Bab 1: Past the End
There was a sensation akin to drowning, a man was falling in a black void that lacked any end to it. His eyes were sealed shut. There was no way to understand what exactly the circumstances surrounding this man were.
Not even a god would be able to tell.
Like he was rousing from a dream, the man clad in deep-black clothes blearily opened his eyes and took in the darkness that seemed to increase in brightness. The light that shone in the area came from below; there was an extremely damaged and cracked platform shining a pure white light down below.
At that moment, his feet touched the bright platform. The amount of hairline fractures running on the floor increased with every step he took and his mind was hazy, not understanding where he was or who he actually was.
His mind was slow to turn on. There were too many cobwebs and the gear factories were too rusted too move. A voice rang out through this abyss.
"There's nothing left needed to do..." The black-coated man turned around him, the voice behind rousing his slothful mind. It's intonation was familiar...he should know this voice. The cynical whimsies inherently present in it, no matter how much its muted and dulled, is something that he shouldn't be able to forget.
Yet he can't recall.
"An infinite amount of time remaining as well..." The nameless man turned around again, trying to locate the voice. The person wasn't around.
"I know you can do it, so hurry up already. There's nothing like a door obstructing anything anymore." The platform cracked even more, the ominous noise heralding complete destruction.
Another man finally revealed himself. He wore the same black coat as the nameless man and was the exact same height—the two were complete mirror images to each other, yet their emotional states couldn't be any different.
"I did it," he stated simply. "You won."
The first man didn't understand. The second one just let out a soundless laugh, his shoulders shaking with amusement. He snapped his fingers with a bit of flair, livening up the place with three small pillars rising on the platform.
"Let's do this one final time, okay? You already know the deal. Well, you do, but the other you's still slumbering away like one of those sleeping princesses! Talk about high-maintenance, but I guess I do owe it to you for following me for so long." A sigh escaped his mouth.
The nameless man's mind finally started working again, which translated to him attempting to release a barrage of questions. When he found out that he could release no words, he merely sulkily looked at the familiar man before him.
The two couldn't see each other's faces as the dark hoods obscured any trace of their faces, yet they could understand what they felt. This was an empathy that went far past something that strangers should feel for each other.
The whimsical black-coated man just waited as three transient orbs of energy formed on top of the small pillars. The nameless man knew what he had to do next. This wasn't like the first time.
He instinctively knew that, so he went toward the ball of energy that aligned with his current state the most. Ignoring the orbs of both light and darkness, he went toward an element that was neither: Nil. His mind was beginning to work, his thoughts were arranging themselves coherently, and he it seemed as if he was on the cusp of realizing something.
He cupped that orb of energy with both of his hands and then it vanished along with the other balls of primordial elements.
A melancholy sigh came from the other man that was still present. "So, this you is really understanding stuff, huh. It's a shame that we'll never be able to talk to each other again, so I want to say this now while I still can: I'm sorry."
That mysterious figure didn't expect a response, but he got one anyway.
"No problem. I've always dealt with the weirdest stuff you gave to me anyways." It was emotionless and bereft of anything resembling empathy for another person, yet there was a sentiment akin to a memory pouring out in its most raw state from the nameless man to the other hooded man.
Recalling memories was too hard, so he just said whatever came to mind. It was those words that provided comfort to the cynic who intruded into the nameless man's personal nihility.
"Well, that's how things are supposed to be!" His cheerfulness wasn't faked in the slightest, but the next moment, he held his head low. He seemed to be the bipolar sort that flipped between cheer and somberness, but the whimsy never faltered. "Yeah...that's how things are supposed to be."
"It will take a while for this me to wake up, but the other me will come to pretty quickly. Life has treated me pretty roughly with a large part of my suffering being attributed to both you and me, but I don't really regret it. I was happy back then and that's all that really matters in the long run when life goes as long as it does."
The nameless man's cloaked figure became translucent. He was about to fade away from the area. There was one more thing that needed to be said.
"Farewell, successor." An all-consuming Light enveloped the cracking platform right before it fell apart into the abyss, swallowing both hooded figures and embracing them with its righteous warmth. It wasn't like the corrupting and comforting embrace of the Dark, nor was it like the unnatural and foreign tough of the Nil.
