A Nightmare that goes on [closed/Milo]

Ouch! That hurt! calling him out like a coward? He was no coward, how dare his protege call him such a thing! No! He was free! He did not just "serve" her! "Take that back!" he growled eyes flashing red no longer holding back his feelings.

Well Milo lived up to his expectations, though everyone in the long run... in a way did? It was slight depressing really, once you live a few hundred years people become almost a little predictable. Just too bad there was never anyone who broke those expectations... Actually succeeding in what he wished they could do... To just allow him to be a little bit of an optimist.

Quickly the boy charged, such intensity! Why how long it had been! He had slight difficulty keeping up, but still he just defended... Even if there were some, even rarely, opportunities of an opening. HAHA! Mistake! Why big mistake?! What was this fool talking about! Why he seemed such a high of talent it was such an amusement... Why Nagi even let that that little smile of his slip from the mask he wore in the light so long.

The question was, how long with the boy keep this up? Was it best not to just leave? He did have an appointment though, it would be sad to miss it... With the mind games that one kid played. Why speaking of mind games... Time for a bit revenge on calling him a servant, a creature enslaved, a COWARD! "Heard of a boy called Mikhail?" Let's see how he responds to that! He never saw the boy in milo's dreams, heck he didn't even know if Mikhail was a keyblader. But hey, his protege if anyone would know the truth.

The boy suddenly attacking, probably figures Nagi was just defending. Something the two had worked on for years, it was actually almost a small game. He watched the boy closely, he began wondering what the boy planned to do now. Suddenly he began to chuckle...

Well this was quite a reaction, Nagi raised an eyebrow with curious as to the reason the protege suddenly bursting out laughing. At first he began to question if that one kid was even a keyblader, till suddenly the boy began to talk on how far Mikhail had to go. Well that was quite interesting, so the boy was a keyblader. He would certainly use that against the boy if they meet this night, might make their little mind games more fun. Though the boy must be new to his keyblade duties, mmm the boy must not have been very bright venturing around Traverse Town at night... with what Emilio explained as his low skill levels.

With the laughter dying out the kid began walking away, well that was a turn of events, yet... It was quite an improvement from before, Nagi felt slightly accomplished at just what had happened. He leaned against the dream tree wondering when and how the next time they'll meet. What would happen?

Should it go back to nightmares? maybe so, though may not be as effective as before... Oh well he had many days to decide the next course' of action. Deciding it was time to meet that other boy, that keyblader. Too bad for him his fate wasn't quite so ready for him to slack off messing with Emilio. Why if only he knew, it was not Mikhail he would end up meeting, rather her...

Nagi has been a bit preoccupied of late, all related to Mikhail and "Milo" nonsense. Now that he has finished up his little "informant" mission, he was a bit aggravated and was seeking counsel with his favorite Somebody in the worlds. It just so happens, he was lucked out... The boy had fell asleep, Nagi knew nothing about the mission and probably would have cared if he did.

Entering the dream, it felt darker... Like that of nightmare more so than actual "dream". The dream itself was a dark enclosed tunnel, with three doors. What? Was this? The boy stood in front of the door, every sense sent to Nagi felt like the boy was fighting a mixture of confusion and fear. Nagi himself was standing behind the boy deeper in the dark tunnels. Though he arrived after the boy had looked for the fourth door, something he was unaware of.

The boy began to reach for the middle door knob, the hand hovered on it indecisively, finally hesitation ruled and he pulled it aware. Another wave of uncertainty and fear went through the dream, what was all this? How did this come around? What had happened those days he was busy, Nagi could not help but wonder.

The boy stepped away from the doors all together and just stared waiting for it to be over. What was this? This was not how you were suppose to act, one ones not simply wait for things to be over. This was not the boy he knew. Finally getting tired of this little charade, whatever it was, Nagi began walking up behind him. It was rather normal walk, not creeping nothing particularly sadistic or cruel.

Reaching the side wall, he leaned on the boy's left side, on his own left-side facing the doors. "Well, well... Something must have seriously happened to you, to cause this sort of hesitation." His voice sounded quite disappointed to a point, almost mocking that he wasn't part of whatever had happened. Though at same time, was it because his disapproval of hesitation in the boys actions?

With a sigh, he lifted himself off the wall getting closer to the boy. "Care to explain?" he asked not particularly caring if the boy "care" to explain, it was more of a threat for explanation.  His stance was legs spread out, regular typical dark clothing of choice, and eyes were of more smoothed neutral yellow.

It looked, it felt like the boy had wanted to answer, was going to answer. What was it that caused such hesitation? This coming from the Emilio he had grown to "care" for, was not something he rather liked. It reminded him the same sort of sensation he had toward Lilith, he rather disliked that. It was a great weakness, one that should never have to deal with. This only made his already irritated self grow more irritated, he would take action if he had to, not for Emilio more for himself.

Of course it didn't help any the boy told him he was making it harder, what was behind those doors? He, was making it harder... The thing the boy feared behind those door, was greater than anything ever he pulled? What was it? Maybe it was a life choice? Maybe it was related to himself visiting the boy? Just what was behind those doors? It could absolutely be anything in representation of anything, this was the dreamworld, after all.

The doors themselves should be opened by the dreamer, it was only fair, yet he so wanted to open one just to see what lurked behind them. Nagi had it placed were the boy couldn't wake if whatever it was that was behind the door should wake him. Course' death would just be a reboot at starting point, like he would actually let the boy die in the dream? Nobody should ever die in their dreams, it was but their dreams. Now, trapped in a coma forever, then die once starving or dying dehydration, that was a different story. I am merely exercising my liberty." he said plainly but their was a slight hint of discomfort in his words, as if it was only partial truth.

