kingdomdressing | Because he's a smug bastard

[well, he had just been wandering out of boredom, but the moment he sees Xurik he's freezing and darting back through the doorway, peeking in again for a moment to make sure he saw right.]

[oh yeah, he saw right.

in fact, Xurik's now silently mouthing the words to "Music of the Night" while reading an article on drapes for your kitchen]

[okay, he knows logically he shouldn't say anything to the guy, especially after everything Roxas had said. and he knows better than to confront someone so out of his league, especially after the devil Naminé fiasco that ended in him with a broken arm that didn't get set for three days... but ghh this guy hurt someone he considers a friend now.]

[awww, but who knows? Xurik might be completely civil and gentlemanly!

he certainly doesn't look dangerous just sitting there.]

[he knows better than to judge a book by its cover, so to speak. there might be a thump from just outside the area as Sora lets his head hit the wall.]

[he hears it, though he doesn't bat an eyelash]

Can I help you?

[...there's silence on his end, and he doesn't look into the room.]

No, thanks! Sorry to interrupt.

[oh goody, it's a Sora]

So you're just going to spy on me some more, is that it?

[peeks his head back in.]

I dunno what you're talking about. I was just surprised to see someone that looked so different in this place.

Are you saying that I look weird? [closes his magazine] That's very rude.

I didn't say weird. I said different! And you are! Doesn't mean I meant it in a bad way.

Then how did you mean it? Aren't you going to say the same thing as everyone else, that I'm familiar?

Well you do look like Riku. But I mostly meant that since a lot of people here all look the same or a lot more similar than you and Riku do, that it was surprising to see someone who wasn't identical to everyone else!

[smooth.]

... [real smooth]

I'm so very flattered.

Er, sorry.

[rubs the back of his head nervously.]

I'll just stop bugging you now.

Oh no. I'll never believe that one of you hero types does something for no reason.

What do you want?

I never said I wanted anything!

Lying to me is never a good idea.

But I'm not lying. I don't want anything from you.

[technically true. he'd like to beat his face in, maybe, but that's not wanting anything.]

Hm.

I'm in a good mood, so I'll do you the favor of believing you, this time.

Wow, thanks. Believing me when I'm telling the truth.

[grumble grumble he'll be starting off now.]

[so, so tempted to do something juvenile, like trip him. or just a light thunder spell...

better walk faster, Sora]

[he's going, he's going. might not be going quite quick enough though.]

[what's this? a quick Blizzard spell aimed at the floor to make it slick and consequently make Sora trip?

and Xurik didn't even have to call out his keyblade to do it]

[yelps and hits the floor rather hard, then pops back up and shoots a glare at Xurik.]

What the heck was that for?!

[laaaaaaaaaughs]

It was for my amusement.

[wants so so so badly to go hit him, but starts heading for the door again instead, teeth gritted and back tense.]

[oh, this is rich.

it's a Thunder spell this time, about as strong as a really powerful static shock, right in the middle of Sora's back]

[and he nearly bites his tongue in surprise, spinning around and glaring hard.]

What the hell is your problem?

Maybe I just enjoy seeing that look on your face.

[his hands clench into fists at his sides, shaking slightly with the effort it takes to not just call the Keyblade out right then and attack.]

Yes. That look. I think only a Sora is capable of making it.

[grrrrr can you tell he's just about ready to attack, Xurik.]

[oh yes he can~and he's ambling slowly toward him]

Nothing to say?

[aw crap. debating running away and ignoring any spells sent at him now.]

[And guess who's going to come running through and crashing your party? There's a swirl of magic around her that suggests she's been using Haste, for whatever reason, and -- she has her Keyblade in hand. She looks harried, annoyed, rushed maybe, but--

But when she sees Xurik there, she finally stops, and the mild annoyance in her expression turns into genuine rage. The way she snaps his name is ... new.]

Xurik!

[the change in her voice does give him pause. there's a moment, very briefly, where he sees her out of the corner of his eye and seizes up, whole body frozen, a surge of something in him--

and then he calmly sets his magazine aside, sliding gracefully to his feet]

What?

