Wayward

XIII

Blue eyes set upon the bright lit computer screens as the sound of clacking rang in the air. Even while Roxas slept he could hear the keys clacking and sure enough, every time that he would wake up that sound would just be continuing.

"You damn kids ripped a hole in the world's natural protection.."

"Gee, it isn't like we meant to old man."

Traveling with unknown magic would mean accidents would happen and for them, it was being split up. Luckily it had been him, Seifer and Naminé. Of course, everyone was hoping that at least [Name] and Xion ended up together, otherwise... Roxas swallowed hard. No one wanted to think of what if everyone had been separated even more. 

The well-taken sketchbook laid out, once filled with beautiful images and sprawling thoughts was now a heap of a mess. Pages were torn, crisped edges that actually appeared to have caught fire, pages now missing. It broke Naminé's heart to see one of her only worldly possessions destroyed right before her eyes. 

Something did not sit well with the white witch. She's used the spell quite a hand times beforehand when doing small errands for Yen Sid and it worked rather well in the past. Often times she would end up directly in front of right near her goal.

Swallowing the lump in her throat Naminé began to flip through the pages as if there was a message or anything that could tell her what had gone astray for the first time.

"We're sorry, it isn't like that we meant to put the world in danger." 

Seifer found himself scoffing at the softness of Roxas' voice, the young adult was attempting to find some way to comfort or at least own up to their stupid mistake. But it wasn't like that they knew the magic would punch a hole through the 'world's natural protection'. How did worlds even have natural protections?

The older gentleman that was clacking away on the computer sneered slightly glancing at the shorter blond.

The clicking stopped suddenly.

Roxas never felt himself stiffen up so quickly when the older man turned in his chair to narrow his eyes exactly at Roxas. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention as if he was in a military inspection. The older man's blue-gray eyes, calculating and inspecting every inch of his face.

Hand raised and finger wagging. "Do I know you from somewhere..?"

Cyan eyes rolled as Seifer walked out of the building unable to deal with the smell of stale smoke, clacking, and the awkward computer man. Internally Seifer could admit that he was worried about you but using his voice was a whole 'another story.

Memories of the past were swimming in his head, all of his mistakes were a glaring spotlight. The moment that he was himself again he had seen the recollection in your eyes. Seifer's brows knitted in confusion while his eyes settled looking up at the sky. Did you know everything about him or only enough so that he was familiar?

What also troubled the SeeD mercenary what everything about you. Everything. He didn't know you not like the people that were in his memories. He simply knew you as the green as could be keyblader. Pinching the bridge of his nose Seifer began to fight the colliding memories. On one hand, there was his past life and then there was his artificial one.

"Who the hell are you?"

..

..

"How is It that you are even allowed in the castle?"

There was a scoffing sound a sucking sound that made air pop from the cheek.

The voice cold and slick that you could only envision even in the numbing dark was accompanied by a sneer and a glare of some sort. It made your skin crawl and honestly if your memory served you correctly there was only one person who could do that.