Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

A/N: If it makes sense, it's not supposed to.

White Robe

What do you want me to do?

The answer is simple. Rehash the same story that's been told over and over again. Speak, murmur, cry, and stumble over my words so you have something to write down between those faded yellow lines. Am I supposed to feel something? Blah, this is boring. This is old. Give me something new, something worth living for.

They sent me here because they didn't know what to do with me after you fucking killed yourself. They think I'm traumatized or some stupid shit because I was the one that found your stupid fucking body hanging from the showers in the boy's locker room. They think I'm crazy because I laughed for three straight days after you died. Never even bothered going to your funeral. Why? What was the point?

I knew what you wanted to do. I knew what you were going to do.

In the crisp eve of the afternoon sun you told me:

I'm going to kill myself tomorrow.

I remember shrugging my shoulders and telling you I didn't give a fuck. You were just a quick fuck when I needed it. I didn't consider you to be anything special. I wasn't attached to you in anyway, why the fuck would I be? You were some stupid kid and me … well; I certainly don't see myself having any direction in my life. You were just something that came along at the right opportunity and I seized it.

Essentially, you were my toy. My lifeless little rag doll.

What do I care?

You looked up at me with those all too innocent blue eyes and told me that you wanted a different answer from me. What the fuck was I supposed to say? That I'd cry my heart out? That I'd miss you? Fuck that shit. You knew what this was; I made that clear before I even started doing anything with you. There were no emotions involved. I needed a bipedal cum dumpster and you willingly fulfilled that role.

You world was far from perfect. I knew that. I knew about your fucked up family. It was the classic, "my father is never around and my mother drinks herself into oblivion," story. So you thought you could kill your racing mind by numbing yourself in some other way. Yeah, if only you knew that that rarely works, kid. It only makes things worse. I've been doing it for too long and look how wonderfully I turned out.

Anyway, when you asked me again I stared at you for a long time. Your face was blank as it always was. Those blue eyes were always narrowed in misplaced calculation. Trying to see something that wasn't ever there.

I shrugged again.

What do I care?

After that, you said nothing else. Those were the last words that you ever said to me. You remained silent as you picked up and walked away from me. Almost as silent as I my laughter was when I found you. Almost as silent as I was when they finally pulled me away from your hanging body. Almost as silent as I was in those three days after. Almost as silent as I was when they dropped your body six feet below.

I guess I'll be ending tonight in silence, too.