In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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Caxnon had seen Reiho resently, and things have been going well. But now he had to find Antique, she left without a word before. Something was bothering her...and yet..Caxnon ddin't know what it was.
Whatever it was he planned to find out. It had been a whole week since he last saw her. The nobody stopped and looked at his hand, he remembered the ribbon that she gave him.
'' She's got to be around here somewhere'' he said while walking through the steets
Antique had pretty much been avoiding everyone this week, taking refuge in the Third District where no one seemed to want to venture; whether to purposefully get the Heartless to attack her, or to vent out frustration, she didn't know. What she had been doing was pretty...well, unknown.
She sat on a bench, staring up at the eternal night sky with a sort of blank expression. She looked the same. Same pink and blue everything. In her hand, she held onto a white mask. It was white, and only looked vaguely human; lips curved into a soft smile. Her face vaguely resembled it; no expression whatsoever.
She didn't even seem to hear Caxnon going through the streets; at least, she didn't seem to. Her hand gripped lightly onto the hilt of Clarent, however, which was layed haphazardly on her lap.
Caxnon stopped walking and thought for a moment. He had been wandering this place for a while, and so far he had no luck. Finding Reiho was just luck, but he wasn't so sure that luck would help him now. The nobody proceeded to the third district, the only place he hadn't looked yet.
Once Caxnon had searched most of the area, he went to the middle of the district and finally saw Antique sitting on a bench by herself. He walked over to his friend then bent down to reach her height.
Someone's shadow had bent over her; and though her eyes were open, they weren't particularly focused on anything either. You know how you look at something too long, but you're thinking, and the world just sort of becomes fuzzy? Traverse Town was but a fuzzy blur before her eyes.
Was it already time for another fight? She hadn't even had ample time t rest--ah well. Gripping Clarent at the sight of the shadow in front of her, she sat up--quickly--and proceeding in hitting her head against Caxnon's.
She sat back onto the bench in a stumbled, her hand automatically covering up her forehead. "Ow, ow, ow---am I alright?!" she said, flare of temper raising, though only because she hadn't been sleeping very well.
Wait. Heartless couldn't talk...
She focused her eyes on Caxnon, eyes widening, eyes focusing.
"Eek!" she said, and scooted to the other side of the bench, to quickly stand up, before she muttered a soft "sorry".
Caxnon rubbed his head. Antique did manage to bump his head, and yes it did hurt. Bu that was nothing compared to the other injures that he had before, in fact he had a lot of injures in the past. The nobody looked at the condition of Antique's eyes, then her slightly crumpled shirt.
'' I'll take that as a no. And I don't suppose you can tell me why you haven't been sleeping well?'' Caxnon said to her.
He was one to talk, he hadn't slept in days. But he didn't need it as much as she did.
Antique rubbed her head with her hands, feeling a lump raising underneath the skin. Guess she should have seen that coming--but a little bump wasn't going to affect her much. She'd obtained worse injuries over the course of the week. Wincing, she looked up at Caxnon.
''I'll take that as a no. And I don't suppose you can tell me why you haven't been sleeping well?''
"Don't..." she said, and shook her head from left to right. "Don't worry about me." she said, looking off to the side. "I'll be okay," she said, and looked up at his face. "Okay?" she said, mustering up a smile.
"Oh Caxnon!" she said, seeing a lump raise on his head. "Oh, geez. Look what I did," she said, and touched his forehead. Then she looked at the dark circles under his eyes. She grinned up at him, although it was very forced. Se hadn't smiled for a while now. "I don't know where you have room to talk, Caxnon. You haven't been sleeping that much either," she said softly.
'' Oh this is nothing, I-'' Caxnon stopped talking when Antique touched his forehead. It seemed that the strange effect that she had on him, still hadn't worn off. He wanted to solve the mystery behind this..strange connection that he shared with Antique, but that would have to come later.
Caxnon took hold of Antique's hand before speaking, it seemed to help him.
