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kh_drabbleTitle: Frozen
Challenge: [068] Time
Word Count: 553
Notes: After the final KHII battle, they waited on the beach for Sora and Riku, not knowing how long they would be. Mickey takes things into his own hands. A different (and most likely incoherent) ending.
"Time flows differently in Dark," the King said, after two days of waiting for their return. "It stands still there, so they won't age. But you will, and since we have no idea when the door will open again..."
In his gloved palm were three small glowing lights; red, green and blue.
"I'm going to stop time here. Just until they come home." The three lights, which were small winged ladies when she squinted close enough, were already taking off, spilling diamond dust along the mainland.
"Don't worry, they've had practice. You'll just sleep," the King said at her expression.
"When they come back... we'll wake up?"
"Sora can end the spell with his magic. A simple Stopga is all. I'll leave a message; he'll know what to do."
The fairies were returning, dropping final fragments of magic and light on the small shore animals before dancing over her own head. She allowed herself a smile, slowly closing her eyes -
But then opened them, suddenly, when she felt something touch her face. A hand, feather light, worn fingertips skimming down her jaw line. She stumbled back a step, her feet faltering as if she were tripping over untied laces.
That same hand reached out quickly, grabbing hers, steadying. Not the hand of any of Sora's old companions. Blinking rapidly, feeling as if she had slept forever, she quickly scanned her surroundings. The King was gone. She was completely alone. She tore her hand from the man's hold and he made a small noise in his throat.
"Kairi," he said, on the intake of breath so it came out like a dying whisper. She took a step away from him. The Destiny Islands were not very big and she knew everyone on them. She did not know him.
He took his own step away from her, the stricken look in his face made her wonder what exactly was playing across her own.
"I'm-I'm so sorry... Kairi."
His shirt was worn at the cuffs and was missing the second button. His pants were too long, trailing over his bare feet so only his toes poked through. Sweat clung to the light stubble on his chin from the tall afternoon sun. Hair, thinned with age, kept falling over his shadow smudged eyes; eyes that looked so famil-
Kairi tightened her jaw and refused to make a sound. A distant cry was clawing its way up her throat but she swallowed it back down. No, she told it, no.
"I never relearned it after Namine... I had to make it up, and I'm afraid... it took... a few years." He stumbled over words in a way he never had in his youth.
She used to picture what it would be like when he returned home. He would run to her, stopping short of an embrace (because that's what boys did). He would shyly pull out the charm she had given him and, with that perfect Sora smile, say I'm Back and she would reply You're Home.
Now that was just a fantasy. A torn, tragic dream that was blown away like sandman's sleep. And when he quietly handed her stringed thalassa shells, chipped and faded, she didn't have a reply for him. Because there was no perfect Sora smile on his lips.
Time had killed it.
Challenge: [068] Time
Word Count: 553
Notes: After the final KHII battle, they waited on the beach for Sora and Riku, not knowing how long they would be. Mickey takes things into his own hands. A different (and most likely incoherent) ending.
"Time flows differently in Dark," the King said, after two days of waiting for their return. "It stands still there, so they won't age. But you will, and since we have no idea when the door will open again..."
In his gloved palm were three small glowing lights; red, green and blue.
"I'm going to stop time here. Just until they come home." The three lights, which were small winged ladies when she squinted close enough, were already taking off, spilling diamond dust along the mainland.
"Don't worry, they've had practice. You'll just sleep," the King said at her expression.
"When they come back... we'll wake up?"
"Sora can end the spell with his magic. A simple Stopga is all. I'll leave a message; he'll know what to do."
The fairies were returning, dropping final fragments of magic and light on the small shore animals before dancing over her own head. She allowed herself a smile, slowly closing her eyes -
But then opened them, suddenly, when she felt something touch her face. A hand, feather light, worn fingertips skimming down her jaw line. She stumbled back a step, her feet faltering as if she were tripping over untied laces.
That same hand reached out quickly, grabbing hers, steadying. Not the hand of any of Sora's old companions. Blinking rapidly, feeling as if she had slept forever, she quickly scanned her surroundings. The King was gone. She was completely alone. She tore her hand from the man's hold and he made a small noise in his throat.
"Kairi," he said, on the intake of breath so it came out like a dying whisper. She took a step away from him. The Destiny Islands were not very big and she knew everyone on them. She did not know him.
He took his own step away from her, the stricken look in his face made her wonder what exactly was playing across her own.
"I'm-I'm so sorry... Kairi."
His shirt was worn at the cuffs and was missing the second button. His pants were too long, trailing over his bare feet so only his toes poked through. Sweat clung to the light stubble on his chin from the tall afternoon sun. Hair, thinned with age, kept falling over his shadow smudged eyes; eyes that looked so famil-
Kairi tightened her jaw and refused to make a sound. A distant cry was clawing its way up her throat but she swallowed it back down. No, she told it, no.
"I never relearned it after Namine... I had to make it up, and I'm afraid... it took... a few years." He stumbled over words in a way he never had in his youth.
She used to picture what it would be like when he returned home. He would run to her, stopping short of an embrace (because that's what boys did). He would shyly pull out the charm she had given him and, with that perfect Sora smile, say I'm Back and she would reply You're Home.
Now that was just a fantasy. A torn, tragic dream that was blown away like sandman's sleep. And when he quietly handed her stringed thalassa shells, chipped and faded, she didn't have a reply for him. Because there was no perfect Sora smile on his lips.
Time had killed it.
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Date: 2006-07-06 09:37 pm (UTC)Nooooooooo...
:runs away crying:
A very good drabble, but so sad! Good work using the idea that Namine never re-taught him the spell! Stupid King Mickey.
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Date: 2006-07-08 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-06 09:55 pm (UTC)*freaks out and runs away*
This is so upsetting. But I will try to overlook my emotions and give a coherant review. *sniff*
This is a very original concept, and well done. The idea about darkness being timeless... it's funny, because a friend of mine and I, just messing around with role play, wrote out a scene with Sora and Riku on the dark beach based on that idea, that time just didn't exist. So I sorta smiled when I saw that idea in your drabble :) Otherwise, I like the simplicity of your descriptions, and the last paragraph...geez...just killed me.
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Date: 2006-07-08 10:09 pm (UTC)Great minds think alike? I dunno, I think it's plausible that time doesn't pass there. From the cutscenes it looks like they are waiting there for quite some time, if you watch the tide. And then Kairi et al are all still waiting (standing, even!) on the other side... hmm.
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Date: 2006-07-08 10:28 pm (UTC)Oh, don't you dare ever not submit just because of someone else's. Ironically, I was going to do something ala Beauty and the Beast, but thought you did it much better than what I had in mind, so there you go, lol. (And I just realized I didn't leave a proper comment - I shall spam your inbox with comments from moi, sorry.)
But, yes. Thank you. Very very much.
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Date: 2006-07-09 01:09 pm (UTC)Eeee- poor 'kids'.
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Date: 2007-02-22 04:37 am (UTC)The language, the pacing, everything, just, wow. that is the only word I can use for it. The emotion you conveyed here. I'm tearing up. I am so glad I read this.
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