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Challenge: 195. Chance Meeting
Title: Give a Whistle
Words: 471
Notes: So I've been meaning to write this for a while but it always comes out a little differently than I'd imagined. Man, where is everyone this week? :< ::watches tumbleweeds::


It was one of those nights where the wind dies down suddenly and the air feels fraught with adventure. The moon lay low on the horizon, and the empty road lay ever beckoning them forwards.

Donald and Goofy were fast asleep in the tent they'd found tucked away in one of Sora's pockets. Usually Jiminy had no problem sleeping through Donald's whistling noises and Goofy's loud snores, but he'd woken up suddenly and found Sora missing.

He scanned the area. There was no sign of Sora anywhere.

"Sora?" he called.

A distance away, Sora sat up. He'd been lying down in the grass, stargazing.

Jiminy hopped over to him, relieved. "There you are-"

It wasn't Sora.

It was Sora.

He had Sora's eyes, and Sora's messy hair, and Sora's clothes, and then it all flickered like bad data on a computer screen and there was another boy with lighter hair, and white clothes, and an expression Sora didn't usually ever have. It looked cold. He didn't seem to recognize him at all.

"Sorry," the boy said flatly. "Sora's.... sleeping."

Jiminy jumped back in surprise, speechless. He knew he ought to go fetch Donald and Goofy, but for some reason, his feet wouldn't move. Something was bothering him, tickling at the back of his mind.

"You're the boy from the photograph!" he exclaimed, surprised.

"Yeah," said the boy, sounding equally surprised. "I'm Roxas."

Roxas reached past his pocket, and into Sora's, and pulled out the photograph in question. There he stood, next to the gang from Twilight Town.

"Well I'll be," said Jiminy Cricket, with a low whistle of surprise.

Roxas' expression hadn't changed, but somehow, it didn't look as cold as before. The boy looked a little bit lost, and unsure of what would happen.

"How did you end up here, Roxas?" Jiminy asked kindly.

"Woke up, came outside, decided to lay down here," Roxas said blandly. He pointed upwards, just as a shooting star shot across the sky. "I felt like watching the stars."

Jiminy frowned. "I didn't mean here, I meant-- well. What are you?"

Roxas shrugged helplessly. Again, it looked like fuzzy data washed over him, his hands encased in Sora's gloves and then flickering back. "I'm sort of... another part of Sora."

Jiminy sat silently for a moment, lost in thought. "Tell you what. Why don't I just keep this a secret for a while?"

"Maybe you should," said Roxas, with a ghost of a smile, and he began to fade away.

"Wait!" Jiminy exclaimed, jumping up urgently. "If you ever want to talk, just say Jiminy Cricket, and I'll be there. You hear?"

"I heard you," Sora said sleepily. He yawned, and looked around. "Man, what are we doing out here? It's gotta be the middle of the night."

He stumbled back to the tent. "'night, Jiminy."



"Thanks," said Roxas, quietly.

Comments

[iki-teru.livejournal.com]

SFDLIKJDF AAAWWW. That was so beyond in character for Jiminy. And such warm fuzzies. I adore the finishing line. Great job!

[schizo-niko.livejournal.com]

Oh wow! I just got a serious case of the smiles from reading this. It's nice to hear from Jiminy, who's usually MIA in fanfic, and aw, Roxas. All perfectly in character. Loved it!

[greedchan.livejournal.com]

;_; I want to hug that little bug.
Only... I'd squish him.
And kudos for Jiminy at all! Nobody ever mentions him. ;_; Even canon forgets about him most of the time...
:3 It was great!

[lettersandliars.livejournal.com]

Oh god, that last line killed me dead <3 Nicely done!

[tabitha-dornoc.livejournal.com]

What I really like about your drabble, is that so often the Sora-Roxas-Sora idea is examined after KHII, when clearly we should be seeing it before, too. Also, the tent tucked in Sora's pocket is such an original nod to canon, I loooove it.