Riiko's Awakening Failed

[Roxas]

Riiko was thinking to himself quietly as he sat in the middle of a desert. The air was dry, but somewhat cool considering it was the middle of the night. The moon hung sheepishly over his head, and lightly showered his figured with a subtle glow. In a sudden movement, he pulled at the hair on his head and screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice carried off far into the desert. He wouldn't be surprised if it woke somebody up somewhere out there. He started to talk to himself, to make sure he could still talk.

"I failed the test. I couldn't even get a 'keyblade' or whatever he called it. I bet no one else who had the chance messed up like I did..."

He fell down and lied still on his back with his sword drawn. He had gotten it from that woman...Illixia was her name, he thought. The sword was his weapon now. He'd have to live with that. Just because all those keyblade wielders were running around didn't mean he couldn't beat them. He didn't know what it was about the blade, but he felt something strange about it. He was more than content with lying in the sand, for now. Maybe he'd get up when the sun did...or maybe just not at all.

It's not like he knew his way out of the desert anyway.

What a failure...What a waste of life.

[Magic]

[Hope you don't mind if I join this...]

Elita lingered among the cool sand, wearing an emotionless expression. She appeared weary and, if one looked closely, as though she was dead. Like, she wasn't quite there. That was true in some sense, she wasn't really anything. A non-existent thing roaming around the worlds. A memory.

She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and let a sigh escape her parched lips. She had been viewing memories that were not her's. Memories that longed for someone to take them in and let them thrive on though they had no heart to cling on to. Who was better than Elita to seek for such help? Her hazel eyes were peering at the moon that hung within the sea of stars before her beaming at her happily. The moon, she reasoned, had more emotions than herself. She was lifeless.

That's when she heard it. A large cry within the silence of the night. It would have startled any normal being, but Elita was not normal. She merely titled her head slightly and blinked, trying to find a source. She thought it came from the north of her. She got to her feet and placed an emotion she reasoned would be right for where she was. Her face showed a small bit of happiness mixed with weariness, though she felt no emotion for she had no heart.

She raced toward the source and found in a few minutes or so a boy sprawled out on the sand. He was not hurt nor dying, just laying there. What was the reason for his scream? Her eyes narrowed as she began her desperate search for his memories in which would reveal why he screamed. She shook her head, knowing she should say hello first before seeking out this boy's memories.

"Hello." She mused, her voice feeble. "Were you the one who screamed?"

[Roxas]

"Sorry."

Riiko didn't bother looking. He kind of thought he was just dreaming that someone was talking to him. Who would be out in the desert? Well, besides him of course. In anycase, he answered to whoever it was, and it was sincere. A sad sincere, but still sincere. He took in a deep sigh, letting his eyesflow downward and his eyelids narrow. He didn't plan on getting up, but he just sort of did.

"It was me, yeah..."

He turned his head slightly to the girl. There was something strange about her, but then again there was something strange about everyone. Especially in other worlds or something. He wasn't even totally sure what he was thinking. It was all a mess.