A Nightmare that goes on [closed/Milo]

He watched the boy hoping to get some sort of reaction, just like that Mikhail when he first met that boy. Though what he had recieved wasn't what he really hoped for, or really expected. The boy seemed have taken his cruel angry words and turned on them, like a snake, like her. The very action made him take a step back of uncertainty, he was suddenly uncertain if what he had done was right, or if it could be rightened.


The boy then began to speak with a dangerous hush tone, the sort to pierce into the soul, his very feelings and words. While the words he spoke were completely true, they still hurt, still burned. He did all of it for the boy's own good, for his own? A heartless was greedy, selfish, and most importantly thoughtless of others feelings. These words shouldn't be piercing so hard, he should not even care how the boy felt, the more anger the better. Right? It was all a game, just a little game. All to rid himself of boredom. Right?

He was a heartless, so why did the words hurt anyway? It was his job to cause problems for others, to cause chaos! Why to watch the horror upon various Somebodies faces as they saw their fate flash before their eyes. Remind them what it meant to be ALIVE! REMIND THEM WHY EVIL EVEN EXISTED!  He was doing this to help them see the honest truth of darkness, versus the light. A reason why you needed the shadows to be happy. He wanted have the right to dream his own dream, instead of others. SO WHY DID THE PATHETIC WORDS MATTER?!


It wasn't a choice; it was a choice! There were things in play one silly boy could never fathom! Could never imagine! Why, even now, things were getting taken away removed, exchanged. Stupidly silly boy, wanting something as ridicules as... As... As a simple "approval"! There was never any good job, would never be a good job, it was impossible. There will always be more things to learn, more things to experience, always mistakes getting made. Eventually no matter how close one gets to success or true "approval, there will always be something in the path to stop it.

Why in the end why did it mattered? Any "true success" will always get eaten by darkness! For Darkness was wild uncontrollable, sure the boy cares no longer to be in it. But it will come! It will always come! Ever so close you come to it like a friend, you will always be a servant, in the end. Forgotten for twenty years, shoved aside even if it tells you, it wants you to be with it. A snake that only protects what it needs, when it needs it. ALL BECAUSE IT WANTS MORE!

Why was there even a point of even trying? Even now perfect silly bright heart, with a silly keyblade, was destined to fall. Ha! Ha! There was no hope! Fairy tales were a lie! He knew nothing about nothing, that was how it was. Why did it mattered? It didn't, never did, in the end he will just be a dream... A forgotten little dream, the sort you lay with at night holding tightly... Then poof, gone, barely even a memory. Why did it mattered? Giving into darkness like this...

Overwhelmed with anger, and deeper feelings of things he could never understand, he began to laugh. Just laughed, not quite abnormal laugh, just typical normal laugh. A laugh of confused sadistic feelings between himself and the boy. Why the laugh was so powerful, he began backing up to the side wall, slid down it as if weak in the legs. Tears came to his eyes from the pain from the laugh, or was it more? Once the laugh cooled down, he turned sharp red eyes to the boy, all deathly serious. "So glade you could share, are you just stalling? Is it that greater hatred of this dream, than of me being in it? Why don't you go ahead and open another door? Or are you too weak, depending on others for their approval?"

His mouth seemed sharply twisted, almost as if he was some heartless creature with no inner pain of the words. In reality, it hurt him bad, probably repeat in his head over and over for a good while. It wasn't his fault, he was never the father type, why he didn't even know how to show his approval. How does a shadow compliment the light? It is too busy gaping at the magnificence to care... Too jealous of its beauty and brightness... Too blindsided .

Nagi didn't care about the words the boy spoke, no he just wanted to get this over with. The reason he asked the boy to open the door, was mainly out of frustration and blurt of words. However considering the dream, a part of him wanted to know... Just what the boy was hiding behind the door.

It may have been a small part of him hoping for something more to grasp at, though he knew it was pointless. As the boy began to approach the door, Nagi had taken that moment to look at the brand on his hand. He rubbed it, a part going away, the power of a dream. Just like the power of a dream, it reappeared only brighter and stronger than before, even moved as it to strike should he attempt to try and remove it again. A power... of a dream.

With a small sigh of giving up on the invincible tattoo, he looked over at the boy to see him, once again hesitating to open the door. Almost as there was some internal instinct in the boy, to know just when Nagi was giving him attention, the boy turned to him face full of fear. The fear itself, wasn't as... Tasteful...as before. He was a bit too angry to even care about the boy's feelings, a bit too confused to even understand his own feelings much less the boys. All he could do was gesture for the boy to continue on, that they weren't going any where till he does. Maybe by this point it was a game of "how long will it take before the boy fails again".

