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kh_drabble2006-09-25 04:43 pm
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Challenge: [077] Martyr
Title: Victory
Word Count: 550
Notes: I'm fond of angsty writing for even the fluff topics. There was no way I could escape it for this one. Caution: SoKaRi love inside. Post Happy KHII Ending.
They stopped talking about Home ages ago. It used to keep them warm when tangled body limbs and heated breath against skin could not. The day Riku turned twenty brought the bitter comprehension that his teenage years had come to an end, and this couldn’t possibly be a childhood adventure anymore.
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The day Sora turned twenty they retreated back to the King’s home world. In the long hallways that were only ever filled with ambiguous space now, they gently clinked glasses of Cid’s homebrew. Riku let it burn a sweet trail down his throat, Sora tipped it back in one wide swallow, and Kairi stared at her murky reflection on the surface. They’d given up the pretence of separate rooms ages ago too, instead curling under shared blankets and melding together like the twisty smoke of Mulan’s fireworks.
Kairi grinned and mouthed the birthday song to Sora, words silent and imprinted on his skin where her lips touched the back of his neck. He fell asleep with her face pressed to his shoulder blades and his fingers resting on Riku’s arm. Sora’s tired snores were only broken by Kairi suddenly reaching to Riku, and whispering what she couldn’t in front of Sora;
“I’m scared.”
*
On Kairi's twentieth, Sora was late coming back. It was nearing midnight, when it wouldn’t be her birthday at all, and no matter how Riku warmed her hands in his or stroked the hair from her face, she could not breathe.
“No one fights,” she said, kissing the inside of his wrist for that single connection. “No one fights because they know Sora will do it. Because he’s their own hero.”
“They’ll fight once they realize... how bad it is.”
“It’s been bad for years,” she hissed, frantic and shaking. “When he’s dead.... that’s when they’ll realize. When Sora is dead. When he’s some tragic martyr for them all. And they’ll all go to destroy those that killed their hero, wearing some horrible token like... a little crown around their necks, or a key... and it won’t mean a thing because-”
He pulled her forward until their chests met and their outlines began to bleed together. He drank her venom into himself. Humming in her ears, he traced the scars along her back. Her cheeks were still marred with tear-tracks when Sora returned and he gently kissed them dry.
“Birthday,” Sora said, because none of them could bring themselves to say ‘happy’ anymore.
*
Then on Riku’s twenty-first birthday, he and Sora went to the very edge of Light and gripped their blades until their palms bled raw. They pushed forward until they passed from their own holdings, away from Light, and into the frigid shadows that eclipsed all sight. Only the sharp clang of keyblade metal gave any indication where the other stood.
It was still his birthday when Riku realized he could no longer hear the second sound of bladed battle.
*
It was three days before Riku was given light again. White and too bright, it was only interrupted by the familiar silhouette of Kairi leaning over him. His bandaged hands gripped what he recognized as their own bed.
Around her neck lay a small rusted key. Kairi tried to smile. It tore her face.
“We won,” she said to him.
Title: Victory
Word Count: 550
Notes: I'm fond of angsty writing for even the fluff topics. There was no way I could escape it for this one. Caution: SoKaRi love inside. Post Happy KHII Ending.
They stopped talking about Home ages ago. It used to keep them warm when tangled body limbs and heated breath against skin could not. The day Riku turned twenty brought the bitter comprehension that his teenage years had come to an end, and this couldn’t possibly be a childhood adventure anymore.
*
The day Sora turned twenty they retreated back to the King’s home world. In the long hallways that were only ever filled with ambiguous space now, they gently clinked glasses of Cid’s homebrew. Riku let it burn a sweet trail down his throat, Sora tipped it back in one wide swallow, and Kairi stared at her murky reflection on the surface. They’d given up the pretence of separate rooms ages ago too, instead curling under shared blankets and melding together like the twisty smoke of Mulan’s fireworks.
Kairi grinned and mouthed the birthday song to Sora, words silent and imprinted on his skin where her lips touched the back of his neck. He fell asleep with her face pressed to his shoulder blades and his fingers resting on Riku’s arm. Sora’s tired snores were only broken by Kairi suddenly reaching to Riku, and whispering what she couldn’t in front of Sora;
“I’m scared.”
*
On Kairi's twentieth, Sora was late coming back. It was nearing midnight, when it wouldn’t be her birthday at all, and no matter how Riku warmed her hands in his or stroked the hair from her face, she could not breathe.
“No one fights,” she said, kissing the inside of his wrist for that single connection. “No one fights because they know Sora will do it. Because he’s their own hero.”
“They’ll fight once they realize... how bad it is.”
“It’s been bad for years,” she hissed, frantic and shaking. “When he’s dead.... that’s when they’ll realize. When Sora is dead. When he’s some tragic martyr for them all. And they’ll all go to destroy those that killed their hero, wearing some horrible token like... a little crown around their necks, or a key... and it won’t mean a thing because-”
He pulled her forward until their chests met and their outlines began to bleed together. He drank her venom into himself. Humming in her ears, he traced the scars along her back. Her cheeks were still marred with tear-tracks when Sora returned and he gently kissed them dry.
“Birthday,” Sora said, because none of them could bring themselves to say ‘happy’ anymore.
*
Then on Riku’s twenty-first birthday, he and Sora went to the very edge of Light and gripped their blades until their palms bled raw. They pushed forward until they passed from their own holdings, away from Light, and into the frigid shadows that eclipsed all sight. Only the sharp clang of keyblade metal gave any indication where the other stood.
It was still his birthday when Riku realized he could no longer hear the second sound of bladed battle.
*
It was three days before Riku was given light again. White and too bright, it was only interrupted by the familiar silhouette of Kairi leaning over him. His bandaged hands gripped what he recognized as their own bed.