'' As for the sleep, thats because I'm busy looking for you and the others, and besides I don't need it as much as you do. '' Caxnon paused as slight, hardness of Antique's hand..followed by a glance at her weapon. '' Have you been fighting for a whole week?'' Caxnon said.
He noticed that he hadn't let go of her hand yet. He attempted to release her hand several times..yet he had no luck. After a while he signaled Antique by pointing at his hand, telling her that it was frozen again.
Antique smiled softly up at Caxnon. "You know, it's like every time I make some kind of physical contact with you, there's a sudden change in you. It's kind of weird," she said. She wanted him to change the subject. At least change it off of her. The lady knight hated when others worried about her; she simply didn't deserve that sort of kindness.
He took hold of her hand. She was beginning to think it was less and less strange, though she always felt really weird about it.
She pinched his cheek. "Don't be silly, of course you need sleep!" It was so easy to go back into her normal routine. Although it was forced, very forced. She felt like Caxnon was possibly her closest friend in Traverse Town, however. If she had to smile and pretend that she was alright, then so be it.
' Have you been fighting for a whole week?''
She managed to pull her hands away, and put them behind her back. Looking off to the side, she shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps. But I'm okay, so don't worry about it," she said in a low voice.
After wandering the streets of all the districts, Reiho decided to take a break and return to her home in the third district. Many things happened and she needed to rest a little, partially for being busy for so much time, partially because she tried hard to control that thing that awakened within her.
"This is driving me insane ..."
She was about to return to her home when she noticed two people wandering in the open area of the district. Even if the defeat of the leading darkside and neoshadow reduced the number of heartless in the area, it wasn't safe enough.
"Excuse me, but you should go to the first distri ... Mister Caxnon and Miss Antique?"
She recently saw Caxnon, so finding him again was a bit of a surprise, made even more surprising because Antique was with him.
"Mister Caxnon, you found Miss Antique as you said, and Miss Antique ... are you feeling well?"
Silly always active newfound senses. She was feeling some bad vibes from Antique, as if she were in a deep state of depression, but how could she trust her senses? She misunderstood Kousei back when she was with him, Caxnon, Tyson and the imps. He was a horrible human being, but he wasn't the monster her augmented senses made her think he was.
Caxnon rubbed his hands after Antique let go of it. He didn't worry about Antique that much, come to think of it he didn't worry about her at all. But lately, things weren't very good..so he just wanted to make sure that she was fine...she looked like she was doing fine.
Caxnon rubbed his cheek before speaking, that was the second time someone's touched his cheek.
'' Well as long as your alright, but Antique try not to take your anger out on the heartless, you'll just tire yourself'' Caxnon said. He was about to say something else, when Reiho suddenly appeared, how did she do that?
"It doesn't matter," Antique said. "No matter how many times I slice through them, they always come back," she said. After a weeks observation of this, she noticed this. Even though they looked alike, each Heartless had a bit of a difference in them. Like no two snowflakes looked alike. The Heartless looked similar, but they weren't the same. And she could have sworn she saw the same patturn, over and over again. It was as if they were just toying with her, now. Let them. It wasn't like she deserved her heart, anyway. If it were a heart of a monster, should she really appear human, anyway?
Antique glanced over at Reiho, and strained herself into a smile. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but she knew she could keep a charade up if she had to. Even if she wasn't exactly "feeling" it. If she smiled, no one would worry, right? Then everyone would be happy?
"I'm fine," Antique mummbled. "Don't worry about it, Reiho," she said, reaching over, and patting the younger (and quite adorable) gir's head. She pulled her hand away, and looked off to the side, not really wanting to look either in the eyes.
Antique was not a good liar. Her pained and forced facial expression and the tone of her voice gave away her true emotions, revealing that she wasn't in a good state despite what she said.
"Please, you can trust Mister Caxnon and Me, if you still consider us ... friends"
Finally she said it. Until now she never used the word "friends" to mention her relationship with them, but this time they needed to strengthen the bonds between them if they wanted to earn the trust of the emotionally scarred Antique, and the only way was to make her raise their relationship level from good acquaintances to friends.