[She instantly raises her Keyblade and holds it level right with his chest. Her voice shakes with rage and ... maybe something else. Hurt? ]

Don't you come near me. I know what you did to Roxas.

[his fingers twitch. something tightens in the very back of his eyes.

cold. so cold inside his chest]

And?

[Kairi will never be very good at staying mad. And she stays angry, sure -- but something like grief and hurt and just .... terrible disappointment sneaks into it. Her voice drops to a whisper.]

How could you? Fighting ... I can understand that. It's what we do. We live in a war. But ... but that? You might as well have raped him, Xurik! That's disgusting!

[in the tiniest voice ever, like she can't quite believe what she's saying]

I thought you were better than that.

[she could make her voice as quiet as she wants, but he would still hear her.

he heard that.

he goes very still. the anger...he'd wanted anger. her hatred. it would finally free him from her.

what he wasn't expecting was this. or how it would feel]

...how stupid are you?

[she is so upset. her expression is twisting like she's going to cry, nearly. but her voice stays soft, so soft.]

Stupid enough to believe in you, I guess.

Believe in me?

Believe in me?!

[suddenly he's in front of her, his hands balled into tight, shaking fists]

Fool of a girl! I don't want your faith! Isn't this proof enough of how pointless everything you do is?!

[his sudden proximity forces her to lower the Keyblade or risk stabbing him. she doesn't react to his anger at all, except look sadly up into his eyes. she actually raises her free hand and touches his face.]

... no. Because I know you're better than this. If you really were this sick, you would have raped me, too, when you had the chance. You were horrified that you even kissed me.

[her hand drops.]

I know you, Xurik. As much as you wish I didn't, as much as you wish I'd stay away. I know that you're capable of love. Which means you're not as black and twisted as you pretend to be. No one who is truly evil can love.

That's why I'm so disappointed in you.

[it's that look on her face, more than anything.

he can't stand it.

he can't stand it!]

...why...

[as suddenly as he approached, Xurik is jerking back, almost stumbling in his haste. things he never wished to feel are tearing at him, clawing at his insides, knifing through his false heart.

shock. fear. anger. hatred. loathingterrorloveguilt.

guilt.]

Why?!

[it's like a disease, a stain that spreads and seeps into every part of him. he's looking at her as though she is some horror, a monster to his eyes]

Why can't you let me go?!

[the hurt in her expression gets worse, though she does not banish her Keyblade. she just watches him.]

... because I care about you. You know that. But I can't ... I can't just forgive this, or let this go.

[she presses a hand to her face. she looks like she's honestly fighting off tears. her voice even comes out a little thick.]

So if you want me to let you go ... then I'm telling you. Stay away. Stay away from Roxas, stay away from Riku ... and stay away from me.

[this is what he's wanted. what he's always wanted. his freedom, at long last. freedom from the memories and emotions that have always tormented him, all with their root firmly in this one insignificant girl.

he never asked to love her]

Kairi...

[and now that he's been told not to, it feels as though everything inside him is withering up and dying.

it hurts.

no, no no no it hurts]

[The sound of his voice, the stunned weakness of it, hurts her more than a physical blow ever could, and her expression tears up into something terrible, something that makes her raise the Keyblade again in a quick, violent motion, pointing it again at his chest. But the weapon is shaking. Her heartbreak, her hurt, is palpable.

If she's truly honest with herself, it's not that she's angry on Roxas's behalf. Though his words and the look in his eyes haunt her, Kairi's reason is honestly more selfish. she can't help it. she can't help that she cares about Xurik, too much, and this last transgression feels somehow like a horrible betrayal.

Her eyes glitter with angry tears, but they remain unshed]

Get out.

[for a split second, it's all there in his expression. all of it. his guilt, his pain, his fear. his love. it's almost too raw, too intense, as though the emotions themselves are blown all out of proportion.

his eyes burn, his throat encased in strangling tightness, and there's a plea waiting on his lips, fighting to get out--

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!"

but it never comes. instead, there is a wall that slams down between Xurik's heart and the world. his expression flattens, his eyes as empty as glass.

a flicker of darkness.

he's gone.]

Because he's a smug bastard

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