Chapter 7! w00t! Oh, and if you were wondering why sometimes the chapters are somewhat choppy and inconsistent, its not an accident. its on purpose :) ~Chapter 7~ Running down the stairs, and not paying attention to where he was going, Zexion slammed into a tall figure and was knocked down. He looked up to see Xigbar, standing over him. He seemed to be slightly amused. “You ok?†he asked, reaching his hand down towards him to help him up. Zexion took his hand and let him help him up. Then, he grabbed his hand and yanked him into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Zexion sat down, and Xigbar sat down as well. Zexion put the paper in front of him, and held the pen up against it. Come on, Zexion… he thought. Write…please write! But the pen in his hand wouldn’t move. Write!!! He shouted in his mind. Nothing. He started cursing at himself again. WRITE!!! Still nothing. He sighed. He needed to ask Xigbar about Braig. Then he had an idea. He pushed the paper and pen in front of Xigbar. “What do you want me to write?†he asked, confused. Your name. Zexion pointed to him. Xigbar cocked his head. “My…name?†he asked. Zexion nodded. Xigbar scribbled something, and pushed the paper back in front of him. XIGBAR He couldn’t read it, but he knew that whatever was on the paper, was Xigbar’s name. He nodded. Xigbar took the paper back. “You want to see my other name?†he asked. Zexion looked confused. He had another name? Zexion nodded. Xigbar scribbled on the paper again, and handed it back to Zexion. BRAIG Zexion couldn’t read it. The marks looked familiar though. Xigbar saw his confusion. “It says ‘Braig’.†He said. Zexion’s eyes got wide. He was Braig? Those dreams he had, they weren’t dreams…they were real! So…he did forget! Best friends… They were…best friends? He had to get Xigbar to remember. Did he forget? Zexion stood up suddenly. Xigbar stood up as well. “Zexion…what’s…?†Zexion then grabbed his Organization coat sleeve, and pulled it up to his elbow. Xigbar looked at him. Come on, Zexion thought, do the same thing. Xigbar shrugged, and pulled his sleeve up like Zexion’s. What is he doing? He thought. Zexion then punched Xigbar in his exposed arm—HARD. Xigbar stepped back, grasping his arm, wincing in pain. “What the smoof was that for!†He shouted, angry. Then, he pulled his coat sleeve over his bruised arm. Zexion then held his hand out, as in a kind gesture. Xigbar just looked at him. Shake my hand, Xigbar. You must remember! Reluctantly, Xigbar reached out his hand and took Zexion’s hand. He had no idea why Zexion was doing this, but he was trying to get some point across, so he decided to just go with it. After a quick shake, Zexion imitated what Braig had done to the boy in his dream; he used his other hand to pull up the sleeve of Xigbar’s outstretched hand to his elbow, revealing the bruise he had given him. “OOWWW!!†Xigbar yelled, ripping his arm away from Zexion’s grip. He was about to curse at him when all of the sudden, he remembered. He had done this to Zexion such a long time ago, when they were kids. He never forgot it, because it had scared him so much to know that Zexion was being hurt like that. Xigbar looked up at Zexion. “You…remember that?†he asked. Zexion nodded excitedly. He hadn’t forgotten! Xigbar smiled. His best friend was still there! He could remember! How he remembered that event was unknown to him, but he was happy that Zexion could remember. Just then, Zexion dashed up the stairs excitedly. He had something to do… +++ Zexion sat down on his bed. He took a breath, and tried to make sense of this entire situation… The dream he had was real. It had really happened. He didn’t remember it, but it happened because Xigbar remembered it. Also, Xigbar was Braig. He was a friend to the little boy. But… he thought… who was the little boy? Was it… he? There was only one thing he could do: Since the only thing that he could somewhat remember was the story from his dreams, he’d have to go by that. He decided that, if he was to ever remember again, he had to find out why the dreams were happening, and why he could remember only them. He may not be able to remember how to read, but he had to follow the story. Zexion closed s eyes to think. Maybe closing his eyes would be enough to bring on another dream. “Find your voice…†Find my voice? “Who are you?†I am…
Good!!!! I loved it!!! I still feel bad for Zexion....continue, please!!!!! *Sits and waits for the next chapter*
Thank you! :D I feel bad for Zexy too :( I mean, could u imagine waking up one day, and not remembering a thing? I'll get to work on chapter 8 a bit later. I *HOPE* i can finish this story today, so i can start another one when i go back to school, i dont leave people wondering what happens at the end
NOOOOOOOOO i can't wait for the next one *trys to sit still* so sad but such a good story, you rock :D
