why do they tell us not to be afraid of the dark? [nagi][c]

There was no real good reason he was here... It could be those short moments next to his master, could be that one keyblader kid, it could be something drawing him.... He walked from District two into three, starring at it... The new thing on the back of his hand. It didn't burn, it didn't have any real feeling. Just, it was there his mind reminding him over and over it wasn't going to go away. That it was stuck there, like a tattoo, heh... A tattoo, how hilarious, more like a collar.

He wanted to burst out laughing, how ironic it all was! How he was nothing, was always be nothing, why it didn't even matter... All in the end she was just going to end him. He had no say in anything, he was owned by her, his master. He could have pretended to be free before, but ooh... No longer. Why there was no inch of hope, she had grown too powerful, too unstoppable. How Hilarious! All of it just Hilarious!

He walked into the third district, no smile on his face... he surveyed the area noticing how those creatures, the very creatures his master somehow managed to create were now all gone. He looked up to see the boy from before, course' he was here... Killing them, Ugh! This just Hilariously made it worst! She flat out told him if he didn't end this all now, she was going to kill the damn stupid kids. Well, not in that way, but it held undertone. They were his fucking his responsibility.

He eventually reached the kid standing in the middle of the courtyard, the kid just stood there lost in thought. Placing his hands behind his back, hiding that hideous oh so glorious marking, he stood there staring at the young keyblader. he wondered what it was the boy was lost about. however just at same time he did not really care. well due to this boys crimes, it was time to take drastic actions, no more playing. This was to save them both, seriously how annoying this was.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke calmly... deathly... to the boy... his eyes no longer soft, no longer laughing at anything... No they held a yellow with red tint mixed, it wasn't too much at the boy.. More at her, why did she come now? Why did she have to do this too him? Did he not deserve better? Why just because he wanted a sense of "freedom", why because he lived too long in the light? Actually grown to be "nicer". Ugh! What the hell was her Problem! All because he lost his stupid keyblade to a kid?! "Are you better than this? Than killing those beneath you?"

The boy held so much hatred, what was his deal? Should it not be the heartless be more angry than he? For this boy was killing them with absolutely no remorse, heartless had feelings too... Or did they? You know, he truly knew nothing about those creatures his master supposedly created... Just he was meant to leave them be, and that they never strike up a good conversation. All they seemed to do is bounce or speak with some odd audio voice. Either way she demanded it of him.

After a minute of little to response, the boy eventually responded with his answer and of course a question. Oh? So were they going to continue what held before? Or... Was one of them to attack first? Why he decided to see exactly what was bothering the boy, to see what it'll take to get this boy to start the battle. More of a tease? Though, it was clear, his Master did not want this boy leaving so easily. Its sad really, he couldn't just walk away this time, there will be a battle...

Well at least the boy's shield was cracked, no more... What was the term? Stoned? No, that was not it... Cold as ice of a shoulder... You know what, forget this. The boy just seemed more like glass, shattered glass... Why there were so many cracks, what had happened to this poor little soul?

He raised himself back up, in thought of the question. There really was no true answer, he only did it to survive, is that what this was all? Survival? He took a step back in thought, his right hand scratching his chin in thought. The new snake marking clearly showing on the back, the silly shadow had forgotten about it after meeting the boy. Why even the bits of red seemed to disappear with growth of curiosity. "How do you justify the night sky? It is what brings out the light."


While the boy chewed on that, Nagi began looking around for any sort of weapons of defense. Sadly it looked all there was out here was two chairs and a table. Did this town have to be so clean? Well a chair would be certainly useful, though it seemed a little... Dirtier than he would have liked. Why not the more direct approach? A little dodging, a little sleep, and a little dream.

Dreams, invincible, fairground for all? Where they not? Well, no... But who cares? Why he could actually get the dream to just look and feel like this place, sure in heat of the moment the boy wouldn't even notice the transfer... That was... If the boy even attacked... Maybe a push? "Something happened? Losing to Emilio? Again?"

It was a guess, he really had no idea... But if Emilio felt he could beat this boy so easily, and he trained Emilio to be such a good fighter... Usually the losers were so easily picked on... Almost like careless sheep trying to prove something, little heroes searching for strength. The losers weren't the heroes in the stories, no... It was those... Shining brightly in the light, not wondering in the dark lost... murdering those in the shadows with no care in the world.

The boy's eyebrow furrowed, was it that hard to understand? Or was it just that crazed? Never know, it was like something tasty. Naturally you enjoy the taste of food to eat more, yet does it not make you eat too much? Was Light or darkness the same? Both you need, but too much is bit unhealthy and foolish?

He watched the boy closely all the little quirks and reactions, while he knew nothing of went through the boy's mind, it did bring a slight joy he was getting better at reading the boy... or was that just the armor showing more and more cracks? One can never tell anymore, almost like a memory.

Mmmm? The boy was suddenly drawing himself up? Why look there, a sweet frown on his face. Good times, ahh good times. What was he talking about? Why... Everything! Anything! Haha, how little he knew... yet how much? before he could take any sort of action the walked suddenly closer, just basically outside striking distance... Too bad... for the boy, Nagi pride himself on his agility movement skills.

The boy asked what was he wanted..? Well, not even he knew any longer. He had no real freedom, just to follow and protect her. Quick without the boy even noticing he hit a pressure point causing the boy to fall into a bit of slumber, so the real fun begins? Quickly Nagi moved into the boy's head to create a scene much similar what they had just felt and seen, only instead of what was actually happening in the real world Nagi was still apart from the boy out of striking distance. If anyone was to pass by, the would see two young man asleep in the courtyard.