He drew closer to the farthest left door, taking a closer look at all the little nicknack flaws. Where did such a door come from? It was ancient, and there was three similar? Was this dream creation or a memory? Should he touch it, the boy seemed to fear it so strongly. "I could help if you let me. With this little problem, whatever it is." he said slightly lost in thought trying to figure out the puzzle in front of him. Eventually he turned his back to the door to face the boy, he hand he was slightly trying to hide flashed the brand for a split moment.

The answer wasn't quite something he had expected, so intense and detailed. He listened to every word, so it was a memory. It must have been one of those "keyblade apprentice" missions, the sort that cleaned up worlds. The world chosen must have been quite a world, so many, he never heard of a world with three doors. In all his years of living...

He sat there thinking trying to recall any sorts of worlds that had choices as a huge major point, nothing came up. Then it occurred to him, there was a place, though... Why would anyone ever want to be sent there as a mission? Maybe the boy was somehow dragged in, had to break free? What happened these past days he was gone?

While he was lost in thought, the boy had regained the willpower to try and open a door again. Considering the consequences Nagi couldn't quite blame him, he would rather dislike falling and nearly dying from said fall. Just what world was it? Still lost in his own thoughts, the boy suddenly grew agitated and turned on him. Oh? The attempt fell? How sad.

Pulled from his thoughts, still agitated from before he accepted all the anger heading toward him. The anger... It felt good, really good. Maybe if he was lucky the boy might actually try something foolish like try to punch him, or even attack. He turned to face the boy now closer to the fading blue door. "This is all on you, I have done nothing but moved from point A to Point B."

The protege's  frustration grew stronger, that was pleasing very much pleasing to the sadistic heartless. The pure chance that someone was dealing with more amount of anger, lessened his own anger. The emotions seemed to grow swirling, all in a flavorful pie of dreams. The boy was losing it again, the sad part, Nagi did nothing. It was just cruel, none of this hitting the boy had anything to do with him, it hurt his poor little demonic heart.

Finally finished with all this little show of weakness, the boy had summoned the keyblader, very same keyblade that Lilith was threatening toward Nagi for letting go. He absolutely held no ill feelings toward the whole situation, it was merely one of many choices he did not care he had made or the consequences of those choices. The boy reached toward the door of his choice, turned the knob and allowed it to open up. Nagi sometime had moved closer to get a better look, not really using his powers to quite cheat. Maybe it was the whole mesmerizing of the dream that made it so intriguing? Though once the boy stepped in, once the boy felt foolish upon himself, Nagi felt a sudden movement that wasn't right. That was almost too destructive in nature, like something darker than he had come up with ever since meeting the boy.

Instantly he rushed break into the room, passed the vanished wall through the door... Ending up right inside the room as the creature, he didn't even know what it was or even what to call it. The very fiber of the creature reminded him of that other creature he had met before, that cannibal thing... It was choking the boy slow painful choke, purposefully enjoying the kill like it ha all day. It was a scene of true horror, Nagi knew it was a Nightmare though sometimes nightmare could tear souls apart, it was the very essence that his old people lived for. Eat those nightmares, to eat the dreams. Just as the boy's life slipped to the very edge turning dark, nagi picked up the keyblade with complete ease instantly killing the creature consuming all its power.

The taste of the creature itself was invigorating, reminded him of the days he depended on dreamers to survive, the days he loathed. The taste was absolutely glorious filled with power, fear, anger, frustration, abandonment, almost everything the boy had felt and more. Once the boy had "died" pursue in the dream, Nagi easily reset him back into the starting point without actually resetting the whole dream. The creature now gone, eaten by him, a pieces of Emilio. Eating in dreams was rarity for many reasons, one it had a tendency to end the individuals in a deep coma that'll eventually end their lives... Was not nearly as delightful as hearts, stronger the heart the more delight, dreams had nothing on hearts. It just was not as much fun to eat dreams as well hearts... There was a specific art to both, but just a different air, maybe it was because of his new origin versus old.

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At the reset of the dream, Nagi no longer holding or wielding the No Name and had black good stain in the middle of his shirt. He held that slight bent over right out of punching reach, but mocking ever so close, over the tear covered boy. There was a slight different air about him, something he really couldn't hide. It was stronger, his eyes a brighter yellow, it was obvious somehow the choice had made him slightly stronger.

After a few moments, he stepped backwards letting the boy have room to breath. His mind warping on around just what he had eaten, what had just appeared on the dream. There was only one place he could think of with doors, drops, and oddities like dolls. The sort of place one would trap another for slight revenge, legends of it passed around in whispers. He only knew about the place from a vacation day he ha Lilith back long ago... it was a day of toying with the creatures around, and 1 captee... It wasn't a particularly great place for a honey moon, it was quite exciting. he had to admit the very thought honey mooning there again made his whole body shiver anticipation.

None of that mattered now, what mattered was the boy was there. This was never a good thing considering how dangerous it was, getting trapped in a desert versus trapped in with monsters and mazes of unpredictability... Now, that was something else all together and he was not too happy about it. The worst part of it all, he had no say in it! Why he would have loved to watch the whole scene play out, maybe share some popcorn! His bright yellow eyes however quickly earned red specs as he spoke to the boy angrily. "What were you doing in that world?"