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Challenge: [088] Tomorrow
Title: Him
Word Count: 443
Notes: (*quiet flail* yay, for last minute posting. HAPPY CHRISTMAS.) Early KHII.
It burns a hole in her school bag as if maybe she had hidden a struck match between her textbooks instead of just a folded letter. She spends most of the morning looking and looking and looking, because what would she do if it were somehow not there?
Come afternoon, their teacher has them stand and read aloud the poetry they were assigned to write the night before. She hides the letter between pages eighty-two and three of a thin paperback, only half listening as Tidus begins an ode to Wakka in high girly tones, and across from her she can see Wakka playing along, batting his eyes and grinning.
"No. I don't have mine done," she lies to the teacher, as if the poem weren't peeking out of her book right there. She hangs her head in what could be shame, but she's just reading the right edge of the paper. -ever you are. blend. -lize this wish. be so hard. Kairi.
"You're being so... well, you, I guess," Selphie says in between the loud chimes of the closing bell. Selphie skips around her on tip toe in a dizzying twirl. The girl can't even talk with someone without making an utter spectacle of herself, and she loves Selphie all the more for it.
"I was thinking of Riku," she answers. Selphie catches the lie as easily as a spider's web catches morning dew. When they walk the worn paths slowly, quietly, and the ache of things not quite remembered is twisting and turning in her stomach, the only thing she can bring herself to say is Yes. Yes, let's go to the island.
It's not as big as she remembers it, and she knows (without actually knowing) that the island is the same size as its always been. It was the company she kept that had made it seem so big, so open, so infinite in possibilities. Riku. And him.
"'Him' who?"
"I don't know," she says, because aside from the shadow of a smile and the echo of a hauntingly gorgeous laugh in her mind... she doesn't know. Selphie's fingers are on her wrist as she holds the bottle out, rolled page inside, the thick salt water trying to tug everything away.
"You don't... know who you're writing to? Where are you sending it then?"
And she lets go. The tide pulls it (but not her, never her) away slowly and safely and gone. Selphie takes her own hand away as they watch the empty shoreline together.
"Tomorrow," she says, maybe to Selphie, maybe to herself, maybe to him (Right, Sora?), and maybe smiling now. "I'm sending it into tomorrow."
Title: Him
Word Count: 443
Notes: (*quiet flail* yay, for last minute posting. HAPPY CHRISTMAS.) Early KHII.
It burns a hole in her school bag as if maybe she had hidden a struck match between her textbooks instead of just a folded letter. She spends most of the morning looking and looking and looking, because what would she do if it were somehow not there?
Come afternoon, their teacher has them stand and read aloud the poetry they were assigned to write the night before. She hides the letter between pages eighty-two and three of a thin paperback, only half listening as Tidus begins an ode to Wakka in high girly tones, and across from her she can see Wakka playing along, batting his eyes and grinning.
"No. I don't have mine done," she lies to the teacher, as if the poem weren't peeking out of her book right there. She hangs her head in what could be shame, but she's just reading the right edge of the paper. -ever you are. blend. -lize this wish. be so hard. Kairi.
"You're being so... well, you, I guess," Selphie says in between the loud chimes of the closing bell. Selphie skips around her on tip toe in a dizzying twirl. The girl can't even talk with someone without making an utter spectacle of herself, and she loves Selphie all the more for it.
"I was thinking of Riku," she answers. Selphie catches the lie as easily as a spider's web catches morning dew. When they walk the worn paths slowly, quietly, and the ache of things not quite remembered is twisting and turning in her stomach, the only thing she can bring herself to say is Yes. Yes, let's go to the island.
It's not as big as she remembers it, and she knows (without actually knowing) that the island is the same size as its always been. It was the company she kept that had made it seem so big, so open, so infinite in possibilities. Riku. And him.
"'Him' who?"
"I don't know," she says, because aside from the shadow of a smile and the echo of a hauntingly gorgeous laugh in her mind... she doesn't know. Selphie's fingers are on her wrist as she holds the bottle out, rolled page inside, the thick salt water trying to tug everything away.
"You don't... know who you're writing to? Where are you sending it then?"
And she lets go. The tide pulls it (but not her, never her) away slowly and safely and gone. Selphie takes her own hand away as they watch the empty shoreline together.
"Tomorrow," she says, maybe to Selphie, maybe to herself, maybe to him (Right, Sora?), and maybe smiling now. "I'm sending it into tomorrow."
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Date: 2006-12-26 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-26 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-26 08:02 am (UTC)The brackets toward the end are a really nice touch, too.
Excellent work~ ♥
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Date: 2006-12-26 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-26 05:21 pm (UTC)Your Kairi is made of win. ♥
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Date: 2006-12-26 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-13 04:03 am (UTC)(No, I don't have a Sora icon either. XD)