Still in original position, still same lighting and air... Nagi still standing across... He still lost in thought, nothing that of a dream. With a slight sigh Nagi decided to answer the honest truth or was it really a lie? "Not what I want, but what she wants. As mere servant I have no wants." He paused before continuing, "what she wants... Is you..." His eyes went a bit sharp, though he made no real action to attack, merely spoke dramatic words. oh always with the dramatic words.

His eyes went softer again, "Will you not tell me your side of the story?" He suddenly sat indian style down on the cold ground, damn he was doing it again... That need to procrastination on his job, it was almost addicting. He could just feel that damn brand burning telling him to stop messing around, to take them down... All of them. Course' this was all his imagination, but where imagination comes from, there is but truth behind it.

Mmm? such a strong reaction, so weak in your own shell? Really? Is there not a better place to play? It was fair-game, was it not? He watched the boy curious, pulling at his feet almost like a little child at a carnival. What was it going to? What are you going to say? The he asked why she chose him, why must they always ask that? Almost like they're scared to be chosen for anything. No wonder the light used them so much, such weak saps who never believe in themselves, so easily pushed around to do its dirty work. Why, how could he not know how he was destined for greatness? Well... Then again... Compared to his protege? Was he really?


Then of course' there was that that over reaction to simple home life question. Why was a good normal conversation so wrong? Why he himself had two caring parents, came from a pitiful boring world, the ability to travel made things so much more fun. Now why did he care? Really, the boy had to ask? Weakness, obviously. Though there was a little fact that this boy was losing it, completely losing it won't help anything what-so-ever...

Why he would get so consumed by his own darkness, there really was no point in Nagi even being here... Where was the fun in that? Practically made his job useless, see Emilio it makes a difference. There was no point training students from young age who are already heading to their own darkness. Why they just wondered there on their on with no push or pull. Then of course... There was this little sudden tantrum, he had to take the damn responsibility if the kid lost it. Ugh, why couldn't his mistress stay away? With her beautiful, magnificence wondrous, just ugh. Now, if the boy was to go berserk or some other nonsense, how will it help anyone?

Light could really really pick'em, almost waste of strategy and time. Or was it really all to make those who are bright, shine even brighter than before? Ha! It was all a game wasn't it?! Create darkness around the light to make the light stronger, while at same time controlling that darkness. Oh! Hoho! It certainly knew how to play into the hands of order and "balance". It wanted total control without anyone even noticing, all a little game of "fate". But you see, that was not going to work, not with the darkness true ruler active.

The boy threatened with a question? That he had a right to ask Nagi a question? No! this is not how this was going to be played! This was not part of the rules of the game, though while this agitated nagi, it really seemed to bother that damn boy. The boy suddenly came toward Nagi planning to grab the heartless by the collar, a rather slight boring move really. Almost like he was desperate, oh how nagi wanted to smile a bit crazed smile.

Slowly the boy took a large deep breath, then began drawing his hand back. Nagi raised an eyebrow slightly not impressed, his eyes once again spec with bits of red, "Done?" He asked in a calm almost deathly voice before deciding to speak again. "Now, sit. We both seek answers, let's get down to business." He waited few seconds before speaking again, "It is still my turn as you did not actually answer the question. Want to know about my Master? Want to know what she is really after? Well answer my question, and honestly."

He waited calmly for the boy to reply, if the boy planned to attack he would just hit a Nagi that'll turn to smoke and vanish as if defeated. Though, that was really just beginning if he so choose this path. A rather rockier, less calm path, one requiring fighting. Nagi rather disliked pointless fighting, though he did find quite bit of joy screwing those who wanted to fight.

He said not a word, nor had any real reaction to the boy's story. It finally ended, it seemed the boy was worn out from it all, such a pitiful fate really. Well with all the information given, he released a sigh before picking himself up. He held a hand out for the guy to help himself out, at least it seemed to calm done just a bit.

After offering hand, whether the guy accepted it or not, he soon after placed his hands into his pants pockets. He acted unsure on what to do next, though he knew it was time to fill in the information. Again he released a heavy sigh, before looking at the boy a slight kinder smile than before on his face. The specs from his eyes vanished leaving only a calm yellow.

"My Master wants to prevent further spread of the heartless sickness. She needs those who have strong hearts wielding keyblades to help fight it, not only to free worlds, but to stop the spreading. Her main goal is to restore the true peace that was broken hundreds years ago during the keyblade wars. So that there would be no more out of control heartless tearing places apart without a thought." He paused looking around as if slightly guilty at his species and his own actions, "We're not all completely bad. You know. " he paused as if lost in thought of past memories of his own people, "there are others who are actually kind and gentle, even go so far as across the universe to find a new place to call home. Don't judge them for my own actions, or those trapped in the Heartless sickness form. Though, I am so lowly creature of evil. I will take my leave, sorry for what had happened to you. 

He gave another guilty sigh before starting to walk away, his should slumped like he was in utter defeat. All he honestly could think of was what his Master really planned to do to achieve her ultimate goal. While what he said was "technically" true, some of it was "technically" not completely true. She wanted to revise the world, mainly to rule it, but she wanted to revise it. He didn't know where she had been in the past years, but something horrible must have happened by the sudden growth of these creatures, something had made her lose control... Whatever it was, it was to be blamed, it was the true enemy in all this.