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*siren's pull

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[It's been a long few days, back to back of work. He's caught naps in between but that's mostly it, and now he's just grateful that he has the rest of the day to himself. He pushes himself up the three flights of stairs through the store today, grabbing three books from the shelves without paying. He'll return them, he silently promises, as he trudges up the last few steps. He just needs something to put him out later.

He unlocks the door to his apartment and steps inside, dumping the books on the side opening to the kitchen as he shrugs off his vest.]

Ebony, come here, I'll feed you.

[Riku briefly ducks into the kitchen to put some fresh dry food in her bowl; he washes his hands and then walks into the living room, destined to flop himself down on his couch.]

Finally...

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[He narrows his eyes at the laugh.]

I mean it.

Then what were you trying?

I wanted to see your reaction.

And your thoughts?

Ienzo's reaction was better.

[his eyes narrow.]

Refer to his memories, then... and find another cat.

[He half-smiles.] I'm not interested in him or his memories. I never have been.

[he withdraws somewhat, fists his hand, taps his knuckles lightly against Riku's cheek. drops his hand, withdraws more, gives Riku's wrist a push - not exactly harsh, but there's a sense to it, get back in your own space.]

A strange choice of words, then.

I wanted to see if you would react, and you did. [he somewhat smirks lopsidedly, but doesn't step away.]

Hypocritical of you, you know. The three of you act like I'm the new Xehanort but then you all get upset when I even mention your Others. And you wonder how I feel.

[pushing steadily, then. not urgently, but a persistent, unvarying pressure.]

Xehanort lives in you. Ienzo died, long ago.

[he lets go of his cheek but grabs his wrist.]

He sleeps within me. I'm not your scapegoat any more than I'm your pawn or your king. If you want to punish someone, look no further than your own mirror.

You misread me. [calmly twists, working to lever his wrist out of Riku's grasp.]

Then what do you want from me? [he doesn't let go, tightening his grip only enough to keep him there. he's not going to hurt him.] Answer me.

Little enough - and not anything like that, not especially. [maintaining pressure. no violent struggle, but... maintaining.]

If you're looking for someone who is Ienzo exactly, you won't find him here.

I could care less about Ienzo or his memories, as I said. He's not here and I never knew him. [he lets him go.]

[not shifting away, but returning to folding his arms.]

Don't expect his reactions, either.

I was trying to get a rise out of you.

[eyebrows rise.] I think it may be time I bid you goodnight, Riku...

Go, then. Goodnight.

[raises his eyebrows. darkness billows up around him as he pulls up a portal and leaves.]

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