Feels Like the First Time [closed]

[afterlighted.livejournal.com]

When; Now.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Riku afterlighted, Sora faroffdream and Roxas binarysky.
Summary; Riku's chilling at home, and Sora brings in a very zombified Roxas.

Log;
[Riku doesn't know why, but there's definitely something odd in the air; curses are all over the place, and he's actually surprised that none's hit him lately - not that he'll complain, of course, yet Sora taking his sweet time to come back home sort of... worries him.

Well, no matter, he simply settles for the couch, browsing through various channels while waiting for his friend to be back. So much for planning an evening together, that dolt's probably off chasing after his own shadow for all he knows. The thought makes him grin, and little does he know that a surprise bigger than everything he's expected awaits him.]

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[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[ It takes very little convincing to get Roxas to follow Sora home. None at all, in fact, because where else would he go? Where should he go? The people in black coats haven't faded from memory, but if he couldn't even attach their names to the faces he recalls, he's not so attached that he feels their loss now.

So he just follows Sora as he leads them back to the apartment, walking slightly behind him and letting the other boy open the door to wherever this place is. ]

[faroffdream.livejournal.com]

[ Sora lets Roxas in first, and he can't help but be a little worried by the blond's consistent tendency towards silence, but to force otherwise feels just as odd. ]

Go ahead. Riku might be home. He's my best friend...

[ And this seems unnecessary to say, except that he doesn't want Roxas to be unnerved by someone else being there. ]

[afterlighted.livejournal.com]

Roxas?



Let me guess. Another curse.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas just looks at this other boy when he hears his name, the same way he's been looking at everything else; blankly, with some idle curiosity thrown in, but nothing too strong.

This is another place that's unfamiliar to him. But most things are. ]

...curse?

[ Something about that word sticks out to him, but he's not sure why. Nothing else sticks. Roxas. Number XIII. That's all. ]

[faroffdream.livejournal.com]

[ Sora sort of makes a shrug behind Roxas, but it's directed at Riku, as if to convey: yeah but I still don't know what kind of curse, more or less. Then he shuts the door behind him, patting Roxas on the shoulder before moving past him and then turning so that he faces him again, spreading his arms in a welcoming kind of gesture. ]

So, this is it. Where we live uh, I don't know if you're hungry...

[ To Riku, at his left shoulder he adds more quietly... ]

I don't know. He doesn't seem to know who I am...and he's been really quiet.

[afterlighted.livejournal.com]

Can he stand on his own? Hey, Roxas.



I don't like this.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[ Like before, at the palace—he thinks he remembers that much—it's a relief to be told where to go, what to do, but a gentle touch of indignation works its way through the haze. ]

I can walk.

[ There's not much ire in his voice, but it's a reminder to them, not him. Still, he doesn't pull away, and lets the other boy guide him to the couch. He could sit for a while, actually, and do nothing other than drift. But still, there's something... ]

Who are you?

[ He makes his unfocused gaze a little more focus and directs it at the silver-haired boy. Sora is the other one; a fact he can hang onto because he has so few at the moment. ]