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Sora.
The name Roxas often heard said behind his back. He had noticed that when his name was mentioned, Sora’s was not far behind. Who is Sora? he wondered, asking his reflection in a pool of water.
Sora. The name slipped past his lips fluidly, as naturally as if it were his own. He imagined what it would feel like to be called Sora. Would being called differently affect who he was? Or is a name just a word?
“Axel?” Roxas said, turning to his comrade, “why did the Keyblade choose me?”
“You can’t leave the Organization, Roxas,” Axel answered, off topic to the question.
“I need to know...”
Roxas paused, summoning the Keyblade. It dropped heavily into his hand and chimed through the tense atmosphere. Axel brought out his own weapons defensively, and heat radiated from his fingertips.
Much to Axel’s surprise, Roxas didn’t attack. He simply watched his weapon with a contemplative stare.
“Could you call me Sora? Just once?”
“W-why?!”
“I need to know.”
Their eyes meet, and after a hesitant “s” Axel says in a hushed tone, “Sora.”
Roxas nods. He understands now. He is Sora, and at the same time he is not Sora.
The name Roxas often heard said behind his back. He had noticed that when his name was mentioned, Sora’s was not far behind. Who is Sora? he wondered, asking his reflection in a pool of water.
Sora. The name slipped past his lips fluidly, as naturally as if it were his own. He imagined what it would feel like to be called Sora. Would being called differently affect who he was? Or is a name just a word?
“Axel?” Roxas said, turning to his comrade, “why did the Keyblade choose me?”
“You can’t leave the Organization, Roxas,” Axel answered, off topic to the question.
“I need to know...”
Roxas paused, summoning the Keyblade. It dropped heavily into his hand and chimed through the tense atmosphere. Axel brought out his own weapons defensively, and heat radiated from his fingertips.
Much to Axel’s surprise, Roxas didn’t attack. He simply watched his weapon with a contemplative stare.
“Could you call me Sora? Just once?”
“W-why?!”
“I need to know.”
Their eyes meet, and after a hesitant “s” Axel says in a hushed tone, “Sora.”
Roxas nods. He understands now. He is Sora, and at the same time he is not Sora.
For the 100 challenge going on at the 
fanclub. Theme 80. Words
I also used this fic for my 15flames challenge.
fanclub. Theme 80. WordsI also used this fic for my 15flames challenge.
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