So Long Goodnight (Sonadow)

Chapter VIII - Act II

"You know, I've been actually wondering where you live," the blue hero whistled as he feasted on the view of a wide, in vogue living room filled with furniture. "Didn't know you're living in a fancy manor!"

"This is not a manor, Faker," the ultimate life form corrected as he walked towards the kitchen with porcelain flooring. "All high tier agents of GUN are provided with this kind of housing. No rents. No taxes. No bills. Regardless of what they call as privilege, I still see myself out."

"How come? I could totally live here every day!" Sonic exclaimed as he collapsed himself on an incredibly comfortable sofa.

"You? Live here? All by yourself?" the red-streaked male mocked from the other room whilst looking inside a massive refrigerator. "I doubt you'd last a day. This place still needs to be maintained regularly. You're going to make this place reek in no time."

"Hey, I'm not that lazy, Shad," the blue furball relaxed himself, the peaceful atmosphere and cozy spot were undeniably starting to lull him. "Why'd you bring me here in the first place? Thought I was the last person you'd ever invite at home!"

"I figured you were starving after several hours of being out, knowing how gluttonous you are," Shadow leaned against the doorway. "Unless... don't tell me that your systems are slowly adapting to chaos and food is no longer a necessity to make yourself functionable?"

"Huh, yeah, actually, I don't feel hungry at all. Is that gonna be a bad thing?" he scratched his cheek as he observed his rival retreat back to the kitchen area.

The midnight blur grabbed two saucers from the counter cupboard where two ceramic cups were placed, "We'll see if you can adapt more. We'll stop forcing yourself to run in chaos once you get signs of natural complications. Coffee or milk?"

Sonic hummed for a bit before he kicked off his shoes to get in a more comfortable position, "Your call! Coffee, not as strong as yours. Thanks, Shad!"

"Of course, weak blend for the weakling," the antihero appeared in the living room holding two cups of coffee – a normal-looking brew and another one which looked like it had too much creamer and sugar. "Shall we continue the interrupted conversation?"

"There isn't much I could really offer, but if you insist, guess I'll have to go with the flow," receiving a slight nod as a response from the antihero, Shadow chaos controlled them to the rooftop, revealing a breathtaking cityscape of the Central City.

"Sick view, Shad! Didn't expect that GUN has some good tastes, considering the suburban ambiance!" Sonic happily sat down beside his counterpart and sipped on his caffeinated beverage.

Shadow set his cup aside, stretching his arms to his back to support his weight while leaning backwards, "It's the only thing they can do decently, but it can still get uninteresting."

A thick yet gentle quietude ensued. The mild, night breeze and the distant noise coming from the city being the only things making up the white noise; their quills almost intertwining from the whirring wind. The night was young yet the very city where they first met looked so alive as the two archrivals stared as far as their eyes could take them – sharing the silence which deeply meant so much for them.
Things seemed to be different, but it still felt like nothing had ever changed. It was as if what was hidden in the past only made its way to the surface and all their second-guesses were finally validated.

'The only assurance I didn't know I needed,' as Shadow would address it in his restless mind.

"You were lucky to have Maria," the blue hero almost whispered it was nearly inaudible. "When I was born in Christmas Island, I knew I really couldn't depend on the two people who brought me to life but left me all by myself."