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Title: Imaginary Friend
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Word Count: 477
Rated: G, with some angst
Notes: The only hints of spoilers involve Antisora. Other than that, this is spoiler-free. Enjoy!
This Sora didn’t have to say a word. He probably could not speak anyway. This Sora could see through misty yellow eyes and touch with that wispy body that may or may not have been a brand new substance to the world, trapped in a purgatory between solid and gas.
This Sora understood. He listened to what Riku said.
Maybe that was the number one problem with this new Sora, this Antisora. This Sora sat still and listened and showed no emotion. Real Sora wouldn’t have kept still. Real Sora would be crying by now. Real Sora might hug his best friend and share some of that light Riku was so jealous of. Real Sora would have been warm and soft and beautiful.
But wasn’t that why this Sora came into being? He was Riku’s imaginary friend, to be simple. Riku craved his light. He fought and slept and ignored and thought and stood in the rain thinking of Sora. There was nowhere left to do so. Everything was linked to Sora now.
Antisora. Riku madehim it out of the darkness he had excess of. Not excess need, though. Not excess want.
Because of their shared paopu before the journey, Riku followed Sora’s heart around, even in his pod days, even in those complicated real-dreams—memories, whatever.
Sora woke. Riku was not there to see those big blue eyes open. He wasn’t there to laugh at Sora’s too-small shorts. He wasn’t there to smile and cry and say, “Welcome back.” He was instead simmering in a pot of anger, fight, and self-loathing, with two teaspoons of ground desire and a cup of milky tears. Simmering and talking to his imaginary friend.
Friend.
Sora had two that followed him everywhere; saw of his light what they had no right to see. They got to see Sora grow and win and smile. Riku felt when Sora cried and his heart lagged. Donald and Goofy got all Sora’s light, while Riku was force-fed darkness. More, more.
Antisora just stared and listened.
Riku’s hatred for Sora’s friends grew up, matured, and left the nest to pursue a successful career haunting Sora—the real, warm, flesh Sora. Any time Sora got close to his friends, it was another notch on the Riku Jealousy Scale, counting down until the product of his hate and fear and tasty depression recipes, his Antisora, overtook flesh Sora.
Possess.
Feel this pain.
Save me.
Antisora would return to its master, who wished, with all the shattered glass pieces of the heart he had left, that he could catch just the smallest whiff of the boy he loved on the not-quite-mist Antisora. But the light never survived. The light, like a big soap bubble on its plastic wand, wouldn’t make it in time, in time to show mom.
Antisora just glowed and wafted and stared and listened.
End.
If you notice any errors, please let me know! Thanks! :D
Title: Imaginary Friend
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Word Count: 477
Rated: G, with some angst
Notes: The only hints of spoilers involve Antisora. Other than that, this is spoiler-free. Enjoy!
This Sora didn’t have to say a word. He probably could not speak anyway. This Sora could see through misty yellow eyes and touch with that wispy body that may or may not have been a brand new substance to the world, trapped in a purgatory between solid and gas.
This Sora understood. He listened to what Riku said.
Maybe that was the number one problem with this new Sora, this Antisora. This Sora sat still and listened and showed no emotion. Real Sora wouldn’t have kept still. Real Sora would be crying by now. Real Sora might hug his best friend and share some of that light Riku was so jealous of. Real Sora would have been warm and soft and beautiful.
But wasn’t that why this Sora came into being? He was Riku’s imaginary friend, to be simple. Riku craved his light. He fought and slept and ignored and thought and stood in the rain thinking of Sora. There was nowhere left to do so. Everything was linked to Sora now.
Antisora. Riku made
Because of their shared paopu before the journey, Riku followed Sora’s heart around, even in his pod days, even in those complicated real-dreams—memories, whatever.
Sora woke. Riku was not there to see those big blue eyes open. He wasn’t there to laugh at Sora’s too-small shorts. He wasn’t there to smile and cry and say, “Welcome back.” He was instead simmering in a pot of anger, fight, and self-loathing, with two teaspoons of ground desire and a cup of milky tears. Simmering and talking to his imaginary friend.
Friend.
Sora had two that followed him everywhere; saw of his light what they had no right to see. They got to see Sora grow and win and smile. Riku felt when Sora cried and his heart lagged. Donald and Goofy got all Sora’s light, while Riku was force-fed darkness. More, more.
Antisora just stared and listened.
Riku’s hatred for Sora’s friends grew up, matured, and left the nest to pursue a successful career haunting Sora—the real, warm, flesh Sora. Any time Sora got close to his friends, it was another notch on the Riku Jealousy Scale, counting down until the product of his hate and fear and tasty depression recipes, his Antisora, overtook flesh Sora.
Possess.
Feel this pain.
Save me.
Antisora would return to its master, who wished, with all the shattered glass pieces of the heart he had left, that he could catch just the smallest whiff of the boy he loved on the not-quite-mist Antisora. But the light never survived. The light, like a big soap bubble on its plastic wand, wouldn’t make it in time, in time to show mom.
Antisora just glowed and wafted and stared and listened.
End.
If you notice any errors, please let me know! Thanks! :D
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Date: 2006-05-16 10:33 pm (UTC)"Riku’s hatred for Sora’s friends grew up, matured, and the left nest" {Loverly line, but is it supposed to be 'then left nest'? o.o},
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Date: 2006-05-17 03:38 pm (UTC)And you're totally right--I messed up that sentence! I've edited it though. Thanks for pointing it out! *gives you cookies*
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Date: 2006-05-17 07:50 pm (UTC)The basic plot of the drabble is refreshing and almost heart-wrenching for Riku, and I think you've hit the characterization straight on. Your word choice is mature and careful, and makes me insanely jealous.
It just clicks for me. Mind if I Memory it?
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Date: 2006-05-17 08:02 pm (UTC)Go for it. I don't think anyone's ever logged an entry of mine in memories. Then again, how would I know? :P
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Date: 2006-05-17 10:27 pm (UTC)Absolutely wonderful.