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kh_drabbleChallenge: 109. loose ends
Title: Wanted
Word Count: 615
Notes: Well, I always wondered about Twilight Town.
No one knew what to make of the posters that had mysteriously appeared in the night. Three on each bulletin board, carefully pasted on, red crayon letters spelling out WANTED on the top of each one.
They had appeared on the first day of summer vacation, but it soon became clear that none of the students were responsible.
“It has to be a joke,” the shopkeepers scoffed, talking privately. “Who would actually advertise for hearts?”
But no one dared take them down.
-
A few brave souls came to the Old Mansion to inquire, and DiZ received them all graciously.
“I believe that nothing lasts forever,” he told them all, “and you may call me a nihilist if you wish, but I believe that I am merely being practical.”
He showed them a simulation of the beach, not too far away, looking just as crisp and clear as it ever did. “My theory has been put into practice in many such towns,” DiZ exaggerated – most people considered the Radiant Gardens a world, after all. “Having a data copy will ensure the longevity of this charming place.”
“So what exactly do you need from us?” a shopkeeper asked, suspicious.
DiZ smiled briefly, pulling the torn shreds of Ansem the Wise around himself, and said, “Your heart.”
Each one who came listened, nodded, and promised to think about it. Maybe. They would come back later, once they had decided. It was a fairly difficult decision, giving up your heart.
DiZ allowed himself the luxury of being more optimistic than he had been in years, and privately told Riku that it was, overall, a wild success.
Naminé, meanwhile, sat by the pods, and drew Sora’s sleeping face. To remember him by.
-
And they came back. They came back by the dozens, by the droves. Young and old alike crowded into the Old Mansion. By now everyone had heard the true purpose of the advertisements. They were just as likely to throw DiZ out of town as to listen to him.
DiZ accepted their questions with the same calm manner as the day before, giving rational, intelligent answers.
“Is it permanent?” asked a worried mother. No. It’s just a data backup.
“Is it harmful?” asked an elderly man, from the junk yard. No. Nothing will happen to you.
“So what happens if we do let our hearts become data?” asked Jessie, the accessory shop girl. “What happens to the rest of us?”
“You sleep,” DiZ said. Again, he showed them the simulations. This time, low murmurs went through the crowd, equal parts appreciation and wonderment and fear.
Three eager teenagers volunteered to be the first. DiZ regarded them with some misgiving, but finally agreed.
“Yes,” he said, “I think you’ll do quite well.”
-
DiZ watched them climb into the pods and fall asleep, as their heart transferred to data.
Dreaming, they did all the things they always wished they could do. They climbed to the very top of the clock tower, and didn’t fall. They ate all the ice cream they wanted, and didn’t get stomachaches. When Seifer and his gang finally showed up, they taunted him for having been too scared to come beforehand.
A blond haired boy appeared one day, and Hayner said “So you’re new too, huh?” and he forgot he had said anything the next day, because they’d always been there.
Especially Roxas.
-
When they woke up, they forgot anything had ever happened. Summer vacation was over, after all, and there were other things to think about.
The shopkeepers took down all the posters. “What a silly prank,” they complained.
No one ever saw the mysterious man in red again.
Title: Wanted
Word Count: 615
Notes: Well, I always wondered about Twilight Town.
No one knew what to make of the posters that had mysteriously appeared in the night. Three on each bulletin board, carefully pasted on, red crayon letters spelling out WANTED on the top of each one.
They had appeared on the first day of summer vacation, but it soon became clear that none of the students were responsible.
“It has to be a joke,” the shopkeepers scoffed, talking privately. “Who would actually advertise for hearts?”
But no one dared take them down.
-
A few brave souls came to the Old Mansion to inquire, and DiZ received them all graciously.
“I believe that nothing lasts forever,” he told them all, “and you may call me a nihilist if you wish, but I believe that I am merely being practical.”
He showed them a simulation of the beach, not too far away, looking just as crisp and clear as it ever did. “My theory has been put into practice in many such towns,” DiZ exaggerated – most people considered the Radiant Gardens a world, after all. “Having a data copy will ensure the longevity of this charming place.”
“So what exactly do you need from us?” a shopkeeper asked, suspicious.
DiZ smiled briefly, pulling the torn shreds of Ansem the Wise around himself, and said, “Your heart.”
Each one who came listened, nodded, and promised to think about it. Maybe. They would come back later, once they had decided. It was a fairly difficult decision, giving up your heart.
DiZ allowed himself the luxury of being more optimistic than he had been in years, and privately told Riku that it was, overall, a wild success.
Naminé, meanwhile, sat by the pods, and drew Sora’s sleeping face. To remember him by.
-
And they came back. They came back by the dozens, by the droves. Young and old alike crowded into the Old Mansion. By now everyone had heard the true purpose of the advertisements. They were just as likely to throw DiZ out of town as to listen to him.
DiZ accepted their questions with the same calm manner as the day before, giving rational, intelligent answers.
“Is it permanent?” asked a worried mother. No. It’s just a data backup.
“Is it harmful?” asked an elderly man, from the junk yard. No. Nothing will happen to you.
“So what happens if we do let our hearts become data?” asked Jessie, the accessory shop girl. “What happens to the rest of us?”
“You sleep,” DiZ said. Again, he showed them the simulations. This time, low murmurs went through the crowd, equal parts appreciation and wonderment and fear.
Three eager teenagers volunteered to be the first. DiZ regarded them with some misgiving, but finally agreed.
“Yes,” he said, “I think you’ll do quite well.”
-
DiZ watched them climb into the pods and fall asleep, as their heart transferred to data.
Dreaming, they did all the things they always wished they could do. They climbed to the very top of the clock tower, and didn’t fall. They ate all the ice cream they wanted, and didn’t get stomachaches. When Seifer and his gang finally showed up, they taunted him for having been too scared to come beforehand.
A blond haired boy appeared one day, and Hayner said “So you’re new too, huh?” and he forgot he had said anything the next day, because they’d always been there.
Especially Roxas.
-
When they woke up, they forgot anything had ever happened. Summer vacation was over, after all, and there were other things to think about.
The shopkeepers took down all the posters. “What a silly prank,” they complained.
No one ever saw the mysterious man in red again.
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Date: 2007-06-18 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-18 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 03:01 am (UTC)(psst, weren't you the one who was trapped in the light cycle games the other day? after the heartless invasion?)
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Date: 2007-06-20 01:28 am (UTC)Ayup, that's me alright ^_^ Any reason for asking?
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Date: 2007-06-20 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-18 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 03:00 am (UTC)Twilight Town is one of my favourite worlds ever, just because there are so many fic possibilities based on it.. theories, endings, "what happened during..", all of that. :D
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Date: 2007-09-01 11:48 pm (UTC)You just blew my mind right there.