New Years - Maiya
Written For: Maiya Shiitsui
Request:
Category: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: N/A
Character: Zexion
Prompt: N/A
Rating: N/A
Pairing: N/A
Requirements: N/A
Note: As you can imagine, this was rather difficult to write for. XD
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My first visit to Traverse Town was not particularly memorable, aside from the fact that Hollow Bastion had just been destroyed and there was no steady beating of a heart in my chest. There were more than enough second hands placed around the smaller world to make up for the muscle, a gentle tick, every second, very nearly taking the place of the slow circulation with every moment that passed in which I stayed there. At first the change was subtle.
It never occurred to me that I had lost my heart; only certain memories were available at the beginning, and almost everyone around me was willing to take in a small, lost little boy around nine years old. Emotions were not something I had capitalized on as a human, and they were not missed during my opening moments as a Nobody. As the first year of my new life passed me by the memories did not rush to me as they should have. They were held back, almost as if their existence was supposed to remain a secret. Eventually, when I was around eleven, they did return and the thoughts of the other apprentices- and my dear, pathetic Ansem- began to plague my thoughts, keeping me from rational thoughts.
Another year passed before the others found me. By then the clocks had permanently taken over the beating of my heart, and only order would be allowed into my non-life. Psychology had become a sport instead of a hobby, and before long it was almost obvious without my mask that I wasn't human (because appearances fool people for the longest time.) Clock-making was my only true past-time at that point, and the steady tick, tick, tick of a second-hand was the sweet heart-beat that kept me alive.
Or, at least, as alive as someone without a heart can be.
Barig- or, as he was calling himself, Xigbar- asked me to join their numbers first. Shortly to follow him is Dilan- or Xaldin. He, too, was simple to reject. They had been glorified bodyguards, after all. What was my use for them?
Shortly after, Even- Vexen- requested my assistance.
The clocks needed me more.
Xehanort himself- Xemnas, though I knew he wanted nothing more than the sully our great master's name- inquired of me next. He was the easiest to decline, being a kiss-up in his earlier days. We had never been fond of each other, and it was an insult that after our mistake I would try to join him in another of his escapades. It just wasn't logical.
Besides; the clocks needed me more.
Eleaus asked, and suddenly things were difficult. A man of few worlds, Eleaus- or Lexaeus- had always commanded attention and respect from those he met, including me. Though he was also a glorified bodyguard he knew his place in the world. That he was asking of me to fill what could be mine was relatively simple.
The clocks, though- they needed me.
Declining was hard, but eventually they let me be, leaving the offer open.
I left with my clocks, which ticked all about in justifiable tandem. Little hearts, the lot of them. But hearts weren't perfect; I knew this.
They christened me Zexion when I joined, which I did on a whim when the clock-making ceased to amuse me. To this day there is a clock in the castle of The World That Never Was, recording every existing second of every existing day, almost as if to prove I had existed.
But that clock will one day, too, slow, break, and stop altogether as its center- heart- grows old and weary.
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Maiya doesn't have a Livejournal account, but she does have a FF.NET Account.
Happy New Years, Maiya, and I hope this coming cycle will be a good one for the writing spirit. ^_^
Love,
Besieged Infection
Request:
Category: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: N/A
Character: Zexion
Prompt: N/A
Rating: N/A
Pairing: N/A
Requirements: N/A
Note: As you can imagine, this was rather difficult to write for. XD
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My first visit to Traverse Town was not particularly memorable, aside from the fact that Hollow Bastion had just been destroyed and there was no steady beating of a heart in my chest. There were more than enough second hands placed around the smaller world to make up for the muscle, a gentle tick, every second, very nearly taking the place of the slow circulation with every moment that passed in which I stayed there. At first the change was subtle.
It never occurred to me that I had lost my heart; only certain memories were available at the beginning, and almost everyone around me was willing to take in a small, lost little boy around nine years old. Emotions were not something I had capitalized on as a human, and they were not missed during my opening moments as a Nobody. As the first year of my new life passed me by the memories did not rush to me as they should have. They were held back, almost as if their existence was supposed to remain a secret. Eventually, when I was around eleven, they did return and the thoughts of the other apprentices- and my dear, pathetic Ansem- began to plague my thoughts, keeping me from rational thoughts.
Another year passed before the others found me. By then the clocks had permanently taken over the beating of my heart, and only order would be allowed into my non-life. Psychology had become a sport instead of a hobby, and before long it was almost obvious without my mask that I wasn't human (because appearances fool people for the longest time.) Clock-making was my only true past-time at that point, and the steady tick, tick, tick of a second-hand was the sweet heart-beat that kept me alive.
Or, at least, as alive as someone without a heart can be.
Barig- or, as he was calling himself, Xigbar- asked me to join their numbers first. Shortly to follow him is Dilan- or Xaldin. He, too, was simple to reject. They had been glorified bodyguards, after all. What was my use for them?
Shortly after, Even- Vexen- requested my assistance.
The clocks needed me more.
Xehanort himself- Xemnas, though I knew he wanted nothing more than the sully our great master's name- inquired of me next. He was the easiest to decline, being a kiss-up in his earlier days. We had never been fond of each other, and it was an insult that after our mistake I would try to join him in another of his escapades. It just wasn't logical.
Besides; the clocks needed me more.
Eleaus asked, and suddenly things were difficult. A man of few worlds, Eleaus- or Lexaeus- had always commanded attention and respect from those he met, including me. Though he was also a glorified bodyguard he knew his place in the world. That he was asking of me to fill what could be mine was relatively simple.
The clocks, though- they needed me.
Declining was hard, but eventually they let me be, leaving the offer open.
I left with my clocks, which ticked all about in justifiable tandem. Little hearts, the lot of them. But hearts weren't perfect; I knew this.
They christened me Zexion when I joined, which I did on a whim when the clock-making ceased to amuse me. To this day there is a clock in the castle of The World That Never Was, recording every existing second of every existing day, almost as if to prove I had existed.
But that clock will one day, too, slow, break, and stop altogether as its center- heart- grows old and weary.
---
Maiya doesn't have a Livejournal account, but she does have a FF.NET Account.
Happy New Years, Maiya, and I hope this coming cycle will be a good one for the writing spirit. ^_^
Love,
Besieged Infection