The boy taken the action to open the door speaking out toward Nagi all at same time. Once the door knob was turned and opened even a little bit, Nagi could feel what lurked deep within the subconscious of the door's room. This sudden dark change pulled at his darker side, the one that rather enjoyed what he did each and every day. There was but one thought that could pass his mind, a large curiosity of "Ooh?". The boy's words seemed meaningless passing on by, not a word seemed to really hit Nagi. Why should they? He was a Heartless, and nothing more. At least that was what his dark chaotic reminded him, removing any possible questioning.


Once the door was open wide enough, a deadly shadow snake made its strike into the boy's flesh. Oh that was certainly going to leave a mark, a sly sharp grin began to form at this change of pace. See, this is what was so great about dreams, never know what lurked in those shadows of doubt. He should really ought to save the boy, just... He deserved it, it was what to come, the point he choose to dream this dream. Lucky for the boy, he would probably awake soon after all this; unlucky for the boy... There was no Dad here, or any sort of hero for that matter.

The door quickly slammed with a shut, as quickly as the snake dragged its victim away. All that was left in the original hall was a bit of splattered blood from the original bite. The fun however was just beginning, this was the boy's chosen dream, better see it through. It was his job after all. Slipping into the cracks of the door, he blended himself into the room. Then watched from the side as the scene played out.

Oooh, it was one rather enjoyable, extremely the best of the best. He no longer held any guilt of any as he watched to two selves go at it, why they both had it coming, only a matter of time. It was really the boy's own fault, he deserved it, shouldn't have done what he did. Foolish, that was what he had done was foolish. Though, did he truly deserve it? It was his own fault for dragging the boy down this hellhole, shouldn't have just leave the boy be.

Though the longer the little play dragged on, the more mixed Nagi had felt. The deepest darkest heartless part of him enjoyed the show, it was absolutely glorious. Why, it entertained him so much, he even began melting away from his little hiding spot behind the darker-side. A movement the protege greatly noticed, one he found absolutely thrilling. Why the protege showed everything that made Lilith ever so great, it pulled at him so strongly.

After a few moments, the real protege chuckled softly, kneeled next to the boy, eventually grabbing at the boy's hair. Any fool could see this was truly the dominating personality, that any other was merely a step to be stepped on. Why, it held such a pull, it was almost forgetful this was all just a nightmare. It began speaking ever so softly, like the cutting of a knife against skin. If it had never scarred before, it certainly did now, there was no turning back.

Why the boy could probably be taken away just now, but ooh... noo... Let him live with his pitiful mistake, why let him suffer this agony knowing... knowing he was just a foolish boy all along. Just like how easily he strung ever so closely to Lilith. Why! It was absolutely amusing how it all circles round and round, always ending in the same spot no matter the choice. Oh, how he loved it, hated it; adored it, loathed it!

The protege turned his direct attention to Nagi, oooh how he loved how that side knew... Knew... All along he was here, closely lurking. Hearts, hearts were stronger than dreams. His signature sharp sly grin crossed his face, there was no hiding his amusement. Oh no, he was practically drowning in the sadistic nature of the whole pitiful situation. "Why, of course' my son. Ever lurking, never fading." He made sure that the boy understood he would choose this thing over the boy, it was but fate. That much was obvious, the boy couldn't do the job he truly wanted, it was time for a more appropriate job.

A new dream, a new time of fun and enjoyment! This time Nagi had planned specially just for the boy, why it was a matter of a simple break. He was still particularly annoyed with how things outside the dreamworld were going, just sometimes the dreams should never end. Just too bad they weren't real.

This particular dreams he had cooked up just for the boy, speaking of cook up! A little Ol' cake for the boy! It was fake, but hey still tasted and looked like marble vanilla and chocolate. Why with all these terrible experience, it was time for a bit normalcy. It may have not been his fault completely the boy was dragged into this. Okay, it was, but whose counting?

The day was quite special for the boy, it was that time of the year. The one he oooh... so deliciously on occasion forgot. Why, he just loved see the boy squirm wondering if he remembered. He did, but he was a heartless why would he willingly celebrate such a day each and every year? There was eternity of birthdays, they were less of importance with immortality. If all went as planned, he doubt the boy would care for such silly days either.

