eeeeee I'm so excitedddd its almost over!!! :'D
and yes, it has been a long time.
Day 99
"You know, you weren't supposed to remember."
Akira sighed heavenly, tired. She tried to open her eyes to the sound of this animated voice, but couldn't. She reached to touch her face, but she met contact with silk material around the eye area. She gasped, putting her hand down.
"Akira. Open your eyes."
"I- I can't."
"I see." The voice continued after a pause. "Well, Akira. Remember what I told you last time. You can change your fate. And you can become the hero."
Akira felt her dry mouth open, and she spoke, "What if I've already chosen?" She heaved in a large amount of air, exhausted. "What if I have no choice?!" She shouted, pounding her fist in the ground.
A hand put pressure on her shoulder, a small and smooth hand. The voice spoke. "You have one. And you're not alone. You have help. And there are others. You just need to find them.
"Once you find yourself," He said, "You will no doubtebly find them."
Akira lessened the harsh squeeze of her eyelids. "Others…? Find myself?" She felt her the silk blindfold-thing slipping off. "What do you mean?"
"Find the light, Akira." The voice said shakingly, "It might be the only answer to both your questions and mine."
Akira took in the last sentence, when she quietly asked, "And you…who are you?"
"Call me Mickey."
The blindfold thing disappeared, and she opened her eyes to see the familiar white fluorescence surround her, Vexen's creeping green eyes staring at her and Roxas's tight grasp on her left hand.
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"She's back!"
The entire room filled with curious onlookers of the organization, filing their way into the lab. Sure enough, the small girl began to materialize onto a lab table, fuzzing in and out of vision.
Vexen, Xemnas, Zexion, and Roxas made their way around the table, surrounding the girl. She breathed slowly, and when the fuzziness ended, she let out a long breath. Her heaving chest rose, then went down- but it didn't come back up.
"We're losing her," Vexen growled under his teeth as he checked her pulse. Demyx rushed in with medical equipment, stuff Roxas had never seen before, and handed him a machine with two plates, buzzing as he turned the machine on.
"I brought the reviver-thingy like you told me-" Demyx said rushed, "And-"
"Alright, you can go, Demyx." He turned to the others watching in pure curiosity, rubbing the plates together, "All of you- OUT!"
They all ran, leaving the scientist, the bookworm, the leader, the guitarist, and blondie with the girl. Roxas grabbed her left hand, holding it tight. "Wake up, Akira!"
Vexen finished rubbing, placing them on Akira's chest. "Go!" He ordered, and Demyx pushed a button, making Akira jump upwards in reaction. No response. Vexen rubbed the plates again, and repeated the same process. She jumped again, but once again, they gained no response.
"Vexen what in the world-!"
"We lost her."
They hushed. Roxas turned away, his face agape, staring at the girl that had stopped breathing. It was different for humans, their hearts delicate and causes of- of passing more different than a nobody like him. He shook his head slowly, tightening his grip. Xemnas cursed under his breath, and Zexion coughed, pacing. Vexen kept checking for a pulse, shaking his head. Roxas looked down, defeated. Demyx shuffled out of the akward silence, where the rest of the 'fans' waited.
"Wait."
Roxas looked up at Akira, her face souring slowly, wincing in pain by the looks of it, then she gasped loudly, jolting upwards. She coughed violently,gasping for as much air as she could. She fell back, eyes fluttering. Vexen stared at her, and Roxas held his grasp.
She groaned. Quietly, she whimpered. Then she shouted breathingly. "My arm! Gah-!"
Roxas let go quickly, and she clutched it, rolling onto her right side. When she recovered, she rolled once more onto her back, sighing. She slowly rose, applying pressure on the right side.
"This is the part where you ask me all sorts of questions and or test me to see if I'm- I'm- al…right." She stopped, and suddenly, she fell backwards, closing her eyes. They all turned to Vexen.
"She's…unconscious. " He said, confused. Yes, Vexen was confused. He checked her readings on a computer, then returned, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What?" Zexion hastily asked, "What's wrong with it!?"
"It…?" Roxas stared at him angrily. Zexion sighed, rolling his eyes. "Her?!"
"She's- I don't know how- this is impossible-"
"SPIT. IT. OUT." Zexion commanded.
