A/N: Inspired by an Icon.

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Roxas was worse then mad, he was hurt . . . for a little while at least . . .

Being forgotten may seem like a good deal to some people, but those people weren't nobodies, destined to be forgotten, whether it was over time or quick as a flick. Even the dead had a better deal then they did. At least the dead where still thought of, still remembered, whether they were good people or horrible people. People at least still thought of them occasionally. The saying:

"Your aren't truly dead until you are forgotten."

Had a whole new meaning when it came to Nobodies. He hated Sora, more then even himself would ever know. Sora was the cause, every one missed Sora, every one wanted Sora back, so to them, he was only useful, worth remembering, as long as Sora was gone. It was then that they needed him. Him, not Sora, in order to bring Sora back, and he hated that more then if they hadn't needed him in the first place. He was an object, a thing, an inorganic possession that was used for another's own gain.

But more then that, he hated himself for being the copy, for being the reflection in the mirror not even worth acknowledging. It was through no fault of Sora's own either. Sora was the saint that could do no wrong, could commit no evil, and as much as it stung to admit it, every bit of it was true. Sora was everything he was not, and he was everything Sora wasn't. It seemed to matter to no one that no matter how much he might be similar to Sora, he wasn't Sora's twin. Their hair was different, Roxas's was lighter, it was blond and Sora was brunet. Even Roxas eye color was different, yet no one seemed to see that. He was beginning to fade already, starting to mix back into Sora.

Oh, he had meant what he said about still being here, he would be here, because he was Sora, just as Namine was Kairi. They would fade and become a part of their creators, essentially becoming their counterparts, cause really, they were their counterparts. Roxas was Sora and Sora was Roxas, and that's what terrified him the most. He would fade and then he would cease to exist, he would be Sora again and everything that was his would fade. He hated them with a passion, he hated them and Diz's words came back to him.

"Maybe you can give some of that anger to Sora."

His response to that still haunted him but he ignored it, soon it wouldn't matter anyway. Finally he could feel it start to increase rapidly, the fading sensation, it was like nothing he could describe. It was kind of like falling asleep, except that sensation was feeling more like it was forced then natural. He felt like he was sinking and as he did, one last thought came to him.

'So, this is where it ends huh? . . . No, I guess . . . it's just the beginning.'