My other two threads seem to be totally dead so, here's another attempt.]

Xekim lie atop the Gizmo Shop, his head resting upon his arms. He'd taken to sleeping up there since his arrival in this particular world. He liked the briskness of it. The nice breeze that tended to flow up there due to it's higher altitude. Xekim's eyes were closed, his body still. His mind was absent, else where. The dream he was having this particular night was...unpleasant.

In his dream he was standing in the middle of a darkness. He himself was visible, as if he was being slightly illuminated from some vague direction. He walked forward into the darkness, his hands outstretched. His palms met a hard surface. To his eyes, there was really nothing there, but it felt as if was a wall made of some kind of stone blacking his way. Xekim raised an eyebrow. He walked in the opposite direction and there too, he felt a wall. Xekim let out a sigh and then simply stood for a moment in this prison of shadows.

Suddenly the darkness around him began to take shape. The darkness below him became actual stone and then into sand, as black as ash. Then, two more walls of darkness around him transformed into dead trees and a frightfully familiar landscape. Now there was only one wall of darkness left. It too melted away and was soon replaced by beach. It's waters looked warm, but the sand colored it black and gray in some places. He knew this place. It was the place in which he'd made his most fatal mistake. It was the place in which he'd lost his soul.

In the water there was a man. He was tall, and gaunt. He had high cheek bones and he wore a black, well cut suit and a red tie. He looked like he was getting ready to go to a party or ball. The man adjusted his tie. The man had long, wild, black hair that matched his surroundings and his outfit. The man peered at Xekim and smiled.

"Hello my boy. Welcome back..." Xekim stepped back at the man's words, his hands suddenly surrounded in a golden light. The man let out a little laugh.

"Who are you?!" Xekim said, preparing to attack. The man simply continued to laugh. Xekim scowled and thrust his hand forward. A bolt of golden light streamed through the air towards the gaunt man. The man raised a hand, and it transformed into a nasty, thick veined, claw. The skin was purple black and his finger nails were thick and crimson. The man caught the bolt of light as if it was merely a bubble. The light sizzled away and the man's smile widened wickedly. Xekim's eyes went wide. The man, or as Xekim knew him, The Deepness, vanished and reappeared right in front of him. He placed his hand on Xekim's cheek and Xekim suddenly couldn't move, as if he'd been petrified.

"You won't find your soul Xekim. In five years, you will be mine..."

Xekim screamed....and he awoke. He shot up to an upright, sitting position. his breathing was heavy and his senses were confused. The image of that dark breach felt as it was burned onto his eyelids. He stood up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes while slowly walking towards the edge of the Gizmo Shop's roof. He looked down upon the second district and knew he was alone. He organized his "Sense" and felt around. There was always something there. However, disoriented as he was, it was difficult to feel what it was specifically.

[Charme]

Syn sat behind him, sitting on one of the many signs of Traverse Town. His expression was bored, but he stared at the boy with interest hidden deep within. He was not smiling; he merely hung there lazily, one arm hanging over the edge of his perch.

His figure was slim, his face pale... And his pale lips spread into a smile as he watched the other awake with a start. It seemed as though somebody had problems. Syn knew from experience that bad dreams derived from memories of negative emotion. He sat up and kicked the sign with his feet, hanging them over the edge.

"Hey you!" His silky voice rang through the air, not deep, but not high. That was one of his favorite lines. He had no idea why. His blue eyes seemed to shine in the dull light as the man sat up.

[xekim]

Xekim spun around quickly and he saw him. The man he'd seen just three days before. The heartless. Xekim felt the firey darkness that was associated with this creature. He still had that indifferent feeling about him. The creature by the name of Synthest, was not his enemy. Not yet, anyways. Still he didn't like being watched in his sleep especially when he was having a nightmare and turning in his sleep.

Xekim was surprised that he was still being followed by this heartless. Why did he find Xekim interesting?

