KH Fan fiction – On the Crossed Path #2

On the Crossed Path의 2장. 각 장은 독립적인 one-shot내지는 drabble이다. 여기까지가 현재까지 완성된 분량. 2장은 youtube에 올라왔던 모 KH2 MAD무비에 사용된 곡에서 착상한 것이다.

On the Crossed Path

Disclaimer: I don’t have anything but my OCs.

Warning: Possible Grammatical errors, Typos, and Etc. And sometimes, they are out of character.

Authoress L’s note: Collection of one-shots or drabbles. Several various OCs(mostly nameless) will be involved. And sorry, no real pairings!

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- 2. Number IX: Pretending to be Happy

  A man in black hooded coat stood on the street of a town. He looked around for a while, then found a small house near the end of the street. He stopped before the closed door. It seems there was no signs of any life in that house. He knocked on the door, but no one’s there. As he touching the doorknob, an elderly man passing by him, turned his face to the man in black coat, said to him.
  ”No one lives here now.”
  ”What happened to the people lived here?” He asked.
  The elderly man answered: “They were all dead when dark creatures attacked this town. It was years ago…”
  Several years passed… He dropped his head. The elderly man walked away, murmuring something. The man in black coat opened the door-the door was not locked-, and stepped in.

  Inside of the empty house, he sat on dusty couch, looked around. As the old man said, there was no one.
  He took off hood,sighing, and summoned his instrument and weapon, sitar. He plucked its string for a while, then started to sing his one of favorite song.
  “I am really special cuz there’s only one of me
look at my smile, I’m so damn happy, the people are jealous of me…”
  It seemed the song cheer him up a bit, but he couldn’t feel it really. He shook his head.

  I can’t do this, man. I’m not happy.

  He stopped singing, put down his sitar. Brushing his blond hair, he stood up, and walked to the window, looked out on the street. Children playing on the street. They were laughing, happily. He closed his eyes. It reminded him something. Occupants of this house… he remembered them.

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  He stood on an alley, holding his sitar. Though it was an ordinary mission, it was patrolling, not wreaking havoc on this quiet town. So he just stood there, strumming some tunes idly.
  ”Hello.” A kid was looking up him and his instrument. He stopped playing, and bowed down to the kid.
  ”Is it a guitar?” The kid, was a boy about 7 or 8 years old, pointing to the instrument, asked.
  ”No, it’s called sitar. Got it memorized?” The man in black coat chuckled when he answered the kid’s question. Yes, that ‘Got it memorized?’ line was for certain red-haired comrade. After a while, he stopped chukling, stood up.
  ”What’s so funny, mister?” The boy looked him up, curiously.
  ”Eh? Nothing. Just…. Hey, kid, what’s your name?”
  ”What’s your name, mister?” Instead of replying, that boy asked him back. He took off his hood, and said. “My name is…..”

  He was playing sitar, and the boy was listening. After some minutes, the man in black finished his playing, and bow to the kid, smiling.
  It was twilight, and they could see kids stopped playing and head toward their house. The kid, also turned his body to certain direction.
  ”Are you going to come back home?” He asked to the kid, dismissing his instrument. The kid didn’t answered. instead, he poked one hand into the pocket, then took something out.
  ”What is this?” It was a candy. The man in black coat looked a bit puzzled.
  ”Daddy said ‘Do not talk to a stranger’, but since you are not a bad guy, and… I like your song!”

  ”Ah, thank you.” He took the kid’s candy. The kid smiled and ran to his house.

  Darkness already fell upon the town. He put on the hood, and strolled about the town. In front of one house, he stopped his feet. A kid he had seen before was there, with family. The kid’s father was reading some sort of newspaper, and the kid and his mother and grandmother sat around the table. They looked happy.
  He sighed, then walked away.

  That night, once peaceful town, was consumed by hoard of countless Heartless.
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  The blond man snapped out of his flashback. He did nothing wrong, he was just there. It was nothing to do with Heartless Invasion. Just unlucky, unfortunate. But why? From his non-exist heart, something’s popped out. Some random feeling. He couldn’t tell what it was.
  Out of window, kids were still playing, happily. And that boy looked happy when listening his song…. and with familiy….
  He picked up sitar, tried to continue singing, but the words didn’t came out, as if they were stuck in his throat. Nobodies cannot have feelings, eh? But this time, it was real. He was in no mood for singing, no mood for pretending to be happy.

  I am happy, I am good, I am…

  Melodious Nocturn hung his lead low, with depressed look, put on his hood, and walked out of this abandoned house.

  I’m outta here!

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Authoress L’s note #2: Inspired by Liam Lynch’s ‘Happy Song’. But I don’t want to change genre.