It was the normal Light of the day.
A hooded figure's eyes opened in an alleyway. There was first confusion, for he doesn't remember falling asleep in an alleyway. Next, there was a pervading sense of emptiness and wrongness outpouring from the man's core.
"Grrrrrrrrrrr...Arf!" Finally, he heard the sound of a dog barking and growling at him.
He subconsciously extended a hand toward it, noticing the dark gloves concealing his skin.
Naturally, the man was bitten. There was no sense of pain, but the surprise that should've come from a dog assaulting him was nowhere to be found. There was only a feeling of loss at knowing his emotional range was deader than a fish on land.
He couldn't even feel the necessary horror that should've come with the realization that he lost his emotions. Instead, there was only a driving curiosity that pushed him to desire where he was and who he was.
He couldn't remember his name or where he looked like. Stuff like names of people close to him and personal information were lost to him as well.
The dog continued to fruitlessly chew on his hand, its bite strength and sharp teeth not enough to pierce the skin, let alone rip through the gloves. The man who couldn't even remember his name just wanted to know why and how.
He stood up, the stray continuing to cling from his hand. The man pulled the dog off of him and set it on the ground before stepping out of the alleyway. His arms were dangling at his side and only moving along with the legs out of muscle memory.
His mind was more far gone than he could've expected considering he nearly forgot how to walk. He stumbled through the crowd of people in a city.
He didn't recognize the city he was in...
He looked at a window and saw his reflection. The clothes he was wearing was exceptionally familiar in a way that it poked and prodded at his head until it popped open and revealed what it was concealing. The man gained a headache and realized he was wearing that black coat from Kingdom Hearts.
With these clothes, the hollow feeling of lacking emotions, and having a damaged memory, the only truth is that he's a Nobody right now.
He would like to think of it as a pain, but he can't properly feel that it's a pain. There isn't a satisfaction from figuring out something either. He just internally accepted the truth and nodded to himself before pulling the hood down.
Some people looked at him weirdly, most likely thinking that he's trying to egotistically admire himself.
The neutral face that stared back at him also poked and prodded at his memory until it gave way.
"Ah," he sighed out. He knows this face. A character from a fictional series. The nameless man is currently wearing Nagi Springfield's body. The sense of wrongness or rightness from wearing a different body wasn't present, something most likely attributed to his current state: a shell without a heart.
No wonder why it seemed like he forgot to walk. Memories can disappear, but it's very hard for muscle memory to go away. He can't recognize this body.
But the fact that he was successfully able to walk without toppling over means that there's some muscle memory here somewhere? That's a mystery that gives the Nobody more curiosity. He wants to know the circumstances behind everything here.
He donned his hood again, not particularly interested in staring at a face that isn't his before walking off and trying to get a feel for the city he's in. Since there's two pieces of fiction that have been combined here, there's a good chance he's in a fictional world right now.
Maybe even a third piece of fiction? The only way to find out is to go out and experience his surroundings. What the man can tell is that it surely doesn't feel like Kansas anymore.
...No humor. He doesn't have a name and he can't find a joke funny. This is slightly disappointing, so he needs to temporarily give himself a name, so he can be comfortable.
Jack? No, that doesn't feel right.
Frank? Not that either.
Neither Jason, Todd, Michael, Harry, Tyson, Benjamin, Gerard, George, Kyle, Timothy, Larry, Paul, Richard, Vincent, Zachary, Xavier, Damien work. He can't go by what this face's name is either because on the off chance that he slips into the world where this person is from, there would be a lot of inexplicable things to elaborate on.
"That doesn't mean I can't snatch another name, right?" It should do fine for now. It'll be a temporary thing until he recalls his other name. There's no shame to feel either.
So, the name he ended up going with was Luxu. The man has a great desire and even an overwhelming hunger to figure out who he was and why he's currently in this odd situation, which satisfies the lust origin of the name. Plus that name was also used by someone who donned a black coat just like he's doing now.
"I'll use that for now," he muttered to himself. He ignored the fact that the name felt instinctively right to him for some reason.
"Luxu..." he repeated.
It's just wrongfully right.
Status Power Mingguan
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