"You again?" Xekim said nonchalantly. "What do you want Syn?" He said, not unkindly. Xekim ran towards Synthest and jumped in mid air. He vanished mid jump and he reappeared on the sign Syn was sitting on. He then sat down, his legs hanging over one side, swinging back and forth in a childish way. It was a force of habit.

[Charme]

Syn looked into the night sky, his eyes shimmering in the dull lights of Traverse Town. He could remember his first visit to this town, where Aerith stopped Leon from stomping him into the ground. That was so long ago, and now, after the Keyblade Weilder Sora had purified the Worlds, everything had changed. He still didn't know what he wanted.

"You just looked a bit unhappy, that's all." He looked to Xekim for a moment, then looked away. "The past is the past, unchangeable and ethereal. Don't dwell on it, or it will feel on your Heart until you fall to Darkness."

Syn wanted the past back, he knew it. He wanted to sit beside Aerith and watch Yuffie trip over her own feet. In all truth, he hated the other Worlds. This place was just so serene, with the bright orange lights and the dark skies. Why would they go back to Radiant Garden? Why would they forget all about him?

What had doomed him to this face? Was he a Heartless? Or was he something else entirely?

[xekim]

Xekim smiled, though behind it was a little bit of confusion. I'm getting advice about happiness from a creature of darkness. Amusing really. Still it was good to not apply such stereotypes to anyone. After all, he knew what it was like to be persecuted for being something different. Something that wasn't supposed to exist. Despite his unwillingness top be rude he still had to say it.

"When does a heartless care about the emotional well being of others?" Xekim said, amused. "From what I hear, heartless are not often social butterflies. More like recluse spiders." Xekim's legs still swung back and forth. He wasn't currently wearing his black trench coat. He was wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and black jeans. "Besides, my heart had already been preyed upon by...things beyond your comprehension." He said, not offensively, but with caution. This creature was a creature of darkness, but there was a darkness much deeper than the one often seen by creature of the light. even the heartless couldn't sense it. Suffice to say, that this sentient darkness made that of the false Ansem seem like gray paint.

"Besides, it looks like you could follow some of your own advice. You don't seem totally sound yourself." Xekim smiled kindly at Synthest.

[Charme]

Syn chuckled slightly. Heartless? Recluses? No, they were less intelligent by far. The Heartless were creatures that killed without reason. Their hunger wasn't a natural one, it never ended. The Heartless didn't hide, they threw themselves into the open, not thinking of life or death. No instinct, no intelligence...

Nothing but Darkness.

He looked over to Xekim, still smiling. "A Heartless is a weak creature with a big weapon. They hide behind their power... But there are some that have true power." Sin. The body-theif.

But he himself had created that Heartless, so long ago. But he hadn't been himself. He had been ravaged by hate and fury, after what his mentor did to him. He killed his love and left him to die. So he had taken the name Syn after what Keyon had said to him.

He stared into those red eyes, feeling the blood trickle down his face, and Keyon shook his head. His eyes widened, the slit pupils sharpening. "You choose to be a Guardian?" Keyon sighed, closing his ruby eyes. "So be it. Your name shall forever be sin. You are no Apprentice of mine."

The words had burned inside of him for years, and he had become the closest thing to a Heartless without the help of the Heartless themselves. Thus he had killed. And the person came back to meet him, years later.

Sin. The body thief. It was a parasitic Heartless that had its own emotions and thoughts. And if his own heartbeat ever stopped, Sin would take his body, and every human within his vicinity would die... Because Sin was hungry. It had been trapped in its Synthesis crystal a long time. Syn closed his eyes. He would pay for his mistakes.

His right arm dangled over the edge of the side, and beneath his skin was the glint of metal. At least he had the other Hearts to guide him in times of trouble...

[fearonaris]

Fearon appeared in a swirl of light, standing on the top of the sign. "Stupid Gummi ship teleporter." Fearon muttered rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Useless."

...But there are some that have true power.

He looked below him to see two men setting talking, The one with the radaint blue eyes... Something about him... seemed... off. Fearon jumped from his perch down behind the two. "Hey, where's the party?" Fearon asked, smiling. Those blue eyes, This guy, he was different.