"She's in some sort of…coma. She's….she really out."
and yes, it has been a long time.
Day 99
"You know, you weren't supposed to remember."
Akira sighed heavenly, tired. She tried to open her eyes to the sound of this animated voice, but couldn't. She reached to touch her face, but she met contact with silk material around the eye area. She gasped, putting her hand down.
"Akira. Open your eyes."
"I- I can't."
"I see." The voice continued after a pause. "Well, Akira. Remember what I told you last time. You can change your fate. And you can become the hero."
Akira felt her dry mouth open, and she spoke, "What if I've already chosen?" She heaved in a large amount of air, exhausted. "What if I have no choice?!" She shouted, pounding her fist in the ground.
A hand put pressure on her shoulder, a small and smooth hand. The voice spoke. "You have one. And you're not alone. You have help. And there are others. You just need to find them.
"Once you find yourself," He said, "You will no doubtebly find them."
Akira lessened the harsh squeeze of her eyelids. "Others…? Find myself?" She felt her the silk blindfold-thing slipping off. "What do you mean?"
"Find the light, Akira." The voice said shakingly, "It might be the only answer to both your questions and mine."
Akira took in the last sentence, when she quietly asked, "And you…who are you?"
"Call me Mickey."
The blindfold thing disappeared, and she opened her eyes to see the familiar white fluorescence surround her, Vexen's creeping green eyes staring at her and Roxas's tight grasp on her left hand.
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"She's back!"
The entire room filled with curious onlookers of the organization, filing their way into the lab. Sure enough, the small girl began to materialize onto a lab table, fuzzing in and out of vision.
Vexen, Xemnas, Zexion, and Roxas made their way around the table, surrounding the girl. She breathed slowly, and when the fuzziness ended, she let out a long breath. Her heaving chest rose, then went down- but it didn't come back up.
"We're losing her," Vexen growled under his teeth as he checked her pulse. Demyx rushed in with medical equipment, stuff Roxas had never seen before, and handed him a machine with two plates, buzzing as he turned the machine on.
"I brought the reviver-thingy like you told me-" Demyx said rushed, "And-"
"Alright, you can go, Demyx." He turned to the others watching in pure curiosity, rubbing the plates together, "All of you- OUT!"
They all ran, leaving the scientist, the bookworm, the leader, the guitarist, and blondie with the girl. Roxas grabbed her left hand, holding it tight. "Wake up, Akira!"
Vexen finished rubbing, placing them on Akira's chest. "Go!" He ordered, and Demyx pushed a button, making Akira jump upwards in reaction. No response. Vexen rubbed the plates again, and repeated the same process. She jumped again, but once again, they gained no response.
"Vexen what in the world-!"
"We lost her."
They hushed. Roxas turned away, his face agape, staring at the girl that had stopped breathing. It was different for humans, their hearts delicate and causes of- of passing more different than a nobody like him. He shook his head slowly, tightening his grip. Xemnas cursed under his breath, and Zexion coughed, pacing. Vexen kept checking for a pulse, shaking his head. Roxas looked down, defeated. Demyx shuffled out of the akward silence, where the rest of the 'fans' waited.
"Wait."
Roxas looked up at Akira, her face souring slowly, wincing in pain by the looks of it, then she gasped loudly, jolting upwards. She coughed violently,gasping for as much air as she could. She fell back, eyes fluttering. Vexen stared at her, and Roxas held his grasp.
She groaned. Quietly, she whimpered. Then she shouted breathingly. "My arm! Gah-!"
Roxas let go quickly, and she clutched it, rolling onto her right side. When she recovered, she rolled once more onto her back, sighing. She slowly rose, applying pressure on the right side.
"This is the part where you ask me all sorts of questions and or test me to see if I'm- I'm- al…right." She stopped, and suddenly, she fell backwards, closing her eyes. They all turned to Vexen.
"She's…unconscious. " He said, confused. Yes, Vexen was confused. He checked her readings on a computer, then returned, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What?" Zexion hastily asked, "What's wrong with it!?"
"It…?" Roxas stared at him angrily. Zexion sighed, rolling his eyes. "Her?!"
"She's- I don't know how- this is impossible-"
"SPIT. IT. OUT." Zexion commanded.
"She's in some sort of…coma. She's….she really out."