Around her neck lay a small rusted key. Kairi tried to smile. It tore her face.
“We won,” she said to him.
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I, er...
This was so great even my mind is incapable of thinking up words to say. You dominate.
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That was the sound that just came out of my mouth. And I'm crying, from another one of your fics. Fan. tas. tic.
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... do you hate me now? XD
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WRITE IT.
DO IT!
cuz if you don't, I totally will. >3
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Kairi and Riku hadn’t left their room for nearly a week. They spoke, they ate, sometimes they slept. Mostly they just lay together in planned abandon and simply touched, because they had to remind themselves somehow that they were still alive.
Then there it was. A knock. Quick, rapid, and Kairi almost choked on her own breath because that knock was Sora’s... only more... wet? The door opened.
“Geez, you guys warded the door, did ya know? There’s creepy Do Not Enter vibes all over it.” Kairi’s voice stuck in her throat while Riku carefully leaned forward to block her. A small trail of twitching, rotting shadows followed the intruder. One tried a jump attack.
“Hey you!” he scolded, pushing the heartless off of him. “Oh, Happy Birthday, Riku. Aren’t they cool?”
“Sora?” Kairi said, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah. Yeah! Hey, thanks for leaving me out there. Do you know how long it took to get out of that massive pit of Heartless-ey Doom? A very long time, thank you very much.” He flicked his hand out, shooing the heartless from the room. They slithered away, leaving a few fallen limbs in their wake. He turned and gave his two friends his special Sora grin. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Sora waved his hand for emphasis on just how his friends were looking. His pinky fell off.
“Sora... you’re dead.”
“Uh, you’ll be dead if you don’t shove over.” Sora hopped onto the bed, leaving flaked skin and hair on the covers as he peeled his clothes off. With a frustrated sigh he reached up and pulled the offending hair from his scalp, large clumps in his palms.
“Sora... you’re falling apart.”
“I’m just a little decomposed. I’m still good.”
“Er.”
Kairi whimpered.
“Time for Birthday sex,” Sora grinned, leaning over and placing his somewhat rancid lips on Riku’s. When he pulled back his left eye didn’t come with him. “Yeah, it does that sometimes,” he said, carefully winding it back into its socket.
“Sora? About your... body parts?”
Sora glanced down, where Riku’s eyes led, to the spot between his legs. A very empty spot.
“Huh. Fuck me," Sora murmured, staring.
“Hahaaah. Yeah. I don't think so.”
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AAAAAAAAA.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
ASLKJFAHSKLGJHALKJSFA. YOU ARE LIKE MY FAVORITE PERSON FREAKING EVERRRRR FOR WRITING THIS. "Heartless-ey Doom" made me DIE of laughter.
YOU WIN THE UNIVERSE. <3 <3 <3
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Oh my holy hells.. why didn't I see this before?
You KILL.. you kill me oh so well.... :) that addition... good grief... *dies all over again*
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HAHAHAH O GOD, SORA. XD XD XD
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Can't breathe!! XDDDD *wheezeomgwheeze*
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LOL it's like the bonus ending if you complete Jiminy's journal
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You really ought to hop on AIM so we can continue to plot dastardly things.
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Gah, I KNOW. I was lying awake the other night thinking, 'omg, I've had an AIM one-night-stand with whitelights'. I'm sorry, university is slowly hacking away at my soul at the moment. I should be around more by the end of the week. Then our plans for the world's downfall may continue. :)
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keke.
anywho! LOL. XD AIM one-night-stand, that is amazingly awesome. No, I know what you mean. University is fun, in that it is slowly killing me, but doing it softly, so I don't really notice.
anyway. don't be in any rush; I'm sure the world enjoys not being felled by our joint dastardlyness. :]
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I totally almost missed my bus to school this morning because I was so caught up in reading your fic on destiny_trio. I'm like 'PREGNANCY SEX?! ... Nice'. XD
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Oh shoot, I almost made people miss busses! D: But hee, I'm glad it was enthralling, anyway!
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*whimper*
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*hops around and huggles again... is very affectionate today* XD Yay for Kairi angst and Riku comfort and they WOULD make Sora fight and not help- damn them! because he is 'teh keyblade master' and the strength of his heart can pwn anything. ...Or something like that.
*applauds* ^^
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I don't know how this is a 'happy' ending though, lol. Though you are right; Sora's hearts pwns EVERYTHING. (Except when it doesn't. XP)
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DDDDDD:
Wow. Uh. I had to read that a few times over to fully get that all. But. Gnnnuuuuuh. Tabby, you win this round. DDDD:
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... i really need to write one one of these days. D:no subject
Yeah, I agree--- you win. XD Why do I even try with your greatness posting? ^^ So terribly awesome.
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keel you dedcry. XDno subject
Anyways--- ^^;; what I was saying was that I could never stop writing-- I have waaayy too many plot bunnies and I have too much fun writing them.
XD You just kill with your totally awesome writing so--- ^___^ -- yeah
My current plot bunny (and if you want to play with it-- go ahead---) is "Home is where the heart is---but where does that leave Sora?"
XD Since I'm not going to win the drabble challenge anytime soon (I need to perfect my drabbles) -- this is just my fun way of dealing with it.
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*twitches*
&hearts
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*stares and re-reads*
*even more speechless*
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Sora sandwich FTWno subject
You fucking win at life.
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Sorry about the cursing, I was just so floored by your writing. ^^()
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Both were made of pure awesome (Okay, the second one had more then a dash of "WTF", but I consider that a good thing)
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Now, now. Let's not fool ourselves. That one is made of PURE WTFness. XD
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CRYING.
;_________;
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......and the sequel was funny! Harharhar!