"Afterall, I'm like a little sister for you, or you don't like us anymore?"
Antique loved to treat her life a little, cute and tomboyish little girl. Attacking Antique's weak point could work to recover the cheerful and confident Azulie even if that meant Reiho was running the risk of being taken home once Antique recovered ... and only god knows what Antique does to the girls she takes homes, a true enigma no one knows the answer.
Caxnon felt a chill run down his body. It was hard to say, but it was like he had been through a similar situation, and he didn't like it. He closed his eyes and thought for several minutes about what Antique had been doing the past week, he didn't like any of his theories.
The nobody walked up to his friend and placed both his hands on her shoulders and made direct eye contact ( something he disliked doing)
'' Antique, your the first true friend that I've ever had. And I think of you as my greatest friend, all I ask is that you here me out.'' Caxnon said
He then took a breath before speaking. ''' I understand what you mean. You were kinght from your homeworld, you had to do terrible things for the kingdom you served. I know what thats like, I have done the same. You may feel guilty because of what you've done, and thats not a bad thing...it means there's still good inside you.'' Caxnon one again took a breath ( not like he needed to)
'' Listen, it's not our past that defines us, but what we do today. If you ended lives before, then why not repent by saving them? Save as many people as you can because, you may not get another chance to live'' The nobody stopped talking and placed his finger on Antique's heart.
'' As for this, you can't lose it. The heart is what makes you strong, don't ever lose it. You have no idea how important it is, the fact that you still have it means you are blessed. Why not use it for the benefit of others? The world needs people like you know....Antique, don't make the mistake I made. If you wait too long, and dwell on the past..you end up like me...dead.'' Caxnon said.
"Please, you can trust Mister Caxnon and Me, if you still consider us ... friends"
Though Antique stared off to the side, her eyes widened a bit at the statement. She swirled her head around to look at Reiho, a hurt expression in her eyes, so quick that it further disarrayed her hair, though it was obvious she was trying to hold it back and be strong.
"Afterall, I'm like a little sister for you, or you don't like us anymore?"
Antique swallowed hard, her mind fuzzy from lack of sleeping.
"It's not like that at all! I--" she said, taking a moment to pause, trying to think of what she wanted to say, although the words wouldn't come to her at all. Then Caxnon grabbed both of her shoulders, and forced her to look right at him. Okay, granted, it was a bit weird, but she was a wee bit too tired to put up much of a fight.
If you ended lives before, then why not repent by saving them? Save as many people as you can because, you may not get another chance to live.
Repent? But...Roze said there was no such thing. She hung her head in shame. How was she supposed to know? She thoght she was protecting a kingdom, protecting peoples lives...was it really her right to even be fighting? To be making these choices? Her eyes watered at the confusion.
He placed a finger on her heart, and when he moved away, she layed her hands over it.
She raised her arms in front of her eyes, which actually prevented her from breaking down completely. She forced herself to smile, full of saddness, but still, a smile nonetheless. Antique didn't understand just how they could be so kind to her, or why. Didn't Kousei say she was the worst, afterall? Wasn't she a monster?
"You guys are great," she said, her voice breaking.
"That was the story of Miss Antique? I didn't know about that ..."
Antique looked like a gentle and nice normal girl, one a bit weird but a normal girl at the end. Reiho never expected her to be a knight from another world, and even less expected her to have such past where she committed various crimes in the name of her Kingdom.
"It's like Mister Caxnon said, if you can feel sorry for your actions it's because you are not a complete monster, just a confused girl"
She then witnessed Caxnon pressing his finger somewhere in Antique's chest. Maybe he was a closet pervert or maybe he simply was trying to point at her heart given that he was talking about hearts.
Once the nobody finished his speech, Antique once more forced a smile in her face, but this time she wasn't hiding anything, she seemed to be truly touched by his words.
"Miss Antique, you are great too. You only did what you thought it was the right thing to do. So cheer up a little because you can always atone for anything you did in the past"
And then, she hugged Antique. Having a shoulder where to cry till heart's content was always comfortable.
