[101] puppet
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kh_drabblechallenge: [101] puppet
title: cuspus
characters: riku, sora, kh1!ansem
word count: 349
notes: hey there! :B first-time poster, here. i tried to stay away from the whole ansem-riku thing for this one, i really did, but i just couldn't! it was too tempting.. :p the game-over screen is actually what inspired this. it's kind of a what-if idea... i liked the concept, but the words just wouldn't come to me! oh well. no kh2 spoilers- it's taking place during the first game. anyway, i'm glad to have finally joined the community (been lurking on and off since wayyyy back) and i look forward to drabbling with all of you! haha. :]
Numb.
It is the only thing he feels, the only thing he thinks, the only thing he thinks he feels as he watches Sora's body hit the floor. There is blood in his hair- blood seeping out onto already-red tile- marring a castle warped by Dark.
Riku almost can't believe it. He thinks, maybe, if it weren't for the way he was watching out of eyes that did and did not belong to him, this all could have been just another game. A play-fight, a duel- without odds- between rivals. Or friends. His vision becomes fixated on the weapon clutched between Sora's lifeless fingers, and when he can't look away he tries to imagine that it's made out of wood, instead.
"Good boy," Ansem tells him.
A quiet thrumming starts around him, and he tries to call a time out, re-do, it was an accident, but he can't get his mouth to move. It is only when a short laugh bubbles up that his lips are pried open, and Riku is startled by the harshness of a voice that isn't his.
His arm is raised so that the dark keyblade is dangling above Sora's body. Purpose poisons the grip. I'm sorry, he wants to say, tries to say, but can't. Briefly, he pictures himself hanging in midair- limp and still (like Sora)- before being roughly jerked up by strings.
I didn't mean to, he tries again, and things start fading. Riku pulls, wanting frantically to disengage himself, but he still can't move the way he wants to because the knots that bind him are wound too tight. Something surges through him, the thrumming gets louder, and the only other sound is that of metal cracking flesh.
Do-over, he's pleading; it was a mistake. The purpose is jarringly painful, twisting the blade with a power so unrelenting that it can't possibly be coming from him. Desperate-
a pink light emits, and it's the last thing he sees before the worlds are sunk in black.
title: cuspus
characters: riku, sora, kh1!ansem
word count: 349
notes: hey there! :B first-time poster, here. i tried to stay away from the whole ansem-riku thing for this one, i really did, but i just couldn't! it was too tempting.. :p the game-over screen is actually what inspired this. it's kind of a what-if idea... i liked the concept, but the words just wouldn't come to me! oh well. no kh2 spoilers- it's taking place during the first game. anyway, i'm glad to have finally joined the community (been lurking on and off since wayyyy back) and i look forward to drabbling with all of you! haha. :]
Numb.
It is the only thing he feels, the only thing he thinks, the only thing he thinks he feels as he watches Sora's body hit the floor. There is blood in his hair- blood seeping out onto already-red tile- marring a castle warped by Dark.
Riku almost can't believe it. He thinks, maybe, if it weren't for the way he was watching out of eyes that did and did not belong to him, this all could have been just another game. A play-fight, a duel- without odds- between rivals. Or friends. His vision becomes fixated on the weapon clutched between Sora's lifeless fingers, and when he can't look away he tries to imagine that it's made out of wood, instead.
"Good boy," Ansem tells him.
A quiet thrumming starts around him, and he tries to call a time out, re-do, it was an accident, but he can't get his mouth to move. It is only when a short laugh bubbles up that his lips are pried open, and Riku is startled by the harshness of a voice that isn't his.
His arm is raised so that the dark keyblade is dangling above Sora's body. Purpose poisons the grip. I'm sorry, he wants to say, tries to say, but can't. Briefly, he pictures himself hanging in midair- limp and still (like Sora)- before being roughly jerked up by strings.
I didn't mean to, he tries again, and things start fading. Riku pulls, wanting frantically to disengage himself, but he still can't move the way he wants to because the knots that bind him are wound too tight. Something surges through him, the thrumming gets louder, and the only other sound is that of metal cracking flesh.
Do-over, he's pleading; it was a mistake. The purpose is jarringly painful, twisting the blade with a power so unrelenting that it can't possibly be coming from him. Desperate-
a pink light emits, and it's the last thing he sees before the worlds are sunk in black.
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