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Pictures on the Wall
"I hope this room is to your liking." DiZ mused aloud.
I looked back at the mysterious man; his burning yellow eyes showed no interests in my approval. He only craved one thing. Revenge. His sole reason for being was to destroy the Organization. Every grain of his time went into this meticulously thought-out plan.
DiZ wouldn't stop until his goal was fulfilled.
Hunger satiated.
And what could I do but helplessly participate? To become a tool again, but for a different cause. I couldn’t stop him from his selfish rampage. Even if I wanted to.
And why should I?
The Organization had it coming.
Riku stood silently by his side; a Keyblade wielder who resides in the darkness. Was Riku no better? Was he no better than the Organization?
Riku gave into the darkness.
And yet… it was the darkness that made… me?
I hated it.
I hated this feeling more than anything else.
Being treated with such care only to know I was thought of as an abomination. No, a witch. A person, that shouldn’t be.
A nobody.
I can't find solitude with Riku- nor with DiZ. But I can make things right with one person. I can rewrite the wrongs that I wrought upon an innocent.
I owed it to him to make things right.
I’d do this for you… Sora.
The only one who ever cared?
No.
The only one who cared.
Even when you found out that the memories, I made for you were lies. Just a fabrication I created. You still forgave me and saved me from Marluxia. To be honest, I was scared that you’d hate me.
This is why I’ll do this.
Why I’ll take the berating from DiZ and make true his foolish dreams of vengeance.
I heard him tell Riku the other day… Ever since I heard it, I can’t stop thinking about it. That once I'm done repairing you memories, they’re going to dispose of me… the fate fit of a nobody I suppose.
I'd willing to accept this fate for you.
I'm willing to fade away if it means your smiling face can shine through the darkness. Your heart beaming so bright that even in the next life I can see it.
That would leave me with some peace.
That maybe my life wasn’t just nothing.
I'm willing to walk towards my fate for you. I’ll follow DiZ on his path to self-destruction. I’ll decorate this white room. Hanging pictures from wall to wall, to cover every white spot that tortures my conscious. I’ll try to fill this room with the color.
Fill it wiith memories all coming from you, your chain of memories.
…
As the days pass room gets more colorful with each passing day, I wonder if more people will come to look. Those who approach the mansion in search for me.
The mysterious white witch.
They point their fingers at the curtain, some even daring to climb over the fence to get to this room. Just to get a peak. I wish they just look from afar. Just leave me alone in the solitude DiZ has constructed. I try to draw so I don't have to cry.
A nobody- isn't supposed to have emotions.
Then why do I feel this way?
Am I just pretending?
Aren’t I just a product of Kairi's shadow?
Of course I am- just a shadow.
A husk.
…
“The day has finally come…”
"Namine." A cold hand touched my shoulder.
"Riku?” I looked at him with curiosity. He loomed over my shoulder, watching the fruits of our labor. Why was my mind so shaken? I tried to ignore his presence as I always have.
In front of my there was light. The darkness could stay at my back. Quietly I watched him, he had become whole. As he jumped from the pod, I felt bittersweet.
Happiness spreading across his cheeks as he hugged his two companions.
"Sora…"
"We have to go." Riku said growing agitated. He opened a dark portal behind leading to gods know where.
I turned to leave.
"Thank Namine." I head Jiminy say. "Now what'd suppose that means?"
I didn't know what it meant to Sora now considering his memories were whole. As Riku tugged me back, my lips curled into a smile. Somehow it would all work out. Perhaps a small piece of his light has remained inside my heart all along.
Maybe this light would persist, like the pictures would continue to hang on the wall.