Why the whole celebration was silly, it was well.. Celebration of living another year, it was practically admitting the weakness Somebodies have. Wohoo lived another year, pathetic. It wasn't really that great of a holiday, it was like... well.. Just a day, a foolish day, you believed you have foolished been born. What was the point of getting born into this hideous heinous world, so selfish of the parents. If he was a parent, ha like that could happen, he would just live the day normal as it could be. Not like he expected his son to celebrate anything so ridicules.

He sat on a bench with the big white box, large enough to hold the dream-made cake. The area was rather simple and straight forward. Two large trees, both providing shade for the table and cake, then nothing but endless grass. Why if one was to start walking, they'll just reappear at the bench, absolutely no where to go, nothing to see. It was actually a bit boring in that tranquility style.

Once he was aware the boy was there, he spoke in a rather complicated joyous taunting voice. "Why hello, had a nice little sleep?" He held onto the box like it was precious, that smirk of his slapped upon his face.

The boy come in, well ain't he just a party pooper? Why the first thing he did was say go away, was that anyway to treat a friendly long lasting mentor? The one who always there lurking in the dreams each and every night. Why the world was filled with a busy schedule, destroying worlds and all that, not that he truly cared for any of that.

That was all the boy wanted to do? Was not talk? Well there need not be talk, actions speak louder than words anyway. Let's play a little game, enjoy the small game. See the game so to speak... Hmm how about, the "quiet game".

He got up, walked right over to where the boy had laid down. Looked down on him, well ain't this going to be a fun little game? He sat down on the ground next to the boy, eventually laying down next to the boy. He stayed probably staring at the sun, before the dream changed over to fake little stars... Why fake little stars that oddly looked familiar in some world for whatever reason.

He probably laid there staring at the stars, a smile spreading creepily on his face. He had had all day and night, did the boy? Eventually growing a tad bit extremely bored and impatient, he turned to get a better look at the boy. He just laid there, staring at the boy, not saying a single word, not really making any movement. Just waiting for some sort of amusing response. Who would wait patiently the longest? Who would lose the "quiet game"?

The white box, still sat on the table, all abandoned... Too bad it was such a lovely nice cake, the boy really ought to open it up. Make this dream end a lot sooner, more rest that way. But hey, he wanted to play.

The time was ticking by, ever soo sloowly... Nagi was beginning to grow agitated at the silence, he was a jokester, a taunter. This sort of silence, he loathed it, absolutely the worst of the worst. It had to be done, it was a game, a game he must play, must win.

Right when he was about to bring up the cake, change the subject, break this ever living silence... The boy broke first! Finally! They could talk, finally something can be done! Sure he had years, but it wasn't like he wanted to waste the away lounging away. He wanted to LIVE his own life, not some old man's.

Rising to a better crosslegged sitting position, one that he soon floated and changed upside down for his own amusement, he faced the boy before answering. "Why with all the fun this past few times, it was beginning to become such a bore. Almost too predictable, if you get my meaning." He changed his position upright, and perfectly normal, minus the whole floating thing like a child playing with his powers. "If you want to quickly end this small slow pace, just go open the box on the table. After that, you can dream whatever your petty heart desires" He made a sly grin as if there was some sort of joke in all that he was saying. "Why I will even leave you alone for a few days."

The boy practically sprang up at the very thought of what could be in the box, weren't surprises always fun? After a gasp, it seemed that the boy stood stunned unsure what to do. After several minutes turned to the box he seemed to take over control again. The box was too white wasn't it? maybe he should have gone pink and poka dotted, didn't little boys like that now days? Maybe just a little bit more hip, than white?

After debating on changing the box color, the boy laid back down losing all interest in the box, causing Nagi to float back down staring in thought of whether it was the color or a deeper meaning. The deeper meaning showed itself when the boy asked if he actually choose the darkside over the boy, such a question.

Why the question held such a deep dark meaning it could be interrupted in soo many ways it made his very skin tingle at the thought. The boy could have meant the darkside as in Lilith, or he could have met himself, or maybe it was neither? It really didn't mattered, no matter the answer it was going to hurt, hurt so hard but taste soo good.

Still sitting on the ground crosslegged like a little child, his eyes grew a little brighter yellow, the grin forming, oh how even today he couldn't help it. Why the boy was just asking for him to do it... Dues were meant to pay as dues, a dew drop rolling off a leaf. "Why whatever you mean? Had I not already proclaimed him as my son? Or is there more to this as it were?" He gave a slight snicker at the thought of more, of course there was always more.