Watashi Wa Nisemono Desu

“Sora… You’re a good person. I don’t have to be real to see how real your feelings are.” He said it quietly, with a faint regret resounding in his voice, ironic. Then he turned back to the door, a last pause- to stay or go? To go was to leave everything that ever had or ever could mean anything. To go meant to leap unto his death. To go was… to go was to much. But it was necessary. To stay was to look into that boy’s eyes and be accepted for who he was. To simply real with no exchange for it. To be a person, to simply just be, and do nothing to deserve it. It hurt him, a strangulation in his chest where his heart, however fake it may have been, rested. And he could never bear that look of acceptance. No matter how hard he tried, he would never deserve that look. And knew this, and, ironically, he accepted this fact.
He turned toward the door, walking away, slow with an opaque regret that pleaded to him to wait, to stay, maybe someday, he could deserve it. He ignored the regret, though, biting back a sob in the back of  his throat.
“Wait!” The boy screamed after him. And he did. Everything inside of him was screaming to go, now. Even the regret. It was telling him to just run. To not look back, it wasn’t worth it. It would only hurt more, that tightness in his chest would only grow tighter. The burning behind his eyes would only burn brighter until he lost control and the burn became a wetness. But still he paused.
“Wait… don’t go, please.”
“Why not?” He asked coldly, only to keep his voice from cracking. He did not look behind him.
“You’re wrong. You think that you’re fake… that you’ll never be real, but you’re wrong.”
“Sora… I am fake. I understand this. I don’t see why you don’t. What do you want me to do?”
“I think you should come with us… Come back to the islands, if I ever find it. Everyone there is nice, they would accept you.”
“Would they…? Sora, tell me what would happen if I crossed my original’s path. You think he would just accept me? Hah… Fat chance of that, after what I’ve done so far.”
“What you’ve… wait, Riku’s here?!?”
“You see? At a single word, I’m forgotten. I can’t go back with you, Sora. I can never go there. Goodbye.”
“Wait!” Sora cried after him, and he broke, the salty cascade came crashing down, it’s dams snapped like twigs. He broke into a full run, desperate to get away.
He ran into the other room, and kept going. He finally stopped, sinking to his knees. It made it all feel so hopeless, and he failed to understand why he had done it. Sora had accepted him, ‘come with me’ he had said. And yet he ran. He pulled a card out at random. Twilight Town rested on it, innocently.
“Twilight… The path of light cascading from its mortar unto darkness…” he quoted shallowly. “Fitting.” He spat.

Riku turned at a quiet noise, grass ruffling beneath feet.
“You!” He cried, as he took a fearful step back and away.
“Me…? Who am I…?” He said quietly, guard at ease. This was not an attack. Not yet.
“You’re a fake. A copy. Get lost.” Riku spat at him hatefully.
“I am fake… A copy… Of course I am.”
“Finally, you admit it. I told you I was real.”
“I’m sorry.” It was the last thing he said before he broke down, and began a battle in the full knowledge that he could not possibly arise the victor.